Hall screamed as he watched several strong men walk into the factory one after another.

His hands were now tied and hung up, and the pain in his calves made it impossible for him to concentrate. He could only tilt his head and look at his wife and children who were also hung not far away from him.

At this time...

The short white man who had come to his door with a friendly face and invited him to give a speech in Côte d'Ivoire took out something that looked like a Walkman, pressed a button, and put it next to him.

There was no sound coming out of the Walkman. Hall was startled and realized that the other party was recording.

What kind of person would cause trouble for him?

Such a group of people, making up all kinds of excuses and spending more than half a month to lure him here?

…

"Ahem...Mr. Hall, can I ask you a few questions?"

The leading white burly man finally came in, holding a bundle of newspapers in his hand. He still had that gentle smile on his face, but Hall no longer cared about his smile at this time.

On the contrary, seeing his smile made Hall tremble slightly. This person kept this calm smile from beginning to end, which made him feel creepy!

"Don't hurt my family, I'll give you money!"

"Ha ha……"

The sturdy white man saw that Hall was instantly scared, laughed twice, slowly walked to Hall's side, tucked the newspaper under his armpit, reached out to search Hall's body, and took out the envelope containing the check for one hundred thousand US dollars.

After opening and checking the check in the envelope, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief. The check was real, but it was not for Hall, but a reward for them.

He is Allen's bodyguard. Because of his good performance, when Allen went to Italy last time, he was in the theater and helped Allen cover the windows of the private room with a blanket.

This time I followed Old Carl to America, firstly to have a vacation and have some fun there, and secondly to help Old Carl train his "employees".

After these employees have completed their training, the training results must be tested.

How to check?

Actual combat!

Let’s start with the most conspicuous Hall.

…

Every step they took was strictly based on the words and actions they had trained in advance.

After each contact with Hall, we would go back and make a summary, discuss the target's psychological state, and then take notes so that we could refer to and learn from each other.

Now that we have finally targeted Cote d’Ivoire, the mission is half done!

Even the crime scene was carefully selected by the strong white man.

Côte d'Ivoire used to be a French colony, which made it easier for them to frame others, and the current Aboiso Province is close to the border with Ghana.

Where is Ghana?

This is a Commonwealth country, a former British colony, and they are now only more than half an hour's drive from the border!

It makes it convenient for them to retreat after finishing their work.

And this one hundred thousand U.S. dollars was what Allen gave them before they left. It was the reward for their work!

But now she has been used as bait by the strong white men. They will cheat as many as they can. No one can withstand the temptation of one hundred thousand US dollars, right?

…

"I don't want your money, just answer my questions honestly first."

"You ask! You ask!"

Hall's voice was hoarse from shouting. The bone in his calf must have been broken by the kick. This kind of pain is so deep that you can't even feel it with your hands...

"cough……"

The strong white man picked up the newspapers under his armpit and started reading from the first one.

"On December 27, 1987, the headline of the news on the lower side of the newspaper was... Was it you who wrote it?"

…

Looking at the newspaper the white man took out, Hall's pupils shrank and he said timidly, "Yes..."

"very good!"

The sturdy man put down the newspaper, took out another one and said, "December 30, 1987...Did you write this?"

"yes!"

“Did you write this…?”

"yes!"

"Did you find someone to help you write this?"

"yes……"

Every time a newspaper was taken out, Hall took a look and answered yes.

A total of nine newspapers, all related to him or written directly by him, contained articles accusing the Count.

Hall had realized why this group of people came.

…

"Very good! I thought you would deny it, but I didn't expect you to cooperate so well!"

The sturdy man put down the last newspaper. Now that all the numbers matched, it proved that he had caught the right person.

This is the unique rigor of the British. Even though he had wasted more than half a month on this, he still confirmed it personally in the end!

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

The sturdy man didn't expect that this interrogation would go so smoothly. The other party admitted everything before he even started. This made him a little curious.

"???"

Hall moved his dry lips, a little confused about what was a private issue. Could it be that the previous issues were public issues?

"Ask! Ask! I want to drink some water. I feel so uncomfortable. Can you put me down?"

…

"I'm more curious, what makes you so bold that you dare to publicly accuse a count? Aren't you afraid? Who gave you the courage? Your Martin Luther King?"

The strong man was really curious.

Due to the difference in their growing environment, he really couldn't imagine why this black man was so persistent in publicly accusing an earl in a newspaper, especially in a very influential newspaper.

For the strong man who grew up in England, this kind of courage is a little hard to understand.

Not to provoke nobles is something even a three-year-old child knows.

You can feel that they have no power now, or you can feel that they are very low-key now.

But you can't just attack him so blatantly.

Even if there are no aristocrats in America, don't they understand that rich people are not someone that ordinary people can mess with?

Is it because he is an editor-in-chief and lives in a wealthy neighborhood? Does he feel like he is upper class?

…

"I..." Hall was stunned by this question.

This is a misconception. America is big, but it is also small. It is so big that many people have never left a city in their entire lives and live in slums all day long.

It is small enough that as long as you are rich and famous, you can get to know elite neighbors from all walks of life in one community.

He didn't think his little "protest" in the newspaper meant anything to a nobleman. It was just a few words about him...

No public insults.

Can't I just say a few words?

Since you are making a movie, why don’t you let people review it?

…

Looking at the silent Hall, the strong white man did not urge him but waved his hand.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were three dull thuds, followed by the wolf-like howling of a woman.

Hall came back to his senses in a daze and looked at the opposite side not far away...

The little son who was just full of life was beaten to death in the blink of an eye.

Hall's mind went blank and he stared at the hanging, motionless body for a full minute.

With a sudden start, Hall roared and twisted.

"I'm going to fight you! I'll tell you everything you ask me! Why? Why are you hurting my family?"

…

"Oh? I thought you were asleep. I just asked you, but you didn't say anything. Let me help you wake up."

There was no fluctuation on the white man's face, he still maintained his peaceful smile and looked at Hall.

"???"

Hall was going crazy. Just because he was in a daze, his youngest son was gone?

These people are so cruel!

It's so lawless!

…

"I say! I say!"

"Haha... that question is invalid. I don't want to hear it anymore."

The sturdy man didn't give Hall any chance and waved his hand gently again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of the iron rod wrapped in cloth hitting the body was a bit dull. When the first sound came, Hall's wife screamed a bit loudly.

But after a few muffled sounds, the annoying screams had disappeared. In the entire factory, apart from Hall's wailing, the only sound left was the crying of a little child.

…

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Please, I'll tell you whatever you ask! Let my child go!"

"Haha, that's right."

The sturdy man signaled his men to put Hall down.

With a dull "thump", Hall fell to the ground like a dead pig. His legs were hit so hard that he began to scream in pain again.

The strong white man just squatted on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Hall who was holding his legs and screaming.

"Are you done? Mr. Hall, my patience is limited."

…

Hearing this, Hall raised his head with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot, and slowly crawled to the strong man with one leg, shouting, "Ask, ask!"

"Haha, Your Excellency asked me to ask you, when you posted the article, did you ever think about where you are today? Do you regret it now?"

Hall was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with hatred.

He didn't care now who he had accused. In his mind, this was oppression and persecution from the nobles!

He didn't think he had done anything wrong, and he never felt that he had done anything wrong.

As one of the editors-in-chief of a major newspaper, Allen was just a symbol in his eyes. He just commented on this symbol and made some minor criticisms.

He was just fulfilling his duties as an editor-in-chief and speaking up for his own people.

The sturdy man slowly raised his hand, looked at Hall's hateful eyes, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and snorted with some disdain.

…

"Regret! Regret!"

Seeing the sturdy man's actions, Hall became scared again. He understood the principle that one has to bow his head under the eaves. As long as he could get out alive today, he would never let these people off. He had seen their documents and remembered their names. He wanted to catch them all one by one!

"Don't test my patience..."

As the sturdy man spoke, his hand dropped.

"No! No!"

Hall looked at the man with the stick in the distance, then walked toward his son, yelling and crawling toward the strong man, trying to beg for mercy...

But the other party's movements were too fast and not at all artificial. A scream was heard, followed by a muffled sound, and the entire factory fell silent.

Hall stared blankly at the three hanging, motionless figures; he was completely stunned.

An hour ago, the family got off the plane happily and were still thinking about where to go for fun.

now……

It's all over!

Hall slowly turned his head and looked at the burly man, his mouth opening and closing. He wanted to curse, he wanted to roar, but...

Seeing the sturdy man still smiling, all his emotions and words were stuck in Hall's throat and couldn't come out.

…

"Are you desperate?"

The sturdy man asked with a smile.

Hall nodded numbly.

The sturdy man frowned slightly. It would not work if he just nodded without saying anything, because the recorder only records sound and not video.

"Speak! Are you desperate?!"

"despair!"

"snort!"

The sturdy man snorted coldly, took the thing handed to him by his men, and threw it on the ground in front of Hall.

Hall stared blankly at the thing that was thrown at him.

This is two servings...

I personally identified the name above, and it looked very familiar...

Those were the names of his two sons and himself, and the results below were so glaring.

"???"

That line of text had no biological connection at all, and it made Hall's heart beat slower.

The son is not yours?

…

"You didn't expect that? The son you adopted is not your biological son."

The sturdy man still used that gentle tone, which further stimulated Hall.

Hall's current condition is very strange, his mouth is open and his head is shaking. He pretends not to hear what is said. He is dumbfounded!

…

"Get to work! When you're done, retreat!"

The sturdy man nodded with satisfaction at the effect and directed his men to continue working.

Following the last muffled groan, the entire factory fell completely silent.

The short white man came up to Hall, picked up the appraisal book on the ground, and looked at it curiously.

"Boss? There is such a thing? I don't think it's recorded in the file."

"This is a fake report I made up. You must make him despair and suffer. You cannot do less than one of them!"

The burly man snatched the fake paternity test, folded it in half and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"???"

The little man swallowed and looked at Hall who had died on the ground. He felt really sorry for him. Before he died, he was deceived that his son was not his own. Tsk tsk tsk…

"Hurry up and get to work! Clean this place up. The first group will stay and clean it up. The other two groups will clean up separately and each go to Ghana according to the planned route. We will meet in Wilmington!"

The sturdy white man stood up and asked someone to take a picture with a camera, and then he picked up the Walkman on the ground.

Recording audio, taking photos, these need to be reported back when I get back!

…

Amid the gentle atmosphere of string music, Alan leaned back in a recliner, while a maid beside him was helping him scrape his ears with a long bird feather.

This is a very popular ear cleaning method in the island country. The whole process is very complicated, but the process is very comfortable.

Everything is fine except that I can't do it very often.

Hearing a noise outside the door from afar, Alan raised his hand slightly to ask the maid to stop.

Sitting up straight, as the sound got closer, Alan's ears moved slightly. The voice seemed familiar. Eh...isn't this Angus' voice?

"bump!"

Angus didn't even knock on the door, but pushed it open angrily. Angus, who was originally full of anger, happened to meet the eyes of Alan, who had just sat down with an expressionless face.

"Uh...Alan, when did you come back?"

Angus's momentum suddenly dropped, and he asked in a low voice.

Hut, who was following behind him, walked into the study and was a little amused at the scene in front of him.

Angus was a duke after all, and it was difficult for him to stop him from breaking in. He glanced at Alan, who motioned for him to close the door and leave.

Hu Te nodded, closed the door and went out.

"I came back not long after Christmas. What's wrong?"

"I……"

Angus originally wanted to complain a few words about how Allen had cheated him, and then slip away alone. But now looking at Allen's calm expression, he suddenly didn't know how to start.

"Sit down first! Go and pour tea for the Duke."

The maid bent down and carefully walked around Angus to get the tea set.