Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 56: Professional!
As agreed, after dismissing the dispensable corpse mover, Vice President Moore returned to his office happily.
The other party locked the door and took out a huge purse from the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk.
"1, 2, 3..."
Counting his savings is what Moore does before leaving get off work every day.
Especially with the extra income.
There were piles of gold crowns on the desk.
Ten in a stack.
Ten stacks in total.
"With the 10 gold crowns from my subordinates just now, we now have 100 gold crowns, which means we are one fifth of the way to our goal."
Moore calculated silently.
He won't be the vice-president forever.
What he wants is the official position of dean.
And this is not an easy thing.
Not only does it require someone at the Royal College of Physicians, it also costs a lot of money.
Fortunately, he has the former and will soon have the latter.
Of course, to do this, he had to do some things that went against his original intentions.
At the beginning, it was still very uncomfortable.
Now?
Numb?
No!
It’s regret!
Regret why he didn't do it earlier!
If he had done this earlier, he would have become the dean and had his own big house, carriage, maid and butler.
Is it still necessary to live in the hospital dormitory like now?
Maybe we can even hold a decent surgical exhibition.
"really!"
“I was so naive before!”
“How stupid!”
Murr muttered to himself and began to put the gold crowns back into the bag.
At this time——
Boom, boom, boom!
"who?"
The sudden knock on the door startled the vice president.
He quickly packed up the gold crowns that had not yet been put into the bags, and then stared at the door.
"It's me, Dean Muir."
A low voice was heard.
Hearing this familiar voice, Mur breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a client he had just met.
A very generous and non-nosy client.
The previous cooperation was very pleasant.
Moreover, the other party also said that he would have something to ask of him later.
So, at this time, Moore was quite happy to open the door.
If the other party comes, it means he will have more money!
It means that he is getting closer and closer to the position of dean!
The smile on his lips did not fade even when the opponent's dagger pierced his chest.
Moore subconsciously lowered his head and opened his mouth to shout, but Tucker covered his mouth with his hand.
Then, he stabbed him three more times.
Blood splattered all over Tucker's body.
But the attacker didn't care at all. He dragged Mur's body into the office and began to search quickly. Their boss had investigated and found that Mur was a very greedy person, but he had no house of his own and lived in a hospital dormitory. Therefore, the bribes he received must be in the office.
His purpose in coming here, besides killing Mur to silence him, was to find the money.
The drawer under the desk is so easy to find.
Soon, Tucker found the purse.
However, just as Tucker was about to take the purse, a voice sounded in his ears——
"Don't touch my money!"
Then, Tucker felt a pain in his throat and his vision went dark.
Goethe pulled out the dagger that had stabbed into the opponent's neck, and hit him twice in the chest before letting him fall to the ground.
Then Goethe picked up the purse.
Crash!
Amid the sound of gold crowns shaking and colliding , the wealth column of the main task in front of Goethe changed: 1/100.
"At least 100 gold crowns is 1 point of wealth?"
Goethe frowned slightly after checking the gold crowns in his purse.
In other words, 100 wealth points require 10,000 gold crowns?
The value of the gold crowns in the 'secret realm' in front of him was similar to the gold grams in the previous 'anchor world'. Goethe knew how difficult it was to collect 10,000 gold grams, and it was even more difficult to collect 10,000 gold crowns.
because……
identity!
What good is a corpse mover from the country who has attended grammar school, is literate, and knows simple math?
I have neither connections nor money.
As for the 100 gold crowns in my hand?
It may seem like a lot, but it is almost impossible to increase it a hundred times in a short period of time through conventional channels.
What's more, his main mission requires not only wealth, but also fame!
Compared with wealth, one can imagine how difficult it is to gain fame!
And that...
The extraordinary power hidden from ordinary people's sight!
This is the most difficult part!
It is filled with too many unknown variables!
However, even so, it is easier than starting in the 'Anchor World'.
The 'Gothic' opening is almost nightmare-like in difficulty.
And now?
As his strength changes, the difficulty of the current start is at most below average.
After all, it's just an identity.
Goethe had too many similar experiences.
Moreover, it is available right in front of us.
How could a group of kidnappers not prepare new identities?
He can just borrow it for use!
…
Inside 21 Chuck Street, Zhuo Ta was patiently waiting for his men to return.
He considered himself to be an extremely patient hunter.
But I don’t know why, I always feel scared today.
"Is it because I plan to retire after finishing this business?"
Zhuo Ta frowned slightly.
Kidnapping Andinan was his last business.
Afterwards, he would tear up the ticket.
then……
He killed his three men, fled with the ransom, and lived his retirement life.
It’s not that I don’t trust my three subordinates.
It's better for one person to take the ransom than to share it with four people, right?
"The new guy is the simplest - Tucker doesn't like him very much. As long as there is a little conflict, that guy will definitely be killed by Tucker. Xier is a sentimental guy and will definitely be dissatisfied with Tucker. I will use the ransom to stir up a conflict between Xier and Tucker, let the two kill each other, and finally, I can reap the benefits!"
Zhuo Ta thought about his plan.
Simple but effective.
He hated plans that were overly complicated.
Because there are too many uncertainties.
On the contrary, this kind of simple one has a lot of room for operation.
Of course, more exploration and information collection beforehand is necessary.
This is a good habit!
There are no disadvantages except that it will lengthen the cycle of each task.
Especially in terms of safety, that is what Zhuota likes.
Otherwise, how could the four of them possibly kill the 'Sword Bearer' without getting hurt?
Zhuo Ta couldn't help but smile when he thought of the four fools who thought he was a friend.
Very proud!
"pity……"
"This is the last time."
"There will be no more Zhuo Ta."
"I should spend the rest of my life in a new identity on the warm southern coast, right?"
Zhuo Ta first sighed with a sense of loss, but then he looked forward to a new identity and a new life.
Involuntarily, Zhuo Ta leaned his body completely against the sofa. His fantasy of future life made him completely relax his vigilance, so that the other party did not even notice that a pair of hands were reaching out from the shadows behind him.
Next moment!
Both hands landed on Zhuo Ta's head at the same time and twisted it.
Click!
With the crisp sound of breaking bones, Zhuo Ta's head drooped down limply.
Looking at Zhuota who had died, Goethe walked out slowly from behind the curtains, patted her chest twice more, and then returned to the second floor via the stairs.
Just now Goethe entered through the second-floor window of 21 Chalk Street.
Easier to get into than expected.
And Zhuota’s vigilance?
Facing Goethe, whose physical fitness is almost three times that of an ordinary person, it is completely useless.
In fact, it is not only a gap in physical fitness, but also a gap in skills.
Some of the arrangements of Zhuo Tower seem very good to ordinary people.
But in Goethe's view, that was amateurism.
Even, simple.
Dealing with it is naturally easy.
After a thorough search of the upstairs rooms, Goethe soon found what he was looking for in the inner room: proof of identity!
The identification documents and a revolver were placed in a wicker suitcase.
After checking the ammunition, Goethe inserted the revolver into his waistband and began to check the identification documents.
"Poirot Marple, the son of an impoverished noble, whose parents died early, had military experience, and had published articles in many newspapers and magazines. Is he a travel writer?"
Goethe looked at it and couldn't help but sigh at the completeness of this identity certificate. Then, he raised the corner of his mouth and said softly -
"Next, it's the turn of ..."
"Mr. Poirot Marple has appeared."
