Durin's Diary

Chapter 606 Information Exchange
The old elk of Sulem Forest Farm was listening to the king's angry curse.

Of course, he just listened to the scolding, after all, he was not the one being scolded - the Department of Homeland Security had just opened in recent years, and a lot of young people were transferred from the Sulem Forest Farm. Young people were energetic and efficient, but from the perspective of getting into trouble, they also had their own unique characteristics.

It's so exciting! After so many years, the King of the Clegane family once again blurted out the highest national curse of the old Sidney era, "You look like a red-haired baboon in Sicily."

It’s okay, it’s not me that’s being scolded anyway.

When the old elk heard this, he almost hummed.

However, there is a proverb in Changtang that goes, "Extreme joy leads to sorrow." You see, this is where the problem comes from.

"Giant Horn! Have your men passed through?"

"It's over. Melissa and Royce, my best detective and her loyal and reliable assistant who returned."

"Royce, I've heard of him. An old dog who lived and retired at Sulem Forest Farm. How could he accept rehire?" Huck was a little puzzled. "Does he think hell isn't exciting enough?"

"What are you talking about? As long as Lucky Royce can work in Sulem for one more day, everyone will be more motivated than ever." said the old elk with a smile.

"Well, have they found anything wrong with their investigation now?"

"They should be here soon." The old elk glanced at his pocket watch and said, "Your Majesty, I know you are anxious, but it has already happened..."

"Your son is not dead!"

"Yes, my son is in the army and is now in the wilderness. He is at sea every day. If he died, I believe I would not be able to see him."

Faced with the old elk's rebuttal, their majesty took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty, this incident happened very suddenly. Before today, we never knew that there would be someone in this land crazy enough to kill the crown prince. To be honest, if I were an assassin, I would choose your other children." The old elk was also desperate.

Huck was no longer angry after he was so direct. He sat on the chair and sighed, "I locked my wife in the room after she came back. Now my eldest son died inexplicably, and I can't even find my enemy."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, there aren't many guns or people in this land that can fire at such a distance."

"Yes."

As he was speaking, a eunuch came running over with a report.

"Firsthand intelligence from Nice: half a gun barrel has been found. It's been photographed and delivered via a surgical procedure."

So the three of them gathered around the table.

The first person to look at the intelligence was His Majesty the King. After reading it, he shook his head and handed the intelligence to his old brother from the Department of Homeland Security.

The latter looked at it for a while, and finally pushed the information in front of the old elk in silence.

Only half of the barrel was visible, but it could be confirmed that this was a 20mm large hunting rifle produced in the North, specially used to deal with Chaos Giants. A shot to the torso could cause fatal injuries.

If you use this thing to hit someone, you will definitely kill them with one shot without making a sound. No wonder the crown prince who just passed away is missing a head.

It has been calculated that if the 20mm bullet hits the torso, the loss will be even greater.

"Over 2,500 meters away, it's hard to find a shooter like that." "But the intelligence has confirmed that Ms. Melinda didn't have the chance to strike. Eleven church leaders were watching her. It would be hard for anyone to justify this lie." The older brother said, "As for the gun, the intelligence is correct. To be honest, I have one like it at home. I use it to shoot tall-hoofed buffalo. A three-ton animal can be killed with one shot."

King Hake looked at the old elk.

The old elk nodded. "I've bought one of these before. Duke Alessandro sells these hunting rifles almost openly to any hunter who needs them. No background checks are required. When I bought it, I just said I like shooting, and they sold it to me."

Their Majesty sighed. "The men escaped from the sewers of the Old Era. According to the agents on the scene, they heard gunfire and hit a target, but the subsequent explosion blew their superior across the road, and he was reportedly seriously injured."

"Yes, the news has spread. Link Bogdan, a young man from the Bogdan family, worked at the Sulem Forest Farm for two years before being transferred to the Department of Homeland Security. Because the Crown Prince was speeding and arriving at the scene before our group, they discovered the shooting position. When Link was about to climb over the wall to enter the bell tower, he was hit by the shockwave of the explosion and was seriously injured. He has already received two critical illness notices."

When talking about this, the old brother no longer stutters.

The old elk was also very sad: "Link is a very outstanding young man. His mentor is Royce. He likes this young man very much. If Homeland Security didn't need him, he said he wouldn't let Link leave."

"Do everything possible to save him. A father has already lost his eldest son today. We can't let another father lose his youngest son." Huck said this and slumped down in the chair. "You guys go out and let me rest for a while."

So the two old guys walked out.

In the corridor, Old Elk offered a cigarette to his old brother. The latter took the cigarette and sighed: "The problem is likely with Jun Gu."

"I heard about it, but I reported that there is no problem."

"There are too many military orphans at Sulem Forest Farm. Homeland Security..." "You talk like there are too many military orphans at your Homeland Security Department. Not every young man is Link Bogdan."

When the two old men said this, the old elk took out a lighter and lit cigarettes for his two brothers and himself.

"Lord Durin must have been involved. I heard he just established a branch of the Chamber of Commerce in Nice, and he's using the name of the Eastern Elf Territory. That's a big deal. Do you dare to investigate?"

"You say that as if you dare."

After exchanging glances, the two old men took a deep puff of their cigarettes in unison.

"The gunners are definitely not from the Jungu side. No matter how much they train, they only have small-caliber weapons. They might be lethal at close to medium range, but they don't usually have access to good rifles. Sharpshooters are made by being fed bullets."

"I heard that Lord Du Lin's Chamber of Commerce has also established a shooting club, but the time is too short. Even the best marksman can't train in just half a month."

After the two old men exchanged information, they listened to the sobbing sounds coming from the hall and finally walked out in unison.

"We have a lot of problems. The royal family is too obsessed with balance, the military has too much power, and the nobles don't want to be sidelined. It seems that the problem of military orphans is no longer a small problem for a few frustrated young people. This problem may detonate the entire land." The old elk said this and looked at his old brother. "Do you have any solutions?"

He shook his head.

"If I had my way, I wouldn't be a red-haired baboon in Sicily."

The tailless monkey sighed helplessly.

That's right.

(End of this chapter)