Great Single Player of the Heavens

It is night, the moon and stars are sparse.

Starry Mansion, in the luxuriously decorated study room.

Two core executives of the British Rite of the Templars were having a lively discussion about Elliotson's death:

"Ellison is dead, and the analgesic medicine has been discontinued!"

"Fry intends to have all of London in the hands of the mob!"

"Maybe he didn't intend to do anything but simply mess up our lives."

"Nursing homes are closed, the entire city's health care system is in disarray, drug prices are skyrocketing, it's completely out of order!"

"But he can't understand the seriousness of his actions. This kind of person is simply an anarchist!"

But Starry, who was sitting on the desk chair, listened to his subordinates without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

As the youngest son of the Starry family in the West End of London, Starry was able to stand out from several brothers and finally became the boss of Starry Enterprises, a London railway tycoon.

To a large extent, thanks to his charisma and ability to disguise.

Born in a wealthy family, he learned to cover up his inner disdain with a smile and flattery since he was a child, and after practice and tempering, he became a master of controlling people's hearts.

Every move seems to have its own meaning...

Pick up the teaspoon and add a spoonful of fine sugar to the steaming cup of black tea in front of you.

After stirring evenly, Starry picked up the teacup and interrupted the impotent rage of his subordinates:

"Gentlemen!"

As soon as the voice fell, the discussion stopped abruptly.

Everyone in the study turned their eyes to the middle-aged man with a mustache behind the desk.

Taking a sip of the black tea in the cup, Starry closed his eyes to enjoy the sweetness, and then slowly said:

"This cup of tea was transported here from India by ship, trans-shipped into the port, then sent to the factory to pack, and from there was brought to my house in a horse-drawn carriage, unpacked in my warehouse, brewed and sent to In my hands upstairs."

"All of the above are the fruits of the labor of the men and women who have served me. They have lived, worked, and lived, all thanks to the grace bestowed on them by me, Crawford Starry. They will work in my factory all their lives, and their children will repeat the process..."

After a pause, Starry frowned slightly, his eyes filled with contempt:

"And you came here to tell me about Jacob Frye? This insignificant kid claims to be an assassin?! You really have no respect for this busy city..."

"So, let's have tea, this miracle, this cup of tea!"

Apparently, Starry didn't take Jacob's mess seriously.

Seeing that the boss had expressed his opinion, the two senior members of the Knights Templar stopped expressing their opinions.

At this moment, Lucy Thorne, dressed as a Templar knight, also walked into the study.

"Ah! Miss Lucy, you are just in time, let's have a cup of tea!"

Hearing Starry's invitation,

She went straight to the side, picked up a cup of hot tea prepared by the servant, sniffed it, and then said:

"My studies are nearing completion, our dear London, should not have been bothered for so long by these troublesome idiots..."

"I heard you've been molested by this sister for a while. What's her name? Miss Frye?"

"Miss Frye will not be a problem, but the Asian man next to her may be the troublesome person."

Hearing this, Starry couldn't help but feel a little bit of curiosity, and asked:

"Asian? Got a name?"

"Mars, or Tyson, the boss of a new gang, I heard that his skills are very good."

Hearing the term "gang boss", Starry seemed to think of something, and the disgust in his eyes flashed away.

The curiosity in my heart also disappeared.

"This kind of guy, just leave it to Ross to deal with it, there is no need to dirty our own hands..."

While speaking, Starry slowly got up from the seat, with his hands behind his back, walked to the glass window behind him, looked at the night-falling city of London, and said in a deep voice:

"The stability of London is the only thing we care about. If anyone dares to stop us, there is only one end..."

The chilling meaning in the words is self-evident.

. . . . . .

Just as the Templars were trying to save the situation, the London Assassin Squad was also using its own way to save the people of London.

Knowing from Nightingale that a large number of precious medicines were auctioned at high prices in Lambeth black market, Lu Qi and Yiwei came to the black market and participated in a masked auction in person.

At the auction, there are all kinds of weird things.

Ivory products from India, silk from the Qing Dynasty, knives from Japan, and specialties from all over the world fully embody the great power of the Victorian Empire, the empire on which the sun never sets.

However, this is not the focus of Lu Qi and Yi Wei.

It wasn't until a batch of pharmaceutical raw materials that usually cost only a few pounds were frantically bid here, and the price soared all the way, until it finally reached fifteen pounds, that they really realized how dark the hearts of profiteers are!

Capital seeks profit. When the profit reaches five times, no capitalist can resist the temptation of such money...

After the auction ended, the two immediately left the black market, followed the buyers who bought the raw materials of the medicine, and came to a large warehouse in the east of Lambeth.

There, they saw a large amount of medicines hoarded in the warehouse, as well as the thugs guarding inside and outside!

Then, after two in-depth investigations, it was finally confirmed that the owner of the Lambeth black market was none other than the boss of the Mob Gang in Lambeth, Stern!

That is to say, the thugs used their power in the Lambeth District to force the purchase of a large number of drugs at low prices, and then sold the drugs at high prices through the black market platform to earn huge profits.

After the investigation was over, when she returned to the train hiding place, Evie was still a little bit aggrieved, and couldn't help but cursed:

"Damn thugs! They should all go to hell!"

"That's fine, since we know that there is a large amount of medicines stocked there, as long as all the medicines in the warehouse flow into the market, and then all the fake medicines on the market are destroyed, in this way, the medical crisis in London will definitely be relieved to a certain extent." relief."

"After this period of time, the supply of medicines in major hospitals in London will return to normal..."

"The question is, how do you get the thugs to sell the drug at a lower price?"

Hearing this question, a gleam flashed in Lu Qi's eyes, and he replied in a deep voice:

"The Nighthawks have been silent in the Whitechapel District for too long, and it's time to expand our influence to other districts!"

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