Demacia in American comics

Polly was thinking about how to hand over this information to the bald bandit quietly, while Charles had already started investigating Migu, also known as Mickey.

Now that he has decided to go through this muddy water, his goal is to minimize the potential threats to the two of them as much as possible.

Different from what Polly imagined, Charles's investigation method was very interesting. He sat in a small room, sipping tea leisurely, then picked up his mobile phone and sent a few messages, and then sometimes closed his eyes to relax and sometimes listened to music.

He looks like a young man just out to relax and unwind.

Then, not long after, his cell phone rang, and he turned on the special projection device in the room and directly played the information on the phone.

The information inside is exactly about all the information about Hammer Industries, including personnel structure, interpersonal relationships, financial status, etc., all available.

Polly looked at Charles dumbfounded, but Charles shrugged naturally:

"Don't be surprised, Polly. You have to know that this information is not difficult for many people, and I happen to be one of them."

Then he continued:

"But surprisingly, the person named Mi Gu you mentioned was not found in these materials. Maybe his level is too low, or maybe he has not entered the circle of Hammer Industries at all."

Polly nodded in agreement. It would be impossible for a person with a criminal record to appear in public under normal circumstances.

Charles paused and added:

"Don't worry, Polly. Many things are not as difficult as you think. As long as there are enough benefits, maybe soon, we will have news about Mi Gu."

Looking at Charles' mysterious look, Polly could only keep her expression calm, but it was a lie not to be envious and jealous in her heart. Mud, it's really easy to do things if you have money.

Although the two of them had not been together for a short time and did not understand each other's personalities or work styles, Polly already roughly knew Charles's first characteristic: rich people are willful and really irritating.

So in order not to see this ugly face again, he called James Li, intending to ask him about the news there, and at the same time, he also had to inform him about the news about Figuet.

However, what is strange is that no one answered James's phone call.

According to Polly's understanding of this slutty man, unless he is doing some favorite sports, he will answer your call at any other time, even when taking a shower and taking a poop. Moreover, several people have recently decided to form a team. It's impossible not to answer the phone at this time.

When he dialed for the third time, the phone was picked up. There was a noisy sound from the other side, like the sound of work in a factory workshop, and then a slightly high-pitched voice appeared:

"Hey, who are you and why do you keep calling me?"

There was still a strong suburban accent in his voice. Polly frowned and had a bad premonition. He said quickly:

"Excuse me, is this James Li? Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was even stranger than him:

"Who are you? What kind of James psychosis?"

Then he hung up the phone. In the whole process, there was no key point for Polly to hear, but he got the news that something might have happened to James Li.

Charles on the side heard it very clearly and looked at him with questioning eyes.

Polly looked a little unhappy and said:

"I originally planned to let my friend come and get to know him, but I'm afraid that won't work now. He seems to have had an accident, and his phone seems to have been thrown away."

Then he said:

"Charles, I think you have a tracking system here, so you can take it out. I think if you can track the location of this mobile phone, you should be able to narrow down the scope of the tracing."

Polly's head was clear and he did not panic because of his friend's accident.

Charles smiled:

"It seems that the two of us have a tacit understanding. This is a very good start."

As he spoke, he pressed a hidden button and saw a screen interface appear. Then he entered the number Polly told him and began to wait patiently.

After entering James Li's mobile phone number on the screen interface, the interface changed from the input interface to a map. Then, Polly dialed the number again.

The current owner of the number seemed to be busy at work and felt very angry. He answered the phone and said the first sentence:

"Don't fight anymore"

Then when they hung up the phone, both of them heard:

"Made, taking advantage of others really kills people."

Then, I saw the signal disappear on the map, probably because the card was removed.

But with this information, Polly knew what he was doing, and he invited Charles:

"Then my partner, we have to take action. Is this our first official collaboration?"

Of course Charles understood what he meant, and while picking up his coat and mobile phone, he replied:

“Hopefully we’re going well.”

The two of them prepared to set off with a tacit understanding. Before leaving, Polly suddenly said:

"Charles, you should have a sword at home."

Charles was a little confused by this question, and he nodded:

"Although I don't use them often, it doesn't stop me from collecting them, and there are quite a lot of them."

Polly rubbed his chin and said:

"As partners, we need to cooperate. You are the gunner for long-range attacks, and I am the swordsman for close-range attacks. Therefore, I need a sword."

He added:

"A great sword."

Charles just shrugged at Polly's simple request and took him back to the weapons collection room in the manor. This time, Polly could also see the collection.

Armors of various colors, weapons of various shapes, you can name it.

It's just that Polly jumped over and over, but he didn't feel very satisfied. First of all, he wanted a big sword, but Charles's body was relatively slender and he couldn't use too exaggerated weapons, so the big swords he had here were all Some are not too satisfied.

In the end, Polly could only choose a sword as wide as half a door. In fact, with this specification, it can no longer be called a sword. It is more appropriate to call it a sword.

The height of this sword is as high as an ordinary door, and the width is as wide as half a door. In fact, these have met his requirements, except for the weight. He will require fewer and fewer weapons.

So now he can only make do with it.

When the two set off, Charles drove the car and Polly was in the passenger seat. In the back seat, there was a long and wide sword, but it was now wrapped in cloth. In terms of shape, it looked a bit like a shark. muscle.

Of course, we can only compare them in terms of styling.

Although Charles was curious about Polly's choice, he didn't ask. After all, everyone's enthusiasm for weapons is different.

Not long after, the two arrived at the location on the map, which was a factory with a dirty and messy environment.

You can feel what the environment will be like in this factory outside the door, so Charles has no intention of going in. And his method once again refreshed his understanding of wealthy people.

He parked the car at the gate of the factory, and parked sideways. Polly didn't know what Charles wanted to do, so he watched quietly.

The door is blocked, of course someone will take care of it.

Soon, someone came to check the situation. When the visitor saw the car's logo and license plate, he didn't even have the courage to come up and talk. Then when someone came again, it was obvious that this person should be the factory director or someone else. He is a leader-level figure.

You can tell by his oily face and big belly.

At this time, Charles put on white gloves and looked like a driver, but I'm afraid it would be hard to find another driver with such an elegant temperament.

He said to the visitor:

"Are you the leader here? I'm sorry. Our young master intends to acquire this place. I would like to ask someone who can make the decision to discuss it."

Then he ignored people.

Polly, on the other hand, looked calm. He basically knew what Charles wanted to do, and he adjusted his state to cooperate.