Justice Weilun showed a subtle smile, looked at Bell seriously, observed Bell, and thought about what was hidden behind the changing expression on his face.

Justice Weilun, who was sophisticated, quickly confirmed something.

The great Margaret III was not ruthless enough to push these super Junkers from the Ruhr city area to the extreme.

These guys felt pain and felt wronged. They believed that their interests were greatly damaged... With the power they had in their hands, they could actually do something.

But... these lawless guys on weekdays.

They evade taxes.

They smuggled and sold the country.

They steal power.

They killed people and set fire.

For the sake of the golden golden Mark, these super Junkers who do not hesitate to commit all crimes that harm the heavens. For the sake of green banknotes, they can do evil and be rampant...

They are still a group of "lowly businessmen" in their bones!

They are afraid of death; they are afraid of trouble; they are afraid of losing their current titles and power; they are afraid of their families falling from the clouds and mud.

"What do you want to do?" Justice Weilun thought he had seen through Bell's plan. He raised his glass again and took a sip of the red wine as red as diluted blood: "You want to rebel?"

Justice Weilun smiled.

Bell's face suddenly changed, and then he suddenly looked in the direction of the door, then looked again. He jumped up, rushed to the door, opened the door, and confirmed that there was no one outside the door, and the small living room outside was empty and there was no one. He closed the door heavily, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and returned to his seat.

"What are you kidding?" Bell said a little annoyed: "How can we rebel? Compared with tax evasion, smuggling, and murder, can rebel be done?"

"You, I want to make your voice." Justice Weilun shook his glass, and a light red wine hung a layer of red in the glass. Through the glass, Bell's whole body turned red, as if he was covered in blood.

"Yes, we want to make our voice...we must do something to make..." Bell stretched out his finger and pointed to the ceiling: "Let them understand that we are angry too."

Justice Weilun smiled unanimously.

Businessmen are businessmen, looking forward and making profits... You say they are timid, they have nothing to do for money; you say they are bold, and when they really want them to give it a try, they are inexplicably discouraged.

The terrible Her Majesty the Queen had already used a knife on them. What they were thinking was that she just wanted Her Majesty to know--'They were angry too'!

Tsk...

Justice Weilun laughed at these super Junkers in his heart. He put down his wine glass and looked at Bell seriously: "So, what are you going to do?"

"Your Majesty is in Ruhr City, acting according to the rules... Of course, we must also follow the rules in accordance with the reasonable, reasonable and legal procedures." Bell raised the bottle and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. He burped and said in a deep tone: "Of course you know that the royal family has just issued a Royal Hydra badge!"

Justice Weilun's eyelids drooped, and his thick eyelids blocked his gaze.

This is an instinctive reaction - he will not let Bell guess his psychological activities through his gaze.

He even tightened his face, and there was no hair on his old face moving... He would not let Bell guess what he was thinking through his expression.

The Royal Hydra badge that Bell mentioned.

Justice Weilun seemed to have a white, tender, round and soft face flashed by. The golden three-headed snake badge representing the favor and trust of the imperial royal family... If you don't envy it, it's true.

"The winner of that badge had something unpleasant to happen at the Whisper Forest Club." Bell was too lazy to speculate on Justice Weilun's psychological activities, and he directly pointed out the topic: "Joe Rong Weitu, the loyal dog of the royal family, the fierce hunting dog, was he who triggered the chaos in Ruhr City and led to the subsequent events."

"This is a bit far-fetched." Justice Weilun looked at Bell very seriously: "As far as I know...he..."

"No one cares whether he is the real culprit, but after the chaos in Ruhr City, he came to the imperial capital, his rank was promoted, he had a few more enviable medals, and he got a Hydra badge that many marquis and even dukes were envious."

"We suffered tragic losses, we were deeply hit. We were like a group of poor groundhogs in thunderstorms, curled up in the cave, waiting quietly for the thunder to disappear... And he, with a thunderous spring breeze, was promoted and made a fortune!"

Shrugging, Bell sighed: "Police Minister Correll personally arranged for him to go to the Judicial University to study... Oh, oh, you can imagine that when he graduates, he should rise to the top and have great potential in the Ministry of Police!"

"Compare, Lord Weilun, compare it carefully... When we were covered in bruises, he... so... like this..."

Bell grinned, his smile a little like a bit crazy evil dog: "So, we... the Bergman family and the Bergman family allies, everyone believes that he is the culprit who was selected by the royal family to detonate the chaos in Ruhr City, causing us great trouble, and giving the royal family an excuse to attack us."

Justice Weilun continued to shake his glass and looked at Bell who was red through the glass: "You actually just want to kill a chicken..."

"Show two old monkeys!" Bell's expression was very fierce, but his voice suddenly lowered several times, and his eyes looked around and looked at him in panic.

Justice Weilun was crazy about Bell's harshness and cowardice in his heart - killing the chicken to show two old monkeys? Two old monkeys? Haha, old monkey?

If Margaret III and Mata XIII knew what Bell said... Justice Weilun dared not imagine how miserable this guy would die!

Shaking his head, Justice Weilun continued to droop his eyelids and continued to stretch his face, and said lightly in Gu Jingbubo's tone: "So, what does it mean to invite me to lunch?"

"As I said before, the old monkeys act according to law, and they are using formal procedures to rectify us with real evidence... Then, of course, we must use reasonable, reasonable and legal formal procedures to knock the chubby little evil dog they sent to the ground!"

Bell stood up, supported the dining table with his hands, leaned forward, stared at Justice Viron, and said word by word: "We need your help... we need the help of your partners... we need the help of the Al organization behind you!"

Justice Weilun raised his wine glass, drank half a glass of wine in one go, and then gently placed the wine glass on the table.

He sighed and shook his head: "Why are we? Uh, sorry, I think no one will be stupid to try to deal with a Hydra badge owner in the imperial capital...Haha, especially, we are in some trouble now."

Bell smiled firmly, and he grabbed the bottle of wine and took another big sip.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. No one is stupid enough to deal with a little bastard with a Royal Hydera badge at Fort Heidra...but, you guys are the only exception!"

Justice Weilun laughed: "The only exception? Why! We will help you, except to incite the terrible Majesty... I think it is like committing suicide! I can't imagine the reason we will help you!"

"We will help you solve the troubles your club is facing now." Bell took another sip of wine, and he sniffed a sip of wine and said to Justice Viron very seriously: "We will help you solve the biggest troubles you face now...or the fatal crisis."

Justice Weilun's smile suddenly froze: "We...a fatal crisis?"

Bell chuckled: "Isn't it just money? Believe in us, the troubles that can be solved with money are not a problem for us... You should believe in the strength of Ruhr City, and the strength of our Junkers in the Ruhr City area!"

"Isn't the crisis you are facing now just a matter of money?"

Justice Weilun remained silent for a long time.

He grabbed the bottle beside him and poured himself a large glass of wine - he even ignored the table manners and really poured himself a full glass of wine... the wine almost overflowed from the glass.

"This is an astronomical number..." Justice Weilun put down the bottle and looked at Bell deeply.

"Haha, for you, it's an astronomical figure... but for us, it's just a small investment... If we can use this little money to make some people understand our determination... this investment will be worth it."

Bell also looked at Justice Weilun deeply.

Justice Weilun raised his glass and swallowed a large glass of wine in one bite.

He drank a little anxiously, so he coughed several times.

After putting down the wine glass, Justice Weilun said in a slight voice: "I heard that Junkers never do business at a loss... Do you know how much wealth has been stolen in the underground treasure house of the Whisper Forest Club?"

Bell looked at Justice Weilun with a smile: "The wealth of the Al organization, 19 billion gold marks...the wealth of those VIPs, 400 billion gold marks...the other gold coins and banknotes are about 100 million gold marks. This is the public funds of your club...is roughly this number?"

Justice Weilun's heart once again showed anger - it seems that some people in the club are not strict enough!

"Our investment will definitely pay off... and this reward is also on Joe Rong Weitu." Bell asked Justice Weilun gently: "Are you interested in ocean trade? This is a mouth-watering road to wealth!"

Justice Weilun smiled "hehehe" and pointed at Bell and shook his head repeatedly.
Chapter completed!