Chapter 242 NO.5: Be bold

The elf man codenamed Merchant must first undergo interrogation before being escorted to prison.

Both Rhode Island, which was the first to arrest him, and the police station, which took him in later, will try to get information from him.

However, Omer was still in a coma at that time and was unable to participate in the on-site interrogation. He could only obtain information from Rhode Island later.

But judging from the information provided by Rhode Island, this man was quite cooperative with the investigation.

The name, age, gender, regional registration, current address, identification, etc. were all given in full, and the answers to the motive of the crime and the organization involved were also very clear.

And all passed polygraph tests.

Kingsley Moore, whose code name is Merchant, is indeed a businessman. He once engaged in reselling and smuggling and was once detained. He is a habitual criminal with a criminal record.

Now he is engaged in the even more lucrative smuggling of monster cards and is active in the gray field.

We have cooperated with many companies, including Yugel Company, which Omo had had trouble with.

These things can say a lot, but these illegal transactions are the focus of the police. With limited interrogation time, Rhode Island is more concerned about where his secret key to extracting monster power comes from - this involves the man named

The organization of 'The Hall of Return to Origin' has been organized.

And then at this point - this guy is useless.

He couldn't tell the number of members of the organization, nor the identities of the members. Even if he ran several mental polygraph tests to confirm the truth, he really didn't know and didn't care.

After all, the organization itself never organizes any team building, and even cooperation requires members to come in private.

Businessmen who once tried to invite them to do business together stopped paying attention to those companions after the invitation failed.

"So, you need a partner?"

The competition between two people in the distance enters the middle stage.

Omer turned around, handed the stopwatch to Miura Bourbon, and walked towards the edge of the training ground under the curious eyes of several other people.

"Of course. Besides, you are a mercenary, right?"

"To be precise, office mercenaries."

"I understand what you mean. We can have some cooperation without going beyond the law."

"How should I put it? I actually don't understand how you talk about cooperation so naturally. It's clear that we were still fighting each other yesterday." Omer turned his head, and the pair of sisters who were getting faster and faster in the distance were reflected in the crowd.

In the red-lit pupils.

Talking to escaped criminals on the phone, I always feel that the tall black horse girl is more suitable for this task.

"But you are also very calm, aren't you?" the other party asked.

"When worrying questions come to my door, I should be excited, but I am not someone who gets excited easily."

"That's enough, mercenary, you just need to understand that I am a businessman." The other party replied.

"Isn't the word businessman not enough to explain it all?"

"Are you sure you're not a gambler?"

"I don't deny that it is quite risky to contact you directly," "You can even contact the business contact I left in the mercenary office. This will be recorded, businessman."

Homais was surprised that the other party gambled so thoroughly.

"That kind of problem is a trivial matter. Are you stalling for time? I hope the police will use this communication to locate my location," the other party said.

"Of course not. I was wondering if businessmen always speak in such a roundabout way."

"It's that simple. I like your high compatibility with monster cards. As long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I can not only recommend you to the Hall of Return..."

"and?"

"And I also have a Mefilas card that might interest you."

"What do you mean by interested?"

"Do I have to make it so clear? The original owner of your Beta Igniter."

"In this case, I need some time to think about it."

"How about before today?" the businessman asked. "In this case, you only have half a day to gather the notes to come to me."

"It doesn't have to be so direct, but let's do it at this time." Omo replied, turning to look at the finish line over there.

At first glance, Sunday Serenity surpassed Manchester City Teahouse by at least two lengths.

A member of the URA Association who has long since retired and is running around everywhere, he is still far better than his younger sister when it comes to serious running.

But that's fine. If the tea house really catches up with Sunday Serenity, it will be quite bad.

He needs "desire" to deepen the opponent's motivation, and only distance can spur him to catch up.

The so-called dreams and ideals are nothing more than the bone-crushing "desire".

Deep hunger and thirst are never talked about, let alone often thought about. It will only be deeply imprinted on your heart, making you use all your strength to satisfy that desire.

No matter you are exhausted or scarred, you are willing to walk on the path of pursuing it.

Those who are profound in this do not even care about the way of pursuit:

"I will give you an answer before 24:00," Omo said calmly.

"Okay," the businessman replied, "I'm looking forward to your answer."

After hanging up the call, Omo raised his hand and slid it on the light screen, calling up the recording file saved by the terminal itself.

He looked at the MP4 file that occupied a small amount of memory. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the crowd in the distance.

Because the results of the race over there were also coming out, several little girls were gathering together to communicate with each other. Since they inevitably talked about the trainer's opinion, they cast their eyes over here.

In addition, colleague Yutaka Nishizaki and monster research assistant Akane Shinjo had also frequently paid attention to his calls before, as if they had noticed something.

Now, his eyes met these people.

He waved his hand and pointed to the light screen aside, indicating that there was something else.

Then he dialed the number of the nearest Metropolitan Police Department, submitted it to verify his identity, and said:

"Excuse me, please transfer me to the Two Worlds Security Bureau."

These days, the cost of calling the police hotline to report a false alarm is too high, because the call will leave traces. Even if the call is made through a public phone box that has not yet been abandoned, it is not difficult to find out your identity from the surveillance.

And if you make a call with a real-name terminal number in an upright manner——

——The moment you make a call, your resume has been searched by the police station’s AI, and even the cases you have been involved in will be displayed.

Based on this basis, his request was not out of the ordinary and was easily allowed to be processed. Then after the brief AI mechanical sound prompt, a human voice was heard:

"Hello, is this Mr. Linton?"

Omo once longed for a job in the Jiemen District Liangjie Security Bureau.

But this is the first time for me to communicate with the other party’s liaison officer in this way.

And it was the first time he had to say such words... Omo cleared his throat with a complicated heart and replied:

"Yes, regarding the Guiyuanzhidang case, I think I can provide some help."

"The Hall of Return to Origin...? Please wait a moment." The liaison officer's voice was filled with undisguised surprise, and the subsequent pause was probably a search on the file.

"Okay." Omo responded softly and looked again at the group chatting not far away.

There's someone missing there.

The footsteps of the young man were very clear, and he made a small circle to get closer to me, but he turned his head and raised his hands as if to drive him away.

The latter immediately put on a regretful expression.

She was a monster research assistant who had not yet been registered in the office. She seemed to like to join in the fun.

This excitement does not refer to the training topic of the horse girls over there, but the kind that Omer reminded her to watch on TV yesterday.

But the current process is not that kind of thing, but more troublesome...

"Mr. Linton, I have to report this matter to the Enforcement Department and let them talk to you."

"No problem, please help me transfer."

"OK."

Or it might be even more boring...

"Hello, Mr. Linton, I am the deputy section chief of the Enforcement Section of the Security Bureau."

"Hello, deputy section chief."

"The report I received said that you can help with the Guiyuanzhidang case?"

"Yes, I think you probably think I want to provide some information."

But if you do it well, it might be interesting...

“I think all other ideas are too bold,” said the deputy section chief.

"But I do want to say that I may have the opportunity to join such an organization."
Chapter completed!