"Hello"
"Arnold, what's wrong with you?"
"say."
Arnold was dead, holding a phone bug in his hand, and Luce's voice rang out in the dark place through the phone bug.
In the 78th Division of the Navy, the delay in hearing Arnold's voice made him frown.
It seems that something happened to Arnold.
"Come on, gather the team to prepare to set off."
....
In the underground space, it is no longer a dim place, but candlelight shines around.
Luce looked at Arnold who had been dead on the ground for a long time and just frowned without much expression.
When he arrived, he finally found the entrance to the secret passage after a large-scale search.
As for the hundred people who had fallen asleep in the hall, they were nowhere to be finished and didn't know where they were going.
"Bergre, how did you check it? Who did you do it?"
Luce turned around and said to his adjutant.
Bergre reported to the report after hearing this: "According to the investigation, there have been a large number of people here, with full armed appearances, and there may be a fire."
"I just asked people nearby, and strangely, they didn't hear any gunshots, and they didn't even hear any sound."
Luce frowned even tighter when he heard this. He took the candle handed over by the navy and lowered his body to observe the corpse on the ground.
He found that Arnold had no injuries, and the only fatal injury was the blood mark on his throat.
A sword is a marquis.
Luce was still very jealous, and he immediately determined that this was the hand of a master of swordsmanship.
"Without any surveillance equipment for this casino of this big?"
Luce asked in confusion, there are some small casinos, and there should be talent here.
"There is this one, I have already brought it. I dare not watch it without your approval."
Luce nodded and said, "Go out!"
In the room, the surveillance telephone bug was placed on the table, and a large screen projected appeared in front of Luce and Bergre.
Every corner of the casino appeared on the screen without missing a word.
Luce stared at the screen without squinting, not missing any details.
He was very curious about the person who killed Arnold. According to the investigation, there were more than a hundred people lying here, but Arnold still died without resistance.
This person must be a very powerful expert.
"That's it?"
Just then, Luce let out a slight suspicion.
One of the people in the picture aroused his idea. Although the projected picture is not very clear, you can still see the man wearing a very obvious grimace mask on his face.
"Is that guy a ghost face?"
Luce asked, did he just hear about Ghost Face? After all, it was just a bounty hunter and not a pirate, so he didn't pay much attention.
"It seems that he was a bounty hunter who was famous some time ago. His most prominent feature was the mask he wore on his face. No one had seen what he looked like."
Bergre answered Luce's question.
"It seems that this ghost face is still a little capable. It is not unfair that Arnold, a stupid pig, died at his hands."
"Okay, call everyone to prepare to return to the base."
Luce showed a sarcastic sentence from Arnold, and then said to Bergre.
"Uh, Major General, don't you need to catch the ghost face?"
But Bergre asked this question at this time.
Luss immediately looked at him with a look of caring for the mentally retarded child, and then asked, "Is he a pirate?"
Bergre thought for a while, then shook his head.
"Then he has stopped the Navy from doing things?"
Bergre also shook his head.
"So did he take action against innocent people or destroyed a country?"
"Uh, not either."
Bergre scratched his head awkwardly, and he knew that the questions he was asking were a little redundant.
"Then you still don't leave and go back to the base?"
"Yes, Major General Luce."
Luce looked at Bergre who was leaving and shook his head slightly. He wanted to know that the murderer was just curious that he would not make a big fight for a certain force in the North Sea.
And after knowing that it was Ghost Face, he would not care about this matter even more. How could he get to his current position without a glimpse? He would not have conflicts with an unknown strong man like Arnold.
Arnold died if he died, at most no one would pay him taxes.
Moreover, he still has to work hard after he goes back.
Although Arnold is not the top force in the North Sea, there are many industries. If others know that Arnold is dead, there are many people who want to annex his industry and expand his own power.
If a battle breaks out on several sides, the suffering will be civilians.
Moreover, Arnold's industries in the territory he governed were even more. If he didn't care, this major general would have done the final result.
The next day
The news of Arnold's death was spread, and the top forces didn't care at all, and some people didn't even know who Arnold was.
But the small forces were very excited, especially the partners who had business dealings with Arnold.
Now that Arnold is dead, his power without a leader is like a mess, and it is a good time to plunder!
Some other forces have the same idea, all wanting to erode Arnold's industries to strengthen themselves.
"Sir, why are you here? Our leader is not here."
On an island, in front of a hotel, a middle-aged man walked towards the strong man who was coming towards him with a smile.
"Haha, you probably won't see him again, young people will smash it for me."
At the same time, the same scene was staged elsewhere. Without Arnold, they could only be slaughtered, just like sand.
They fled like headless flies, and Arnold's foundation that he had worked hard for many years fell into the hands of various forces.
....
I don't know how these forces cannibalize Arnold's Kittori Aits, and even if I know, I still don't care. That's what his business is.
On the steep cliff, Aits sat cross-legged, his mood was unprecedentedly quiet today, and nothing outside could affect him at all.
That wonderful feeling emerged here, and Aits knew the signs of an impending breakthrough at this time. Whenever his understanding of kendo was higher, he would feel that wonderful feeling would appear.
Aits entered into meditation like an old monk, and his mind was empty, shifting all his attention to the three generations of ghosts placed in front of him.
In previous years, scenes of his sword practice came to his mind again. Every sword is a must-kill sword, and every sword becomes perfect.
Buzz
The third generation of ghost trolls made a crisp sound of swords at this time, and Aits seemed to feel his soul seemed to have a slight connection with ghost trolls.
The two are like family and friends who are not distinguished from each other.
At the same time, a strange and invisible force gushed out from Aits's body and flowed around it.
The dead leaves that drifted in the wind broke and fell to the ground when passing by Aits.
It seemed as if some sharp weapon was cut off from the middle.
This is not momentum, nor is it domineering.
Chapter completed!