Chapter: 674
After dinner, "Brave" bar, billiard room.
Klein was wearing a simple black coat that matched the style here, a dark peaked cap, and a glass of Southwell beer. He closed the door and walked across to Kaspers, who was bending over and trying to hit the ball. .
Before he forced a smile to say hello, Kaspers had stopped, straightened his body, and glanced at him: "Maric is not here."
"There's no extra you want for that kind of party."
"I have nothing but weapons."
...The routine is familiar... Fortunately, my purpose today is different... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm here to buy weapons."
Maric is not there again... It seems that this stronghold was exposed, was targeted by the enemy, and simply moved... Then I will not be able to contact Miss Bodyguard... and I plan to use it to fool Miller Carter's assistant It's Maric's living corpse... It's secretive, obedient, and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of being obedient is that the spirituality shields the influence of Azik's copper whistle... While speaking, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind .
Kaspers was a little surprised. He leaned on the cue suspiciously, rubbed his rosacea and said, "What weapon do you want to buy? Have you finished the previous bullets? You practiced a lot."
No, I use the extra bullets I bought at the Kragg Club for practice... Klein smiled and said, "I want to buy explosives, the kind that are widely used in mines."
"What do you want to do?" Kaspers blurted out, his expression becoming serious and serious, "I warn you, don't try to do something damn big! I won't allow my customers to provoke Severas Field ! Of course, you don't have to buy weapons from me."
Being able to be a black market weapons dealer and living up to now, to a certain extent, he is still very well-behaved, at least he will not sell things to that kind of crazy guy... Klein habitually gave the At the same time, he smiled and said: "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of the bank vault, nor do I intend to create a sensational news. I just help people demolish the building so that it can be remodeled later."
"Then why didn't he find a regular construction company?" Kaspers didn't relax his vigilance.
"Haha, that's a secret room. He doesn't want outsiders to know about it." Klein turned and asked, "Do you know any reliable blasting experts? I'm not good at this kind of thing. I'm afraid that the whole house will be destroyed." gone."
When Kaspers saw that the other party was still considering keeping the house intact, the doubts in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.
Just before he thought about answering, an illusory voice suddenly sounded in the room: "No need."
A familiar feeling emerged, and Klein hurriedly turned his head to look around, only to find that Miss Bodyguard had sat on a chair in the corner at some point.
She was still wearing a black gothic court dress and a small bonnet of the same color. Her face was as pale as ever, and her pale golden hair and delicate appearance complemented each other's strengths.
"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bowed slightly and saluted.
"Good evening, Ms. Sharon." Kaspers made the same gesture.
It turned out that her name was Sharon... Klein waited thoughtfully for the other party to speak.
The bodyguard lady named Sharon looked at Kaspers and said, "Maric will not come here again."
"If you want to find him for something, just leave a message according to the third method agreed upon."
"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Caspers, an old man who had clearly seen the storm, seemed to have an instinctive fear of Miss Bodyguard.
Hearing this, Klein interjected, "If, I mean, if, I want to ask Maric for help, how should I contact him?"
"Find Kaspers." Sharon replied very succinctly.
"Okay." Klein spread his hands and hummed, "What did you mean when you said that you don't need a blasting expert?"
Sharron's blue eyes did not fluctuate at all: "I am."
You are? Are you a demolition expert? Wait, aren't you a Extraordinary with special abilities, probably a Sequence 5? Why did he also work as a demolition expert... Klein froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question.
In the end, he chose to trust Miss Bodyguard, and said after deliberation: "I went to visit..."
Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Kaspers, meaning that the next topic was not suitable for this ordinary person. JrNovels.com
Klein was wearing a simple black coat that matched the style here, a dark peaked cap, and a glass of Southwell beer. He closed the door and walked across to Kaspers, who was bending over and trying to hit the ball. .
Before he forced a smile to say hello, Kaspers had stopped, straightened his body, and glanced at him: "Maric is not here."
"There's no extra you want for that kind of party."
"I have nothing but weapons."
...The routine is familiar... Fortunately, my purpose today is different... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm here to buy weapons."
Maric is not there again... It seems that this stronghold was exposed, was targeted by the enemy, and simply moved... Then I will not be able to contact Miss Bodyguard... and I plan to use it to fool Miller Carter's assistant It's Maric's living corpse... It's secretive, obedient, and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of being obedient is that the spirituality shields the influence of Azik's copper whistle... While speaking, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind .
Kaspers was a little surprised. He leaned on the cue suspiciously, rubbed his rosacea and said, "What weapon do you want to buy? Have you finished the previous bullets? You practiced a lot."
No, I use the extra bullets I bought at the Kragg Club for practice... Klein smiled and said, "I want to buy explosives, the kind that are widely used in mines."
"What do you want to do?" Kaspers blurted out, his expression becoming serious and serious, "I warn you, don't try to do something damn big! I won't allow my customers to provoke Severas Field ! Of course, you don't have to buy weapons from me."
Being able to be a black market weapons dealer and living up to now, to a certain extent, he is still very well-behaved, at least he will not sell things to that kind of crazy guy... Klein habitually gave the At the same time, he smiled and said: "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of the bank vault, nor do I intend to create a sensational news. I just help people demolish the building so that it can be remodeled later."
"Then why didn't he find a regular construction company?" Kaspers didn't relax his vigilance.
"Haha, that's a secret room. He doesn't want outsiders to know about it." Klein turned and asked, "Do you know any reliable blasting experts? I'm not good at this kind of thing. I'm afraid that the whole house will be destroyed." gone."
When Kaspers saw that the other party was still considering keeping the house intact, the doubts in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.
Just before he thought about answering, an illusory voice suddenly sounded in the room: "No need."
A familiar feeling emerged, and Klein hurriedly turned his head to look around, only to find that Miss Bodyguard had sat on a chair in the corner at some point.
She was still wearing a black gothic court dress and a small bonnet of the same color. Her face was as pale as ever, and her pale golden hair and delicate appearance complemented each other's strengths.
"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bowed slightly and saluted.
"Good evening, Ms. Sharon." Kaspers made the same gesture.
It turned out that her name was Sharon... Klein waited thoughtfully for the other party to speak.
The bodyguard lady named Sharon looked at Kaspers and said, "Maric will not come here again."
"If you want to find him for something, just leave a message according to the third method agreed upon."
"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Caspers, an old man who had clearly seen the storm, seemed to have an instinctive fear of Miss Bodyguard.
Hearing this, Klein interjected, "If, I mean, if, I want to ask Maric for help, how should I contact him?"
"Find Kaspers." Sharon replied very succinctly.
"Okay." Klein spread his hands and hummed, "What did you mean when you said that you don't need a blasting expert?"
Sharron's blue eyes did not fluctuate at all: "I am."
You are? Are you a demolition expert? Wait, aren't you a Extraordinary with special abilities, probably a Sequence 5? Why did he also work as a demolition expert... Klein froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question.
In the end, he chose to trust Miss Bodyguard, and said after deliberation: "I went to visit..."
Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Kaspers, meaning that the next topic was not suitable for this ordinary person. JrNovels.com
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