Chapter: 623
Before going out, Klein tossed a coin casually and asked if it would be unfavorable to go to the "Brave Bar" today.
After getting a negative answer, he looked around and whispered into the air: "Is someone monitoring me today?"
After a few seconds of silence, Miss Bodyguard's illusory voice suddenly came from behind him: "No."
Klein subconsciously looked back, but still couldn't find Miss Bodyguard.
His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he couldn't help but hey in his heart:
MI9 didn't put me on the suspect list at all!
After confirming that Rosago had never looked for me, he completely threw me aside.
Should I feel honored, or should I feel insulted?
That's right, a detective who is busy looking for cats and rapists can't be related to assassinating a country's ambassador, killing a Sequence 5 powerhouse, etc...
Moreover, MI9 more or less monitored me for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggling to save myself were all seen by them. Obviously, they could not cause substantial harm to the ambassador...
Amidst his thoughts, Klein put on a half-height silk top hat, put on a black silver-inlaid cane, and walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. At a cost of 2 soli, he took a rented carriage to the "Brave" on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area. or bar".
He was familiar with the inside, passing through the drinkers around the boxing ring shouting cheers, came to the bar, and knocked on the table: "A glass of Southwell beer."
The bartender looked up at him and muttered, "Kaspers is in card room number three."
Klein smiled, put out five 1-penny copper coins, and pushed them to the other party.
Then, he took the wooden cup, drank the white and fine foam Southwell beer, bypassed the two most crowded, lively and sweaty arenas, and knocked on the door of No. 3 card room.
Kaspers was playing no-limit hold'em with a bunch of guys, stacks of banknotes piled high in front of him, and yellow coins dazzled.
Noticing Klein's gaze, the black market weapons dealer with a huge scar on his face twitched his big red nose, and said casually: "I don't like to use chips, it makes me feel unreal, or the texture of banknotes and the weight of coins It makes people intoxicated, as good as being a woman!"
After muttering this sentence, Caspers frowned slightly: "What are you doing again?"
Klein didn't answer directly, but nuzui gestured to speak outside.
"Damn! I'm going to empty them out! Shit, I won't follow!" Caspers threw the two cards in front of him into the middle, then limped to the door, and said to Klein, " You better have a good reason!"
After leaving the card room and coming to the corner, Klein lowered his voice and said, "I want to know when the latest party is. It's the same as last time."
Kaspers looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't Maric talk to you?"
"It's not about hiring a bodyguard. It's because I'm interested in that kind of, hehe, you know." Klein said the whole truth.
Kaspers hesitated and said: "There is a party tonight, the organizer is still the same as last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour, I will go to inform them first, you showed your credibility last time, I think there is a problem Not big."
"No problem, I will pay you." Klein touched the money in his pocket.
"It's only 1 pound this time." Caspers said I was very generous.
"It's worth it." The corners of Klein's mouth turned up at the same time.
After paying the fee, he found a seat and sat down, drinking Southwell beer with strong wheat fragrance, while admiring the contest in the boxing ring.
"I can put them both down at the same time..." Klein quickly came to such a conclusion.
After more than ten minutes, Caspers returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a low voice: "That side agreed." JrNovels.com
After getting a negative answer, he looked around and whispered into the air: "Is someone monitoring me today?"
After a few seconds of silence, Miss Bodyguard's illusory voice suddenly came from behind him: "No."
Klein subconsciously looked back, but still couldn't find Miss Bodyguard.
His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he couldn't help but hey in his heart:
MI9 didn't put me on the suspect list at all!
After confirming that Rosago had never looked for me, he completely threw me aside.
Should I feel honored, or should I feel insulted?
That's right, a detective who is busy looking for cats and rapists can't be related to assassinating a country's ambassador, killing a Sequence 5 powerhouse, etc...
Moreover, MI9 more or less monitored me for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggling to save myself were all seen by them. Obviously, they could not cause substantial harm to the ambassador...
Amidst his thoughts, Klein put on a half-height silk top hat, put on a black silver-inlaid cane, and walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. At a cost of 2 soli, he took a rented carriage to the "Brave" on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area. or bar".
He was familiar with the inside, passing through the drinkers around the boxing ring shouting cheers, came to the bar, and knocked on the table: "A glass of Southwell beer."
The bartender looked up at him and muttered, "Kaspers is in card room number three."
Klein smiled, put out five 1-penny copper coins, and pushed them to the other party.
Then, he took the wooden cup, drank the white and fine foam Southwell beer, bypassed the two most crowded, lively and sweaty arenas, and knocked on the door of No. 3 card room.
Kaspers was playing no-limit hold'em with a bunch of guys, stacks of banknotes piled high in front of him, and yellow coins dazzled.
Noticing Klein's gaze, the black market weapons dealer with a huge scar on his face twitched his big red nose, and said casually: "I don't like to use chips, it makes me feel unreal, or the texture of banknotes and the weight of coins It makes people intoxicated, as good as being a woman!"
After muttering this sentence, Caspers frowned slightly: "What are you doing again?"
Klein didn't answer directly, but nuzui gestured to speak outside.
"Damn! I'm going to empty them out! Shit, I won't follow!" Caspers threw the two cards in front of him into the middle, then limped to the door, and said to Klein, " You better have a good reason!"
After leaving the card room and coming to the corner, Klein lowered his voice and said, "I want to know when the latest party is. It's the same as last time."
Kaspers looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't Maric talk to you?"
"It's not about hiring a bodyguard. It's because I'm interested in that kind of, hehe, you know." Klein said the whole truth.
Kaspers hesitated and said: "There is a party tonight, the organizer is still the same as last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour, I will go to inform them first, you showed your credibility last time, I think there is a problem Not big."
"No problem, I will pay you." Klein touched the money in his pocket.
"It's only 1 pound this time." Caspers said I was very generous.
"It's worth it." The corners of Klein's mouth turned up at the same time.
After paying the fee, he found a seat and sat down, drinking Southwell beer with strong wheat fragrance, while admiring the contest in the boxing ring.
"I can put them both down at the same time..." Klein quickly came to such a conclusion.
After more than ten minutes, Caspers returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a low voice: "That side agreed." JrNovels.com
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