Siwei Network

"The Garcia family has a subordinate family called the Barritts. They have handled a lot of dirty work for Garcia. Five years ago, the young patriarch of their family coveted me and used the family's influence to investigate my husband and discovered his hidden identity."

Violet's eyes flashed with hatred: "I want him to die without a complete body, to be torn into pieces, and to atone for my husband forever!"

Many people claimed to be willing to help her get revenge in order to annex her power, but Violet did not want them to die in obscurity. She wanted the truth to be known to the public, which was tantamount to going against Garcia.

But Bai Si didn't care about these things. His master told him to satisfy Violet's request, so he answered "Okay" without thinking. His speed was so fast that both of them were surprised.

As Violet looked on with a bit of anxiety, Bai called the waiter waiting at the door and said, "Send Black Lion over."

…

The Barrette family still holds balls today.

Noble status brought privileges. Even though Partington was under martial law, fine wine and delicious food were still delivered to the house, and men and women in gorgeous clothes indulged in wild revelry.

As the most trusted wild dog of the Garcia family, the young patriarch of the Barritt family was undoubtedly the center of the crowd. People rushed to gather around him and threw countless compliments at him.

"I heard that you've been working for Master Aibo recently. That's amazing."

"The association has been very strict recently. Patrol teams have been coming to our store to search, and customers have been scared away. Can you explain it to me?"

"You want me to get people into that newly opened shop to ruin their reputation."

The drunken man chuckled and grabbed a nearby dancer by the waist. The latter leaned coquettishly in his arms. The man whose thoughts were exposed rubbed his hands and said, "I really can't fool your eyes. Look at this...?"

"No need to discuss this. I have to help Master Aibo find those followers of the Black Mist, so I don't have time to bother with them. For the sake of our good relationship, I'm going to warn you: eat as much as you can. The power behind those people is extraordinary, so don't let yourself get killed."

"You are right, you are right."

The man's hands lingered on the dancer, his expression smug: "As long as you follow him, you can get some credit. When I have time, I can recommend a few for you. If there is any benefit, we can all share it."

"Thank you for your help. This is a pair of newly acquired sisters. Please enjoy them slowly."

A pair of beautiful sisters came over in response, and the man's eyes were immediately glued to them, praising each other for being sensible.

After chatting for a few words, the man was eager to take the two away. The people present watched the three people leave the venue with smiles on their faces.

Everyone knows that this young patriarch is a playboy and loves beauties the most. He will get anyone he likes, even if he has to use the most cruel means. There are countless women who died because they could not endure his abuse. If you want to win him over, you must give him someone.

The man led the two people into the house in a state of confusion. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted. The twins subconsciously wanted to scream, but they were also hit in the neck and fainted on the ground.

The slender snake tail hung down from the height and fell to the ground. Bai roughly stuffed the man into the sack, glanced at the other two people, and asked in a cold tone: "Are you going to kill him?"

"It's a dead end for them to stay here. Take them back and make them waiters in the tavern."

A lazy voice answered him, and the profiteer emerged from the shadows, his eyes moving around the room.

This family obviously lives a good life, and the bedroom is luxuriously decorated. On the bookshelf is a photo frame with a photo of the two of them. The male nobleman holds his wife's waist and smiles elegantly at the people outside the photo.

The eyes of unscrupulous businessmen were attracted by it, and they marked a large number of conversion objects for it in their vision, far exceeding the value of the photo itself.

He reached out to take down the photo frame, pulled out the photo, and a familiar mark appeared on the inside of the frame.

The flowing lines symbolizing the black fog have a majestic old tree in the center. The lines representing objects of worship are densely packed, and are clearly the marks of the black fog believers.

I never thought I would see this thing in this place. The Nobles Association's vigorous search recently came to no avail, but he got it without any effort.

The profiteer stroked the photo frame and smiled meaningfully.

"Bai, I'll leave him to you."

The young man bowed, rolled up the three people and disappeared into the room. The Black Lion waiting outside the house assisted them to leave. The profiteer found the secret compartment behind the bookcase and took out several secret letters that had not yet been destroyed.

[The smuggling plan was successful, the transmitter was destroyed, and the Noble Association must be prevented from discovering the abnormality. ]

[Spread out and hide, pay attention to safety, and destroy all letters after reading. 】

【……】

The young chief of the Barite clan obviously had some ulterior motives and pretended to be smart by leaving some evidence, but in the end, all the evidence was taken advantage of by the profiteers. He happily accepted all the evidence and disappeared into the house.

Meanwhile, Commercial Street.

Violet, who was waiting in the store, suddenly heard a knock on the door. She opened the door with caution and saw a crying man standing at the door with a bulging sack at his side.

Her heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and she said coldly, "You have one hour."

After getting the confirmation, Violet could hardly suppress her trembling body. She dragged the sack into the house, closed the doors and windows, and put a waterproof cloth on the ground to prevent the blood from seeping. The series of actions were neat and crisp, and even she was surprised at her own calmness.

The hatred that she had been waiting for so long, planning for so long, and suppressing in her chest could be resolved so easily. It only took one night and one surrender. The murderer would lie in front of her like a dead pig, crying and screaming for her to slaughter.

Violet had a look of both crying and laughing on her face as she slowly untied the rope, revealing the person inside.

She held the knife in one hand and splashed cold water on the man's face with the other. The man woke up with a start, vaguely saw the cold light of the sharp knife, and was immediately frightened out of his wits.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I can give you money and women! I can give you anything you want. I have many women who can serve you!"

"You really disgust me."

The man saw Violet's face and sneered, "It turned out that you, bitch, killed the mouse at the beginning, but didn't do anything to you. I didn't expect you to plot against me. Now I let me go and you still have time to serve me obediently in the future. Otherwise, when the Garcia family comes looking for you, you will be like your husband in the past, unable to live or die."

"Is this how you threatened him?"

Violet swung her knife and threw away a bloody mass. The man opened his eyes wide, and before he could even react, he felt a pain between his legs. Looking at the bloody mass, his eyes suddenly became red with anger.

"I want you to die! I want you to die! I want you to die!!"

"Don't be too anxious, sir."

The moonlight streamed in from the window, shining on Violet Crow's black dress. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was the moonlight that was illuminating or the dress itself that was on fire.

She looked dignified and beautiful, with a fair chin and graceful lines. She seemed like a goddess of revenge walking out of an epic poem, holding a thin, sharp knife dripping with blood, staring at her enemy, with an unquenchable fire burning in her pupils and a charming and soft voice.

"We still have a lot of time."

The next morning, a scream broke the silence of the early morning.

Passersby who passed by the Garcia branch's house stretched out their trembling hands and pointed at the human hanging on the door.

The opponent's clothes were stripped off, revealing the mark of the Black Mist believer on his back. His face was distorted and his limbs were mutilated, as if he had been tortured.

The dripping blood formed words on the ground, writing down the numerous crimes this person had committed throughout his life. The photo frame fell in the pool of blood, and the marks on it were clearly visible.

"Slander! This is blatant slander!"

The Barrette family was panicked. Anyone who dared to get involved with the Black Mist followers at this time was a fool. But the evidence was solid, and the patrol team quickly surrounded the house. When the news reached the ears of the head of the Garcia family, he was so angry that his nose was crooked.

He immediately called the head of the Barritt family and scolded him: "Solve this problem you have created for me, or you will die!"

The latter nodded and bowed, sweating profusely. The head of the Garcia family calmed down a little and looked at his loyal butler.

"Where's Aibo?"

"Master Aibo is tracking the followers of the Black Mist..."

"Chase, chase, chase! Don't I understand him? He just doesn't want to come back to see me! In his eyes, this home doesn't exist at all! Otherwise, with his ability, why couldn't he find a few Black Mist believers for so long?"

The head of the Garcia family was furious and kicked the table fiercely: "I thought Amon could tie him up, useless thing, he died so easily. Tell Ai Bo to get back to me, I am his father!"

…

Because the identity of the young chief of the Barite clan was suddenly exposed, chaos broke out everywhere.

The clothing store was closed today to welcome its new owner. Violet tied her hair up with a black veil and knelt in front of the profiteer. She put on an angry white mask and reported the development of the situation in a calm tone.

The profiteer nodded in approval.

"Assist Ku Mian in investigating the Black Mist followers in Ya'an City. Also, if there is any news about the God's Remains, let me know immediately."

"If you are talking about the remains of gods from the era before the Black Mist, I do know something about them."

"Tell me about it."

"In the last counterattack plan against the Black Mist, Aybo Garcia and others led an elite team deep into the Black Mist, and encountered a powerful enemy. The Speaker of the Council personally went into the Black Mist and fought against the SSS-class monsters, and finally successfully rescued these elite teams. But according to private news, the Speaker of the Council was injured. For a period of time, all well-known intelligence dealers received commissions to find the remains of the gods."

The Speaker of the Parliament needs a divine corpse?

The profiteer thought for a moment and decided to go back and ask Ron. Seeing that he remained silent, Violet continued.

"Besides, if you want to take action against the Black Mist followers, you'd better do it quickly. According to the intelligence I know, Amber Garcia is looking for those people."

Speaking of Abbott, Violet hesitated for a moment, because she was deeply concerned about the Garcia family because of her husband's affairs.

"To be honest, Aibo is a very dangerous man. I talked to Eamon before. The Garcia brothers are well-known for their friendship. But for some reason, he seems to be a little afraid of his brother. Aibo is not as simple as he seems. Although he has been designated as the next head of the family, he doesn't seem to care much about the future development of the Garcia family."

This news attracted the attention of the profiteer. Something flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to catch it.

"First, focus on investigating the whereabouts of the Black Mist followers and quickly find the missing children. Secondly, investigate the remains of the gods. Finally, if you find any problems with Aibo, inform me immediately."

Violet nodded in response and respectfully watched the other party leave.

She reached out and touched the mask on her face. Anger seemed to well up from the bottom of her heart and solidified on her pale face. It was the treacherous merchant who gave her the opportunity for revenge. It turns out that as long as you have strength, everything will be so easy.

At this moment, Violet was completely changed.

A judge named Wrathful Face was born from this body. At this time, she did not know that she would carry out this will in the future and become a judge who speaks for others.

…

Severitch woke up groggily.

He coughed twice, his memory still lingering on the detonation underground. A large number of weapons formed an explosion wave in the closed space, directly blowing him out and smashing him onto the rocks.

The subsequent events are unclear, and the person who came to take care of him was a member of the family. He was a blood member who joined the Brainworm family three years ago. He was cute and considerate.

"You are alive this time thanks to Lord Aibo. If he hadn't brought you out, you would have been in the monster's stomach now."

The girl kept talking to him while feeding him medicine. Severic habitually extended his thought network and connected with the other party. Through the thought network, the brainworm bloodline can feel all the thoughts and feelings of each other, which is more real than any language.

The girl's mind was filled with worry, relief, and gratitude towards Aibo. Sevich was the strongest of this generation of brainworm bloodline people. If something happened to him, it would be a big blow to their family.

Sevich had a splitting headache, and he always felt that he had forgotten something. But the more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Seeing the young man's pale face, the girl quickly helped him lie down.

"Don't even think about it. The bloodline doctors said you were hit on the head because of the huge impact. How could you detonate it in such a narrow space? If it weren't for Lord Aibo's speed, you wouldn't have been able to escape."

Sevich pursed his lips, finally gave up thinking in intense pain, and nodded in agreement with the other party.

"You should have a good rest. The head of the family said that you don't need to worry about it until you fully recover."

The girl curled her eyes, walked out with the empty bowl, and closed the door gently.

Sevich held his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes and slowly cleared his mind.

His wound was still aching, and for some reason there was a missing piece in his brain. His thought network extended in all directions, linking with every brainworm bloodline in the family's residence, receiving information about what had happened during this period of time.

While receiving the message, Sevitch's head suddenly ached and a scene flashed through his mind vaguely.

He gritted his teeth, carved something on his arm with a knife, and then covered it with something.

He knew that stuff; it was a pigment used only to fake skin color, and he would carry it with him for missions, and it had to be removed with a special liquid.

Sevich hesitated for a moment, then stood up, took a bottle of makeup remover, and applied it on his arm according to his memory.

The flesh color quickly melted away, revealing a line of mottled inscriptions.

[Don’t trust the mindnet, don’t connect! ]

The writing is hasty and chaotic, and the pen is raised, which is exactly what he does.

The Brainworm Blood Vein stared at the line of words in a daze and fell into a long silence.