Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 18: Interrogation White Shark (for monthly ticket)
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bartender fell to the ground, curled up in pain and rolled.
"White Shark" Hamilton snorted heavily, said nothing, turned his head to second floor, and stepped on the wooden ladder creak.
After the lively reading, the drunkards dispersed, and Captain Elland and others returned to the upper level without any influence and continued to play cards.
Klein took this opportunity and followed up the stairs.
He returned to "Flying Fish and Liquor", not to deal with White Shark for non-existent harm, but simply to get more information from the bar owner who is connected with multiple pirate forces. After all, he named his new identity Gehrman , Hidden means to hunt **** pirates and replace their unreleased people in Hunger's Squirming with their spirit, flesh and Extraordinary characteristics.
Demir Harbor has no gas resources. The aisle of second floor is quite dim. On the brass candlesticks inlaid on both sides of the wall, the lights are swaying and dim like beans.
Klein stretched his hand and wiped his face while observing the environment, silently becoming a guard on the first floor.
As for the difference in clothing and decoration, he made up for it with the ability of illusion fabrication.
Getting ready, he walked towards the "White Shark" Hamilton room in spirituality's intuition.
He first passed by the place where he played cards without attracting anyone's attention.
He came to the guards who guarded the passageway and stopped consciously, lowering his voice:
"There is something else downstairs."
"Storms of the above, what's going on tonight?" a guard exclaimed.
"I hope those nice people will not be hurt." Another guard said slightly worried.
He refers to the prostitutes who depend on the bar.
"They are okay." Klein crossed the guard and came to the door of White Shark, raising his hand firmly and knocking.
"Who?" Hamilton asked vigilantly.
"Boss, it's me. There is a situation downstairs again!" Klein recalled the salutation information he had just received while watching the bustling, and said with a hoarse voice.
"Damn it!" Hamilton growled, "Come and see what happened!"
Klein twisted the handle and walked in.
When closing the door, he lifted illusion spell, his facial muscles swiftly moved back to his previous identity-blond hair blue eyes, a new drinker with ordinary features.
"You ..." Hamilton was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened its mouth wide, trying to shout.
At the same time, pieces of unreal fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and his already tall and fat body swelled again.
Suddenly, his heart beat faster, his instinctive intense fear strangled his throat.
At this moment, he feels that the stranger standing by the door is a Devil who has been hungry for many days, and is examining his flesh and soul with cold and hungry eyes.
In an instant, "White Shark" Hamilton fell into extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.
Klein walked slowly to the sofa position, sat down and smiled politely:
"Is it possible to communicate calmly now?"
The feeling of being stared at by the horror monster disappeared, and Hamilton became relaxed at once, his body was like a pierced balloon, and he was much dry.
He stopped calling for help recklessly and asked with a sweat on his forehead:
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"A hunter." Klein replied casually, "I heard that you are connected with multiple pirate forces, I want to know the corresponding situation."
"No, I don't have ..." "White Shark" Hamilton subconsciously denied.
He immediately felt the craziness of extreme hunger, only to see that the eyes of the man on the opposite side were stained with a dark red.
Klein thought about persona in his heart, and Sven laughed:
"You have two choices.
"One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then to answer frankly."
Kill spiritism? "White Shark" Hamilton heard similar rumors and swallowed hard saliva:
"Why do you want to know these things?"
Klein smiled and said:
"I am a hunter, and I am chasing bounty."
Hamilton suddenly felt that the other party ’s polite smile showed an inexplicable crazy meaning and could not help but blurt out:
"You, are you crazy?
"I have seen many similar adventurers, but they are all buried under the sea!
"It ’s not difficult to hunt a pirate alone, but can you guard against subsequent revenge? The prostitutes in the bar, seemingly ordinary customers, may be pirate informants! Friends who are friendly with you will be punished at any time. Buy it, and give you a shot in the back! The pirates will gather intelligence in advance to block the ships you are riding on. Can you protect all the passengers? Can you live in the sea where you ca n’t escape in the bombardment of an artillery? Come down? "
After venting his inner fear in one breath, he saw the gentle man with a gentle smile smile again from the man who claimed to be a hunter:
"If you kill them, there will be no such problems."
... real lunatic ... "White Shark" Hamilton took a deep breath said:
"I have contact with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, and goods they grab need to be sold, and they need to be exchanged for spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women ’s comfort. I have to pass me, but I can only wait for them here, not clear where their boat is going, what is the nearest goal. "
"What else?" Klein asked quietly.
His answer was mainly to frighten White Shark. As for the revenge of the pirates, he was not worried at all. As an Faceless Man, if he could be found so easily, it would be better to find a place to sink to the bottom.
Also ... "White Shark" Hamilton throat wriggled, did not immediately give a positive or negative description.
He shut his mouth tightly, looking at the gentleman wearing half-height silk top hat, calmly and restrained with the other party as if he was staring at the frantically brewing eyes.
The disturbing silence is like the sea before the storm, echoing gently, bumping, fermenting.
Finally, Hamilton looked away and rested his hands on the table in front of him anxiously:
"Yes, I am still collecting information for them. If there is urgent information, I will use the radio station they give to remind them."
White Shark does not dare to take risks, fearing that the other party has unique and extraordinary abilities, and can judge whether he is telling the truth or whether he has told all the facts.
"Radio?" The successful Klein keenly caught a noun.
"This is what they told me. It's similar to the telegram, but it doesn't need a wire." Hamilton turned and walked to the gray white safe and crouched down.
wireless report? Is the pirate so high-tech? Klein vaguely guessed what the other station said.
He once thought about inventing something similar, but he turned to the corresponding magazine to realize that the wireless newspaper had already appeared, but he had not yet found his own position in the commercial field-Mad Sea, which separates southern continent and northern continent, has perennial lightning and thunder, The magnetic field is turbulent, the storm is raging, and only a few channels can pass. Even if equipped with the wireless report, it is almost useless. Similarly, Misty Sea, Sunya Sea weather changes drastically, there are many factors that affect electromagnetic propagation, and the application of the wireless report has been received. Extremely limited.
could it be that has an improved version that can solve some problems? Klein looks at White Shark pryed off the floor in front of safe, and by twisting the device, a secret door appeared on the wall.
Behind the secret door is a concealed cabinet divided into three compartments. There are documents and bills in the uppermost layer. There are weapons such as revolvers and new half-arm guns in the middle, and complex black machinery is stuffed below.
Klein just glanced at it and judged that the mechanical creation belonged to wireless through the impression of past life and the data collected before.
"That's the thing. They call it a radio station. The news can be received at the farthest by similar things in the Rhosid archipelago. Farther away, you have to look at the weather. You have to rely on luck. Usually, it is also very troublesome. There are many restrictions. "Hamilton is not too understandable, according to the received teaching and experience, vaguely describes the corresponding situation.
Greater than the new commercial wireless platform ... I do n’t know who invented it ... Klein listened quietly and asked directly:
"Who are they?"
He made himself behave like a bounty hunter who did n’t understand technology.
"White Shark" Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
""Silver Coin Viper" Odell, who claimed to be the owner of The Daybreak, and Old Quine, the intelligence officer of Admiral of Blood, appeared together. I ca n’t confirm whether they are cooperating. Of course, Odell has always just claimed."
The owner of "The Daybreak", that Queen of Mysteries? Klein withdrew his gaze, and he didn't know when there were more gold coins in his hand.
The gold coins are constantly rolling between the fingers, and finally jumped into the air, and fell, and it seems that White Shark is unknown. So, trembling.
Looking down, Klein slowly stands up.
At this moment, he suddenly asked:
"Who gave you the magical medicine?"
"Old, Old Quine ..." Hamilton hesitated or chose to answer frankly.
Klein nodded gently, no longer asked, and turned to the door.
kuāng dāng! The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure wearing black wool coat disappeared in the room of White Shark.
Hamilton holding the breath, waited for more than ten seconds, and finally took a long breath.
He quickly wiped off the sweat on his face, moved the radio station to the table, turned over a codebook, and busy taking a telegram to the distance:
"I was stared at!
"Stranger guy!"
Beside the dedicated Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pockets, quietly looks at, and all the content of the band spectrum and cipherbook are brought into view.
His departure was just a large-scale illusion spell performance, more than enough to deal with the low sequencer of White Shark, which is Sailor path.
As for the question of whether the specific content can be remembered later, Divinator does not need to be considered, and "dreamland divination" can be recalled all at once.
Admiral of Blood and his men love killing, blood, and violence against women. Every time they rob a passenger ship, they will always create a tragedy ... This is a recognized thing, and they are very proud of it, always not Stingy to preach ... the target of hunting, the object of adventure, give priority to them ... Klein thinks a little, taking the opportunity of Hamilton to clean up the radio, and is ready to really leave this room.
He does n’t plan to deal with White Shark for the time being, and he is afraid of disturbing the real prey. Anyway, this kind of guy who is on the land, has a fixed site, and is held by his own handle can be easily solved by a report letter afterwards.
In the silent footsteps of Klein, the door opened slowly and closed quietly, bringing a slight cool breeze.
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