Tiandu, HighestLaws, the highest headquarters of the Empire.

It has an administrative office with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, huge facilities deep inside the floating island, selected the most elite members of HL, the strongest combatants, and military capabilities, a world that civilians will never reach.

In November 2100, fifty-five hours after the gunsmith disappeared.

In a wide conference room, Joseph Nolan sat alone at the long table, typing on the keyboard of his laptop. He was waiting for someone, but he didn't want to be idle, so he went to do some written report work.

At this time, someone opened the automatic door of the conference room with a magnetic card and walked in. He was a wide-body fat man. He looked less than thirty years old. Although he was wearing an HL uniform, he was a virtuous person.

As soon as he entered the door, he said, "I said why did my eyelids twitch when I got up today? Isn't this Lord Shi Shi? What's the wind blowing the deputy director of EAS to us?"

Shishi knew who this was when he heard the voice. He had no intention of putting down what he was doing. He stared at the screen intently and replied, "The master sent you to see me?"

The man obviously showed displeasure on his face: "What? Do you think my colonel's level is not enough?"

Shishishi did not answer this question, but said calmly, "Is the 'Tea Fairy' not in the headquarters?"

"The Seventh Prince went to Australia to do business. Besides, in his capacity, can people from a plaintiff like you meet at the sight?"

Shi Shi's tone was still very calm, and he replied while typing: "Then, Colonel Chrys, please call someone at the level of general to talk to me."

Chrys stepped forward and grabbed Shishi's collar and lifted him from the backrest chair: "Bastard, who do you think you are talking to? Don't think you are so strong, believe it or not, I can kill you now!"

Shishi answered quickly, decisively and clearly: "Don't believe it."

"Okay, Master Chrys, please put him down. Since you two are not prone to speculation, you can easily meet. Let me talk to him." A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties walked into the conference room. He was gray-haired, tall and handsome, and he knew that his level was higher than that of Chrys, based on the style of his military uniform.

"Wu..." Chrys let go of his hand, tidy up his clothes, glared at Shi Shi's face fiercely before leaving in disappointment.

"Hello, General Ju." Shi Shi sat back to his seat just now, but did not continue to report.

Ju Shengguan was appointed as a lieutenant general, but he was very polite to the attendant. The two seemed to have a good relationship: "That young master seems to have always been disliked by you. You must be careful. Marquis Chrys is very influential in the court. You are still young and have a long career in the future."

"I don't have time to improve my relationship with this kind of waste. His father is old and overly drunk and sexy. According to my speculation, his 'time' is not much. As for Colonel Chrys himself, if the opportunity is right, he can consider killing him once and for all."

"Hey! Hey! Don't say in front of me, I didn't hear anything." Ju Sheng said hurriedly. Although he had heard that EAS dared to assassinate anyone, he would never want to get involved.

So Shi Shi changed the topic: "I heard him just now that the Tea Fairy went to Australia?"

Ju Sheng replied: "Go and catch a guy called 'Shen Key'. Have you heard of that person?"

Shi Shi said: "No, I'm not interested."

"Haha...you are still good at choking others to death with just one sentence." Ju Sheng smiled and said, "You are here for that weapon consultant this time, right?"

"Charles Roll, twenty-seven years old, former arms dealer, excellent scientist and gunman, and a rank-level abilities, known as the "gunsmith", was recruited by the Empire a year ago to pardon all his past crimes." The Assassin paused for a moment, because he was next to the point: "It has been more than forty-eight hours since he received the news of his disappearance. I want to know how the search investigation of HL is progressing."

Ju Sheng did not answer the other party’s question immediately, but said, “Is this person very important? Do you, the deputy director, come and go for a trip in person?”

Shi Shi replied: "His value as a weapon consultant has no meaning to me. I think this is a question you need to consider, but the EAS, including my personal strong suggestion, whether alive or dead, the Empire must grasp the whereabouts of this person."

Ju Shengdao: "You mean... his ability is very valuable? But he is just a rank-level ability."

"I know I'm a little overstepping my authority. Even if you have already searched, I won't tell me the progress." This time, the change of time asked irresponsible: "So I'm here this time, I'm actually just making suggestions...you'd better find him." He closed the laptop on the table, picked it up and left.

"The search and rescue team had already set off ten hours ago." Ju Sheng's voice sounded behind Shi Shi, causing the latter to stop: "The above means that the search for this gunsmith cannot be handed over to the local authorities, and it must be sent by the headquarters. Therefore, it takes time to rush from Tiandu to South America to investigate when, where, and why the plane he was on fell."

Shi Shi replied, "Thank you." Then he immediately said, "Goodbye."

"Hey! Please say hello to your director."

"My vacation is coming soon. I haven't wanted to see the old man for nearly two months, so as not to be seriously injured by his whim." Shi Shishi dismissed his boss without hesitation, and then repeated: "Goodbye."

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Meanwhile, in the South American jungle thousands of kilometers away from them.

The ominous premonition of the gunsmith soon became a reality. When he and John's raft reached the heart of the river, the water suddenly accelerated, and the simple wooden oars in their hands immediately lost their meaning.

They immediately gave up their struggle and let the raft gallop down the river. John looked at the sun behind him that was gradually sinking into the horizon and said helplessly: "This feeling of resignation to fate is really bad."

The gunsmith said, "Obviously, there is an unknown force that doesn't want us to leave this rainforest."

"That power can even control the river?" John asked.

The gunsmith replied, "Who knows... Maybe it's not a coincidence that heavy rain is."

John looked at the sky: "Do you believe there is a god?"

The gunsmith smiled and said, "If you believe, please say to the God you believe in and let him stop." He could only smile bitterly at this moment, because he had seen the river channel in front of him wider and wider, and in the farther front, there was a whirlpool in this not-so-deep river.

John naturally saw this scene, and he picked up the paddle again, "Check, Charles, we have to make the raft move, even if it's a few more meters toward the shore."

The gunsmith was indifferent: "I don't think that this would have any effect under this speed of water flowing. The centripetal force of the vortex will still sweep us in."

John shouted, "Then jump into the river? This distance should be too late."

The gunsmith replied, "It seems no difference to me. Such a fast rapids, swimming and boating are the same result." He suddenly changed the subject: "Don't you think it's a coincidence that there is a whirlpool here, just here, on the road that we can pass through with the out-of-control raft?"

John snorted coldly: "Anyway, I've been having bad luck all week."

Seeing the raft getting closer and closer to the spiral water flow, the gunsmith not only did not stabilize his body, but instead stood up, raised his bone gun, and pulled the trigger towards the center of the vortex under the water. God knew what was thinking in his mind.

Shortly after the gunshot, an explosion occurred under the water. The huge momentum overturned the raft, and a diffuse wave passed by, and the range of the vortex became even larger.
Chapter completed!