Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 704 Baron Ruoton
Sensing the police cars following behind, the witch incarnation who was riding a motorcycle on the street smiled slightly, charmed the driver next to her and kissed the butt of the grumpy guy in front of her.

As soon as he stepped on the brakes, the grumpy old man with a dark face saw the dented rear of his car as soon as he got out of the car. Thinking about the several years of car loan he still had to pay off, his face suddenly turned red. He pulled the still dizzy unlucky guy out of the car window without hesitation, pressed him to the ground and rubbed him. If the patrolman nearby had not come over holding the truth, the unlucky guy might have broken some bones.

The witch incarnation, with the accelerator turned to the bottom, enjoyed the roar and vibration of the Harley motorcycle wantonly, like a black fish swimming upstream, speeding through the brightly lit streets, attracting waves of exclamations, because it was so cool.

The witch incarnation was moving according to the curse, so she didn't know her destination either, but the police deduced the destination in advance based on the direction and route of travel, as well as some intelligence they had.

"Damn it, that's the place!"

"Witch No. 9's destination is Ruoton Manor. It seems that someone inside attacked her."

"This is troublesome. Many important people came to the party today."

"Should we notify Ruoton Manor to evacuate immediately, or send a helicopter to intercept Witch No. 9?"

"If we evacuate, I'm afraid the other party won't be willing. After all, you know how important it is for these people to save face. They will most likely order us to intercept them. At that time, we will have to decide whether to go or not."

"The question is, in what name can we stop the witch? What if a conflict occurs? He is not an ordinary street hero. If a conflict breaks out, there will probably be heavy casualties."

"Okay, let someone leak the news to Ruoton Manor in private. As for stopping him, humph, the other party did not break the law. At most, it was considered speeding. And even if it was illegal, it would be an extraordinary event. What does it have to do with us?"

After the police reached a consensus, they did nothing except notifying Ruoton Manor and reporting to the special department. This way, they naturally did not have to take responsibility or take risks. It was perfect.

However, the special department that deals with supernatural events almost exploded, because the purpose of their establishment is to prevent these super-powered people from harming the powerful, and the richer and more powerful they are, the higher the protection.

If a place of the size of Ruoton Manor had problems, the funding would be cut by at least 30 million. That would mean a lot less coffee cups and goats.

The problem is that the higher-ups don’t care what your difficulties are, they will blame you if there is a problem, so you can only send the nearby action team to the scene by helicopter as soon as possible, hoping that they will arrive in time.

The owner of Rhoden Manor is Baron Rhoden, whose family history is very long, and can be traced back to the Mayflower. They claim to be nobles of the British Empire.

In fact, everyone knew that there were no good people on that ship. His ancestors were just exiled criminals, and his baron title was bought after he became rich in the gold rush.

They were the only ones who used the title of Baron Roden from generation to generation, and therefore they had always been the object of ridicule in the circle.

We all know each other's background and none of you are any good, but you are the only one who can pretend. If we don't laugh at you, who else should we laugh at?

But in this generation, Baron Ruoton, who was originally a marginal figure in the circle, has risen to prominence. In a short period of time, not only has his assets increased several times, he has also opened Ruoton Manor to host grand parties, which always attract a large number of dignitaries to participate, and gradually he has gained considerable voice and influence.

As we all know, people in the Lighthouse Country are party creatures. Whether they are happy or sad, elegant or vulgar, there is no problem that cannot be solved by a party.

But as the powerful class in this country, they are all experienced and generally speaking, they will only regard such occasions as a platform for communication, and not many people will really get involved.

The only exception was the party at the Ruoton Manor, where they could put aside all pretense and devote themselves to it, just to enjoy the ultimate pleasure and excitement. This was what Baron Ruoton was most proud of, and he spent a lot of time thinking about it.

In order to ensure the quality of the party, delicious food and fine wine are just decorations; the key points are the rare beauties and the games that challenge imagination. This can be seen from the fact that hundreds of bottles of baby oil are consumed at each party.

However, a person's threshold will increase with continuous stimulation. That is to say, before tasting meat, one can solve the problem by oneself. But after tasting meat, one will feel itchy and even do stupid things.

But simple round trips will soon become boring with long-term driving. Even if rich people have a garage full of luxury cars that they can drive while sitting, standing, lying down, or even driving in circles, they will gradually get bored.

This is not a question of being unsatisfied, but rather the threshold has been passively raised.

Ordinary people can only endure this. After all, the cost of changing a car is too high. They are afraid of getting into trouble if they borrow it, but they are also worried about renting one because it is not clean.

But rich people can constantly pursue more exciting ways of playing, regardless of whether it is legal or not.

So in order to ensure that every party is fresh enough, Baron Ruoton needs to constantly collect more handsome men and beautiful women as consumables.

Although there has never been a shortage of people who sell themselves for money in the Lighthouse Country, with one party after another, the guests soon became bored with these handsome men and beautiful women who came down like an assembly line, and so there were more missing cases.

It was also at this time that the police targeted Baron Ruoton, but they only targeted him because they couldn't afford to offend him.

To put it bluntly, the police of the Beacon Country are nothing more than security guards hired by capital to maintain the normal operation of society. There is no problem with violent attacks on the lower classes, but raising their fists upwards is seeking death.

Baron Ruoton cannot be called the master behind the scenes of this country. Even though his family history is longer than this country, and even though he controls huge wealth worth hundreds of millions, compared with those real capital tycoons, he is still as immature as a child.

Even so, with Baron Rudon's identity, status, wealth and connections, the local police would not dare to offend him, especially in the absence of solid evidence.

The problem is that Baron Rudon has been going too far and has caused a lot of trouble recently, which has annoyed the local police. So he only received a call in a private capacity, which greatly reduced his vigilance and underestimated the danger, so he planned to turn this invasion into an impromptu party program.

After adjusting his high-end handmade suit, whose name most people don't even know, and wearing a mask that only covered half of his face, the tall and handsome Baron Rhodon walked onto the stage with a smile on his face.

As the lights came on and the music stopped, the handsome men and beautiful women dancing around the pillars came down one after another, and Baron Roton became the center of the stage. He opened his arms wantonly and spoke to the guests wearing masks of various colors.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest tonight, she is the superhero, Witch Number Nine!"

Many powerful people who thought something had happened suddenly became interested. Compared to ordinary people who were tired of playing, they were more interested in Witch No. 9 as a superhero. Many men had fallen into indescribable fantasies. Even some women became jealous after seeing the nearly perfect witch in the photo, and wanted very much to destroy this perfect masterpiece.

Sensing the change in the guests' mood, Baron Ruoton smiled slightly.

Although he didn't know what caused the curse to go wrong, his goal had been achieved. What he had to do next was to wait for a wonderful show to begin.

(End of this chapter)