"Where did you go just now?"

The main house of Garcia's family, Semyel Garcia stood in the middle of a quiet room, looking at her daughter with a serious face in front of her with a red eyes.

"I......"

"You're going to find Horn Shelley."

Without waiting for Tiffany to answer, Semyal told her.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Because you miss him, you are childhood sweethearts, you like him, I know."

He still asked and answered questions. Semyr was not a tough person in normal times, but only in this matter, his attitude was very cold and hard, even if the opposite was his daughter.

"Don't go to him in the future, can you do it?"

"I......"

Tiffany seemed to want to argue for himself.

"Can you do it!"

This time it is no longer an inquiry, but a forced question.

There is only one answer.

"able."

After Tiffany finished speaking, tears fell from her face in disgrace.

"Tiffany, I'm not trying to stop you from doing something. You always say not to treat you as a child. Now that you are an adult, as the only heir to the Garcia family, you must have some responsibility, some things are waiting for you to do, and someone must bear the honor of the family. I was like this back then, and you are the same now."

With his hands behind his back and looking at his daughter who was bowing his head and crying in front of him, Semier also had a little sadness in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"I know that the Garcia family is carrying everything about Deminghan. We must lead Deminghan forward, protect this land for the empire, and contribute everything to the empire!"

This sentence is the last words of Semyr Garcia's father and Tiffany Garcia's grandfather before his death. He did not even have any care for several younger generations, but only his infinite nostalgia for Demingham.

He spent his whole life working for Demingham and loyal to the empire, which was a greatness and a selfishness.

But there is one thing that no one can admit that the Garcia family's status among the imperial nobles is undoubtedly the first class against the backdrop of this kind of effort.

Demingham, this is a city with the top five importance among the non-religious districts of the Ryan Empire. It can become the city's ruler family and hold this position for nearly a hundred years, so it is natural that it makes sense.

Semyal Garcia has done part of his last words, and now he needs his own daughter to complete another part.

A dark gold pocket watch inlaid with rubies was taken out from his arms, and the fingertips of his thumb pressed on the surface of the gem, printing patterns. A light-colored energy film spreads around the pocket watch, wrapping the father and daughter in it.

This is a treasure inherited by the Garcia family, and only the head of the family is qualified to hold it.

"Tiffany, how is the talented practice?"

Some words can only be mentioned at this time.

"I've got it."

Put your hands together and let go, and a hairpin appears out of thin air in the palm.

"Continue to practice and remember that this is the top secret of the family. No one except me can know. If someone asks you about this secret in any form, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Seeing his daughter's movements, Semier finally showed a slightly satisfied expression on his face. He nodded and repeated the previous movements with his thumb, and the barrier disappeared immediately.

It is not that the barrier cannot be maintained for a long time, but that the situation does not allow it.

"I'll go back to the room and reflect on myself later. Don't be so willful again in the future...Who?"

Halfway through, Semier asked when he heard a sound outside.

"Master, Mrs. said that Your Excellency Darren is here to visit."

The guard outside the door replied.

"I know, I'll go there right away."

After rubbing Tiffany's hair, Semire turned and left.

The place where we met was changed to a stone path in the small garden outside the villa, and only the confidant subordinates were following behind them.

The lights on the roadside are bright, and even in such a late night, the road ahead can still be illuminated very clearly.

"Semil, bait devour has been cultivated successfully and has achieved some unexpected results."

The bait devour in Mark Darren's mouth is worth it naturally not the bait devour when fishing.

"After all, something went well, and the situation in the box is pretty good. It seems that our plan is going well. Thank you for your hard work. I came here so late and told me directly. It is okay to tell me by phone."

Looking at the uncle with obvious tired face, Semyel Garcia whispered.

"No, the failure of any thing often comes from negligence in details. This information is very important and must be said in person that no media is safe enough."

"Yes, I was careless... It seems that the recent troubles have made me a little distracted, I'm old~"

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and the wrinkles on his forehead became a little deeper.

"Did you have a goal for that matter?"

"Not yet...I still need some time. This kind of thing is too easy to alarm the enemy. It must be successful in one go, and it cannot be discovered by the other party. What about you, how did you investigate the matter back then?"

The pace of stepping forward was faster, and Mark Darren followed, and the distance between the two of them and the guard behind them became farther away.

"Someone rebuilt thunderstorms, and there is no doubt that when Goniz died, someone saw flame slurry, lightning and clouds... New people inherited the special talents at that time. I also read the investigation report from the strange survey bureau. Many of the people who died on the long street were professionally trained gunmen. This proves that these people should have a lot of resources. Except for those missing in Goniz's hands, if nothing unexpected happens, it is not good news. The intelligence department is still following up, but these people are hiding deeply and there is no more information yet."

In addition to being deputy mayor, Mark Darren is also the top leader of the Demingham intelligence department. He has the power to retrieve all intelligence information from the police station and the foreign affairs bureau at any time. He also has a group of professionally trained intelligence spies under his command.

If you want to truly control a city, you can only control the open part by relying on the law. The world in the dark still needs some special means to monitor it.

After all, some people never have any laws in their eyes.

"Thunderstorm... In fact, there is something that has bothered me in the past two years. When it comes to thunderstorm, I will think of it without control."

The hand that pinched the bridge of his nose turned back to his pocket, his brows still frowned.

"I know what's going on, why are those things missing, right?"

"You still understand me. At that time, we had Goniz as an insider and started the action after we calculated everything. Why did an accident happen? Is there really a strange thing that can completely transfer information, equipment, and treasures that are as high as the hill?"

When the government fought against the thunderstorm, I didn’t know how much the price I paid. I just wanted to invite other neutral forces in Demingham to take advantage of the benefits. I thought I could make up for it with the resources in the thunderstorm, but who knew that what I saw in the end were empty warehouses.

This incident was like a thorn that had been pierced in Semyr Garcia's heart. Now the reappearance of the thunderstorm has turned the thorn into a shadow.

"I remember I told you about this a long time ago. There were our inner supporters in the Thunderstorm team back then, and who can guarantee that there were no spies in our team? It's just that he hid very deeply. We searched for it for so long but didn't find it. To some extent, this was my dereliction of duty."

"You know I didn't blame you, but the reappearance of the thunderstorm made me a little sensitive. Fortunately, this time it was not three dominant-level strong men, otherwise I really don't know what to do... It's hard to guarantee that they won't appear again... Have you contacted Edward recently?"

At the beginning, the Four Heavenly Kings of Thunderstorms once made the Deminghan government breathless. As the Deminghan family, they naturally suffered the same pressure. Now at least half of the white hair on Semyr's head was forced out by them. It was only with Bechimo Edward, Dalton Valen and a rebellious Storm Goniz that he barely won back the game.

"Of course there is a connection. Isn't it the day after tomorrow that the police station's promotion ceremony? Some of the sheriff's information must be confirmed. I talked to him about the new thunderstorm. He made it clear that no dominant powerhouses will suddenly appear, so let's rest assured."

Mark Darren seemed to trust Bechimo Edward very much, and Semyal Garcia, who was standing beside him, also nodded frequently.

"But this thunderstorm is a disaster after all. Some time ago, I asked Valen to contact Goniz and hoped that he would continue to cooperate with us. He refused. I thought I would wait for the remnants of the thunderstorm to make a fuss. He would definitely not help but come out to cooperate with us. Unexpectedly, this thunderstorm would make no difference to the opportunity for cooperation. Sure enough, these people still have to pay the price for their strength."

As the mayor of Demingham and one of the commanders of that war, he naturally knew a lot of secrets.

"To do anything, you have to pay a certain price. The only difference is whether you can pay and whether you are willing to pay. As long as we are willing and able to pay the price, the balance of victory will lean towards us. This is my creed."

The hand holding the Civilization Stick tightened slightly, and Mark Darren and Semyal Garcia looked at each other silently.
Chapter completed!