Chapter 65 Free?

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 isn't here."

"There's no extra you want for that kind of party."

"I have nothing but weapons."

...The routine is very 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, leaned on the club suspiciously, and rubbed his rosacea:

"What weapon do you want to buy? Have you run out of bullets before? Have you practiced a lot?"

No, I practice with the bullets I bought extra at the Kragg Club... Klein said with a smile:

"I want to buy dynamite, the kind 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.

"Ha ha,

It was a secret room, and he didn't want outsiders to know about it. Klein asked again, "Do you know any reliable blasting experts?" I'm not good at this kind of thing, and I'm afraid I'll bring the whole house down. "

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:

"unnecessary."

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 Caspers and said:

"Maric will not come here again after that."

"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 can 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 move 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.

In terms of physical nature, black market weapon dealers are indeed ordinary people... Klein silently added.

Sharon looked sideways at Caspers and said:

"You go prepare the explosives."

"Two pounds."

"He's out."

"Yes, Ms. Sharon." Caspers glanced at Klein, and limped out of the billiard room without forgetting to close the door.

Seeing that the bodyguard just looked at him and said nothing, Klein felt like he was being watched by a female ghost, so he quickly organized his words and said:

"I found out Baron Pound's address and visited him in the middle of the night..."

After repeating Rafter Pound's words in their entirety, Klein began to show his reasoning, deducing the reasoning from the result to the process:

"I think he lied in many places. It is impossible for a viscount family to be secretly controlled so easily."

"Even a child can detect abnormalities, how could the royal family and the church not notice?"

"After Rafter Pound fell, he had many opportunities to contact outsiders and other nobles. As long as he has a little courage, he can easily solve the problem."

"So, I think he must have concealed some things, and these things are most likely related to that underground building."

"Judging from his state, the guy who is suspected of being an evil spirit will not be able to get out of the trap for a long time, so I plan to get some explosives to destroy the entrance and prevent others from getting in. Uh, I'm afraid they will release it by mistake. evil spirit."

"Hmm." Miss Bodyguard Sharon didn't affirm Klein's thoughts, but she didn't deny either.

At this moment, Klein hesitated and asked:

"I don't know much about blasting, so I'm going to draw a layout plan. Ask the blasting experts to give the location and weight of the explosives. If, if, if I ask you to help again, how much will I have to pay?"

If it's too expensive, I'd better find a general blasting expert. After all, my order is only 50 pounds, and Miss Bodyguard is 1,000 pounds for 3 days... Klein has already made a plan.

"It's free." Sharon's answer was still in the style of saving words when she could.

free? Klein was startled immediately.

In his common sense, free is the most expensive!

Sharon sat there quietly, and it took a few seconds before she explained a few words:

"After blowing up the entrance, I am the only one who can enter and exit there."

"That in itself is something I hope to do."

In other words, do you plan to get rid of the evil spirits and harvest the items inside after you have enough confidence? Blowing up the exit is actually helping you eliminate interference and possible covetousness. After all, Beyonders of other sequences cannot pass through boulders and dirt like spirit bodies... Well, except for the "Apprentice" path, but they don't know that underground Buildings... Klein nodded in amazement and said:

"make a deal!"

After finishing speaking, he hastily added another sentence:

"Well... You borrow a few more men from Maric, men with a strict enough mouth, this is the helper shown to Miller Carter."

"Okay." Sharon didn't refuse.

Klein deliberately didn't mention the payment for this, and smiled and said:

"Then ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"We have to survey the surrounding terrain in advance, so that the blasting cannot cause obvious damage."

Sharon nodded slightly, her figure gradually faded and disappeared.

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On Saturday morning, Hugh Dilcha took the stagecoach to the East District again, to periodically confirm whether his entrustment was successful.

While waiting for the transfer, she suddenly had the urge to buy a newspaper and read it.

She took out a 1p coin, bought a copy of "Becklund Post" from the newsboy next to her, and flipped through it quickly.

Suddenly, her gaze froze because of a piece of news on the third page:

According to this newspaper, at 7:10 last night, a serious explosion occurred in the apartment located at No. 1 Dharavi Street, East District. It was suspected to be caused by a gas leak. The tenant died on the spot in Room 6 on the 3rd floor where the explosion occurred. Not even a complete body was left, and by midnight, the explosion had killed three people and injured sixteen..."

No. 1 Dharavi Street... No. 6, 3rd Floor, Apartment... This, isn't this where Williams lives? he died? Died from an explosion caused by a gas leak? no no! Absolutely not! He doesn't have the luxury of using gas at all, even if there is an installation there! He just accepted my commission, is it because of this? However, Lanwusi himself is a wanted criminal, and if he finds someone looking for him, another place is, there is no need to kill people to keep a secret, which will easily expose the problem...

The way this thing is done is too weird and radical, like a lunatic did it...

Obviously just a scammer...

Poor Williams...

Me, I will definitely avenge you!

The truth will definitely be found out!

Xio looked sadly and solemnly at the public carriage parked in front of him, but didn't get on.

She knew that it would be very dangerous to go to the East End now.

She planned to go back immediately and tell Forsi to temporarily move to the spare rental house, while she disguised herself, sneaked into the East District, asked acquaintances, and preliminarily figured out what happened, and caught the traces left by the murderer.

Hey, Miss Audrey's commission is indeed not dangerous... I think it is a scammer who has been wanted, as long as he is not blocked and he is not allowed to escape, he will not fight back viciously... I was negligent , It was I who killed Williams... Well, it is not ruled out that he was collecting information on other things at the same time, which may cause disaster... Hugh closed his eyes, crossed the road, and walked to the waiting point opposite.

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At 10:14, Klein and Sharon, the bodyguard lady, confirmed the surface conditions corresponding to the Quaternary buildings, and came outside the house at No. 8 Williams Street.

Sharon had disappeared, and what Miller Carter saw was Detective Sherlock Moriarty in a gray-blue workman's uniform and a peaked cap, and his three taciturn and round assistants.

"This is convenient for exploration," Klein explained.

Miller Carter glanced at the three assistants who could fight at first glance, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Your preparations were faster than I expected. Are there snake repellent experts among them?"

"Yes, they are all very good at repelling snakes." Klein answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

How could a living corpse be afraid of being bitten by a snake?