I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at Lawrence with a serious expression, Anson, who was thinking a little, turned his attention to the little secretary: "How much money is in the Storm Corps account now?"

Since the workers were motivated on a temporary basis and for the sake of salary, of course, it was the most convenient way to solve the problem with money. With the wealth of the Bogner family and the Church of Order as his backing, Anson was not afraid that Viscount Bogner would dare not pay back the money.

"Ah?!" The little secretary was stunned for a while, but he recovered quickly and looked at An Sen calmly:

"Almost 4,000 gold coins, but only less than 1,000 living money, the rest will be used to pay for many items and the balance of goods and daily expenses!"

Well, a little bit... Anson shook his head:

"Then if I use the Storm Corps' budget as collateral to borrow money from Clovis Cathedral, how much can I borrow?"

"First of all, you can't do that, because this budget is a special fund, and using it as a mortgage requires Miss Sophia's approval." The little clerk immediately rejected Anson's idea, and then gave another method:

"But you are the commander of the security army of the Church of Order, and you have a lot of credit in the Church - the interest is higher, and you can lend 5,000 immediately!"

"how long?"

"Within an hour!" Alan Dawn raised his confident little chin.

"Half an hour." Anson folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket: "The interest cannot exceed 15%, and the rest will count as your year-end bonus this year!"

"I-I can definitely hit 10%!"

The little secretary sucked in his breath, his pupils flickering with an incomparably fanatical light.

After ordering the money, Anson looked back at Judge Lawrence: "Where is the factory?"

"To the east of Old Wall Street, it's not too far from the Central West Station of Wangdu. It's a cotton spinning factory." Lawrence, with a hoarse voice, had a solemn expression, obviously guessing what Anson was thinking: "I don't know the situation very well, but the rioters Workers can't be solved just by having money!"

"So there must be an army." Anson nodded, he already had a general idea:

"Find Sierra Virgil, she is the adjutant of internal affairs, and ask her to give orders to the company commanders on my behalf in fifteen minutes, and all members of the storm regiment will be dispatched to surround the factory."

"All out?!"

Lawrence was taken aback by Anson's decisiveness.

"Only in this way can the Guards be caught off guard. They are used to being arrogant in Clovis City. The soldiers of the Storm Regiment have not completed their recruit training. It is useless if there are fewer people!"

"In addition, you need to find a way to notify the Church of Order, and let the church members notify all the newspapers in the capital city; the more people, the better, gather as much as possible near the factory to report this incident, and it is best to let the reporters rush in front of the guards. When they arrive at the scene, it will be even better if they can interview the workers who are occupying the factory!”

Anson turned around as he spoke, and walked quickly to the door of the barracks: "Dispatch all the carriages, and immediately block the entire street when you arrive at the factory - remember to bring the artillery, as much as you can!"

"What about you?!" Captain Inquisitor shouted towards his back.

"I'm going to rescue Viscount Bogner!"

While speaking, Anson had already left the barracks, boarded a carriage parked outside the barracks gate, and galloped away.

Rescue Viscount Bogner... How can he save him alone?

Lawrence, with a confused expression, was stunned for a second, wrapped in a dark leather coat and left the place, striding towards the barracks cafeteria.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps in Whitehall Street, where the alarm bells were ringing;

………………

The stable four-wheeled carriage galloped on the deserted street. An Sen looked at the scenery outside the window with a dazed expression and said nothing.

The mob besieged the factory, the Viscount Bogner fell... Why did Lawrence Bernat come to him for such a thing?

To ensure the safety of Viscount Bogner? Then why didn't the Qiuzhen Cultivator do it themselves, just sneak into the factory and rescue people secretly.

Is it inconvenient for the court to appear? This kind of excuse is at best an excuse. If they can disgrace the guards once in the Old Wall Street incident, they won't care about letting them lose a second time.

The answer, then, is obvious - it's still a trial.

If you are a loyal lackey of the Black Mage, and under the premise that a certain family is likely to have unfavorable information on the Black Mage, what will you do to a person who is very likely to have the family's information?

The first step is to rescue the hostages, the second step is to ask for clues, and the third step is to kill people.

Perfect.

You don't even need to think about the question of framing the blame, it's all about the riots and the workers who occupied the factory, and 10,000 percent of the deaths are unproven.

If the intention is more sinister, as long as I deliberately "slow down" and let the guards "manslaughter" Viscount Bogner, and then rely on the landlord's relationship with Mrs. Bogner to come to condolence, I can also take the opportunity to investigate the evidence that he is in contact with the family. .

If you were a little more ruthless, you could actually pretend to save someone, use the other party's gratitude to get information about the family, and then find an opportunity to let him die at the hands of disgruntled workers or stalking guards, and don't do it. less than...

But Anson will never do this, the main reason is that some important things have not been thrown away by him, and the second is that they are not needed.

After learning about the dying struggle of the Guards, the Black Mage's desire for the "Great Book of Magic", and the Archbishop Luther Franz, who is obviously thinking of some kind of calculus, he now doesn't really want this family to appear. .

An Sen even has a hunch now that the moment when this talker appears, is likely to be the moment when all the forces will explode together.

That being the case, Anson's plan was to clear his suspicion of being an "Old God School" once again.

The first step is to rescue the hostages, the second step is to quell the workers' insurrection, and the third step is to ensure that Viscount Bogner does not fall into the hands of the guards.

simple and clear.

Of course, the premise is that the whole incident is really just a "worker riot".

When he was one street away from the factory, An Sen stopped the carriage, walked into the narrow alley alone, and put two silver coins in a lonely beggar's bowl.

Five minutes later, Anson, who had changed into an old worker's uniform and scarf, walked out of the alley and walked towards Viscount Bogner's factory not far away.

Beneath the gloomy lead-grey dome, the entire factory has changed beyond recognition and has become a makeshift "fortress": workers have built barricades and barriers with bricks, wood and garbage from the factory; a dozen workers in thin uniforms stand behind the barricades , holding "weapons" temporarily transformed from scrap metal and tools.

Two rusted metal pipes on the broken fence are hung with long banners, with the very eye-catching words written on them in red paint:

"Give us a salary!"

"Give us bread!"

"Give us everything we deserve!"

What a simple pursuit... Looking at the flag fluttering in the cold wind, An Sen sighed and shook his head, "Crack!" he snapped his right index finger, and countless images flooded into his mind.

Covering his face with a hat and a scarf, Anson, with his hands in his pockets, walked towards the factory like a relaxed pace.

The workers had just occupied the factory, and the guards were still on their way, and it was the last calm before the storm.

After walking around the factory twice, Anson took advantage of the opportunity of a worker to turn his head to smoke, and jumped over the wall and entered the factory.

Walking into the door of the factory building, a messy scene immediately came into Anson's sight; the machine was smashed, and boxes of cotton yarn were dumped on the ground.

Wooden boxes full of raw materials were thrown into the bonfire outside the gate by cheering workers and burned; every time one was thrown, fierce cheers erupted in the workshop.

"Long live--!!!!"

One after another cheers rang out in the crowded workshop. The carnival workers kept hugging each other with almost crazy expressions, waving their thin arms to express their mood at the moment, and they went crazy as if they were standing there carnival.

But this is just the beginning.

Accompanied by the sound of scolding and beatings, several guys with bruised noses and bruised faces were escorted into the factory building, obviously dressed in much better fashion than the workers; amidst cheers and cheers, these people were tied with ropes to their wrists, as if they were wrapped in gorgeous clothes. The pieces of meat were hung up, which further heated up the atmosphere in the workshop.

"Burn them!"

"Hang these vampires!"

"Let them spit out our hard-earned money first, then hang and burn!"

Excited workers blushed, venting their inner frenzy with hearty laughter and cursing; the few people who were hung in mid-air were bloodless, shivering in mid-air, and kept emitting complete and body shapes. Discordant shrill screams spilled fearful liquid from between the twitching legs.

At this moment, a young man who looked quite sturdy suddenly stepped on two stacked wooden boxes and raised his hands in the crowd:

"Brothers, brothers! You see, this is our strength!"

"Look at these hyenas who bullied us on weekdays, even deducting two and a half coppers an hour, and even taking away our lunch, how scared they are now!"

"Then why do they dare to bully us so unscrupulously and deduct us? Why do they dare to help Master Bogner and treat us like beasts?!"

"Is it their fault? No! It's not their fault! It's me, it's us, it's us! We ourselves are too weak, too weak!"

"They asked us to work twelve hours a day, and we agreed; they asked us to work overtime, and we agreed; they asked us not to take vacations, and we agreed!"

"Why do we always promise, because we are weak! We can't bear this job, this job that makes us weak but gives us three meals a day!"

"It's because we always promise that they dare to bully us like this! So we have to resist, we have to resist them!"

"This time, unless they make up the four months' salary owed to us, come up with decent compensation terms, and promise not to lay off any of us, then we will perish with Master Bogner and his hyenas!"

"perish together--!!!!"

Deafening cheers broke out in the factory.

An Sen, who was standing in the corner, watched this scene calmly and remained silent.

Now there is a problem, that is he finds Viscount Bogner...

gone.

The carnival workers in front of them have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. Their most important hostage has disappeared - the third floor of the factory building, in the office blocked with various debris and construction waste, there is no Borg anymore. The figure of Viscount Na.

There were only two workers lying in a pool of blood left in the room, and a secret door hidden behind a bookcase that was opened led directly to an inconspicuous storage room on the second floor.

On the Steel Sky, Anson met Viscount Bogner. He was an old gentleman who seemed to be in good spirits; but in any case, he didn't look like a strongman who could kill two workers with his bare hands and then run away decisively.

The only explanation is that he was rescued or kidnapped by someone.

Who will it be?

While thinking quickly, Anson cautiously walked up the stairs with cheers; he kept looking for all possible escape directions for the other party in his mind.

It was the Judgment who sent himself to save people, so it couldn't be someone from the church; the guards had just received the news and were still on their way, so they could also be ruled out.

Black Mage?

It's possible, but not very big - with the action shown by Mace Hornard, if Viscount Bogner was so important, he would have done it already.

Who would that be?

Holding the doorknob tightly, Anson gently pushed open the door of the storage room, and a burst of smoke came in his face.

Strictly speaking, this is at most a utility room, otherwise it would not be built in such a remote location in the factory; Anson, who opened the door, turned his head and looked to the right, and at a glance he found the secret door that appeared in his mind. .

The door was not closed, and even remained fully opened. Obviously, no matter who he was, he must have been in a hurry when he entered and left, and he did not even notice the footprints on the ground.

Entering the door is one footprint, going out is two... It proves that Viscount Bogner is not an old gentleman who can hit ten with a pipe and a cane, he was rescued.

Looking at the two completely different footprints on the ground, An Sen suddenly aroused great curiosity, squatted down cautiously, and looked at the patterns of the footprints on the ground.

"Click."

The familiar sound of a revolver hammer sounded behind him.

"Sir, please raise your hand slowly."

A slightly gloomy voice sounded behind Anson: "In order not to be disturbed by the thugs outside, we'd better use a more peaceful means to solve the small troubles between each other."

US?

An Sen was slightly startled, and there was a slight tingling sensation in the heart in his chest—the other party was also a spellcaster~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He shrugged and stood up with his hands up, indicating that he did not intend to be rough.

"very good."

The voice behind sounded satisfied: "So now...I don't know what you're here for, but I'm sorry I'm ahead of you; first come, first served, as is the rule among gentlemen."

Anson didn't answer, he sniffed slightly, and a faint smell of rum came up

"Are you from the Navy?"

This casual question made the voice behind him fall into silence, and the entire storage room was like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

"……once."

After a while, the voice finally spoke again, coldly speaking with suppressed anger: "Now... just a retired military officer, a detective and an avenger who wanders around without a fixed place."

"Not Conan... Maybe you've heard my name."