Chapter 1092 Sense of Crisis

Finally, the music box was stored in a safe, and after doing all this, Dorian and other members left one after another.

Only one guard remained.

It was late at night.

When the member in charge of guarding was already sound asleep, Youdao's figure silently appeared in the air.

It is Verdu who has gone and returned.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and shook it back and forth next to the guard's nose. After letting the guard take a few puffs of smoke, Verdu walked towards the safe.

He skillfully opened it, took out the music box inside, and put in another one with the same appearance.

After doing all this, he closed the safe, and then used 'travel' to leave.

Intis Republic, the capital Trier.

Near the factory area, the hotel where Xifa stayed, in a house on the opposite street.

Jerry Collins of the Jagged Cross saw a room on the second floor of the hotel through the window.

In that room, Mr. 'William' was eating breakfast and reading a newspaper.

"Our Mr. William really lacks a sense of crisis." Jerry took a bite of the Intis loaf, a loaf of bread baked with flour and milk without any fillings.

Because the shape is a bit like a stick, it is also called "Intis Sweet Noodle Stick".

Beside him, a man with two mustaches said: "He has lived here for the past two days and has not gone out. The police and the official Extraordinary cannot find him for a while."

"If this continues, he will probably find a way to leave Trier."

Jerry Collins snorted and said, "I checked his deposit in Gustav's Bank, how much do you think it is?"

Without waiting for a response from his companion, Jerry announced the answer: "Thirty thousand pounds."

"However, after he took part in that game, there was only twenty thousand pounds left."

Mustache said with hatred on his face: "This Loenian is really rich!"

Jerry took another bite of the loaf and said, "It should be in the war, and I got a lot of benefits."

"Now, including the money he won from the poker game, we, Mr. William, have at least 50,000 pounds, which can already be called a rich man."

"So, he can't go."

"He can only join us."

"Exactly, we are short of funds. If he is willing to donate, it will be perfect."

Mustache looked out the window and said, "No wonder you asked me to disclose this address to the police. Now I understand that you did this to make him feel a sense of crisis."

"In this way, Mr. William can only turn to us for help."

"Mr. Jerry, you are worthy of being a 'conspirator'."

Jerry Collins smiled, speeded up, and ate up the bread in twos and threes.

In the hotel across the street.

Mr. William, who was reading a newspaper in the room on the second floor, said in a voice that he could only hear: "When are those idiots planning to monitor me? Why don't you take action quickly?"

"If you don't want the cooked duck to fly, you should leak my whereabouts at this time, and give the address to the authorities, the police, or James' thugs."

"Let them put the pressure on, so that Mr. William has no choice but to turn to the Iron Cross for help."

"That Jerry Collins is also a 'conspirator', so he wouldn't have thought of such a simple conspiracy, right?"

If the Jagged Cross did not take action, Sifa could only use another plan.

Tell Miss Sharron to leak this hideout and report it to the police.

In short, if there are no difficulties, create difficulties yourself.

In any case, the direction and result of the script are the same.

Xifa, who was about to go to the bathroom after reading the newspaper, was inspired.

He laughed and whispered, "It's finally here."

Then he put down the newspaper and, like the previous two days, kept the habit of going to the bathroom after finishing the newspaper.

Just downstairs in the hotel, one by one the police came out of the alley, avoiding the room where Sifa was, so as not to be noticed by the people inside from the window.

Jerry Collins watched coldly, watching the policemen begin to enter the hotel, he snorted and said, "Get ready, and help Mr. William stop the policeman and the official Extraordinary who may be hiding inside."

"So that my dear Mr. William has enough chances to get rid of the entanglement, and go to the 'Fire Dragon Bar' to ask us for help."

Mustache nodded, pulled off his hat and left the house.

"It seems that I have to warn Mr. William."

Flames rose from Jerry's hand, condensed into a fist-sized fireball, and then he threw it out randomly, landing on the signboard of the hotel.

boom!

In the explosion, the hotel's signboard fell to the street, making a loud noise.

The sound of cursing and footsteps from the police suddenly came from the hotel.

And there were policemen running out of the hotel, looking up.

Jerry stepped back, smiling, into the shadows of the room, where a successful 'conspirator' would never be exposed to light.

When he heard the explosion, Xifa probably guessed something, directly blasted the window of the bathroom, and jumped from the second floor into the alley behind the hotel.

As soon as he landed, he heard shouts from inside.

"Target ran away!"

"He's in the back alley now."

"Stop him!"

Of course, Xifa would not stay still, waiting foolishly for the police to catch him, he immediately ran, only showing the skill and ability that a Sequence 7 should have.

Behind him, gunshots continued.

The ground, trash cans, water pipes, walls, and other things were constantly blasted by bullets, blowing them into pieces.

But none of this can stop Xifa from leaving.

Soon, the official Extraordinary hiding in the police threw a flaming spear at Xifa.

At this time, a fireball flew sideways, hit the flaming spear and exploded, changing the trajectory of the spear and causing it to plunge into a wall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xifa quickened his pace, and finally crashed into a carriage passing by a nearby street, using the speed of the galloping horse to leave the police and official Extraordinary far behind.

That night.

Outside the gate of the 'Fire Dragon Bar', Xifa, who had changed his clothes, looked up at the signboard to confirm that he was in the right place.

Sifa stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and pushed the heavy wooden door of the bar.

Unlike the 'Red Fox' pub, the 'Fire Dragon' is geared towards Trier's working class.

So as soon as the door was pushed open, there were noisy sounds from inside, as well as heat waves with various smells.

The light inside the bar is dim, and there are many customers, mostly workers, who use alcohol to numb themselves here.

Due to the war, many factories were closed, which also caused a large number of workers to lose their jobs.

While waiting to be hired, waiting for a new job, they can only drink beer to pass the time.

Xifa came to the bar and tapped the counter twice with his hands. When the bartender looked over, Xifa said in a deep voice, "I'm looking for Reed Parker."