Master of Thermodynamics

Chapter 737 Shadow Walker

“who are you?”

Baron Bugatti asked, his expression ugly.

The young man Shi Shiran took off his black hat and bowed in greeting:

“Mr. Baron, please forgive us for being uninvited.”

Then he opened the door, made a “please come in” gesture, and said with a smile:

“Mr. Baron, why don’t you come in and talk? In such weather, blowing on the central air-conditioning is indeed a good treat…”

A warm breath rushed out of the hall, instantly dispelling the cold wind outside the door, but the Baron felt no warmth at all.

On the contrary, his heart is cold.

Because the Baron was so horrified to discover that in the hall, there were actually 6 or 7 people in black sitting or standing in a relaxed mood, but their postures gave people a feeling of “a fatal blow could be launched at any time”. .

His wife, three children, and the maid Linda lay motionless on the large sofa, as if falling asleep.

The baron roared with split eyes:

“What did you do to my wife and children?”

He rushed into the hall frantically, ran to the sofa, put his right hand in front of his wife’s nose, and felt the breath of his wife’s breath, and his beating heart calmed a little bit.

“Mr. Baron, as you can see, we haven’t treated your family well.” The young man who opened the door still maintained a polite smile. “It just used a little trick to make them temporarily unconscious.”

“Because what we are going to say next is not suitable for others to hear… Please rest assured that this method will never harm your health…”

The baron interrupted the young man angrily:

“Tell me, what do you want from me?”

“Mr. Baron, you are so excited.” The young man closed the door with a “slam” and turned around and said, “The real master of this land, the great speaker, once said a word about communication. I wonder if you listened to it. Ever?”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he immediately said:

“This is what the Speaker said, “At least 70% of the communication between people is emotions, and the remaining 30% is the information you want to convey. If the emotions are not right, the information conveyed will be distorted.” …Your current attitude will not only greatly reduce the efficiency of communication, but also have a greater probability of bad results.”

The young man walked a few steps back and forth on the linen carpet, half threatening and half admonishing:

“I believe that we don’t want to see bad results for each other!”

The baron gasped heavily and finally calmed down.

He looked around and asked in a hoarse voice:

“So, can I know what you are here for?”

The young man nodded in satisfaction, and said faintly:

“I wonder if you have ever heard of “Cheka”?”

The baron’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he cried out:

“What, Cheka? You are the shadow walkers?”

A trace of fear flashed across his face, and his voice became unclear.

“I…I don’t think I have offended the Speaker, nor…I have never done anything wrong…”

…

In the past few years, a considerable number of noble parliamentarians who opposed Renault have died inexplicably in various accidents.

The most typical example is the late leader of the opposition, the Marquis of Babanet.

Two years ago, when Renault put forward a proposal to “allow businessmen to join the House of Representatives and become members of parliament”, the Marquis de Bavanet, as the leader of the opposition at the time, tried to entangle a large number of parliamentarians and attacked the proposal in a public vote.

Unexpectedly, three days before the congress of the National Assembly, the energetic Mr. Marquis accidentally swallowed a grain of “Mace coumadin” into the trachea when he was dining in the restaurant of the Assembly. Under everyone’s eyes, he choked alive.

The bizarre death of the Marquis left the opposition group without a leader.

Subsequently, Renault used various methods, either inducing or intimidating, to stir up troubles within the opposition and win over some of the opposition, and finally passed the proposal successfully.

Due to the occurrence of such strange deaths over and over again, many nobles insisted that a certain subordinate must have a team of assassins specializing in dirty and exhausting work.

The death of the Marquis de Bavanet and others has nothing to do with these guys.

Otherwise, why is it not someone else who died, but the opposition leader in the parliamentary house?

It is a pity that the death case was done seamlessly, making people completely unable to catch the horse’s feet, and the nobles were helpless.

When everyone is in danger, fewer and fewer people dared to stand up against Renault. This is one of the reasons why the opposition has become less and less popular in recent years.

In addition, the nobles specially gave this team a very resounding title-Shadow Walker.

It means that they are like mysterious people walking in the shadows, never appearing in the sun, and their methods are as weird as the shadows.

However, there are some gossips in the noble circle that the real name of “Shadow Walker” is “Chika”.

But compared to the weird name “Cheka”, more people are willing to use the name “Shadow Walker”.

…

The young man smiled slightly at the baron with a panic expression on his face:

“Mr. Baron, please allow me to introduce myself. Inside Cheka, my code name is’Hyena’ and the position is lieutenant… Although you are not a supporter of the Speaker, Cheka is not here to visit you this time. Trouble with you.”

The hyena shrugged and said something not very humorous.

“To be honest, if Cheka really wants to have trouble with you, according to Cheka’s usual style of doing things, we will never appear in front of you…”

The baron glanced at his family who was lying quietly on the sofa like a corpse, and couldn’t help cursing inwardly.

I fainted the master and the whole family. Isn’t this really called “troubleshooting”?

And the saying “I really want to trouble, and won’t show up in front of you” makes his back feel chilly.

The subtext of this sentence is clearly-Cheka kills, only assassination!

This almost confirmed the death of the opposition leader, it was the hands and feet of the Shadow Walkers!

The young man calling himself “Hyena” continued:

“We just want to make a deal with you!”

“What deal?” The baron gritted his teeth and asked.

He has a hunch that he will definitely bleed once.

What Cheka wants…No, it should be said that the owner of Cheka, the seemingly fair, but insidious and cunning speaker, sent the cruelest group of hounds under his command to **** it. How could it be ordinary items?

“We Cheka just want to get one item.” The hyena raised a finger and said slowly, “Relics of prehistoric magical civilization!”

The baron was taken aback, and said blankly:

“Mr. Hyena, I’m very sorry, I don’t understand what you mean…”

The hyena turned his head calmly, looked at the man in black standing on the left of the baron, and asked softly:

“Interrogator, is this the truth?”

The man in black who was called the “Interrogator”, whose real name was “Elliott”, was one of the former members of the island guard.

Elliott has a magical talent, able to sense the physical condition and emotional changes of the other party, and judge whether the other party is lying.

(See Chapter 485 for related description)

Later, after the establishment of Cheka, he was transferred to Cheka and became the rumored “Shadow Walker” because of his natural talent for performing special tasks.

Over the past two years, as Elliott has continuously swallowed the magic crystal fragments, his talent [Interrogation] has grown very quickly, and now he has an accuracy rate of 99% in distinguishing the authenticity of the words of the awakened and ordinary people.

Faced with the hyena’s question, Elliott spread his hands and gave a negative answer:

“lie!”

“When he heard the words’Relics of Prehistoric Magic Civilization’, his brain became very active… I could even sense that he wanted to ask aloud,’Damn hyena, how would you know?’… ”

Speaking of the “damn hyena” behind, Eliot deliberately imitated the Baron’s tone, causing a group of Cheka members to laugh.

The hall was filled with cheerful air.

The hyena also laughed very happily.

After a breath, his face suddenly became cold, his face changed faster than the weather, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind outside the hall:

“Mr. Baron, you shouldn’t lie…really!”