Trafford’s Trading Club

It's not a question of wimping out, it's a strategic compromise - and Mr. Azachez slowly raised his hands.

"It's good to know what's going on." The man in the sunglasses smirked, then threw a box toward Mr. Azachez and motioned for him to open it.

Mr. Assahelis did as he was told, and when he opened the box, he discovered that inside was an injection syringe.

The strangeness of the situation made Mr. Azachez's forehead begin to break out in a cold sweat.

As it turned out, following the matchbox clue to this place was rash.

"What's this?" With a look of surprise on his face, Azaccheus looked at the handcuffed, gauze-wrapped man in the chair and said, "Are these painkillers for this man?"

"You seem to have a talent for doing talk shows." The man in the sunglasses said calmly, "Unfortunately I don't have time to watch your show right now ...... Now, take it and inject it into your own body."

Throughout, the man in the sunglasses pointed his pistol at Mr. Azaccheus, the threat ever present.

"What...what the hell is this?" Mr. Assahelis asked hesitantly.

The man in the sunglasses said, "The manager of this hotel said that the room here has the best soundproofing in the whole [Freedom City], and is even comparable to a professional recording studio."

"...... What?" Mr. Azachez was startled.

Then a loud bang suddenly exploded in his ears.

Mr. Assahelis instinctively recoiled from the ...... floor, which now had a bullet hole in it.

He couldn't help but pale a little, watching the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him again ...... He didn't dare to bet that the other gun had no bullets in it, but with fear, slowly removed the syringe from the box.

"I...where do I want to shoot at?"

The man in the sunglasses frowned for a moment.

Mr. Assahelis then had to put the needle against his arm, but instead of sticking it in, he said quickly, "Can I at least get some iodine and a rubber band? And is the needle clean ...... so it can easily get infected?"

The man in the sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol and spat out with a sigh, Mr. Azachez looked relieved, but the man in the sunglasses suddenly raised his pistol again and fired three shots in a row!

Three bullets flew past his shoulder in a line ...... not penetrating his shoulder, but scratching the skin on his shoulder.

He knew there was no room for him to go under the skin, so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, grasped the syringe, and quickly plunged it directly into his shoulder.

It was the place where he had been vaccinated as a child.

As the syringe was completely filled with material, the man in the sunglasses lowered his pistol again, satisfied with the way he was being treated: "The next step is to feel it ......, and soon you will feel that the whole world will be different, and you will even feel the reality of the world for the first time with great clarity. "

Afterwards, without waiting for Mr. Azachez's reaction, the man in the sunglasses casually looked at the guy wrapped in gauze who was leaning back in his chair, and then exited the room.

Mr. Assahelis rushed to the door, reached out and twisted the handle of the ...... door but the lock was already locked again.

He shook his head helplessly, and that's when he pulled out the needle that was still stuck in his arm ...... He looked at the guy with bloodshot eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Dude, do you know how this thing works?"

But the guy with the bloodshot eyes was a grumpy dude, who didn't seem to understand a word, and was still very grumpy - or rather, confused.

Mr. Azachez shook his head and went to sit down on the couch next to him - he now quietly released his grip on the syringe.

The needle of the syringe had, at some point, been bent directly into a right angle.

Mr. Azaccheus broke the needle straight again before throwing it on the table.

Now, how to escape from this place? ...... Mr. Assaschels lay on the couch, resting on his hands, and looked blankly at the ceiling of the room.

Suddenly, Mr. Assahelis popped up and stared at the Grumpy Dude chained to the chair ...... Then Mr. Assahelis's arms began to shake just like the Grumpy Dude's. He even opened his mouth and began to let out a low growl ...... he was adjusting until it felt almost like the Grumpy Dude.

He even opened his mouth and began to make a low growling sound ...... He was adjusting his low growling sound until it felt similar to Grumpy Man and then stopped.

Next, Mr. Azaccheus began to flip over the furniture in the room, and only after everything around him had fallen over did he sit down against the corner, facing the door of the room.

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Miss Sister's last mode of transportation of choice was a ...... bicycle!

There was no way around it, the parade was over, people were starting to disperse, and it was now creating congestion on more than a dozen major thoroughfares, with no way to call a cab.

The only thing she could do was to find a coat to cover the seriously injured gentleman, and then pedal her bicycle all the way to her destination.

The great scholar Mr. Calvin in [the city of freedom], even the elementary school children, have heard of his name and deeds ...... Mr. Calvin's residence, is not a secret.

In fact, Mr. Calvin, who has always followed the ancient tradition of asceticism, is approached by people every day. Mr. Calvin never refused to receive these visitors.

It is just that Mr. Calvin always liked to persuade his visitors to join him in his asceticism. ...... This asceticism, which follows an ancient tradition, is not one that many people can follow.

As time went on, fewer and fewer people came to visit him.

But the great Calvinist still maintained the practice of advising ...... Catch one is one - all of this, as Mr. Azaccheus told her.

In particular, the phrase [catch one is one].

Mr. Azaccheus, too, was an independent, idiosyncratic fellow, wasn't he?

Sister Therrien thought to herself that she even vividly remembered the roll of her eyes when Azaccheus first said those words.

Although he was a well-known scholar, because of his asceticism, the residence of the great Calvinist scholar was not an upscale residential area, but an old, dilapidated building in the old town.

When Miss Sister stopped her bicycle in exasperation, she saw only the attic in the dilapidated two-story house, which was lit up ...... not even a doorbell.

--If you're looking for Mr. Calvin, you don't have to knock, you can just go in.

Remembering again what Mr. Azaccheus had said, Miss Sister hesitated, but finally chose to carry the seriously wounded man on her back, bent over, and walked half-back, half-dragging into the home of Calvin's scholar.

The door was not even locked, but had opened with a gentle push.

"Mr. Calvin, are you there, please?" Miss Sister felt that she still had to say hello, so she shouted loudly at the door a few times.

After just a few shouts, there was no response ...... so she continued to carry the severely injured man on her back, climbing up to the second floor, to the room where the lights were on.

But just then, Sister Sister heard what appeared to be a screaming figure ...... and a sound similar to that of a chain swinging.

Sister Sallyne was startled and tentatively called out again, "Mr. Calvin, are you there? I'm a friend of Mr. Azaccheus ...... I have something I want to see you about! Mr. Calvin?"

Still the sound of screams and the sound of chains hitting the door.

In front of the door of the small attic, Miss Sister's palms trembled as she slowly pushed the door open, and she instantly uttered a scream-!

Inside the room, a white-haired old man, now wearing only a pair of shorts, was kneeling on the floor.

He was flogging his body with a chain ...... Even Sister Therrien saw a metal bandage tightened around the old man's thigh!

The tie has barbs that pierce deeply into the flesh of the old man's thigh ...... Blood, slowly leaving behind.

[Suffering Belt].

In an instant, Sister Therrien remembered the scientific name of this metal bandage.

Is this ...... what is known as the practice of following an ancient tradition?

But the screams of alarm could not even shake the old man, who still whipped his body with the chain over and over again.

The old man's back, the old and new wounds were densely packed with blood, and it was disturbing.

A long time ...... may or may not have been very long, but every second was torture for Sister Therrien as she watched the old man flog himself.

After a few moments, the old man finally stopped flogging himself, he dropped the chain, folded his hands, faced the window, and prayed.

Sister Sallyne was afraid to speak now, but her nervous breathing grew a little faster.

When the old man finally finished his prayer, he stood up slowly, holding his legs, and then put on his robe, "Did Azazeles send you? Why did he let you come?"

He looked calmly at Sister Therrien and asked.

"I ......" Sister Selyne opened her mouth and was about to speak.

"Who is that man you are carrying on your back?" The old man's gaze directly gaped.

Sister Selyne was only at this time even put the seriously injured man down, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Calvin, it is this gentleman must see you, I am not very clear, but he suddenly fainted in front of my house, but his body has very heavy burns, he does not want to go to the hospital ...... it seems, it seems Someone else is trying to get him."

"Burns?" The old man...the Calvinist scholar's eyes glazed over, whirled around and approached quickly, lifting the clothes covering the severely wounded man and taking a quick look at him, then at Sister Therion: "What is your name?"

"Cyrene, sir." Miss Sister Sallyne whispered in response.

"Okay, Sister Selyne, do me a favor and carry him to the desk." The Calvinist said directly now.

"The book...desk?" Sister Therrien had a hard time looking at the desk where the literature and books were stacked like a mountain.

But the Calvinist quickly walked towards the desk, sweeping the things on the desk directly onto the floor, "Now it's okay, bring him up, I'm going to get something ready.".

As he said, the great scholar of the [City of Freedom] quickly walked out of the room.

Looking at that pace, it really didn't look like an old man who had just whipped himself hard ...... his leg, even still strangled with the bittersweet band that pierced his flesh!

Sister Theresa had to move the severely wounded man to the cleared desk, and soon Calvinist came in with two ceramic pots. "

"Huh? Me?" Sister Therion opened her mouth, swallowed in a whirl and nodded, "I...I'll try!"

Inside two earthenware jars was a viscous substance that smelled vaguely of medicine ...... but clearly did not resemble a regular prescription ointment.

By now, the Calvinist had begun to apply the ointment to the severely wounded, and Sister Therrien was a bit cagey, but did as she was told.

In the study, candles were lit, and there didn't even seem to be any electric lights. ...... In the dim light, it took more than half an hour for the two of them to work together to apply the ointment.

Although I don't know what the origin of the ointment was, when Sister Céline saw the seriously injured man's brow, which had shown signs of pain along the way, gradually loosen despite his unconsciousness, she had to say something miraculous.

"Sister Céline." The Calvinist scholar called directly now.

"Present! I'm in!" Miss Sister responded nervously.

Only the Calvinist scholar was heard to say, "Now, you have two choices. The first, you leave here and you forget what happened tonight so that your life may not be disturbed."

"And...what about the second?"

"You stay." The Calvinist said slowly, "Ask me what happened, but before you do, be prepared for ...... some things, once you know, are hard to turn back from. You may even be involved in unprecedented danger because of it. I, suggest you choose the first one."

"I ......" Sister Miss Sister was now the faces of a group of children in the orphanage flashed in her head, so she took a deep breath and said correctly: "I choose the first."

"Then please go back." Calvin learned to nod calmly, "And remember, don't tell anyone, including Assashears."

Sister Selene nodded silently ...... She looked quickly at the severely wounded man, then turned and walked resolutely to the door.

"Wait, Cyrene?" Calvinist scholars were now shouting coldly.

Sister Selene turned around.

I saw the Calvinist scholar frown and her stare changed, "I remember ...... Cyrene, you are a reservist for the Holy Maiden and you were fifth in the last class?"

"Is there...a problem." Sister Therion said subconsciously.

"There is a problem." The Calvinist scholar said matter-of-factly, "Since you are a reservist for the Holy Maiden, you do not have the first choice. I'm sorry to tell you, Sister Selyne, but I'm afraid you need to stay."

Sister Selyne snapped to attention!

--Old man, you can't be so unethical!

---Great gas!