Cal Horman sat upright, his eyes flashed with cold light, and looked at the businessmen coldly like a wolf, and said in a deep voice: "You profiteers, I am not here to negotiate with you this time. m

Your set of asking prices and paying off the ground is of no use here~!

So, put away your poor fake faces in disguise~! "

He stretched his finger to the top of his head, and then continued: "This time I am on the order of the Prime Minister. Behind his old man, there is a great undead high priest.

Therefore, no matter what the situation is, no matter how Brad struggles, we are bound to win in the end and take over Caribbean City. "

Hearing the name of the ‘high priest’, several merchants couldn’t help but shiver, and they all saw the anxiety on the other side’s face.

For them, the high priest was like a god~!

In front of him, there may be heroes like Lorraine who drew their swords and fought bravely, but they would definitely not be ordinary civilians who have only five fighting strength.

The fear of the high priest has been deeply rooted in their hearts.

The residents living in this land have reached such a place for the fear of the high priest-even if they just hear his name, they will shiver in shock.

Seeing their ugliness, Cal Horman could not help but cursed in his heart: These untouchables~!

Then he continued: "When the time comes, the soldiers will enter the city. In order to strictly enforce the law, everything must be under military control.

All the property of wealthy and unscrupulous businessmen like you must be confiscated. "

"Charge...confiscate..." someone couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice.

All of their faces were pale.

These merchants worked hard for a lifetime, or even a few lifetimes, to save their wealth and wealth.

And now, just a light and fluttering sentence will all be wiped out.

They could not accept such a result anyway.

Cal Homann sneered and asked, "What do you think?"

Everyone could not help but stagnate.

Cal Horman raised his hand, and the tip of his index finger swept across the noses of the merchants one by one, and said: "You think the high priest doesn't know what you have done?

The last time the poisonous wolf fruit was fried in a storm, any of you dare to pat your chest and say. Did not participate? Ok? Who dare? "

The businessmen felt discouraged and bowed their heads with guilty conscience, avoiding Karl Horman's sight.

Cal Homan slapped the table, and said with great authority: "Do you know that. This matter was provoked by the spy, despicable, shameless, and indecent Lorraine of the Human Race?

He got into our ranks, planned to destroy our national economy, and deliberately put the national economy to death. It is the unparalleled evil that cannot tolerate the world.

It is a running dog of an out-and-out human imperialist.

And you...you profiteers, saw him behave nonsense, not doing what a Semitic people should do. Do everything possible to stop him. instead……

In his anger, he slapped the bangs on the table and rebuked: "On the contrary, for his own little profit, he jumped up and down behind to help the country. It has caused irretrievable importance to the country. loss.

With this alone, it’s not an exaggeration to kill your dog’s head a hundred times~! "

Under his disgusting rage, all the businessmen were frightened and dejected.

In any case, the big villain of Lorraine did get out of them. This is an indisputable fact.

It is also true that even Miss Fiona of Flower of the Caribbean was snatched away by the villain.

But in the hearts of everyone. But there is a hint of dissatisfaction.

That Lorraine not only deceived us, he also deceived the many officials of Lingshan, the high-ranking officials and relatives of Thunderbolt, and even the wise and powerful high priest with torch-eyed eyes was also deceived by him.

How can you blame yourself for those big people who usually manage everything but fail to discover his true face in time?

Now they are all okay, and all the guilt has been transferred to this little man himself.

Can it be said that he is the ‘temporary worker’ who is in the legend to be invincible?

However, all the people sitting here are old fried dough sticks that have been rolling in the mall for many years. Knowing that once it was said, it was bound to be another curse. Therefore, none of the people who knew the interest were mentioned.

Sitting in the seats one by one, with their heads down, behaved like the three grandsons. Without saying a word.

Cal Homan watched them all bow their heads to ears, and felt a lot of suffocation in his heart. Then he took a long breath, pointed at everyone, and said: "You, you, want me to say you What is good?"

He is not as old as any of the merchants here, but his tone seems to be their elders, and he still hates iron and steel.

Even so, he didn't realize that there was anything wrong, and even though those merchants knew in their hearts, if another person clamored in front of them, they would have put sack on their heads and drag them into the alley for a stinky beating. Say no to feed a lot of stool.

These profiteers are never good birds~!

But at this time, in front of the power represented by Calhouman, they could only cleverly clamp their tails, and they did not dare to speak out.

Cal Horman said for a long time, he was a little dry. Therefore, I picked up a glass of water in front of me and took a big sip. Then I changed my tone and said, "You know, in the opinion of the Prime Minister, you are all the thieves of the country.

However, I think you are fairly sensible and have not committed any greater crimes. Moreover, you have also contributed to the prosperity of the Caribbean.

That's why I also hold the purpose of saving you, and that's why you...I only need half of your property.

Such a result, but I managed to get it in front of his old man.

After all, you have made serious mistakes. Caused damage to the national economy. If not punished. What is the majesty of my Semitic? "

Having said that, he suddenly smiled, and asked very kindly: "You said that right?"

*, don't bring such bullies.

He took his own money and asked if he deserved it?

What's even more annoying is that they can only swallow their teeth into their stomachs.

The merchants looked at each other, and wry smiles appeared on their faces, as if someone was pulling their nails with a vise.

"It seems that everyone has figured it out." Cal Horman gave a long laugh. Then he stood up and said, "It's late at night, and everyone feels sleepy if they want to come. I won't talk more with you. Goodbye."

Talking. Turn around and leave.

But then, he turned back, looked at the businessmen, and said sternly: "By the way, this matter must never be passed on, otherwise it will come later. I will definitely mention the soldiers and destroy him. You know?"

Under his awe-inspiring gaze, everyone was pale like ghosts, and they all agreed, then got up and left their seats and quickly fled the tavern.

Cal Horman looked at them coldly, until they disappeared into the darkness, and then let out a soft breath. He whispered mockingly: "A bunch of fools."

Yes, a bunch of fools.

Not all what he said just now was true.

For example, the Prime Minister did not ask him to copy the wealth of these businessmen. Instead, he was asked to maintain the stability of the Caribbean situation and reassure these businessmen as much as possible.

For example, after success, he is just one of the candidates for the Caribbean city guard, not necessarily the new city guard...

But these things are all within the government agencies. They are the secret orders issued by the Prime Minister. How could those businessmen living at the bottom know?

Therefore, through this kind of intimidation, he can easily extract the property of those merchants. Before acting. Let's start by making a fortune.

In this regard, he does not have the slightest psychological burden: these profiteers rely on heavy profits to exploit, and this is the accumulation of wealth. It should be given to the loyal Semitic warriors as a reward for their loyalty to the Semitic.

Among them, Lord Calhouman, as the most loyal warrior of the Semi, naturally took the largest share.

Seeing him finally get up and walk. The girl who had been waiting for a long time greeted her with a smile.

She looked at Cal Horman and saw him showing a proud face, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "My lord, what did you talk to the guild leaders just now. Why are you so happy?"

Cal Homan smiled and said mysteriously: "A business, a business... the night is deep, the moon is sinking, and there are only a few stars in the sky.

The Caribbean Harbor is shrouded in the gloomy night, and you can't see your fingers.

It was already ten minutes late at night, when people were asleep.

Even in the brightly lit Moulin Rouge day and night, it became quiet, and occasionally I could hear several meow-like murmurs.

The dim bright red lights shrouded the Moulin Rouge, filling this drunken gold hole with a charming hue.

The guests have long since dispersed, either drunk drunk lying on the bed unconscious, or holding the woman who was exchanged for money, all night long.

At this moment, there was only a mess of tables and chairs in the lively hall.

Even the hotel buddy was on the counter, dozing off his head little by little.

Although no guests will come to the door at this time, the guests who stay over still have requirements and they cannot take a rest.

Even the door of the Moulin Rouge was half-hidden, and the light that came out illuminated the dark ground in front of the door.

The guy in front of the door yawned boredly, cursing in a low voice, "Damn old lady, vampire~!"

The proprietress of the Moulin Rouge had to check her posts several times at night, and she would deduct a month’s bonus as long as she was found to be lazy, and she was very hateful.

It’s just that this guy can’t stop the Sandman’s troubles. Those who can work here are not good people. He also played a day during the day. It was already four or five in the morning, and the sleepiness hit. Although the guy tried hard, he still slowly Closed his eyelids, his head sank a little.

Suddenly a breeze passed by him, and the man seemed to feel something, he suddenly raised his head and opened his dim eyes to look around.

There was nothing in the lobby.

The dude looked at the half-open door and said in his heart: probably night wind, and then he started to doze again with his head on his hand.

Behind the lobby is the guest room of the Moulin Rouge. In the corridor, there are small dark red lanterns, and everything is hazy.

There seemed to be waves of strange whispers around, with some kind of magic power that could heat a man's blood.

From time to time there will be a woman's scream and high laughter. Even walking here is a torture to normal men.

Further down there is the highest-class guest room at the Moulin Rouge, where there is the best decoration and the most comfortable bed. Of course there are also the most beautiful girls.

Calhouman has kept it here for a long time, and spends two or three days a week here.

After walking through the large living room, dressing room, behind is the carefully decorated bedroom.

A red candle placed in a glass in the corner of the wall. The light shines like a bean, dimly lighting up the room.

The added candle emits a special fragrance when it burns, making people feel light and fluttering like in the clouds.

There were a few pieces of clothes scattered around, among which some **** translucent lingerie were particularly eye-catching.

On the big rose-red bed, the two human bodies are tightly entangled.

The peace in the room.

Suddenly there was a chuckle of "chicks".

Cal Homan suddenly opened his eyes and awakened from his dream.

He has always been proud of his vigilance. The strings in his mind have been tight, always alert to the wind and grass around him.

And this sneer was too clear, like it was ringing in the ear.

Cal Horman's first reaction was to grab the dagger under the pillow. But his hand that he raised quickly became stuck in the air.

No matter how hard Carl Horman shakes, his arms can move.

Calhouman was horrified, twisted his body to jump up from the bed, and he straightened his waist suddenly. He just jumped up from the bed, but was pulled down by something and fell back onto the mattress.

Cal Horman twisted his limbs and found that his hands and feet were firmly bound. No matter how hard he struggled, there was no looseness.

"Oops~!" Calhouman whispered in his heart, raising his neck to see a person sitting in the shadow opposite the end of the bed.

In the dim and dim light. Only the dim silhouette of the man can be seen. He is putting one leg on the knee of the other, his hands and ten fingers facing each other on his chest, and his dark face is directed at Cal Horman.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Cal Horman looked down at the naked woman next to him. He had just made such a big movement that the woman hadn't noticed at all. Close your eyes and fall asleep.

"Come on, help~!" Cal Homan suddenly yelled, bending his knees and hitting the woman twice. In his loud roar, the woman seemed to be asleep. No reaction at all.

"Come here, there are assassins~!"

Cal Horman yelled again and again, desperately calling for help, and at the same time the frightened observer faced the man in black.

The opponent can end him with just one shot.

Unexpectedly, when he yelled, the man in black remained indifferent. On the contrary, he was like an audience watching his performance with great interest.

After a moment of hysterical yelling, Cal Horman found that there was no response from the outside, which obviously didn't work.

Finally closed his mouth and looked at the man in black coldly.

"Haha..." The person on the opposite side let out a mocking chuckle, and said: "You scream, even if you break your throat, no one will come to rescue you."

After finishing talking, the man in black smacked his mouth and murmured: "This sentence feels weird. Forget it.

The location of your room is good, with good sound insulation.

Don't count on this woman. We don't usually kill women, so I just added some ingredients to her. She won't wake up even if you beat the drum in her ear. "

Cal Homan sank in his heart, showing a desperate expression, with great regret in his heart: why he chose this luxurious suite.

The other person was talking about us, not me. Obviously, he came prepared, and not just the one in front of him.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Cal Horman asked in a deep voice.

The man in black snapped his fingers with a "pop", and said enthusiastically: "This is a good question, who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Me? I'm a businessman here to do business. Do you want money? I'll give it to you." Calhouman said anxiously.

The man in black curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I have to say that your acting skills are really bad, Mr. Calhouman. If you don't say it, let me talk about it.

Cal Horman, a native of Hogan, grew up in Akadlin, entered Westerborn Military Academy at the age of sixteen, and entered the Ninth Army of the Akadelin Region at the age of nineteen, as a trainee second lieutenant. You must be a colonel now, right?

I have to say, it would be nice to have an uncle who is quite a soldier for the head, alas..."

The man in black shook his head and sighed, and said: "My father is just a fisherman, so you see I am a born toil. When others play with girls, they can only watch it. It's too hard. *, let them go back. Substitution, I will quit, I..."

The man in black felt dissatisfied there, venting his dissatisfaction with the work, and Cal Homann's heart suddenly sank.

The other party said that his resume was not bad at all. Even his uncle, who was the first guardian of the coup in the early years, knew that there was obviously someone inside Akadrin, and the position of the insider who betrayed him was extremely high~ lightnovelpub.net~ This relationship is unknown except for the prime minister’s cronies.

It seems that his actions have long been grasped, and when he thinks that there are enemies hidden among the staunch patriots who have just succeeded in the coup d'état, Cal Horman is anxious.

"Who are you~!" Calhouman exclaimed angrily, and said: "Who sent you? Is it the Iskander family?"

The man in black shook his head and said, "Iskander?

Those idiots don't even know how to track them. They dared to go out and run the rivers and lakes without reaching level four or six. This kind of guy should hit a sap and throw it in the gutter to reflect. "

Cal Horman said in surprise: "It's not the Iskander family, why are you dripping this muddy water? Do you want money? We can cooperate, I can give you three million, no, five million.

Do you want power? I can make you an official, a noble, a very big official. "

The man in black sighed softly and said quietly: "You can't give what I want." RQ