"Ordinary, ordinary is fine." The person Klein met last time used the lowest quality type, and the whole glass of "half and half" was only two and a half pennies.

"Four and a half pennies." The bartender saw Klein arranging the brass-colored coins on the bar, and then turned back to mix the drink, and said casually, "Looking for Caspers again? He's not here anymore , His business was robbed."

"Huh?" Klein didn't expect to get such an answer.

Before the bartender could answer, a man next to him with a protruding mouth laughed and said, "Yes, Kaspers was driven away by us!"

"Heh, how can he, a lame old man, be able to do this kind of business?"

"If you want anything, just come to us, our boss."

Gang fire and incident? Klein subconsciously came up with the idea that he wanted to reject the other party's proposal.

But immediately, he thought of another possibility: "Could it be that the Rose School of Thought deliberately recruited gangsters to suppress Kaspers, thereby forcing out Maric and Miss Sharon behind him, and letting them jump into the trap?"

Well, the probability is not low. Kaspers has been a black market arms dealer here for a long time, and he definitely cannot be driven away by others. Some time ago, because of the continuous occurrence of serial murders, the atmosphere in Backlund was very tense. Quite tense, the Rose School of Thought, or other hidden forces, in short, they are looking for people like Maric and Miss Sharron, they must not dare to kill psychics rashly, and get answers-this will create a lot of murders, because they obviously only have some As for the suspect, it is temporarily impossible to confirm who has the means to contact Miss Sharron and Maric... Klein swallowed the words, and asked, "Can you find out the price first, and then decide whether to buy it?"

He intends to observe the forces of ordinary people who occupy the black market in the Bar of the Brave, and if he finds any problems, he can sell Kaspers, Sharon, and Maric to them as a favor.

Anyway, Klein didn't want to have a conflict, but was just going to follow the normal process to examine and examine, so there was no risk of risk.

"Okay, the only requirement is." The man raised his hand and made a zip movement in front of the protruding mouth.

"No problem." As soon as Klein finished his answer, he saw "half and half" placed in front of him, and the copper penny was taken away by the bartender.

In the spirit of not wasting, he took a few sips and his brows gradually gathered.

It's not the taste I imagined, the alcohol is too strong, the grape flavor is too weak... Klein put down his wine glass, and followed the man to the No. 3 billiard room where Kaspers used to stay.

When he was about to reach the door, he suddenly thought of another thing: "As a person who doesn't know much information, I can guess that this is a trap. I don't know how long Miss Sharon and Maric have been hunted down. Will it be unclear? They will definitely not come forward..."

"However, Kaspers knows more than one Beyonder. He has connections with several Beyonder circles. He may find another helper, so things will be a bit complicated."

At this moment, the man with the protruding mouth stopped at the door of the billiard room, and Klein, who was distracted, almost bumped into him.

He pointed inside and said, "Wait a minute, don't talk nonsense, our boss has a bad temper."

"The entire Backlund Bridge area and Kadong District know it"

"Okay." Klein nodded lightly.

The man with the protruding mouth turned around in satisfaction, and pushed open the door of the billiard room.

As the door opened, Klein saw a figure hanging in the air, shaking slightly.

It was a big man with beards all over his face, and he had a rope around his neck, which was tightly strung to death.

His feet left the ground, the tip of his tongue was exposed, his face was blue and purple, and his expression was abnormally distorted.

"Boss..." the man with the protruding mouth yelled in disbelief.

As soon as Backlund's tense atmosphere disappeared, someone made a move... Klein glanced sideways at the opponent's subordinates, and solemnly drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest: "May God rest in peace."

"I hope his temper can be cured by this."

The man with the protruding mouth didn't listen to what he was saying, and suddenly shouted: "Boss!"

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