Chapter 291 Hunter

The first place Lanny went to was Frank's office, where he stayed for more than half an hour. Then he went to the Titanic Hotel. In the hotel, he did not get any useful information.

Before lunch, he went to the scene where the body was found. Then he stayed in an inconspicuous bar until the afternoon.

The information blockade of the police station played a certain role. It was really unlikely for these newly arrived investigators to find useful information within a day.

In the afternoon, Lanny visited some eyewitnesses near the dock, probably wanting to try his luck, but judging from his solemn expression, the result was not good.

These investigators are not like policemen. They cannot interrogate eyewitnesses at will unless they can give some benefits. Lanny's investigation fell into a dilemma. After losing his police friend, many clues could not be easily obtained. A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without key clues, he had no way.

On the other hand, Kent used his identity to go to a wild adventure club in Liverpool. Since he did not have a membership and did not want to alert the enemy, Rayburn chose to wait outside.

This adventure club is called Hunting Earl, which focuses on hunting. Kent is not very famous here. His home is the Cook Club in London, so he does not have many connections here.

Generally speaking, if you want to find out the news of a place, ordinary people will read newspapers, people with connections will go to the police station and newspapers, and the police and reporters have their own sources of information.

Informants, intelligence dealers, various organizations, etc. can provide necessary information to a certain extent. These fragmented information will slowly gather and may eventually become key clues.

Kent's purpose of coming here is very clear. Gaspard, the founder of the Hunting Earl Club, has many eyes and ears in Liverpool and has contacts with various forces. He is also a local snake here.

In the era when the Internet, computers, mobile phones and other items were not popular, information was still in a closed state, but some people with foresight had already realized the importance of information early, and Gaspard was one of them.

The members of the club are mixed, and these people are from all walks of life, and can bring a lot of useful information. Gaspard then sorted out and summarized this information and "sent" it to those in need.

It was not easy to meet the founder of the club. Kent almost used all means to meet him.

They met in the club's separate reception room. Gaspard was an old man in his sixties. He had gray hair, but he was energetic, but judging from his appearance, he didn't look that old at all.

"Mr. Kent, I have heard of you for a long time."

"Thank you, Mr. Gaspard."

A waiter pulled a chair for Kent.

Gaspard smiled, "I never thought that my small club would have you visiting."

"You are too kind, dear sir. I came here to ask about something."

The waiter opened a box of cigars and handed it to Kent. The explorer took one tactfully, put it under his nose and sniffed it, praising: "Oliva's Double Bull? Hmm, it's really mellow."

"Yes, V series, I like its leather smell."

After the guests tasted the cigars, Gaspard got to the point and asked: "So, what do you want to know?"

"Before that, I have to ask about the market. How do you charge?"

The feather-like smoke floated in the room, and Gaspard's voice penetrated the mist. It came, "Either exchange intelligence or give me enough money."

"Let's go with the latter. I haven't been back to England for a long time, so I don't have much information to give you."

"Then let's do it traditionally."

"A case happened in Liverpool recently. Have you heard about it?"

"Please explain it clearly, Mr. Kent. It seems to me that there are cases every day in Liverpool."

"Four bodies were found at the packaging dock."

"Ah, I see." The smoke gradually dissipated, and Gaspard stirred the tea in the white porcelain cup with a spoon. "This is going to cost a lot, sir, you have to be prepared."

Kent took out a stack of cash from his arms. Money was not a problem for him. The game points obtained by completing the game could be exchanged for a lot of money. What's more, he also has his own industry in this world. As long as the intelligence is useful, he can afford any amount of money.

"If that's not enough." He took out the checkbook and put it on the table, "I have this."

"Very good, sir. I like to deal with straightforward people. Since you are so generous, I also need to show some appreciation. Tell me specifically, what do you want?"

"The four bodies are all Frank's men. I want to know what happened to them?"

Gaspar waved to the waiter next to him, who quickly brought a thick red book. After searching in the book, the club owner replied: "An American."

"What?"

"Someone saw them with an American on July 25th. After that, the American left on July 26th."

"American? What does he look like?"

"A typical American nouveau riche, not very old, about 30 years old, with casual manners and no education. In addition, he went to a law firm on July 25th, the one on George Avenue, you should be able to find it."

Kent knew that even if he continued to ask, Gaspard would not be able to give more information, that is, he did not know what happened to Frank and his party.

He handed the stack of money to the waiter and asked another question: "So, do you know where they went in the end?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer this question for you. You know, Frank, the arrogant detective, he always keeps his whereabouts secret. But I can give you a piece of advice, free of charge."

"Please go ahead." Kent spit out the cigarette in his mouth.

"Liverpool has underground waterways that are no less than those in London. During the slave trade, many slave traders built many underground passages for smuggling, and these passages and waterways are connected to each other. It can be said that the entire Liverpool underground is another kingdom.

"But recently, no, it shouldn't be recently, the underground kingdom has not been very peaceful in the past ten years. You have to be careful, Mr. Kent, there are crocodiles in the sewers is not an urban legend."

Kent fell into a brief contemplation. He savored the other party's words carefully. After a while, he nodded and said: "Thank you for your reminder, dear sir. But as you can see, I am an explorer and an excellent hunter. It is natural for hunters to hunt animals. "

"Then may God bless you, Mr. Hunter."

Thank you for your recommendation and monthly tickets.

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