Ericon Bevan stepped forward and raised his tone by half an octave: "Really?"

Ford didn't turn his head: "Although I don't know what you look like, you can tell by your voices."

"That's it..." Ericon said in despair, "Mr. Coachman, how do you think we can make a big sale?"

"Who knows? It depends on luck."

"If you had that, you wouldn't have to work so hard." Ericon pouted and said, "We want to conquer the world."

Jaz Dutton turned his head away in embarrassment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ford said softly: "There seems to be a temperature difference between the two of you. By the way, how are the preliminaries for the cross talk competition going?"

When Jazz heard this, he raised his head, turned to Ford and smiled: "Advanced to the third round!"

"It's amazing."

"Well, Jazz. What will happen if I say we want to disband?" Ericon said calmly without looking at Jazz's face.

Jaz lowered his head and said: "I think this is something that can't be helped. I don't understand what is funny, and I don't feel like saying it. From the bottom of my heart, you are the only one who finds it funny. Senior also said that you

You are talented and will sell well one day. So if I really hold you back, you should still get out of here."

Ericon turned to look at Jaz's side face and said: "No, it's not about whether you should pull away or not. The most fatal thing is that you don't feel unwilling to hear such words from your senior."

Jaz shouted angrily at Ericon: "I can't help it! I just don't feel unwilling! Then can you control your feelings? If you can control your feelings, there will be no unrequited love in the world.

Come on!"

Ericon bumped Jaz's shoulder with his elbow and said, "You feel so funny. You should say this in public more often."

"Even if you think this is funny, I don't know what to do!"

Ericon said firmly: "It feels like being forced to give up on yourself!"

"If I were told bluntly, it would definitely be like that!"

"Master, when this guy was at the magic academy, he fought with a girl and even ended up in a tie!"

"It doesn't matter, what does this have to do with now!"

Ford rarely squinted his eyes in the front seat and smiled contentedly.

"This is the area I least want to be touched by!"

"My academic performance is poor! I'm also weak at fighting! I can't even do funny things! So what can you do!"

"Study problems have nothing to do with this, right? I'm in the same school as you! We're not much different, right?" Jazz retorted, and the communicator on his chest rang, so he took it and Ericon also closed it.

Mouth.

"Ah, it turns out it's the agent calling."

"We're almost at the recording studio."

"Yes, the carriage."

"What? Well, next to me."

"Yes, yes. What? Me?"

"Yes, I have no problem tomorrow, yes..."

"Really? Yes, yes! I died..."

Ericon looked at Jaz with a scrutinizing gaze and said slowly: "What did you say?"

"We have agreed to be a permanent guest."

"You're lying! What show is it on?"

"A program similar to a food scene at noon."

"It's absolutely okay! That's great -"

"—I'm the only one."

"Why?"

No one got out of the car with their heads up. The feeling of disappointment filled their internal organs. Under Ford's watch, they walked dejectedly in the direction of the recording studio. With almost no connection, another person took advantage of the car door to open.

When it was time to close, I got on the carriage.

"Where are you going..." Ford just turned his head and found that what was facing him was a shiny blunderbuss, and he was stunned on the spot.

The owner of this gun was the wanted criminal in the photo the brothers showed him earlier, Gui Gui. At this time, the communicator on his chest was buzzing again. He had no time to look at such a thing.

He didn't even dare to express his anger.

"This new thing is so good. You can convey what you want to say to the other party anytime, anywhere." In Ford's eyes, the gutter looks like a huge monkey, but this monkey is holding a handful of cold light.

of firecrackers.

"Mr. Ford, you seem to have picked up that girl in the Lily Street area." Guangou took back his gun, lay down on the sofa of the carriage, and said with a stern face.

Ford did not look back: "It seems so. I gave Weber the contents of the recording technique."

"Ah, I have all the data here." Gutter said.

"Isn't that related to you?"

Guangou propped his elbows on the sofa, lowered his head and said, "I have something to ask of you. In short, it's to keep it sealed. There is one more thing, I hope you can help me."

"The brother who sealed the deal has already done it. He said that if I go to the Security Department, wanted criminals with guns will come and shoot me. Now there are indeed wanted criminals with guns and guns coming to kill me." Ford

He said something joking in an uninteresting tone.

"Not only the people from the Security Department, but you can't tell anyone. Just say that the content of this technique is lost."

"Anyone is anyone."

"No matter who it is."

"Then what do you want me to help you with?"

"If anyone else wants to get the data from the technique in the future, I hope you can tell me."

"What if I don't want to?" Ford waved his riding crop and turned the handle over.

"Kill you." Gutter said slowly.

Ford turned the carriage around a bend, and then turned the handle of the riding whip. A small protrusion appeared on the side of the handle. He immediately pressed the button, and a small vertical protrusion immediately protruded from the top of the carriage.

The four words "Dangerous Situation" quickly appeared on the card.

"Why are you trying so hard to find that girl?"

"You don't need to know anything."

"I don't know anything, so I can't help you. And if I don't have any information, I don't know who I can't say anything to."

"I understand." Guangou sighed and said in a deep voice, "First of all, my boss is looking for female students living on Lily Street."

"Why?"

"Because she is the daughter of the boss's classmate."

"Where is the Secretary of Security?"

"The Secretary for Security is ostensibly suspicious of me."

Ford yawned slowly and secretly wiped the sweat from his riding crop: "If you have any doubts, you and the Security Secretary are already close friends."

"Don't say it so harshly, it's just that brother James."

"Isn't that the same as brother James?"

"Because his brother is a fool." Gutter said matter-of-factly.

"Then you actually have nothing to do with this case, right?"

"Yes, I can swear to the God of Didamo that I have nothing to do with this." Guigou said with his arms crossed, "To tell the truth, I was framed."

"Then why is the data in the recording technique in your hand?"

"Your questioning is very similar to the torture of the Secretary of Security, Ford." Gutter leaned forward and pointed at Ford.

“Because we can’t help without establishing a trusting relationship.”

"To be honest, I think you are related to the disappearance case on Lily Street. There is also news that you were talking to someone in the room. So in the beginning, it was just to blackmail you, so I took the data in the technique and prepared to sell it to you.

you."

"Then my suspicion is cleared."

"No, I think it might be you." Guangou spread his hands and his gun was resting in his arms, "But the search application was withdrawn."

"Being withdrawn means that her family has accepted it, right?"

"It seems that I received a contact saying that she ran away from home because of her father's relationship with the boss, so I withdrew the search application. She probably didn't accept it."

"Do you have any clues about who might be involved in this?" Ford whipped the horsewhip again and let the carriage drive aimlessly through the Vatican.

"There is only one person who can come up with such a stupid idea. He is a man named Carter Herbert. He is equivalent to my junior."
To be continued...