Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 338: A Thief

Vera stopped and raised her head. Her black and white eyes reflected Belmore's figure. "Do you know this man?"

"Miss Vera, this is "

After tearing the paper off and handing it to Belmond, Vera said, "This is some kind of future image that I see. I can occasionally see fragments like this." The power of the Line of Destiny only allows me to see people or things that are related to me, but the timing of the fragment is always blurry. The man will steal the textile machine for an unknown purpose, even I don't know the time. Perhaps in the next few days, perhaps in a few years. "

"I bet this matter will be discovered soon, because this guy is in the city right now." Belmond patted his head and said, "I'm going to find Edward now. I have to get someone to keep an eye on him. No, I'll do it myself."

With that, she ran out with the paper in her hand. Lucy, who was not far away, raised her head and looked at Vera again. In the end, she concentrated on her fraud box.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and it was time for the workers to leave a cotton mill in the east of the city. This was a factory owned by the big merchant Xiao En in the city. With the use of semi-automatic textile machines, the production efficiency of the factory had multiplied several times. Although the time of the workers is the same as before, the output and income are not the same as before. Once trade with Violet Harbor goes smoothly, the plant will be expanded. As for now, it was still on the same scale as before.

After the workers left, the lights in the shed went out, and a night watchman, carrying a wine jug, pulled a chair and sat down behind the open door. A dog lay beside him, his most faithful companion, and would spend the long night with him.

Time slowly passed. The night watchman yawned and put a woolen blanket over his body. Not long after, a series of snoring sounds could be heard from the factory building. At this time, the dog on the ground moved its ears and a sausage rolled in through the gap under the door. The sausage also emitted a warm smell, giving off an attractive fragrance. Dogs drooled and opened their mouths to eat the sausage in three or two mouthfuls.

Dog didn't notice that this sausage was mixed with other smells. Not long after, the dog suddenly spat out white foam, rolled its eyes, and fell to the ground, gradually twitching. The poor dog had already fallen into the embrace of Death, and a thin figure was reflected in its gradually losing focus.

A man easily slipped through the door. First, he looked at the dog on the ground, then at the sleeping night watchman. He flipped out a black dagger in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he let go of the night watchman and walked towards the depths of the factory shed.

A moment later, he stood in front of a textile machine. The man opened his jacket, and inside it hung all sorts of tools.

While he was sleeping, the night watchman rolled over, not noticing the dead dog beneath his feet, nor did he know that there were no more textile machines in the shed. The missing machine had now turned into a pile of parts, piled up on the floor of a window behind the shed. The man gently rolled out of the window. After he landed on the ground, the cat ran into the shadows at the corner of the street with its waist.

Not long after, he pushed a cart over. There were also some rusty parts in the cart. The man mixed in the parts of the textile machine, covered it with a tarpaulin and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded from the corner of the street. The originally dim street lit up and the city guards emerged from the darkness like ghosts, aiming their guns at the man. Matto strode out with the torch and said to the man, "Mr. Ollie, I suspect that you have stolen important industrial secrets from this city. I'm going to arrest you now. I hope you'll cooperate!"

'"Sir, there must be a misunderstanding. Look, these are just scraps to be disposed of. They shouldn't be considered confidential, right?" Ollie's forehead was covered in sweat as he smiled bitterly.

He carefully unsheathed the tarpaulin, fearing that it would cause a misunderstanding and summon an attack. There were indeed some rusty parts in the chariot. Unfortunately, what he had done just now had already fallen into Matto's eyes. Matto said expressionlessly, "Don't you understand if you misunderstand? Tell us about it clearly. Let's go, Mr. Ollie."

With a wave of his hand, a few soldiers stepped forward. Ollie said helplessly, "Alright, I'll go back with you."

Raising his hand, he made a gesture that he would not resist. The two soldiers had just relaxed when their hands touched Ollie's shoulder. An engraving suddenly appeared on Ollie's left cheek. It was a face with its eyes closed. The lines on its face emitted traces of dark purple light. Instantly, the surrounding space dimmed down. The torch's light was like a fluorescent light, unable to illuminate at all. The dense black enveloped the entire arena.

Matuo knew that it was bad, but his line of sight was pitch black and he didn't dare to let the soldiers shoot to avoid accidental injury. By the time the light returned, Ollie had already left the chariot and fled somewhere.

"The city gate is closed. He can't escape. Search, search every corner and find this damn rat!" Matto shouted.

The city guards quickly left. Not long after they left, Ollie crawled out of the shed window. He was quick-witted and hid in the factory without hiding anywhere else. It was indeed Matto's mental blind spot. The captain did not expect the thief to be so bold.

Ollie snorted and pulled the chariot to leave. At this moment, a burst of applause rang out.

"Who is it?" Ollie said in a deep voice.

A man behind him said in a voice, "How wonderful. You tricked Matto. Kira is right. You are indeed a professional thief. You are quite clever."

Ollie turned around and looked up. There was a man standing on the shed. He jumped forward and landed on the ground. This man stood loosely, but Ollie felt that the other party could attack from any angle at any time. His danger alone surpassed everyone in the city defense team just now.

"You know Kira?" Ollie asked casually.

"Alright, don't waste everyone's time." The man shrugged and said, "I'm still rushing back to bed, so you see, just surrender. I think Edward would be happy to know where you're from."

"Really? Unfortunately, you can't catch me." The engravings on Ollie's face reappeared, and the surrounding light dimmed again.

When the light became extremely dim, a dagger flashed in Ollie's hand. He suddenly rushed forward, intending to deal with this man.

Belmond shook his head and laughed, "Obviously, you chose a terrible answer."

Following that, a series of intense intersection sounds sounded out in the darkness. Ollie cried out in alarm, followed by a miserable scream. The light gradually returned to normal, but Ollie had already collapsed to the ground. He was struck by many knives in his hands and feet, and Belmond waved a pitch-black short blade. It was this thing that had just picked off the thief's tendons and legs, rendering him unable to move. Looking at Ollie again, his gaze towards Belmond was filled with fear.

"Darkness is the best companion for killers. Isn't it ridiculous for you to use darkness against me?"

Ollie could no longer laugh.

By the time he was thrown into Edward's office, he was ready to cry. Edward looked at the thief with interest and crouched down, "Tell me, who ordered you?"

Ollie gritted his teeth. Edward sighed and said to Belmond, "I've been wandering on many planets before, and I've seen slave traders of all races at most. You have to admit, these guys know nothing about slaves. Every kind of life has weaknesses, some are afraid of water, some are afraid of fire. And humans, most of them are afraid of pain "

Edward took out a silver knife from under the table, which was usually used to scrape away the wax mark on the envelope. Holding the knife, Edward tore off an extremely thin piece of meat from Ollie's arm. Ollie couldn't help but scream. Edward smiled like a devil and said, "It's not fatal to you, but it hurts. Now, I'll slowly cut off your flesh bit by bit until you're willing to say it."

Then, he waved his second knife.

Ollie's backbone vanished by the time Edward swung his fifth knife, and he shrieked, "I said, I'll tell you everything. It was Sir Mord, yes, it was his idea. He wanted the Crosses loom!"

"Oh, you know your names very well. Then tell me, who gave him the information?"

Ollie confessed everything he knew. He was originally a subordinate of Maud's son, Joey. After Latis told Mo De about the textile machine, Joey called him over and told him to come to Sur City to steal something. Of course, if it was just an Ollie, it would be very difficult to do so, so Sir Mord offered a bounty to the adventurers, allowing a large number of adventurers to pour into Sur City.

As for Ollie, he joined Qila's group. Using their identities to conceal themselves, they also sneaked in.

Looking at the man with tears and snot all over his face, Edward threw the bloody silver knife into the trash can. When Matto heard the news, he looked at the thief on the ground and asked, "My lord, what do you plan to do with him?"

"Of course he was executed. Is there a need to ask? Remember to show his corpse to the public and tell the adventurers that they were tricked by that old fox Maud." Edward said casually.

When Ollie heard this, he immediately cursed. Matto raised the butt of his rifle, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him down.

In the darkness just before dawn, a loud gunshot rang out in Sur City, causing the adventurers who were still in their dreams to break out in cold sweat. When dawn arrived, someone dared to walk down the street. Seeing Ollie's corpse hanging in the square in front of the City Lord's Mansion, his expression immediately turned extremely ugly. As more and more people found out about Ollie, adventurers prepared to leave one after another. However, Sir Mord's high reward still allowed many people to stay.

Among them was Kira and her companions.