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In the evening, the shadows of the carriages and horses were dragged by the setting sun for a long time.

Klein, who has already confessed to Benson and Melissa, has had dinner at Blackthorn Security, and is taking a public carriage with the old Neil to the dock area.

He wore the original cheap suit, because he was worried that similar situations would be prone to conflicts - if you broke the tuxedo that you usually waited for, it wouldn't just be distressed.

When the sun smelled like a burning, the carriage stopped, and the old Neil, who was still in the classical black robes and the same-colored round-brimmed hat, did not care about the gaze of the "Dragon Bar".

Even if the bar is a little far apart, even if the door is heavily closed, Klein can still hear the shouting of a wave above it, which seems to be cheering for which "hero".

Just approaching, he suddenly felt the induction, turned his head and looked at the cargo warehouse opposite the bar, and saw a burly, well-dressed man standing in the concealed corner of the building.

The man carried a huge gray-white mechanical box with a thick and long rifle in his hand.

There is a clear pipe connection between the gray-white metal box and the same-color rifle.

"High-pressure steam rifle?" Klein whispered and turned to look at the old Neil. "Can this bar get this weapon?"

This is a military pipe product!

Although the extracted phlogiston is used, the size and weight of the high-pressure steam backpack are still amazing, and it must be borne by a real iron warrior. The bullets that are powered by it have a very high speed and the destructive power is quite amazing.

With a proper aiming, it can almost be equal to a bad sniper rifle.

"What?" Old Neil looked at the past with his eyes open, and the same look of doubt, "Is there something wrong?"

What happened? Klein looked around and found out that there were still a few men with rifles on their hands searching for something.

"What's wrong?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the big man who was standing outside the door.

The big man who knew the big man clearly knew the old Neil, and his face muscles shook and smiled:

"The bar was almost demolished."

"It is said that there is a wanted guy who buys the material and is recognized. So it is like this... My Lord, what did he do, how dangerous it is, need to be treated like this? See the guns, My legs are soft, and it’s softer than a red-haired Shani’s night!”

He doesn't know what identity the wanted person is, and he doesn't know that the guys who come here to buy the materials are mixed with extraordinary people.

"The wanted guy? Do you know what he is?" asked Neil quite interested.

"Call, call Terry?" The big man answered with a little uncertainty.

"Teacher" Tries? Klein nodded and understood what was going on.

Tries didn't know that he had been suspected by Joyce Mayer, so he swayed into the underground trading market to buy materials. As a result, he was the "machine heart" or the "offender" and the "nighter" team. Recognized, triggered a fierce conflict.

"Is he caught?" Klein ordered a silver cane with silver.

Look at the surrounding posture seems to have not yet...

The big man shook his head in a small amount and pointed his chin to the top of the opposite cargo warehouse:

"He rushed out before the horrible guys arrived. Hey, I have never seen anyone who can run better than him!"

In fact, you haven't seen the true ability of the "Assassin", otherwise you will be taken to an unspeakable place for re-education... Klein whispered.

“Is the trading market still open?” Old Neil turned to the point.

"Just recovered." The big man answered affirmatively.

"That's good." Old Neil walked two steps, extended his right hand and pushed open the heavy door.

Klein followed closely and walked in, almost suffocating and sultry.

In the center of the "Dragon Bar" stands a boxing ring. Two naked men are fighting fiercely. The dozens of alcoholic people around them are screaming for their support, and some of them are vulgar.

Old Neil did not care about them, led Klein to bypass the boxing ring and walked to a billiard room behind.

There were two people in the billiard room holding the club, talking and laughing, and seeing the old Neil pushing the door in, suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

Confirmed, they quietly let go of the position, letting the old Neil and Klein pass the secret door behind them.

After running through several rooms in a row, Klein was very cheerful and saw a place with the size of the classroom.

Someone here has a stall, which is filled with bottles and jars, and some people walk between the former, or examine, or exchange, or price.

"All the proceeds should be given to one-twentieth of Swift. He is the boss of the Dragon Bar. The captain of the former 'Career' squad is older than I am. It is an old guy who wants to die from alcoholism. "Old Neil introduced a sentence."

Klein thought about it and sincerely commented:

"A very profitable business."

Because the cost is just to provide the venue and shelter.

"If you look at an item and don't bring enough money, you can go to Swine to borrow. Of course, he will charge very high interest rates..." When it came to this, Old Neil was a bit gnashing.

Sure enough, like the casino, it will provide usury services... Kline, with a cane, looked around and curiously asked:

“Mr. Swein is a ‘voyager’?”

The captain of the "Calculator" squad should be in the position of Sequence 7.

"No, it's just a 'furious people', and Tingen does not belong to the coast. Here, the goddess' church is stronger than the storm master." Old Neil snorted. "In fact, Swein has the opportunity to become a 'voyager'." But he was afraid of getting out of control and chose to give up."

Klein is waiting to ask the bar owner if there is a risk of getting out of control, and suddenly there is a strange phenomenon on the left side.

There seems to be something hidden there, whispering and talking.

Klein turned his head and saw a pale young man wearing a worn linen shirt and blue-gray trousers that were unique to the working class. His eyes were very sloppy but mad, and he kept chanting.

"His inspiration is high... or distorted?" Klein frowned.

It is the "inspiration" of the other party that just ignited his "inspiration"!

Normally, the awareness brought by “inspiration” will definitely create a certain interaction, and it is almost impossible to pass on others. But this “other” refers to the “passer” who has demonstrated his ability, and the powerful person with similar specialties. It is hard to distinguish this kind of Ryan from this. Only when the "inspiration" of the other party is high enough, or if there is an abnormal distortion, he can find out.

Sight contact, the pale, dark-skinned young man took a step, came over, with a half-sleeping half-mad expression.

He stopped in front of Klein and looked at the other side.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly:

"Haha, the taste of death, the death... Ah!"

His voice did not fall, and suddenly screamed, his eyes closed tightly, and the **** liquid flowed out.

"Ah!" "Damn!"... The young man squinted, holding his head, struggling on the ground, and calmed down for a while, lying there breathing.

In the whole process, the customers and the vendors who set up the stalls did not have a single eye.

Klein held the half-height hat and stunned to look at the old Neil next to him, expressing his surprise and asking for action.

"Don't care, he is Admiral, an orphan, nicknamed a 'monster'. He is naturally inspired. He often sees things that shouldn't be seen, hears sounds that shouldn't be heard, so he often talks nonsense. , often hurt." Old Neil shook his head and explained.

Can he see that my body has died once? Klein frowned and lowered his voice. He asked:

"The night, the punisher, and the mechanical heart, have not thought about absorbing him into the team?"

"No, we don't have a sequence of potions for him." Old Neil sighed.

Yes, this is equivalent to innately curing half of the sequence start... Klein is curious to ask again:

"Which sequence is he suitable for?"

"His suitable sequence 9 is called 'monster', and his nickname comes from here. Unfortunately, only the life school has mastered the beginning of this sequence." Old Neil whispered.

His conversations with Klein try to avoid the people around them, so that they don't leak information to those who are occult.

Life school? Klein recalled the information he had read before.

This secret organization appeared in the early days of this era, and the specific source is unknown, mainly based on the inheritance of teachers and apprentices.

Their specific theories and beliefs are rarely circulated. Klein only knows that they divide the world into three layers: the absolute rational world, also known as the absolute truth world; the spiritual world; the material world.

It is said that this secret organization has also had a "prophet"... Isn't this a sequence of ways that should correspond to the "divination"? I don't know if I don't understand... Klein shook his head and watched Admiral struggling to wander. To other corners.

He converges on his mind, behind the old Neil, through the stalls, and found that there are moon flowers, kumquats, night vanilla and other plants and sterling silver, citrine, ruby ​​and other minerals.

"It's quite complete..." Klein whispered.

The occult enthusiasts around him who are old or young, or male or female, sometimes take a step, sometimes distinguish, and sometimes communicate, making it quite lively.

"You go shopping, I pay the bill." Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.

"Okay." Klein didn't care too much.

He took a black cane and walked slowly to a booth selling homemade amulets, and watched it for a while.

Just as Klein was preparing for a voice exchange, he suddenly heard someone behind the booth asking:

“Is this a powder made from burdock?”

Bovine sputum medicine? Is this not an aid to the "audience" potion? Klein turned his mind and looked at the inquirer.

For this kind of material, because "Justice" was repeated several times at the time, he was extremely impressed by his memory.