Chapter: 1738
No way... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, resisting the urge to smile wryly, and turned sideways to look at the place where the voice came from.
Five people appeared at the door. The leader had black hair and brown pupils. He had a deep face with rigid lines, very characteristic of Loen, and looked about in his early forties.
His expression was stern and majestic, which made everyone in the bar unconsciously quiet down again.
And the three men and one woman behind him were all wearing windbreakers, holding a revolver undisguisedly, as if there was any abnormality, they would aim and shoot instantly.
I don't know him, he's not on any arrest warrant, and he doesn't have any bounties... Klein muttered, maintaining his posture as an audience.
The five intruders suddenly dispersed, came to different drinkers respectively, bent slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another: "Where is 'Silver Coin Viper' Odell?"
The drinkers were hesitating whether to answer or not, when they saw Heiyou's muzzle pointed at themselves, and the handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.
"He, they're going to the second floor!" The drinkers who were asked pointed to the stairs almost at the same time.
Someone is really tracking Odell, is this to deal with the "Queen of Mysteries", or did "Silver Coin Viper" do something on his own? Or, because of the mysterious man next to him wearing a hood and eating candy? Klein took another sip of beer and watched as four of the intruders went to the second floor, while the remaining one stayed where they were and continued to question.
Soon, the latter grasped the situation that Odell asked Denier to buy the ticket, and immediately walked to the skinny and dark black market dealer, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy the ticket to?"
Denier did not rely on his extensive network to show off his strength,
Squeezing out a smile, he said, "He didn't say clearly, the request is ten tickets, each belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pritz Harbor."
"Really?" The inquirer was an aggressive man in his twenties.
Denier whispered back, "You can ask everyone here, they've heard it all."
"Shit!" The man pushed Denier angrily, then turned and walked towards other drinkers.
Denir couldn't stand stably, staggered back, and was about to fall. The back of his head hit the edge of a small round table, and then he felt more strength in his shoulders, and his body immediately regained his balance.
He subconsciously looked sideways, and saw that it was the guest who bought a black boat ticket with a fake ID just now.
"Thank you, this group of damned military hyenas!" Denir thanked first, then gritted his teeth in a low voice.
It was Klein who supported him. He didn't want any accidents for the "ticket dealer", after all, he had already paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.
Of course, it is also his habit to take advantage of innocent people who are affected.
Military hyenas? In Bayam, this description often means that the target is someone from MI9... What did "Silver Coin Viper" Odell do? Klein muttered to himself silently, ruling out the possibility of someone targeting the "Queen of Mysteries".
Because for the Loen military, this doesn't make any sense.
While his thoughts were spinning, the members of MI9 who were heading to the second floor hurried downstairs. While heading straight for the door, they said to their companions, "I jumped out of the window and ran away!"
This group of people came and went in a hurry, and the noise in the bar quickly resumed, only the slightly shaking door showed the unrest just now.
Klein finally got the fake identity certificate and black boat ticket, so he no longer has to worry about being interrupted by accident.
After paying the remaining 15 pounds in cash, he left the seaweed bar and returned to the ordinary hotel he was renting.
"John Yold... Isn't this name too convenient? Before returning to Backlund, I have to get a more authentic identification." Klein flipped through the next series of identification documents and threw them away. into the suitcase.
He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow and start the last sea voyage of this "journey".
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
Who? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door. JrNovels.com
Five people appeared at the door. The leader had black hair and brown pupils. He had a deep face with rigid lines, very characteristic of Loen, and looked about in his early forties.
His expression was stern and majestic, which made everyone in the bar unconsciously quiet down again.
And the three men and one woman behind him were all wearing windbreakers, holding a revolver undisguisedly, as if there was any abnormality, they would aim and shoot instantly.
I don't know him, he's not on any arrest warrant, and he doesn't have any bounties... Klein muttered, maintaining his posture as an audience.
The five intruders suddenly dispersed, came to different drinkers respectively, bent slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another: "Where is 'Silver Coin Viper' Odell?"
The drinkers were hesitating whether to answer or not, when they saw Heiyou's muzzle pointed at themselves, and the handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.
"He, they're going to the second floor!" The drinkers who were asked pointed to the stairs almost at the same time.
Someone is really tracking Odell, is this to deal with the "Queen of Mysteries", or did "Silver Coin Viper" do something on his own? Or, because of the mysterious man next to him wearing a hood and eating candy? Klein took another sip of beer and watched as four of the intruders went to the second floor, while the remaining one stayed where they were and continued to question.
Soon, the latter grasped the situation that Odell asked Denier to buy the ticket, and immediately walked to the skinny and dark black market dealer, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy the ticket to?"
Denier did not rely on his extensive network to show off his strength,
Squeezing out a smile, he said, "He didn't say clearly, the request is ten tickets, each belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pritz Harbor."
"Really?" The inquirer was an aggressive man in his twenties.
Denier whispered back, "You can ask everyone here, they've heard it all."
"Shit!" The man pushed Denier angrily, then turned and walked towards other drinkers.
Denir couldn't stand stably, staggered back, and was about to fall. The back of his head hit the edge of a small round table, and then he felt more strength in his shoulders, and his body immediately regained his balance.
He subconsciously looked sideways, and saw that it was the guest who bought a black boat ticket with a fake ID just now.
"Thank you, this group of damned military hyenas!" Denir thanked first, then gritted his teeth in a low voice.
It was Klein who supported him. He didn't want any accidents for the "ticket dealer", after all, he had already paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.
Of course, it is also his habit to take advantage of innocent people who are affected.
Military hyenas? In Bayam, this description often means that the target is someone from MI9... What did "Silver Coin Viper" Odell do? Klein muttered to himself silently, ruling out the possibility of someone targeting the "Queen of Mysteries".
Because for the Loen military, this doesn't make any sense.
While his thoughts were spinning, the members of MI9 who were heading to the second floor hurried downstairs. While heading straight for the door, they said to their companions, "I jumped out of the window and ran away!"
This group of people came and went in a hurry, and the noise in the bar quickly resumed, only the slightly shaking door showed the unrest just now.
Klein finally got the fake identity certificate and black boat ticket, so he no longer has to worry about being interrupted by accident.
After paying the remaining 15 pounds in cash, he left the seaweed bar and returned to the ordinary hotel he was renting.
"John Yold... Isn't this name too convenient? Before returning to Backlund, I have to get a more authentic identification." Klein flipped through the next series of identification documents and threw them away. into the suitcase.
He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow and start the last sea voyage of this "journey".
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
Who? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door. JrNovels.com
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