Neither he nor Leonard and Frye stopped the carriage immediately, allowing the driver to continue to drive forward, passing the target, far away from the target, as if passing by.

When he turned around and could no longer see the building, Leonard called to the coachman to stop the carriage.

"Klein, take this carriage back to Zouterland Street and replace the captain to help." Leonard snapped his fingers and looked at his teammates with a smile on his face.

Does this mean that I, a rookie, shouldn't be involved in such a dangerous thing? This guy is not bad... Klein was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what Leonard meant.

Frye nodded in agreement, "You just practiced fighting, and it's an auxiliary job."

"I know, and the guy who can cause so many deaths to hold the ceremony is definitely not easy to deal with. Only the captain can make things less scary..." Klein took a breath and agreed rationally.

Then, he looked at Leonard, then at Frye, squeezed out a smile and said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, I cherish my life very much. Before the captain arrives, we will only monitor and will not approach." Leonard chuckled lightly.

Frye said nothing, just picked up the suitcase.

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then took out a copper penny and said, "I will do a divination for you."

He silently said "Things here will have a good result", and popped up the coin while his eyes darkened.

when!

The coin turned up, rolled and fell, and firmly stuck to Klein's palm.

Klein opened his eyes and saw that the head of the king was facing upwards, he was immediately relieved.

"This is just a vague symbol, and there are other interpretations. The most important thing is always to be careful and prudent." He said to Frye and Leonard in the way of a fortuneteller.

Leonard turned around a long time ago, and jumped out of the carriage while waving his hands when he heard the words: "Like my eighty-year-old grandma..."

Frye nodded seriously, and walked down with the suitcase.

Watching the two teammates go to the target house, Klein touched the revolver in the gun pocket under his arm and said to the driver, "Zotland Street."

The time-hired coachman had no objection and let the horses go again.

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36 Zouterand Street.

When Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company, Roseanne, Mrs. Orianna and the others had already left work, and the place became extremely deserted and dim.

Dunn, who was wearing a black windbreaker, was sitting on the sofa in the reception area without lighting the gas lamp, as if he had blended into the lightless area.

"Found a clue?" He said in a mellow voice, which startled Klein, who was watching where the captain was.

Klein turned around quickly, looked into Dunn's gray eyes and said, "Yes, we..."

He quickly recounted Leonard's "bold guess", his own divination confirmation, and the subsequent field investigation.

As for Leonard's confidence, as for the specialness he explained, it is naturally unimportant.

Dunn interrupted from time to time to ask a question, and when it was over, he stood up abruptly and walked towards the door.

"Almost forgot, you stay here to prevent accidents." When he was about to go downstairs, he turned around and reminded.

"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly. JrNovels.com