Klein smiled and said, "This is just a coincidence, maybe fate arranged for us to get to know each other."

"Actually, we met in the underground trading market of the Dragon Bar, but you didn't pay attention to me at that time."

"Although you cleverly purchased the auxiliary materials of the sequence potion separately, for me who happens to know this formula, it is still worthy of attention."

Daxter suddenly exhaled, as if he had lost the motivation to defend himself: "So it's like this..."

"I thought I was cautious enough, unexpected, unexpected..."

After muttering a few words, he stared into Klein's eyes and said, "Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me. What's your real purpose?"

Klein said with a relaxed expression: "I'm different from other Nighthawks. I don't think every Extraordinary who doesn't belong to us is a potential criminal. This is unfair to those who yearn for order and kindness."

Daxter changed his sitting position, and said no longer so tensely: "If other Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart members can be like you, then the world will be peaceful."

"You know the members of Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart?" Klein pretended to be surprised. "This is not something that a person who strays into the Beyonder realm should know. There must be an organization behind you."

He leaned back and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Psychological Alchemist?"

While speaking, he leisurely looked at Daxter's face a little ugly.

"I can see that you are looking forward to my answer, but you still ignore some seemingly ordinary things and fall into your language trap..." Daxter whispered annoyedly.

He began to realize that the state of "spectator" is not omnipotent, and he can see the purpose of the other party, but it does not mean that he can figure out the specific details.

Klein rubbed the revolver of the pistol and said, "Doctor, we must communicate candidly. This can start with me."

"I don't think unmanaged Beyonders are potential criminals, but I agree with the registration and supervision of every Beyonder, which is to prevent the risk of loss of control and avoid more serious and dangerous situations."

"I won't disturb your normal life, I hope we can cooperate to a certain extent."

"Limited cooperation?" Daxter asked as if thinking.

Klein chuckled and said, "Yes, there is a limit."

"For example, report to me your own status on a regular basis. You know, many out-of-control incidents can be rescued when the situation is not so serious, and the Nighthawks have accumulated enough experience in this regard."

"For example, in your organization, among the Extraordinary people you know, if someone is about to endanger innocent people, please provide me with clues in time."

"For example, exchanging some things for something more useful to you is a benefit for you, and you should know the meaning of benefits."

"In addition, you don't have to worry anymore. You don't have to be afraid that one day you will suddenly be captured or killed by members of the Nighthawks, Punisher, and Mechanical Heart. You can enjoy your life peacefully and happily."

"We'll give you some identification items that you can use in those last, last-ditch moments."

Daxter listened silently, and after a while he asked, "You want me to betray my organization?"

"No, it's not betrayal." Klein Chen Ken said, "This is the protection of justice, morality, and kindness. You are preventing some evil, murderous, and bloody cases. Except for this aspect, I will not let you betray the secrets of your organization."

Dust thought about it carefully, and seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.

He was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out his right hand and said, "Happy cooperation."

Klein shook hands with the other party with his unarmed hand and said, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

He paused, then smiled lightly and said, "Doctor, you can tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society."

"Yes." Dust nodded. JrNovels.com