Chapter: 569
"3 pounds and 10 soli." Kaspers quoted the price, "It must be more expensive than a regular weapon store, and it includes the risk I take."
"Deal." Klein took out five 1-pound banknotes that he had prepared earlier from his trouser pocket, and counted four of them to the other party.
Kaspers checked the authenticity casually, nodded and said: "You are more refreshing than your appearance, wait for me for five minutes."
He put the money on the billiard table, leaned on the pole, and limped towards the door.
After watching Caspers go out, Klein looked back at the currently popular billiards in a bored manner, and found that they were very consistent with the mature snooker on Earth.
It must be you, Great Emperor Roselle... He almost shook his head and laughed.
After waiting for a while, Kaspers pushed open the door and entered, holding an item wrapped in brown paper and two 5-soul banknotes in his hand.
Klein took the money and things, opened them on the spot, and saw a silver-white revolver with a long barrel in his eyes. Its handle seemed to be made of walnut.
In addition, there are fifty yellow bullets neatly placed in the box.
Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm pouch he had bought earlier, then packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Kaspers, and said after deliberation: "What if I want to hire a powerful bodyguard, who should I find?"
"Very powerful, the kind that surpasses the limits of human beings."
Kaspers rubbed his big red nose, his gaze became cold.
He looked at Klein seriously for two minutes, using a silent attitude to create a terrifying sense of oppression: "I can ask for you, but there is no guarantee that someone will take up this task."
It seems that I know more than one Extraordinary... Klein raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No matter what the result is, please allow me to express my thanks in advance."
Caspers put away the banknotes on the billiard table, and walked out again. After ten minutes, he returned to the room, and Klein had already finished the large glass of Southwell beer in boredom.
"He wants to meet you before making a decision." Kaspers said in a deep voice.
"No problem. If it were me, I would have to evaluate the difficulty of the task first." Klein nodded with a smile.
He followed Kaspers, who was struggling to walk, through the crowded side of the ring and into the bar near the kitchen.
Kaspers suddenly stopped, knocked on a door, and after waiting for permission, led Klein to push the door and enter.
It's a poker room with a dozen guys playing Texas Hold'em.
Seeing Kaspers and Klein come in, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up, while the other players who were playing cards stopped, and none of them made a sound.
With a glance, Klein frowned slightly.
He found that except for the man who stood up, the rest of the card players had an indescribably strange smell, their faces were pale, and their eyes were like beasts.
Tapping his left teeth twice, Klein quietly activated his spirit vision.
His muscles tensed suddenly, and he almost couldn't control his expression, because the auras of those card players were all dark black!
This means that among the dozen or so people playing cards, except for the man who got up, the rest are all dead!
No, it's not just a dead person, a dead person has no aura color!
These are living corpses!
A rotten feeling rushed over his face, and the man in the white shirt and black vest walked in front of Klein.
His face was also pale, and there seemed to be a lot of malice in his eyes. JrNovels.com
"Deal." Klein took out five 1-pound banknotes that he had prepared earlier from his trouser pocket, and counted four of them to the other party.
Kaspers checked the authenticity casually, nodded and said: "You are more refreshing than your appearance, wait for me for five minutes."
He put the money on the billiard table, leaned on the pole, and limped towards the door.
After watching Caspers go out, Klein looked back at the currently popular billiards in a bored manner, and found that they were very consistent with the mature snooker on Earth.
It must be you, Great Emperor Roselle... He almost shook his head and laughed.
After waiting for a while, Kaspers pushed open the door and entered, holding an item wrapped in brown paper and two 5-soul banknotes in his hand.
Klein took the money and things, opened them on the spot, and saw a silver-white revolver with a long barrel in his eyes. Its handle seemed to be made of walnut.
In addition, there are fifty yellow bullets neatly placed in the box.
Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm pouch he had bought earlier, then packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Kaspers, and said after deliberation: "What if I want to hire a powerful bodyguard, who should I find?"
"Very powerful, the kind that surpasses the limits of human beings."
Kaspers rubbed his big red nose, his gaze became cold.
He looked at Klein seriously for two minutes, using a silent attitude to create a terrifying sense of oppression: "I can ask for you, but there is no guarantee that someone will take up this task."
It seems that I know more than one Extraordinary... Klein raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No matter what the result is, please allow me to express my thanks in advance."
Caspers put away the banknotes on the billiard table, and walked out again. After ten minutes, he returned to the room, and Klein had already finished the large glass of Southwell beer in boredom.
"He wants to meet you before making a decision." Kaspers said in a deep voice.
"No problem. If it were me, I would have to evaluate the difficulty of the task first." Klein nodded with a smile.
He followed Kaspers, who was struggling to walk, through the crowded side of the ring and into the bar near the kitchen.
Kaspers suddenly stopped, knocked on a door, and after waiting for permission, led Klein to push the door and enter.
It's a poker room with a dozen guys playing Texas Hold'em.
Seeing Kaspers and Klein come in, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up, while the other players who were playing cards stopped, and none of them made a sound.
With a glance, Klein frowned slightly.
He found that except for the man who stood up, the rest of the card players had an indescribably strange smell, their faces were pale, and their eyes were like beasts.
Tapping his left teeth twice, Klein quietly activated his spirit vision.
His muscles tensed suddenly, and he almost couldn't control his expression, because the auras of those card players were all dark black!
This means that among the dozen or so people playing cards, except for the man who got up, the rest are all dead!
No, it's not just a dead person, a dead person has no aura color!
These are living corpses!
A rotten feeling rushed over his face, and the man in the white shirt and black vest walked in front of Klein.
His face was also pale, and there seemed to be a lot of malice in his eyes. JrNovels.com
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