This is because I'm afraid I'll be robbed... Klein thanked him sincerely, walked out of the living room under the guidance of the waiter, and impatiently took off his hooded robe and iron mask.

He had tried it just now, wrapping and sealing it with spirituality, which could isolate the "Sun Brooch" from continuously purifying the surroundings and prevent its existence from being discovered by other Extraordinary people, but the negative effects could not be weakened unless it was not worn on the body.

In order to ensure my mental health, I will only use it when I need it in the future. The "purification bullet and exorcism bullet" is usually enough... Klein left the meeting place, made a big circle, and came outside the Bar of the Brave.

He went in and turned around, then came out again quickly, and hired a carriage.

Not surprisingly, he soon saw a figure in a black court dress outlined in the opposite position.

Sharon's appearance didn't change in any way, and she asked in an erratic tone, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, you can choose the ambush location and time, and let me know when you're done." Klein nodded calmly.

Sharon looked at him and said, "Okay."

Seeing that she was about to disappear, Klein added another sentence: "Let Kaspers prepare a box of explosives and bury them scattered in different places on the predetermined battlefield."

Sharon was silent for two seconds and said, "Steve is also an expert in blasting."

"No, my main purpose is not to blow up anyone." Klein smiled and said, "I just want to set off fireworks."

Sharon looked at him silently for a few seconds, and finally just nodded.

Seeing her figure quickly blur, Klein leaned back against the car wall and opened the car window, allowing the bone-piercing cold wind to blow in. However, he still felt very hot.

When I was on Earth, I hated summer the most. Well, I like popsicles, ice cream, cold drinks, and watermelon... Klein muttered as he reached into his pocket and held the "sun brooch".

This is a magical item worth 2,000 pounds!

Back on Minsk Street, Klein walked slowly towards the house at No. 15 along the road with withered trees on both sides.

When passing by Lawyer Ergen's house, he subconsciously looked inside and saw the gas lamp with a little blue light.

Someone is here... Klein sighed with a smile, sweat dripping down his forehead.

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The next day, early Thursday morning.

As soon as Klein came out of the bathroom with the newspaper, he heard the doorbell being rang.

Who? By the way, Talim mentioned that reporter Mike Joseph will come to find me today... In the sound of clanging, Klein came to the door and grabbed the handle.

The image of the visitor has naturally appeared in his mind:

About 30 years old, with a black woolen coat, a half-top hat of the same color, sparse eyebrows, charming blue eyes, and a beautiful mustache, but rather rough skin. It is Mike Joseph, a reporter from the "Daily Observer".

"Good morning, Mike, Talim told me." Klein opened the door and greeted him.

The "Sun Brooch" was undoubtedly thrown above the gray mist by him.

Mike Joseph pulled down his bow tie and said, "Sorry for disturbing you so early, I have other things to do later."

"I understand." Klein said politely, "Have you had breakfast? Would you like to taste my toast?"

Mike suddenly smiled: "This is really embarrassing."

"It would be great if there is a cup of hot coffee, and milk is also fine. I see you have ordered fresh milk." JrNovels.com