"What?" The gendarmerie captain asked suspiciously. "A little boy came out with an iron box. He said someone paid him to give the box to the gendarmerie." The gendarmerie replied, and the gendarmerie captain wrinkled. Lower eyebrows: "Go and get the box." "Yes!" The gendarme immediately responded, and he was about to turn away. "Hey, think of a way to confirm what's in it, not a bomb. We are blown up!" Renn suddenly reached out and stopped the military policeman. Perhaps Renn and Rick were extremely poor in character, but at least they were beyond doubt in terms of strength.

"Sir?" The gendarmerie couldn't help looking at his captain when he heard the words. "Then what do you say? Don't you just let it go?" The gendarmerie captain frowned and looked at Renne. Minutes, if it doesn't explode in a few minutes, turn it on again." Rick said, "Anyway, we don’t miss these few minutes." "The captain of the military police nodded after hearing this, and did not express any further objections. Sterling and I are standing there. Acting as a spectator on the side, it’s hard for me to help those nobles. The facts make it hard for me to cheer up. If you succeed, you will succeed. If you fail, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, these nobles are mostly not good things. He said he would like to see it happen."

After waiting for five minutes, Rick nodded and asked the military police to send the box. Before opening it, I smelled a **** smell. In an instant, I made a basic judgment on the purpose of the kidnappers—they kidnapped Weston. The purpose of the Duke’s son is not to seek wealth, but mostly for revenge! The box is not locked. Rick held the box in one hand and took out a dagger with the other hand and carefully opened a seam with a knife. After confirming that there was no bomb and seeing the contents inside, he couldn't help but "cut" and threw the box with his hand. On the ground, the broken hand inside fell out.

"What?!" After seeing the severed hand, the captain of the military police couldn't help but stepped back and exclaimed. I carefully observed the severed hand: "This is a left hand, the five fingers are large and short, and the thumb and ring finger are still worn. The ruby ​​ring, obviously this hand belongs to the Duke’s son." "Oh, this is interesting!" Wren said gleefully, and Sterling suddenly bent down expressionlessly and took it from under the severed hand. A **** note came out.

"Dear Duke of Weston, I don’t know if you remember that half a year ago your carriage hit and killed a seven-year-old child? At that time, in order to cover up the matter, you ordered the five children who were traveling with that child to be killed together. And sent someone to threaten their families not to disclose this to others. And now the fathers of these children have come to you for revenge! You can feel the pain of losing the child too!" Sterling unfolded the note and whispered. Everyone couldn't help changing their faces when they heard the words, "Tsk, noble, **** it!" I whispered, making no secret of the disgust on my face, "What kind of **** task is this!"

"I think if we don't move faster, this hostage won't need to be rescued, just collect the body for him." Sterling said blankly, but I keenly found that disgust also appeared in his eyes, "Ah. , We also have some connections in the underground street, maybe we can help a little bit." Renne shrugged casually, turned and walked into the underground street, Rick followed behind him, Sterling winked at me , Also followed them, "These **** nobles, sooner or later let you all die!" I clenched my fist and cursed in my heart, and followed with expressionless steps...