Chapter 1805： Corrupt capitalism

The headquarters of the Phoenix Party. Hogg, wearing a silk pajamas, bit a cigar in his mouth, looked at Reggie and Albert in front of him, and his voice was a bit hoarse: "Reggie, Albert, what made you wake me out of bed late at night? What? If there isn't one good

For the reason, I will let you see my deceased grandma. "

Reggie and Albert shook their bodies, cold sweat broke out on their heads, and their voices trembled: "Boss, something happened, Renault and the others are dead."

Hogg's face turned gloomy. Originally, because of the help of the Temple of War, all his enemies had been killed these days. It was a good time for him to be proud of the spring breeze and seize the territory.

But at this juncture, his subordinates actually died.

This made Hogg's eyes cold, and said, "What is the reason?"

Reggie and Albert took out a few photos and put them in front of Hogg: "Boss, we speculate that it was some Chinese people who did it, and Lance is probably in their hands now."

Hogg looked at the photos and didn't take them very clearly, but if you compare them with the photos, you can still recognize them.

Throw the photo on the table.

Hogg said coldly: "Find these Chinese people, I want them to know what the fate of offending my Hogg is!"

Reggie and Eber nodded their heads, and just turned around to leave.

Hogg suddenly said, "Wait, how did Renault and the others die?"

Reggie hesitated for a moment, and said, "Scatter."

Hogg's eyes narrowed, and his calloused fingers tapped on the table lightly. Anyone who knew him knew that his action represented that he was thinking about something carefully.

After a while, Hogg condensedly said: "Renault and the others are not weak, but they were still killed so easily. It shows that the Chinese people are very strong. You bring your weapons to find them."

Reggie and Eber nodded.

Wait until the two people leave.

Hogg took out his cell phone and dialed a number, and soon the other side was connected, and a cold man's voice came: "Hogg?"

Hogg said, "It's me, Lord Earls."

"what's the matter?"

Hogg talked about several Chinese people, and then said, "Master Earls, I think those people are probably the people you are looking for."

"Impossible." Earls interrupted him coldly and said, "Except for one person, there are other targets... Wait, you give me the picture."

"Okay." Hogg hurriedly faxed the photo.

...

In a luxurious manor.

A handsome blond man was raising his glass and paying tribute to a middle-aged white man: "Grantham Patriarch, thank you for your assistance this time."

"Dear Lord of War, it is my honor to serve you."

Grantham's current Patriarch, Aldrich, heard the blond man's words with a smile on his face, with a low attitude.

He knew that even his own jewelry family would look powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of the most powerful organization in this dark world.

Even if he is not afraid, it is better to keep his attitude low. After all, no one will think that he will live too long.

At this moment, Earls walked in quickly from the outside, knelt down on one knee, and put his right hand on his chest: "Master Ares, your subordinate has something to report."

Aldrich stood up very consciously and said with a smile: "Your Lord of War, please take your time."

Ares nodded, and smiled gently: "Trouble."

Earls came to Ares, placed a tablet computer in front of him, then found out those blurry photos, and explained what happened: "I suspect that it was someone from China for reinforcements. But it’s not clear who it is."

There was a red glow in Ares's eyes: "Don't guess, it's the dragon here."

Earls shook his body and said, "Then what shall we do next?"

The corner of Ares's mouth curled up, with a cold tone, and said: "You probably don't know yet. An interesting thing happened before. The angel tears I gave Grantham were fake. ."

Earls froze for a moment, then he was wet with cold sweat, and fell to his knees on one knee: "Master of War, this is the subordinate's negligence." Ares waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not to blame you. The tears of angels must have been stolen during the years when I was imprisoned in China, and it was possible to steal the tears of angels in our Temple of War without knowing it. There will be no more than five in the world.

People, and it happened that the ‘smiley ghost thief’ disappeared a few years ago, I suspect it was his hand. "

Earls' face became cold, and he said solemnly: "Master of War, I will immediately order the tracing of the ghost thief." Ares waved his hand, and then talked about the auction scene, with a smile on his face: "Yes. The ghost thief’s counterfeiting technology makes it easy for people all over the world to deceive, but some people still found that the tears were fake that day.

What do you think this represents? "

Earls shook his head: "I don't know."

Ares glanced at him, knowing that Earls was deliberately acting so stupid in front of him, if it were changed to ten years ago, he would definitely think Earls was deceiving him, so he was furious.

But now, he just smiled and said: "De Beers has a master over there, and this master must be someone we can't even imagine."

Earls moved in his heart: "Master of War, do you think China will come here?" Ares nodded: "The heir of De Beers, Carl, has a very good relationship with China. This is also related to the future of De Beers. The cooperation with China Xia will definitely bring a lot of benefits, and we have already shot Carl twice,

But both times failed, your guess is likely to be correct. "

Earls was suddenly startled and said, "Master of War, then the people who killed the Phoenix Party and the Chinese people on De Beers's side are in the same group?"

Ares said: "It's very possible."

"Then I will check the whereabouts of those Chinese people right now." Earls said solemnly.

Ares shook his head with a bright smile on his face, and said softly: "No need, they will come to me by themselves."

...

The next day, early morning.

Natasha had already passed the information, and someone from Chinatown had also sent the information about the Temple of War and Grantham.

Ye Qiu looked at the information, then let others read it, and said, "We will leave in five minutes."

Several people nodded.

after an hour.

Outside a manor, an unremarkable commercial vehicle parked beside the street. Ye Qiu rolled down the car window, looked at the huge manor, curled his lips and said, "Grantham is in this place? Damn, it's bigger than our village. It's corrupt capitalism."