Chapter 110 Amber Painting Exhibition - Part 1 (please follow up!)
Inner city, Bradley Square.
Time Amber Gallery.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Beckman."
Roderick said.
With a bang, he dropped the tied man in his hands to the ground.
This man turned out to be "Iron Hammer" Ferry, a former member of the mysterious society. He looked numb at this time, as if he was already despairing.
"It's nice to work with you, Commissioner Roderick."
Beckman, still wearing a white suit, chuckled.
I saw him picking up Fei Rui from the ground and dragging him to a bench to sit down. Then he snapped his fingers, and the expression on the latter's face immediately changed, from a slumped look to a resolute and bright smile.
"This is what a monk of the Church of the Sun should look like, Ferry."
Beckman clicked his tongue in surprise.
Fei Rui's eyes turned and stared directly at Beckman, his calm eyes without any emotion.
"Have you accepted your fate? That's right... From the moment you betrayed the Church of the Sun, you probably anticipated your own death, but it was an outsider like me who took action in the end."
Beckman said and continued to snap his fingers.
I saw a pool of blood seeping out and bubbling on the ground at his feet, and then an easel slowly emerged from the pool of blood.
Beckman picked up the brush on the easel and started painting facing Ferry.
"How do you plan to deal with the 'Circus' organization, Mr. Beckman?"
Roderick watched the other party painting on the spot with great interest and asked aloud.
"My gallery is about to hold a grand art exhibition. Many powerful and wealthy businessmen in Amber City will be present. The 'circus' will take action at the art exhibition to catch all these big shots!"
Beckman kept moving his hands and spoke softly.
"This is a shocking kidnapping case that has been planned by the 'Circus' for a long time. They are planning to make a lot of money from it and then escape immediately... I am just a link in their plan, well, a very important one. ”
Rodrick frowned and said in a deep voice:
"I'm very grateful to Mr. Beckman for the information. This is very important...but why do these lunatics dare to do this? Are they not afraid of the wrath of the asylum's senior management?"
"Afraid of...?"
Beckman chuckled.
"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have kidnapped Congressman Lawson's son in the first place, or even fought against him afterwards...and there seems to be a shadow of the 'Mutual Aid Association' behind them."
"Mutual Aid Club!"
Roderick's eyes narrowed.
As a special commissioner for the asylum, he had stayed in a metropolis at the main city level and heard about this organization that was hidden in the dark but powerful.
Most of the members of the mutual aid association are extraordinary people from the [Conspiracy Faction], who believe in the evil god "The Bone Burial Old Man". The senior management of the shelter once speculated that these members had a glamorous identity on the surface. They might be nobles, wealthy businessmen, congressmen, or even an inconspicuous factory owner.
Many large-scale mysterious and harmful events in the empire are related to this "mutual aid association".
"So that's it...then there's no need for the 'circus' to exist!"
Roderick snorted coldly.
"On the day of the art exhibition, the shelter will ambush in secret in advance. After the people from the 'circus' take action, please ask Mr. Beckman to cooperate with me to suppress them all! No one can be spared!"
"Of course, no problem, Mr. Commissioner."
Beckman readily agreed.
He stopped painting, and an oil portrait on the easel was completed. Fei Rui's resolute appearance is vividly reflected in the painting, giving people a sense of warmth and security like the sun.
Looking at Fei Rui himself, he was as stiff and motionless as a puppet, his calm eyes had lost their spirituality, leaving only an empty and dead silence... Apparently, he had quietly died when the painting was completed.
Beckman expertly framed the painting, then walked to the wall to hang it up.
"It's a really good work. I'm going to give it a name, "The Indomitable"."
He clapped his hands to himself, making a crackling sound.
Then Beckman turned his head and looked at Roderick.
"According to our agreement, after the exhibition, I will leave Amber City. Your clearing plan will be overfulfilled... and the leader of the 'Circus' will also become my best painting."
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The day of the art exhibition.
All the prominent figures in the entire inner city had received invitations in advance to attend the "Amber Painting Exhibition". Some were presented by Countess Bradley, while others were personally invited by Councilor Lawson. Both of them have considerable power in the aristocratic circles and political circles.
Anyone who receives an invitation will more or less agree for the sake of the two of them. In addition, Beckman's gallery is well-known in the inner city. I heard that many works of painting masters were on display this time, and dignitaries and nobles who pride themselves on their taste came to the scene one after another.
One by one, the carriages drove slowly through the streets, and finally entered Bradley Square and parked on the side in an orderly manner.
Some inner city residents resting in the square were surprised to see such a grand occasion. They pointed at the gentlemen and ladies who got off the carriage and talked in low voices.
"I have met that gentleman. He is the boss of Moses Voyage Company, Mr. Hardy!"
"Oh Sun, it's Viscount Picot, and Baron Harrington and Baron Matthew! Why are they coming together? Is there something big going on?"
"I heard that the Amber Gallery held an art exhibition, and even half of the members of parliament came!"
"It's so grand! If only I could participate...!"
Parliamentarians, nobles, big businessmen, big bosses and some middle-class elites all dressed formally, and most of them brought their families. They didn't seem to be attending an art exhibition, but a grand banquet.
Those with high status treat this art exhibition as a party to get acquainted with other partners or friends. Those with a lower status want to take advantage of this exhibition to make friends with those with a higher status.
All kinds of thoughts gathered together.
Lord Bradley did not attend, surprising many of the dignitaries present. But when they saw the countess standing at the door and the gallery owner Beckmann beside her, they understood.
The news about Countess Bradley and her lover is not a secret in the circle. Perhaps Earl Bradley did not show up to avoid embarrassment.
"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry to invite you to come with me... I didn't expect that there would be so many big shots here. There must be many pairs of eyes watching secretly. I'm worried that you will be exposed."
The large carriage of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce stopped at a corner of the square.
In the large and reinforced carriage, Noah looked at Chen Lun opposite with an apologetic look.
"It's okay, we'll keep a low profile later."
Chen Lun smiled politely and comforted.
"Furthermore, with the [Starlight Veil] provided by Noah, others can't see our true appearance, so they shouldn't be able to discover it."
Beside him sat the quiet Floy. The appearance of the two of them is different from the original. This is the effect of [D-level magic object-Starlight Veil]. It can not only change their appearance, but also affect themselves in the eyes of others.
For example, when others look at Floy, they just think she is an ordinary girl with normal and healthy eyes.
[Starlight Veil] is a specialty of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce. Chen Lun is very interested in it and plans to buy a few pieces from Noah.
Before setting off, Chen Lun had specifically divined that there was no danger in the trip, and it even vaguely foreshadowed that something good would happen.
But when Floy heard about it later, she asked Chen Lun to take her with him. Remembering that Floy had never participated in such an exhibition, Chen Lun agreed.
Even if she couldn't see the painting, I still wanted her to feel the atmosphere. This was something I promised her.
Take her to see the wider world.
Chen Lun opened the curtain, and his [spiritual intuition] was faintly triggered.
He squinted his eyes, looked around the gallery, and then carefully scanned everyone participating in the exhibition. There were a few people whose dress and temperament were slightly inconsistent, which caught his attention.
"It's an investigator from the asylum..."
Chen Lun was certain that people from the shelter were secretly ambushing him near the art exhibition.
But instead of feeling worried or uneasy, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now that the shelter's power is concentrated here, my plan can begin."
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