The Devil Inside

Feder said angrily.

The two walked cautiously through the courtyard and pushed open the door. The room was just as dirty, with dust all over the floor and messy footprints everywhere.

A middle-aged man rushed out quickly, and as he ran, he straightened the robe that Deaf was holding.

He was shocked when he saw two people standing at the door!

He hurried forward, hunched over, and said, "Sir, how did you get here so quickly?"

"You can call me the young lion, this is Fisher."

The young lion maintained his composure.

Richard smiled and said, "Lord Young Lion, Lord Fisher, the original is supreme."

After dealing with drug dealers for many years, Richard no longer has any divinity left in him. The smile on his face is as vulgar as it can be, and it is disgusting to look at.

Fisher was already thinking about drawing his sword.

The young lion sighed deeply, not wanting to create any more trouble.

The most important thing right now is undoubtedly the things in the basement of Mayor Goering's manor. He has already sent a letter requesting support, and someone will come tomorrow at the latest.

The situation of the teaching point in Shining Town.

Let’s deal with it later.

The young lion raised his hand and pointed at Richard's neck: "As a clergyman, you should pay attention to your image. Mr. Richard, wipe off the lipstick marks on your neck. It's disgusting."

Ah this.

Richard subconsciously touched it and found it was indeed slippery and sticky. His pupils trembled and he shouted, "Who, who - put lipstick marks on my neck? What a shameless bitch!"

Fisher shook his legs desperately, making a tapping sound.

He really wanted to kill someone.

Chapter 201 #200 Rachel's Killing Intention

Located next to the railway, the Shining Town has basically bid farewell to agriculture and animal husbandry, and mainly provides various services to passing merchants.

The owner of this town is Brother Goering, who has the right to form his own administrative team but cannot decide all matters.

To use an analogy.—·—

Goering is the chairman of the Flash Town company, but there is an inspection team sent by the higher-ups to prevent him from messing around.

"Public Security Bureau".

The monitoring group based in Shining Town, which oversees a wide range of security matters, has the authority to investigate Goering but usually does not do so.

Combating smuggling crimes and the transportation of contraband is their main responsibility.

Marinus took Han Solo and Rachel to the door of the Sheriff's Bureau. He carefully observed the Sheriff's Bureau officers coming in and out with a very focused look.

Han Solo waited for a long time, but no explanation came from him.

I couldn't help it, so I asked, "Brother Ma, what are we doing?"

Marinus smiled mysteriously and said, "My seal is called 'Silver Mirror'. Gold-level seal, do you know?"

Han Solo was not impressed: “The one that can reflect enemy attacks and copy the opponent’s imprint abilities?

-Copy the opponent's ability. I often use this. But reflecting the enemy's spell is too risky, so I usually don't take the risk.

Marinus waved his hands.

Rachel said, "I have seen the illustrations in the library of Arendelle. The Silver Mirror is a functional seal. Its main function is to

It’s a replica item.”

"Copy items?"

"That's what the book says. I don't know the details. I've never seen the 'Silver Mirror Engraver'."

Rachel was still the same, arguing carefully and rigorously, fearing that she might be wrong.

Marinas said, "Ms. Rachel is very knowledgeable, and what she said is absolutely correct. My engraving can replicate objects, but there are many limitations. First, I need to fully understand the structure of the replica, and second, I need to prepare the corresponding raw materials. Finally, I cannot replicate objects that are too large, so it is not very useful. But—"

Marinus took off his coat.

He activated his magic power and wrapped the coat. In just a blink of an eye, he "transformed" it into a uniform of a Public Security Bureau officer. At first glance, it looked no different from the real thing.

Han Solo was shocked.

The "Silver Mirror" in the game does not have this function. If you think about it carefully, it may be to prevent players from using it maliciously and destroying the economic system.

He took the uniform handed to him by Marinus, looked at it over and over, and said, "It's so real! Marinus, you have this skill.

Just print some gold coins and you'll be rich, right?"

"That requires gold. I don't want to work so hard to earn money."

Marinus was well prepared. He thought of a strategy before going out and prepared three sets of clothes.

As he spoke, he continued to use his ability to forge a uniform.

Han Solo put on his uniform, which fit him perfectly. Marinas not only had special abilities, but also had excellent observation skills. He was worthy of being a cadre of the Empire's vanguard, and he was always steady in his work.

Marinus smiled and said, "The preliminary work is now complete. We will go to the original teaching site now. We don't need to say anything or do anything. As long as we walk through the gate, I believe it will be a bloody storm."

"Is it true?"

Han Solo questioned.

"It's packed. Let's go."

Having run the Secret Port of Sturgeon Town for many years, Marinas has a detailed understanding of the surrounding conditions.

Even though the drug lord "Coca Teeth" and his men are very vigilant, they cannot stop others from keeping an eye on them.

Over the years, Marinus has mastered their organizational structure and knows that they have bribed Father Richard and used the name of the Original Church as a cover to hide all the hallucinogenic drugs at the missionary site in Glitter Town.

Now pretending to be law enforcement officers to search, there is no need to worry that they will be in danger.

Once a fight breaks out, it is self-defense.

The three of them took a horse-drawn carriage and arrived at the door of the preaching site.

The prosperity of Shining Town exceeded everyone's expectations. The building density in the town was quite high, illegal expansions were everywhere, and the area where the preaching sites were located was the hardest hit area.

Marinus had a clear mind. He did not go through the main entrance, but turned into the side alleys one by one, walked through the narrow and dark alleys, and arrived at the back door of the preaching site with ease.

At the back door, two strong men were smoking and chatting.

They heard footsteps and turned around with unbridled mocking expressions on their faces.

When they saw clearly the uniforms of Han Solo and the others, they all stood at attention with serious looks.

He threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his toes. A man came up to him and asked, "Are you the officers from the Public Security Bureau?

You are... on business?"

Marinus looked at him twice, but instead of answering, he asked, "What are you two doing standing here?"

".......

no answer.

The man smiled, and suddenly took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to Marinus: "Master, this is a gift to you--

Marinus took the purse and weighed it in his hand.

He threw the purse to Han Solo in a rather casual manner, and said in a tough tone: "We have received a tip-off that a large amount of contraband is hidden in the Primitive's teaching site. Get out of here immediately, we need to go in and check."

Fuck it.

Can you guys go in and check?

Everyone knows the harm of hallucinogens, and all countries have taken a severe attitude towards them. So far, I have not heard of any country legalizing them. At most, they turn a blind eye.

If they really let them into the warehouse, Yindang going to jail is a small matter. But a stable sales chain will be broken, and who will be responsible for the loss?

But·.-.

The money was given, but the other party remained unmoved. The gatekeeper hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind.

He winked and asked his younger brother to go in and report the news, then said, "What contraband? For the Lord, how could there be any contraband in the missionary site of the Original Church! If the master is worried and believes the rumors and insists on going in to search, of course you can."

Marinus said nothing, just listened.

The gatekeeper changed the subject: "However, the church is sacred and I don't have the final say. I have asked someone to invite the priest in charge. Please wait for a moment. If you have any requests, you can ask him. Even if you are cadres of the Public Security Bureau, you don't want to offend the Original Church, right?"

Marinus smiled and said, "We certainly respect the Primitive Church. If the source of the tip-off wasn't very reliable, we wouldn't have come here. Well, let the steward come out and I'll talk to him."

"Hold on."

The gatekeeper closed his eyes and looked as if he would never speak again.

Marinus was also patient and didn't say much nonsense.

Within the teaching point.

"The Sheriff's Bureau came to search? Ridiculous."

In the dim room, drug lord Gu Ke Gang Ya threw his playing cards on the table, and said with a hint of contempt in his angry tone: "I have taken care of everyone in the Public Security Bureau! Half of the money I earned over the years has been given to them! Investigate me? Investigate the hell! Those three are fake,

My peers are messing with me."

The younger brother asked tentatively: "Boss, what should we do?"

"Do you need to teach me this? There are three of us here, right?" The boss turned around and looked at the two people playing cards with him. "Golden Horn and Silver Horn, you go,

Bring me their heads.”

"".trouble.""

"I don't really want to go."

The two martial artists were not in high spirits, but they still stood up and nodded their heads.

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn were born in the Far East Islands. They were responsible for too many deaths and had to go out to sea to avoid revenge. Their fighting ability is quite impressive. They have served as thugs under "Coca Steel Teeth" for many years and are deeply trusted.

Walking outside, the sun shines down.

Jinjiao bathed in the light and took a deep breath. Years had taken their toll on him, wrinkles had formed around his eyes, and his prostate had problems. He had to admit that he was getting old.

He turned around and looked at his brother's head: "You have white hair too - time is merciless."

Yinjiao gave him a warning look: "Are you homesick again after saying this?"

Jinjiao laughed, holding his hands in his wide sleeves: "We have been out for fifteen years, no matter how great the hatred is, it should fade. In recent years, I have always had hidden pains in my body, and I am not as strong as before when I fight. It's time to consider a way out."

Yinjiao has long been disgusted with his current life.

A long time ago, maybe five years ago, he always thought of everything about his hometown. The jujube tree at the doorstep was apparently ordinary, but he was obsessed with it and dreamed about it more than once.

Occasionally, Yinjiao feels very familiar when he meets visitors from the Far Eastern Islands.

They would often pull him aside to chat for a while, and if they knew he was from "Lingxiao Island", they would give him money and gifts and take good care of him.

He said, "I have earned a lot of money working for Gangya over the years. If I can go back home and spend some money to avoid disaster, that's fine. All crows are black. I understand now. If we had money back then, we wouldn't have needed to go out to sea!"

This is exactly the reason.

When Jinjiao saw that Yinjiao also wanted to go home, he felt relieved and became more excited.

He smiled and said, "I'll talk to Gangya when I have time, so we can part ways in peace."

As they were talking, the two of them had already walked out the back door and entered a narrow alley.

The gatekeeper was delighted when he saw the person coming.

He walked over, pointed at the three people not far away, and said, "Brother Jinjiao..." Jinjiao raised his hand suddenly and interrupted the gatekeeper.

He strode forward and stopped three steps away. His lightning-like eyes swept over the faces of the three people, and suddenly laughed: "I recognize all the people from the Flash Town Public Security Bureau. You three look unfamiliar, and it seems that you are not on duty!"

Marinas was calm and collected. He took out a certificate and handed it over: "This is my certificate."

This is blackmail.

Marinus had no sheriff's credentials, and what he had was a forgery of his own imagination.

If Jinjiao really knew what he was doing, he would be able to tell the difference at a glance.

Jinjiao's face was still ferocious.