"Sainz, you don't understand because you don't know enough..." Alger whispered silently.

At the same time, Audrey completed the second preparation with fear.

Looking at the silver potion that was no different from before, she was so moved that she almost shed tears.

Huh, she took a small sip and quickly drank the "spectator" potion.

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A torrential downpour hit Tingen on Friday, pattering against all the windows.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, Roseanne, and Brett sat on the sofa in the reception hall, enjoying the lunch on the table.

Because there is only a stove for boiling water, there is no way to heat leftovers, and it is impossible for Klein to eat black bread every day, or take a public carriage to go back�that way, after he walks from Iron Cross Street to Welch�s residence in the afternoon, he has to think about it. Returning by car was a waste of money, so I had to follow Luo Shan and other colleagues to eat so-called "office meals".

��The nearby Old Well restaurant will send a waiter over on time at 10:30 every day to ask how many people here need lunch. The utensils are in full bloom, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will come back to ask if I have ordered dinner and collect the tableware.

Such "meals" include meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the portions are not very large, they can barely satisfy a person. A meal ranges from 7p to 10p, and there are different grades.

Klein was cheeky and chose the 7p one every time. Usually, there was half a pound of oatmeal bread, a small piece of meat in different ways, a spoonful of thick soup with vegetables, and a little cream or butter.

"Today there is only one Nighthawk..." Luo Shan put the thick soup into her mouth with a spoon.

"I heard that there was a case in the Jinwutong District, and there were sectarian elements, so the police department invited two night watchers over..." Bright put down the bread and said.

Klein dipped the last gravy in the remaining oatmeal bread and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Inside the cuff of his left hand, there is a silver chain with topaz hanging indistinctly.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the half-closed door.

"...Please come in." Luo Shan froze for a moment, put the spoon away, quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, got up and said.

The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a half-top hat and a black suit whose left shoulder was wet entered.

With gray temples and a folded umbrella in his hand, he looked at Klein and the others and said, "This is the former mercenary team?"

"You can say that." Roseanne replied familiarly.

The tall and thin man coughed and said, "I have a task to entrust."

There is a task I would like to entrust... I am afraid you have found the wrong place... The brand of this security company is really just a brand...

Hearing the visitor's words, Klein immediately suppressed his complaints, only regretting that there are no forums and bullet screens here to communicate.

However, he quickly remembered that he had asked similar things before, and the captain's answer was, if there is time, why not answer it? The money earned can be used as the small treasury of the team and the welfare of the participants.

Luo Shan rolled her eyes, thought for a moment and said: "Our security personnel are all on mission, and the fastest will take at least an hour to come back. If your matter is not urgent, you can consider it."

Among the six official members of the Nighthawks, Captain Dunn Smith was invited to the church by the bishop, and he didn't know what to discuss. Leonard Mitchell was guarding the "Chanis Gate" for him.

"Corpse Collector" Frye and "Sleepless Man" Luoyao Laiting have gone to Jinwutong District to cooperate with the police department in investigating a theft case with sectarian elements. The "Midnight Poet" Sika Teon went to the "Raphael Cemetery" on the outskirts of the North District for daily inspections.

As for the remaining two Beyonders, Old Neil was getting older and weaker, and hadn't been on a mission for a long time, while Klein was still a beginner, and he was a real half-assed in every respect.

"Not here..." The tall and thin man with gray sideburns and carrying an umbrella darkened his face, took off his hat, bowed and said, "Excuse me, goodbye."

He turned around, walked out of the door, and left No. 36 Zouterand Street along the stairs amidst the sound of pattering rain and whistling wind. JrNovels.com