Slow's pharmaceutical factory is not entirely his, there is still someone else's share in it."

"who?"

"Cavi!"

Moraso's ideas were opened. The root of all problems was not that Laslo monopolized the supply channels, but Kavi: "Cavi's medicines are only available in Laslo's pharmaceutical factories, but I want Laslo's pharmaceutical factories.

The medicine must be given to them all supply channels. Is Altinson ready to give up these medicines?

Didn’t he want to use these medicines from the beginning?”

After hearing this answer, Mariana gently put down the cat in her arms, got up and tidyed her clothes, and said with a smile: "I'll make you a cup of coffee."

Moraso was still thinking about how to solve the problem of the pharmaceutical factory in his own manor, and there was also a lot of peace in the palace on the other side.

Since the news of Edward's disappearance came yesterday morning, the originally sluggish and gentle office rhythm was instantly tense. Franz, Richard and Carl held several discussion meetings back and forth, but they could not come up with a practical solution.

The only thing they can and have done is to block the news, not only to block the news in the palace, but also to block the news in the embassy.

Of course, they cannot openly blockade, they can only block the traffic routes around the embassy under the banner of protection and martial law, so that they can block the way to communicate with each other in disguise. This thankless work naturally fell into the police station.

On his shoulders, the two sheriffs became the main person in charge of the alert.

Witt returned for a day yesterday, while the other Derio, who had been guarding the embassy, ​​had been with the agreement today. The two needed to exchange identities.

"Boss, you found Claire yesterday and found the route again. Could it be that Derio would find any important clues today, right?"

"I don't know." Witt held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the sky.

"If Mr. Edward's body could not be found today, the director would definitely be scolded."

"Yeah, you have to be scolded if you find it." Witt leaned against the wall and exhaled a large mouthful of smoke, "It's just not that miserable."

"It's been afternoon, and no one has sent me a message."

"Wait." Witt stood up straight and looked at a homeless man walking in the distance, "If you have this free time, you might as well drive that person away."

Looking along his fingers, the man on the road was walking in the middle of the road, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were mixed with dirt, and he stuck to his body like strips of cloth. He didn't know where his two shoes fell, but he just walked barefoot all the way.

He staggered and walked towards the embassy on the mud on the ground.

The patrolman quickly stepped on the cigarette butt and walked forward quickly: "Let's go, you can't pass here!"

The homeless man moved his two chapped lips and squeezed out half a sentence from his mouth: "I am."

The patrolman frowned: "What did you say?"

"I am the ambassador!"

"What ambassador, the minister cannot pass." The patrolman thought that after hearing nonsense, he subconsciously pushed him, but as soon as he took action, he found something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed him, "Who do you think you are?"

Werte, who was not far away, was also shocked, and the staggering tramp finally put all his strength into speaking his name: "My name is Edward, yes, the French ambassador!"
Chapter completed!