Trafford’s Trading Club

Anna slowly walked into the river bank with the men and women - completely before she could see what they looked like.

Very young men and women.

As they turned around and looked at Anna, she subconsciously said, "Did you… save me? ”

But she had just said that, and she paused, and she had a startling look on her face —— Anna found her voice like a wind coming out of a shattered glass.

Dumb, shattered, some syllables are even directly distorted into unintelligible sounds.

She had to reach down and touch her throat unconsciously.

“I, I, I…” Anna tried to make her speech complete, but it didn't seem to work.

Finally, she heard the answers that made her feel awesome.

“I think Miss Anna, you'd better not try.” The young man in the eastern hole in front of him said slowly: "Though we first arrived after hearing your call. But unfortunately, you were in worse shape. ”

Lochu tried to explain in a language that Anna could understand: "Let's just say that Miss Anna's throat was fractured and in a state of retention… well, we kept you in this state for the time being. ”

Anna opened her mouth and still didn't seem to understand the meaning of the phrase.

Lochu had to be simpler: "That is, you will die as soon as your condition is lifted. ”

Anna doesn't know exactly what this so-called state is. But she touched her neck very clearly.

The bones here have been broken. Think it would look really weird in here if the other person looked at it.

She silenced for a while and finally squeezed out the voice: “More… more… more… more… more time. ”

"Of course it won't be long," said Rochu. The Guest is in the protective mechanism of the transaction, which is why this state of affairs can be maintained. But if the delay is too long, it will automatically disappear. Don't get me wrong, it's not something we don't consider for you, just because you're in this state, we need a little bit of consumption. I think Miss Anna is awake, so... half an hour is enough for you to think about it? As a reminder, in half an hour Miss Anna will be in a state of total death, so our judgement is that… you may no longer be able to offer more valuable transaction money than your own soul. ”

Anna listened and silenced. She walked a few steps forward, walking next to Lochu and Yunight, to the closest point to the river.

She looked out at the night across the riverbank and was stunned.

With five minutes left, she slowly turned around and silently looked at the young man.

She still didn't speak... but she went through such a magical scene that she subconsciously felt that this person might be able to read her meaning.

The owner of the club still performs a good job of guiding the guests, listening only slowly to Rochu: “Is this really okay? Miss Anna, what I can tell you is that what you want to ask is not to be treated as something that we do not always offer you. It will subtract some of the value of the transaction money you hold - that is, deviate your final purchasing power. Are you sure you still feel like you need this part? ”

Anna Murmoe nodded.

“I see.” Boss Lo is also very simple, "Mr. Yuri was saved by us, and he is now able to use the energy of the Decabees, and he is indeed getting it from us. ”

Anna's eyes suddenly flashed as if she could already guess the final answer… but she still had the desired eye.

She still chose to listen.

“Mr. Yuri's deal with us is…”

"He wants the power of vengeance," Lochu said softly. For that reason, he had only one month of life left. Now, there are about 27 days left. ”

Anna finally closed her eyes and took a deep breath... her instincts, even if she felt it clearly, blocked her neck after entering her respiratory tract.

It seemed to make her suffer even more.

Her tear glands were still working well… finally she opened her eyes again and her eyes dimmed completely under the wraps of water vapor.

Eventually, she gave herself a slightly uglier smile than crying. In her now dull, broken, horrible voice, like the oldest old witch, she said with a strong sense of hatred: "You… should… not… be… preserved… in…”

Rocciu bluntly said, "I've written down the cost of this part. Is Miss Anna going to buy anything else? ”

Before the last five minutes were exhausted, Anna cried out: “Let… me… see… to… the end. ”

“As you wish.” Rocciu smiled, “my guest. ”

……

……

It's past zero.

This is probably the most difficult night Yefim has had to sleep in recent years. He sat alone in a cold hall with his pajamas on his hands with a knife.

This knife is like his mascot - it accompanies his hair, and even plays a crucial role.

He was fourteen years old and killed for the first time.

He still feels uneasy.

It's like when he was fourteen, the moment he stabbed him for the first time lasted until now. Of course, he preferred it because of that, not because of what was happening today.

It made him feel that things were not under his control… a denial of his ability.

Yefim lifted the phone next to him and waited for a moment before he heard a slightly tired voice.

“Old man, you seem to have come to me the day before yesterday, so diligent. Is there something wrong? ”

Yefim slowly said, "Is there a man named Victor who works for you? ”

“Victor?” The voice on the other end of the phone looked amazing and asked: “He is indeed... what, he offended you? ”

Yefim said softly, "It's nothing, just that my people told me that there was a guy named Victor who put a lot of trouble on these two days and affected a lot of business. ”

“Really...” The other end of the phone said, “I'm afraid it's because of something that's happened recently. Old man, this guy's a qualified workaholic. Trust me, he's not after you, he's probably just out of his mind, like, trying to find something. You know, the painting was stolen, and it affected a lot. I'm under a lot of pressure, too. But don't worry, when this is over, I'll find a way to take care of Victor. This guy is a prick, almost uninhabited. ”

Yefim suddenly said, "Oh? Listen to you, you police chief, don't seem to be able to move a little detective? ”

“I can't help it either. Victor is a very senior-level guy with a national medal, not a guy who can just cut it off. Besides, I've been having a bit of trouble lately... well, trouble, I don't want to get into more trouble at this time... I mean, old man, with your connections and your sources, didn't you hear a little bit about this painting? I think you can help me. ”

Yefim closed his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, old man, I don't want to see you get any worse. I also asked my people to keep an eye on this for two days, and I will definitely let you know the first time I hear anything. ”

“Thanks, old man. ”

“Who makes us good partners? ”

Yefim later cut off the call. When he put the phone down, he simultaneously nailed the knife on his hand to the table and sneered: “Looks like this old man is useless...”

So he picked up the phone again.

……

His wife is still in a suburban vacation home.

When Victor returned in the middle of the night, he also spoke to his wife once… this was almost the easiest moment Victor had had in a few days.

He lay quietly on the bed in his downtown apartment room, looking at the ceiling… suddenly the phone rang.

It's a strange number.

But apparently, the voice coming from the phone is not strange.

“Mr. Victor, it's me. ”

This is Yefim's voice: “I think we need to talk again. How about tomorrow? ”