Trafford’s Trading Club

The Assistant Secretary of the Secretary of Security entered a special room after walking through several gates, finishing with a specially encrypted password lock and a final pupil and fingerprint unlock.

There are all kinds of advanced equipment, and there are a lot of professional elites, all from the army that the ministers have dug up, the talent of the police.

This is the main battalion of the Ministry of Security and the hub that commands the entire national security system - the secretary is now facing straight into a separate office with glass cut on all sides of the room.

The curtains are only halfway down, but it's enough to see how many people are inside - there's only one security minister here.

“Minister." The secretary called slowly after opening the door.

Leaning on the chair, the sheriff with the jacket just opened his eyes. His eyes were covered with blood - from the time of the hostage-taking case until now, two days and three nights later, he had not really rested or left the command centre.

It looks very depressing.

“Minister, why don't you go to the lounge and get some sleep?” The secretary is quite worried.

The minister waved his hand and rubbed his face a few times. His voice was a little dull, but it was clear: “What news? ”

The most important of these two days has naturally been the hijacking of the theatre and the assassination of the Senator.

Because almost all of this happened at the same time, His Excellency the President has been furious and given a death order and must find the murderer in the shortest possible time.

“The people who attended the concert that day were all under scrutiny. I'll let you know as soon as I hear from you. ”

The minister still rubbed his eyebrows, "What else? ”

The secretary hastily opened the document in hand, "Well, with regard to the investigation into the theatre hijacking, the Technical Department personnel examined the remains of the bomb that had been brought back, and they found something. ”

The document was opened and then reversed, and the Secretary pushed it directly to the Minister.

The minister picked it up and looked at it carefully, he would not carelessly do anything, even the insignificant little things mentioned in this document… just his brow suddenly wrinkled: “Black powder residue? ”

The secretary nodded: "Yes, the tech department said that it could be inferred from the bomb's wreckage that it should have been manufactured in a fabricated fashion, that the amount that the theatre would have buried would have been enough to smash the entire theatre... but somehow, the high concentration of explosives in it turned into black powder. We found an activated detonator on Roger's body, believing that he intended to activate the bombs before he died, with the intention of destroying them together. But..."

“Was it supposed to be used as a last resort to turn into a black powder with no power at all...” The Minister silenced for a moment: “When you said Roger brought these bombs, were they set aside? ”

The secretary shook his head: “I'm sure a buyer like him would still do the minimum acceptance. ”

“This is strange…” the Minister became more confused and looked at his secretary: "In addition, strange things happened during the rescue of the Senator. According to the statement of the storm squad at the time, before their arrival, Croquedal and another bandit had passed out, but only the Senator was in the room. We are convinced that the Senate President is incapable of releasing these two men. ”

“In fact, while in the concert hall, the guarded bandits were in a coma for no reason," the secretary said. Later, our men seized the guns of these bandits and discovered that all the magazines in them had disappeared… However, according to the hostages' statements at the time, they should have been loaded because the bandits had fired. ”

Things seem to be getting weird.

The Minister suddenly had an unclear feeling… that when something went beyond conventional perception, it was easy to get into an unknown fear.

There is no doubt that the Minister is not a person who likes not being able to explain something.

“Let's go back to the theater and do not let anything slim go.” The Minister then ordered it down, and it seemed to recall something: "By the way, has communication and electricity been restored outside? ”

“Repairs are already under way, but the range is too wide, and several major cables have been burned for short circuits, and I'm afraid it will be at least another 48 hours before the city's power supply can be restored initially. As for communications, they can be fixed very quickly. But in the course of the storm, the vast majority of people had more electronic devices burned… There are not so many mobile phone-like supplies on the market at this time, which is probably quite a hassle. ”

Nevertheless, the hub of this security sector is still working as usual - because the equipment and power supply systems here are separate and separate systems, and security can be rounded up.

“Why? ”

“We went to a number of professors at the Academy of Sciences, and they didn't speak very uniformly.” The secretary was helpless: “I also asked at the observatory that they had not found anything particularly intense about the Sun. ”

“The hijackings, the assassination of the Senator, the storm disaster all took place within these two days… it was like a movie, a world dominated by terror.” The minister suddenly laughed bitterly, "It's ironic that this happened in the City of God...”

“Anything always has its causes, as long as we can find its breakthrough.” The secretary consoled.

The minister nodded and cheered up: "Pour me a cup of coffee. ”

The secretary hastily said: "Minister, you haven't rested for days... why don't you go back and rest for half a day? Besides, Dr. Frankie was shocked this time, and you... aren't you going to go home and see him? ”

After a moment of silence, the minister suddenly asked, "Didn't he send Billy's men home? ”

"He didn't go back," said the secretary. "He went straight back to the university lab. I was told that Mr. Billy had been in the hospital for two days, but the bodyguard did not let him pass. As for Mr. Billy's surgery, which was successful, he had not awakened for two days, and the doctor said he had lost too much blood, had been infected with some bacteria and had been experiencing high fever for two days. ”

The minister rubbed his forehead: “How did he get online with Billy... still pulling the sponsorship of the satellite launch program? Do something hard that you don't like... this stubborn guy. ”

“Minister…”

“Okay, I get it.” The Minister waved: "I still have a few documents to read, a meeting in the afternoon and a visit to the Presidential Palace before 5: 00. Otherwise... let's talk about it later. ”

“Okay, I'm going out, too.” The secretary nodded.

……

……

‘WHITE-HELL’

Caroline and Arnold are measuring by the light pole opposite the White Hell Bar door —— they've been here half an hour.

After several rounds of discussion, Caroline intends to find out Hayley's innocence, and the only clue is that Libya has mentioned that she and her boyfriend have been dating in this' WHITE-HELL ’on several occasions.

According to what Arnold mentioned about Hailey, Caroline felt like a little gangster like Hailey who should know someone in 'WHITE-HELL’, so maybe she could get word from some of the employees at the bar about Hailey.

“It's not open yet.” Arnold frowned.

Many parts of the city have not been powered on because of the strange weather. As for the people in the city, they are also busy cleaning up the losses caused by the weather, and the roads are now very cold.

“I'm afraid it won't open today.” Arnold looked at Caroline and was helpless.

Caroline had a slight irritability on her face, women's cigarettes had been smoked one after the other, and there were seven or eight butts on the floor long ago.

Arnold frowned and grabbed a cigarette that Caroline had just lit and still stepped out on the ground, "Relax, you're in bad shape. ”

“Leave me alone.” Caroline frowned and walked straight towards the door of 'WHITE-HELL’.

Arnold was helpless and had to rush to catch up.

I don't know who said it, never confront the woman who decided something. Because such women are more stubborn than men.

Arnold thinks Caroline might be the type - she's banging hard on the 'WHITE-HELL' gate.

But it seems this simple, rough way works pretty well —— soon, 'WHITE-HELL' opened, and a big man with tattoos pulled the door open impatiently, "What is it? We're out of power today. Let's go! ”

“Let me ask you something!” Caroline said quickly, while taking a few notes out of the bag, "the reward is no less than yours. ”

“Ma'am, you know the rules. Go ahead. Ask me something.” Obviously this is not the first time this big guy has been questioned - so he's very skilled at putting Caroline's bills directly in his pocket.

“Have you seen Hailey? Do you know where he's been lately?” Caroline opened the door and asked.

The big guy was stunned, then opened his mouth, then frowned and pulled out the money he had stuck in his pocket, "Are you kidding me? Isn't Hailey right next to you? ”

Caroline glanced at Arnold, who just gave her a helpless smile, "This isn't the first time I've seen anything like this... you've seen it, too? ”

Arnold didn't explain much either. He just took out his ID card and swayed in front of the big man: “Look clearly, my name is Arnold. You're talking about Hailey and I'm a twin. Now that Hailey's missing, I can't find him. That's why I came here to ask. ”

The big man held his ID card and looked back and forth several times before grabbing his hair: “Is this a fake ID? I never heard him say he had a twin. His brother? ”

"If you don't believe me, I can come with you to the police station and see if this ID is real," Arnault said. ”

The man shook his head, gave it back to Arnold, then shrugged his shoulders, but quickly stuffed the money he had just pulled back into his pocket, "I haven't seen this guy in over a month. I'm sorry, I don't know where he is right now. ”

“What was he doing the last time you saw him? Did you ever say physical or anything?” Caroline asked.

The big guy was very cooperative when he received the money and shrugged: “What else could that guy do? Isn't this where you play with girls? The last time I saw him, it must have happened to be a hooker. ”

“Whore?” Caroline frowned.

"I don't remember her name, but she's hooked up with a couple of men, done it a few times, so I know her. I also talked to Hailey about this, saying that this woman is nasty and the kung fu in bed must be great! And then Hayley did it... hey, this guy actually looks good, still looks good, he hooked up in a couple of flicks. ”

Caroline's eyebrows are about to be screwed into a kawaji.

She couldn't help but feel sad for Libya.

Livia told her that her boyfriend had never known her identity occupation. It didn't occur to me that they already knew about it, and that's what they came for.

I'm afraid knowing that the young lady called from Livia was going to cheat on Livia from the outset.

“Oh... by the way, maybe you can go somewhere and maybe find Hailey.” The big man seems to remember something.

“Say it.” Caroline glanced.

But the big man smiled with his mouth shut. Caroline glanced at him with hatred and unwillingly took out a few more bills and patted them in front of the man's chest.

“Kata Club.” The big man grinned: “Once he drank too much and said he wanted a temporary worker there, but I didn't know he was still doing it. ”

He looked at Arnold around Caroline weirdly and rubbed his chin, and the smell was even more intense.

Arnault frowned: “What is the Kata Club? ”

Caroline coldly said: "Rich women have some special sexuality guys, somewhere to look for men. ”

“Miss, do you understand? Been there?” Big guy. Hey, weird two laughs.

“Shut your mouth!” Caroline glanced at him and flushed away angrily. Arnold had to hurry to catch up.

……

They soon disappeared from the sight of this man.

Nor did the man care, and he was glad to count the consultancy fees he had received from Caroline, and even blew a whistle. But that's when he heard the crisp footsteps.

A woman in a black dress, wearing a black umbrella, was walking past him and stopped.

The woman was very pale and seemingly unusually soft. The woman looked up and measured the face of 'WHITE-HELL', and the big man saw her face clearly.

This big man is used to mixing wind and moon scenes, and he can't help but say, "Hey, pretty girl, the power's out here. It's closed for the night. But I can open a box for you. Want to come in and play? I'll buy you a drink! ”

“‘WHITE-HELL’ … White Hell.” The woman smiled, "Is there somewhere else to take that name? ”

“Isn't that cool?” The big man is very proud.

The woman smiled softly: "Inside… really is hell, is there a demon? ”

“Do you like the devil?” The big man laughed, and then inspired the muscles in his chest, "the devil, not as strong as me. ”

“Then let me see.” The woman with the black umbrella smiled sweetly: “It just so happens that my family and I are homeless and are looking for a place to stay. ”

The woman revealed a soulful look and walked straight through the man, walking straight into the ‘WHITE-HELL' bar.

The big man revealed his obsession and slowly followed through with his gaze.

Shortly afterwards, a screaming voice suddenly appeared.

In front of the door, a bloody palm stretched out and grabbed dead on the door panel, but in the blink of an eye, the palm flew off and seemed to be dragged in by something.

The gate fell and made a loud noise.

This‘ WHITE-HELL 'bar is closed again.