Trafford's Trading Club
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chapter-34-2
Bucky shook his head and said, “I don’t know. I just want to keep a memorial. If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
With that, Bucky threw the necklace directly at Song Haoran indifferently. Song Haoran raised his hand and took a few careful glances but couldn’t identify what it was.
He glanced at Bucky again but saw that Bucky was still looking at Roger’s body in a daze. He shook his head and threw the key back, “I don’t need this thing. You may keep it as a memorial.”
Bucky didn’t think much, just took it and stuffed it into the pocket.
At this time, a group of police rescue forces rushed in. Bucky raised both his hands to indicate his surrender as if saying, “Please don’t beat me up and quickly send me back to jail.” This sight dumbfounded Song Haoran.The bodyguard said hurriedly at this moment, “We fought the thugs and killed them. Also, this is Mr. Billy. He was shot. Hurry! Send him to the hospital!”
Mr. Billy! That’s a big shot. The Storm Team naturally panicked and called the medical staff over quickly.
Song Haoran followed behind the two bodyguards and ‘left’ safely under the escort of the Storm Team.
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“It seems that the situation has been put completely under control. Their action is still fast enough.”
From suddenly cutting off the power supply to now, it took less than ten minutes. It was fair to describe it as a race against time.
Brother Doflamingo walked alone on the corridor and cleared the ambushing thugs at the entrance so that the police could attack smoothly. Then he searched for Roger’s trail.He also heard the frantic burst of gunfire and found it suspicious. But when he came to the corridor, only Roger’s corpses and a few thugs’ dead bodies were left.
Brother Doflamingo even found Roger’s corpse to be unreal. Not to mention the terrifying bullet wound on his body, Roger’s ‘shriveled’ appearance at this time made Brother Doflamingo feel frightened.
Brother Doflamingo even thought that he was mistaken if there wasn’t the same outfit and Roger’s conspicuous curl hair. Brother Doflamingo couldn’t spend too much time overthinking it. Time waited for no one, so he squatted down quickly and assessed Roger’s corpse, trying to search for something.
However, not long afterward, Brother Doflamingo frowned. He was surprised and angry, “Where is the activation key for that thing? Who took it away? Damn it…”
Brother Doflamingo took a deep breath. The key might have been lost, or it might have been hidden somewhere by Roger. Maybe, it was still somewhere in this theater.
As for the possibility of being taken away, he deliberately turned off the police’s special communication equipment during the conversation. The only people who knew it were himself, Roger, Moria, and Crocodile.
He killed Moria, and Roger was dead too. Then only Crocodile was left. But he kept the secret communication with the police along the way and learned that Crocodile had been arrested long ago.
Roger seemed to have hidden the key in advance? But where would it be hidden in the theater? Brother Doflamingo took a deep breath and destroyed the evidence of the nuclear bomb that Roger was carrying. Naturally, it is the safest if I’m the only one who knows about it.
At the same time…
“There is someone over there. Who is it!? Come out!”
Two policemen ran over with guns. Brother Doflamingo stood up directly, sorted out his emotions, put down his weapon, raised his hand, and said, “Don’t shoot. Just ask your security minister, who am I?”
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There was another group of officials dealing with the thugs’ corpses. The key now was to search to see if there were any remaining culprits and whether there were other dangers in the theater.
As for the large number of hostages taken in the concert hall, they slowly walked out of the theater entrance at this time, under the guidance of dozens of police officers. They felt as if they were given a new life. Many people even broke into tears.
The hostage-taking incident in the Municipal Theater that had lasted for several hours was about to come to an end.
However, in the quiet corridor, a pretty figure slowly walked up to Roger’s body.
She looked down.
“Master is interested in your soul. Although it isn’t a tradable item, it is also good as a collection.”
With slender fingers reaching out, a black ink-like sphere slowly floated out of Roger’s body and finally fell into the white palm of her hand.
“It’s pretty fresh.”
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“What a fresh one.”
On the roof of the building opposite the theater, Boss Luo held up the black ball of light handed over by the maid in his palm and looked at it enthusiastically as if it was his new toy.
“It’s as quiet as the night.” Luo Qiu whispered, “There are few rainbow-colored soul balls, and the ones that are as dark as night are also rare.”
“Unfortunately, it’s not a tradable item.” The maid said in pity.
For many years of assisting the club, the maid also understood some rules pertaining to the sacrifice. The magnificent soul ball could give club owners a good return—however, the more evil the soul, the lesser the value.
“Maybe it can be turned into a trading item.” Luo Qiu thought for a while, “I think it has room for improvement.”
“Is the master going to help it reincarnate?” You Ye blinked curiously, then nodded and said, “Well, it will grow further in probably ten years. So, let’s leave a mark on its body. “
The maid wasn’t unfamiliar with similar methods—The former club owner often utilized this. As for the current master, it seemed to be the first time such an operation had been attempted.
Time was almost meaningless to her. A dozen years’ worth of time could be a fleeting moment. But now, time had started to flow for her because of the new master.
Perhaps the next ten years will become long.
“Ten years?” Luo Qiu smiled, shook his head, and said, “It doesn’t take that long. Don’t we already have a readily-made one?”
You Ye was taken aback and then thought of something, “Master, do you mean to bring it into Tai Yinzi’s game world?”
Boss Luo smiled slightly and nodded, “Isn’t Tai Yinzi saying that he wants to make a heroic spirit creation plan? If that’s the case, then let’s put ‘devil’ in that world. With the world savior and the devil established, it will be a traditional RPG game.”
With a flick of his finger, the black soul ball disappeared.
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Huh? A new soul is born again?
The anxious Tai Yinzi quickly got up from the grand master’s chair and put down the coconut that he had just drunk. He then took off his sunglasses, took off his beach clothes. With a white light flashing past his body, he had the appearance of an immortal.
Then the surrounding scenery changed. Immortal qis permeated, and then a column of white light fell.
“My name is Tai Yin, but… Hey? Is this guy going to be reborn as a demon?”
Tai Yinzi, who was about to say the opening remarks, was stunned. It was like an expression as if he had eaten a cockroach. Even if he was the master of this world, the one who gave him the order was at another level—his actual master!
“But it doesn’t seem to say what demons to turn into?” Tai Yinzi rubbed his chin.
Among the beams of light, a figure walked out at this time. His eyes were blank at first, but its clarity soon recovered. He then looked at the weird-looking Tai Yinzi vigilantly.
At this time, he realized that he was undressed and even more defenseless. Of course, it wouldn’t undermine his physical capability to deal with such a weak old man.
He should be fighting with the enemy in the theater and even using the last resort. How could he suddenly come to such a weird place? But the feeling of being alive wasn’t wrong.
“Old man, where is this place? Give me clothes and food. I’m hungry!”
“Huh? How dare you be rude to me? Having to transfer so many descendants into this world, you are the one who is the most prideful. Go away, and become a slime! I shall name you Shi·Lime!”
In this world, slimes weren’t pure-blooded demons. But strictly speaking, they were slaves and servants of the demons. Hence, they could be considered in the demon’s faction.
Hmm, that should be fine!
Tai Yinzi waved his hand and swept the surprised man out of his secret realm with a look of disgust. As if nothing had happened, he put on his previous outfit, picked up the coconut, and took a great sip.
“This is life…”