Chapter 43 Calm Squall

Looking up at the wall clock, he saw that it was already past 8 o'clock. Alger put down the wine glass made of thick glass, squeezed the drunks who came and went, and came to the street.

Because the Rorsted Islands are rich in coal resources, Bayam is like mainland cities such as Backlund and Pritz Harbor. There are black light poles as high as people standing on the street, and the light from the burning gas comes from the metal grille. Gerry shines through, illuminating the reasonably tidy ground.

Alger pulled off his turban, turned slowly to the side alley, and smelled the smell of urine mixed with alcohol at the closed end—Although the Fragrant Leaf Bar has a washroom, the number of customers is significantly lower than that of the peak hours. Not enough, and some drunks who couldn't hold back and couldn't wait had to come out and find a secluded place to solve it.

The red moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone into this alley. When Argel was still considering whether to pretend to be a bit more decent, a firm and full voice with a hint of a smile came from behind:

"Are you deliberately disclosing the news about 'Lie Yan' to us?"

Not stupid... Alger said to himself, and slowly turned his body, as if he was guarding against the opponent's surprise attack.

He saw a figure leaning against the wall seven or eight steps away, with a poor posture.

This figure is about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a boat-shaped hat, with a thin face, sharp edges and corners, and a very aggressive appearance.

He had a strand of black hair hanging down, half covering his dark green eye on the left, which softened his own coldness a lot.

Although the wanted portraits are often quite different from the person himself, and many well-known pirates can wander around the city without even wearing a disguise, but Alger, as an insider of the church, has seen many almost photographic portraits drawn using rituals, and Having participated in the pirate conference, he still managed to connect the guy in front of him with a certain name on the reward order.

He didn't show this, he deliberately hesitated and asked back:

"Calm Squall?"

This is the main helper of "Steel" Maveti, an Extraordinary who is good at controlling emotions and thinking calmly, but has no humanity. The reward amount is 1,500 pounds.

The man pulled the black windbreaker, smiled but said without a smile:

"Can I deny it?

"Hmm...it doesn't seem to work, just like you can't deny that you mentioned 'Lie Yan' in front of Oruma on purpose, he is not a person who likes to use his brain, and I am just the opposite."

"It never occurred to me to hide,

I just want to get paid for the news I get. Between the 'flame' who is alone and the 'steel' who has many helpers, anyone with a normal head knows which one to choose. Of course, I hope you will keep it a secret for me. I don't want to be hunted down by the 'Vice Admiral Iceberg'. "Alger responded frankly.

Squall nodded leisurely and slowly:

"Tell me in detail."

"As I mentioned before, I met and recognized 'Blaze' at the Gold Coin Casino, and he entrusted me to help keep an eye on the whereabouts of 'Steel'. Hehe, he seems to want to fight back." Alger sneered, "We agreed on a point of contact and I think that's information worth at least £1,000."

"1,000 pounds? Look up at the red moon, you are not dreaming!" Squall snorted, "This may be a trap, don't you understand? 'Lie Yan' probably found a helper, so he dared to look in reverse us."

"Whether it's a trap or not should not be judged by me. If it's less than 500 pounds, I'd rather pretend that nothing happened." Alger argued hard for the reward.

"300 pounds, you go with me to a place, stay for a while, to prevent you from selling this information to other people, disrupting our plan, when we really use this information to capture 'Lie Yan', or contact him Spirit, pay you again, don’t worry, the food, wine and bed are all free, no matter what, you’ve earned it! If something comes from your accident, hehe, you should know the consequences.” Squall said Suggested in an undeniable tone.

Sure enough, as I expected, when my background is unknown and I am not too dangerous, the possibility of them choosing temporary detention is much higher than silence... However, I also prepared for the worst, and with the corresponding As long as you are not careless, escaping will not be a problem... Argel pretended to be embarrassed and thought about it:

"Not more than two days, or my crew will leave with my ship."

"After two days, I will notify them." Squall had a sharp scalpel in his palm at some point, and let it jump and spin like an acrobatic.

After Alger described the contact point of No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue and the corresponding contact method in detail, Squall didn't say any more, turned around and led the way, and led Alger to turn and turn until he came to an unknown street. A house with no character.

"Long time no see, the captain of the blue-haired ghost ship." An old man with white and black hair opened the door. He was dressed like a local, wearing a pair of loose wide-leg pants.

"Old Quinn, you are really the intelligence officer of 'Admiral of Blood'..." Alger said pretending to be surprised.

Old Quinn smiled and said:

"There are always rumors that are true and false. If you think it is false, it may be true."

He did not turn on the gas wall lamp, held a silver candlestick in his hand, and led Alger and Squall through the dark hall and into the spacious, sturdy, windowless basement.

"You stay here for a while, and a few of my friends and I are in charge of guarding and providing drinks and food." Old Quinn said with a smile, "To show our sincerity, we will not disarm you."

"Okay." Alger took the initiative to walk to the low bed in the basement.

Old Quinn then closed the heavy stone door and locked the basement.

Squall didn't stay here, but hurried away, and repeatedly checked whether he was being followed.

After changing into a rented carriage, he came to the Loen settlement in Bayam, where the upper class lived.

Entering a garden house, Squall saw Maveti sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him. The rest of his accomplices were lying, standing, or sitting, forming a semicircle, and puppets and living corpses were acting as guards around them. character of.

"Steel" has thick lips, dark skin, and curled locks of hair, like the kind of steel balls commonly seen in factories.

"Is the news reliable?" The muscles in his arms trembled, showing a sense of strength, but the overall feeling was cold and gloomy, not like a living thing.

Squall nodded and said:

"A pirate captain who serves money. I have already detained him at Old Quinn. If there is any problem, he will definitely not be able to get out alive. I think he should understand this very well."

Having said that, Squall showed a cold smile:

"However, we still have to beware of accidents. This may be a trap of 'raging flames'."

"What can you do?" Maveti asked directly.

The first thing he looked at was a pirate lying on the couch. He was wearing a brown local robe and was twirling a yellow-brown straw hat with a hollow in the middle.

This is Maveti's deputy in this operation, the sixth captain who lost his ship in the previous battle with "Vice Admiral Dusk", "Bloody Thorn" Huntley, and the reward amount is 3,800 pounds.

"Obviously, Squall has a solution." Hunter covered his slightly pale face with a straw hat.

Squall laughed and said:

"Didn't John Smith's group of adventurers hide their identities and join us? Accidentally revealed this news to him, and made him think that we are still waiting for helpers, and it will be fine if we need the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"The group of greedy adventurers will definitely not let 'Lie Yan' go, and they will definitely attack first. When the time comes, we will find a place to watch. If there is any accident, let them bear it. If everything goes well, we will eat them together! "

"Okay." "Steel" Maveti's eyes moved slightly, bursting out with a strong bloodthirsty impulse.

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In the early hours of the morning, everything was ready.

"Bloody Thorn" Huntley carried the leather suitcase, took out a peacock blue carpet from it, and slowly spread it in front of him. There were many mysterious and strange patterns on it, with a flavor that did not belong to humans.

Maveti, Squall, two other Beyonders, seven or eight living corpses and puppets stood up one after another.

Huntley was the last to enter, half closed his eyes, and silently uttered an Elvish word:

"flight!"

The peacock blue carpet suddenly tightened, and it floated up, carrying everyone off the ground, into the air, and flew towards Xiangshu Avenue.

During this process, Huntley took out a black handkerchief, flicked his wrist, and it turned into night, miraculously covering all the more obvious traces under the moonlight.

In just seven or eight minutes, they arrived near No. 20 Xiangshu Avenue, and the target house was diagonally opposite.

They didn't move forward, let the "flying carpet" suspend quietly in front of the crown of a thick tree, and they looked down at the situation of the opposite target.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Huntley controlled the magical item steadily, showing no sign of lack of spirituality.

The long night passed slowly, the sky turned reddish, and the sun was about to rise. The pirates like "Steel" Maveti began to look for another surveillance location suitable for daytime.

At this moment, a figure leaned over and moved nimbly across the roofs, arriving at the top of No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue.

He was wearing a black cloak, his eyebrows were scorched yellow, his eyes were dark blue, his facial features and outline were softer, it was "Laging Flame" Danitz!

Danitz cautiously looked left and right for a while, climbed up the towering chimney, put his hands up, got in, and slid down.

really come? "Steel" Maveti, "Blood Thorn" Huntley, Squall and the others were all refreshed at the same time.

At this time, several figures jumped out from the chimneys of houses No. 13, No. 14, and No. 17 and the surrounding hidden places. They smashed windows, kicked open doors, or used chimneys to enter from different positions with swift gestures. House No. 15.