Chapter 600 Dumping the old tricks
At this time, Sir Ferranz, the mastermind behind the scenes, was walking out of the Sheriff's Department. The dazzling sunshine outside made him very uncomfortable.
Although he had changed into clean clothes and had been eating and drinking well in the past week, Ferranz had still lost a lot of weight.
But he also looks more capable, and his aura is completely different.
The door of the car on the roadside opened. Qin was sitting in the back seat and called him: "Ferranz!"
Sir Ferranz smiled, it felt so good to be free!
He walked to the car in two steps and got in.
When he saw his cousin whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he wanted to cry and asked his uncle about the illegitimate child.
But considering the sensitivity of the issue, he kept his mouth shut.
It's okay if you offend other people, but if you offend your uncle, no one can really take advantage of you.
Ferranz, full of resentment, quickly found a new target for his vent.
"Your Highness, I'm going to kill those sheriffs."
As a member of the Perez family, he was insulted by a group of untouchables. Ferranz couldn't swallow this breath.
Qin didn't panic at all about this. He had already thought of an excuse when he asked Old Tom to show up.
"You should be grateful to the other person. Do you think you can come out alive without Old Tom?"
Ferranz's fierce expression froze. What did he mean?
After thinking about it carefully, he found that the other party did not punish him. Originally, he thought it was Qin who said hello.
But who did Qin say hello to?
"Could it be... that he is one of our own?" Ferranz was extremely shocked.
It turns out that he is not that dangerous, and his own people are responsible for interrogating him. Surely that idiot little Jefferies wouldn't have thought of that, right?
In this case, I should be grateful to others, otherwise someone else might really do something to me.
He listened to each other's screams after torture every day in Cell No. 1, but he knew how powerful it was.
But these people can't move, and that old dog, little Jefferies, can't be let go.
Ferranz immediately reported: "Your Highness, little Jefferies is definitely one of the masterminds. We can't let him go."
Ferranz would like to crush any enemy who targets his own glory and wealth.
Qin also had countermeasures for this.
"I already know, but he is the Earl of the Empire after all. There is nothing we can do to him without evidence."
"Is this the case?" Ferranz looked unconvinced.
"Forget it, how can I forget it? If I can't kill him, why can't I still make him feel uncomfortable?
Recently, a mission from the Kingdom of Lionheart came. Little Jefferys has a close relationship with Princess Mariedega of the Kingdom of Lionheart. He is trying to gain profits through this princess to see how we can ruin his good deeds. "
Qin told Ferranz his plan, and the latter's bones were rusty from being in prison and he just wanted to move around.
"Little Jefferies, I'm going to make all your investment go to waste." Ferranz thought viciously.
…
Ah sneeze! Ah sneeze!
Little Earl Jefferys sneezed twice in a row and thought to himself that he was really old and his back was sore after doing it, but he must not catch a cold.
A snow-white arm suddenly stretched out from the side and surrounded little Count Jefferies.
"Honey, you did great."
Princess Mariedelga smiled, not sure whether she was talking about the reception or the reception in bed.
Little Earl Jefferys naturally held his head high and said that he was okay.
Princess Mariedelga held it with one hand, her eyes looking strange again.
The little Earl Jefferys was so frightened that he quickly took a cigar and lit it in a pretentious manner.
He is just addicted to smoking, and he is definitely not dying, God proves it.
Fortunately, Princess Mariedelga did not continue to embarrass him.
"My dear, I have to go back to the embassy tonight, otherwise my brother will definitely go crazy." Princess Mariedelga still cares about her brother, although the two often have conflicts.
When little Earl Jefferys saw this, his eyes were hidden behind the smoke.
In the final analysis, the relationship between the two is purely physical, and everyone is willing to do it.
When it comes to feelings, there really aren’t any feelings.
Just like you understand my hypocrisy, I understand your pretentiousness.
It’s just that everyone sees through it but doesn’t say it out loud.
If it were serious, neither of them would agree.
"Do you need my help?"
Little Earl Jefferys suddenly asked.
Princess Mariedelga was very surprised. She didn't even ask for help, but she knew that this was not a trouble that could be offset by a simple romantic relationship.
Even if the princess's stuff is made of gold, it's not worth the price.
She is very self-aware, and although she is rebellious and impulsive, she does not lack intelligence.
"It would be best if you could help, but I can't afford the price."
"You have already paid the price, and the Perez family and I are old enemies." Young Count Jefferys took out a piece of information from the bedside and handed it to Princess Mariedega: "Compared to that guy Ferranz, it's more profitable." , I want to gain the friendship of the Lionheart royal family. What he can sell to Haman, I can also sell to you."
Princess Mariedelga did not look at the document bag, she was too lazy to care about such nonsense.
With the wealth she has accumulated, she can live freely in Daxia even in the Lion Heart Kingdom.
But this good news can help her brother. Princess Mariedega's eyes were so turbulent that she couldn't even tell whether this man had any lust at all.
She suddenly stretched her head into the bed, and the count, who was smoking a cigar, exhaled a puff of white smoke.
…
At night, the radiant Princess Mariedelga got out of the car.
The motorcade blocked the gate of the embassy, making the military attaché on guard very nervous.
Then, Princess Marie-Dalga brought a group of bodyguards and carried large and small bags in.
Before Prince Charlie, who had rushed over after hearing the news, could open his mouth to scold, Princess Marie-Dalga threw the document bag in his face.
"What is it?" Prince Charlie's nose was hit and hurt, but fortunately there was no nosebleed.
"I didn't see it, but it should be what you need." Princess Marie-Dalga stretched and said lazily: "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed after a busy day. If you are interested, I will contact my Count tomorrow."
Prince Charlie opened it and his face changed: "Fuck, damn Franz."
He wanted to take the document to report Franz now. Can this kind of thing be bought and sold casually?
Forget about the gun design data and production line, and dare to sell the heavy artillery production line?
The Lionheart Kingdom already has the ability to mass-produce rifles and some infantry guns, but it cannot produce heavy artillery.
Once the rebels develop, Prince Charlie can't help trembling.
Fortunately, the information is very complete, and it also includes the address of the production line in the Lionheart Kingdom.
There is still a chance to save it.
Prince Charlie certainly doesn't understand that if they didn't have the ability to design and produce rifles, they wouldn't sell this production line to Harman.
When you don't have the technology, you naturally have to block it.
When you have it, you immediately start dumping it, the old routine.
