Klein controlled his emotional reaction, and quietly listened to the old man's introduction, but such an underground transaction actually contained less than thirty extraordinary materials.

After touching the 7-pound bill in his pocket, and thinking about Miss Justice's attitude towards the 1,000-pound bill, Klein stood up silently and sighed, "Unfortunately, there is nothing I want."

Without waiting for the old man to ask, he quickly turned around, opened the partition door, and walked out.

Back in the underground trading market, Klein stared ahead for a few seconds, and said with a wry smile in his heart, "I'm probably the poorest secret organization boss..."

This made him more determined to obtain materials from inside the Nighthawks or exchange them with justice and the Hanged Man.

After walking around the underground trading market twice, Klein selected and purchased materials for making talismans, such as semi-finished silver pieces, such as herbal powder and natural ore corresponding to the ritual, which cost him a total of 1 pound 15 soli.

There was a total of 5 pounds 10 solis left in the private house, and 1 pound 10 solis left after deducting the entrusted balance... Klein silently calculated his financial situation, feeling helpless.

Of course, he is very clear that this is because he has only worked for more than a month. If the time is extended to one year, more than one hundred pounds can still be saved.

"In another two weeks, I have to tell Benson and Melissa that my salary has increased by 3 pounds, and I can hire a handyman... In this way, I will have no private money..." Klein walked towards the underground trading market while thinking. main entrance.

At this moment, he saw Old Neil in a black classic robe slowly walking in.

"All bought?" Old Neil greeted with a smile.

"Yes." Klein replied frankly.

Old Neil suddenly clicked his tongue: "It's really early for you to come."

"It's because I'm still hungry, and you've already had dinner." Klein exchanged greetings with Old Neil very casually.

After a while, Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar wearing a navy officer uniform, came in from outside, approached the two with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice, "I need your help."

"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Klein couldn't help but raise his heart.

Swain, with disheveled brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol, replied in a deep voice: "A member of the 'Punisher' team has lost control nearby. We must deal with him before he causes harm to ordinary people!"

out of control? Klein's heart tightened, and he almost blurted out the question.

Although Dunn and Old Neil often emphasized the harm and probability of losing control in front of him, this was still the first time he encountered similar things, and he was a little panicked, a little dazed, a little scared, a little sad, and felt very complicated.

"A quarter of the incidents dealt with each year are Extraordinary's out of control... And a large part of this quarter is our teammates..." Dunn's words once flashed in his mind, making His reactions seemed to slow down.

On the other hand, Old Neil, who had experienced too many similar incidents, immediately asked, "Where is the out-of-control person? What do we need?"

Klein was taken aback when he heard this. He thought that a slippery and lazy "semi-retired person" like Old Neil would find excuses to reject Swain's request, or try to help out by extorting a large sum of benefits. He never expected that the other party would actually Without hesitation at all, he directly entered the state of participation, not caring about the difference between Nighthawks and Punishers at all.

Looking at Old Neil with a serious expression, Klein suddenly understood one thing, that is, no matter the Nighthawks, Punishers, or members of the Mechanical Heart, the goal is to prevent the extraordinary power from harming the innocent and protect the city of Tingen. Safety and stability, if you encounter a dangerous and urgent situation, your responsibility is incumbent!

At this time, Swain replied unusually briefly: "Be my assistant!"

He didn't explain why he got out of control, and where the out-of-control person was, and walked quickly towards the exit.

The former "Punisher" captain was obviously just an old man addicted to alcoholism, but Klein found that he couldn't keep up with the opponent's footsteps and had to trot to barely stay behind.

He glanced sideways at Old Neil, and saw that the "Secret Peer" who was showing signs of aging also started running.

The three of them didn't care about the guards' gazes along the way. One was wearing an old navy uniform, the other was wearing a dark classical robe, and the third was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker. They rushed out of the billiard room and out of the dragon. bar.

The customers who were drinking, betting and refueling instinctively looked away from the dogs catching mice, and glanced at Klein and the others.

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