"Should I call you Mr. Midnight, or Gunther Bennett from Cantor?"
In the reception room on the second floor of the Firegun Tavern, Mr. Midnight opened the door and saw a young man sitting on the broad chair that only belonged to him.
The other side turned his back to his seat, a rather casual relaxed posture.
It seems that he is the master here.
"All right. I don't mind people calling me my real name."
The surprise in Mr. Midnight's eyes flashed away, and then returned to normal.
His name and identity in Danlun City can be regarded as a modest secret.
The local transcendental circle is used to calling him "Mr. Midnight" - because the weekly trade fair will only officially start at midnight.
As the host, this nickname is very appropriate, with a trace of mystery.
As time went by, everyone followed and ignored the real name of the owner of the firearm tavern.
"Introduce yourself, Ian Bond, federal agent."
Luther put his name in the newspaper without changing his face.
Anglo antiques merchant Locke, and his servant Hall.
These two identities were buried with the death of Marcia Vogus and the end of the disturbance of the original sin church.
Only Mr. Bond is left.
"What do I think of you, Mr. Bennett? Is it the boss behind the Firearm Club or the local head of the Brotherhood?"
Luther asked again.
He was telling Mr. Midnight what he knew.
At the same time, it is also a kind of language hint - I know everything about you!
Some of the skills of these conversations came from Uncle Al's oral teaching, and the other part was to absorb the remaining memory of Koro Unos.
"All right. Anyway, these two identities don't sound like good citizens."
Mr. Midnight replied blandly.
There was no emotion on his face. His dark face seemed to be a natural protective color.
"Mr. Bennett is very interesting."
Luther leaned into his seat and smiled.
He came to the musket tavern this time, and was no longer a servant of the antique dealer of Angelu.
Therefore, the attitude is different.
Although federal agents do not have the power of "street sweepers", they cannot directly intervene and take over local police stations like law enforcement officials.
But they are still one of the spokesmen of the official institutions.
Faced with such gang organizations as the Gun Club, which are characterized as "illegal violent gangs", they still have some deterrent power.
As for the fraternity that Mr. Midnight really represents, a large intelligence trading agency belonging to the extraordinary world, what about a federal agent who will not risk provoking "street sweepers" and law enforcers.
That is why Luther has the courage to sit on this chair and communicate with a superior person on an equal footing with such a relaxed posture.
In the extraordinary world, except for personal strength, status and power are also hard currency.
"What have I done recently, Detective?"
Mr. Midnight looks calm.
He walked forward a few steps, glanced at Luther, and sat down on the opposite sofa.
"If you want to get some information from the Brotherhood, I can try my best to give you a 20% discount within the scope of my duties. In addition, I can give you nothing, detective."
"Is this a private bribe, Mr. Bennett?"
Luther said jokingly.
"If I go out of this room, I will forget what I said."
Mr. Midnight replied earnestly.
He has had a lot of dealings with people from official institutions.
Federal agents, local law enforcers, "street sweepers", even churches
So Mr. Midnight didn't have much fear for this young detective who didn't know where he came from.
"Although the Brotherhood has never been officially recognized, our service target is never limited to the extraordinary. Political dignitaries, rich and famous people, and... several official people, they are all distinguished guests of the Brotherhood."
Mr. Midnight had no words to tempt, and planned to go round and round.
He spoke directly about the strength of the Brotherhood to stand in the extraordinary world.
In addition to the huge and effective intelligence network, the high-ranking and extraordinary people who are attracted by money and status, and the intertwined customer relationships.
In short, there are people on it.
Faced with such situations, even the official institutions generally have a tacit choice to turn a blind eye.
This is also the attitude of the Federation towards many transcendental organizations wandering in the gray area.
After all, the purpose of official institutions is to maintain order rather than create chaos.
"Just kidding. Don't be so nervous, Mr. Bennett."
Luther smiled to himself twice. He took out a list from his pocket and pressed it on the table with a pen.
"The purpose of my visit is simple. I want to purchase some materials through the channel of the Brotherhood."
The solidified atmosphere in the reception room gradually melted with Luther's laughter.
Mr. Midnight, sitting on the sofa, breathed a sigh of relief.
The city of Danlun is not peaceful these days. He is really nervous.
Although the official institutions still choose to block the news, the shocking sensation in Senna Public School and the presence of the church cannot be concealed.
Reminding of the former "hound" of the American Federation, he suddenly came to Danlun City.
And the servant named Hall, the revealed Sinist.
All kinds of clues fully show that there must be a big move in Danlun!
So recently, the musket club has been shrinking its business, keeping a low profile, and avoiding the official agencies from visiting.
At the same time, he was also in the dark, looking around for information.
However, law enforcers, churches and "street sweepers", as well as the fifth rank of the extraordinary
It also relates to the original sin bishop of the fourth rank transcendent
This important event is bound to be highly confidential.
It is estimated that Luther left the city of Danlun for a long time after the Brotherhood inquired about it.
"I'll give you a 20% discount, Mr. Bond."
Mr. Midnight extended his slightly wrinkled eyebrows and smiled heartily.
One of the fraternity's codes of practice is never to provide free services.
"Thank you for your generosity."
Luther's mouth is hooked to close the pop-up task list——
[Task: Gangs in East Brown District: One transaction (the seventh ring)]
[Description: Buy the items you want from the New Razor Party or the Torch Club and make a deal.]
[Reward: a small amount of experience points]
[Note: The first step of building a relationship is usually from business.]
[Status: Completed]
As a former senior player who has started and finished, how could Luther give up half of the task.
Although his advanced experience value is enough, there is still surplus.
But who would dislike too much experience?
After all, mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.
"In addition, I would like to inquire about something with Mr. Bennett."
Thinking that he was about to leave Danlun, Luther decided to collect the wool.
"It's about last week's fair..."
……
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After coming out of the Torch tavern, Luther came to the location of the New Razor Party without stopping.
Wharf area in Brown East.
Johnny, who used to be only a backbone member, is now dressed in suits and dressed in shoes with high morale.
No matter where you go, you will be followed by a group of younger brothers. They are very arrogant and different from the past.
"Mr. Bond."
Johnny, who had been working hard with a socialite in his arms, heard the news that Luther was coming to the door, and hurried back.
"Did I bother you?"
Luther asked jokingly when he saw the other party's disheveled appearance.
He quietly opened the "Spiritual Vision", and could vaguely see a layer of hazy halo on Johnny's body surface.
It is a sign that the magic drug has not been fully digested.
It seems that the new leader of the Razor Party has not entered the threshold of being a first-order transcendent yet.
"Warrior" sequence, first-order "fighter"
This is what Johnny gets from the musket.
"No! No! I've always wanted to thank you!"
Johnny is completely free from the wild and ferocious in front of his younger brother. He is as gentle as a sheep.
If this is seen by outsiders, I'm afraid they will be shocked.
Johnny, the "crazy man" in Brown East, was also cautious sometimes.
"Well, I'm not here today to listen to this."
Luther waved his hand and said his purpose: "I want to know where the warehouse of that Anglo antique dealer Locke is."
Previously, he learned from Johnny that Marcia Vogus had secretly rented a warehouse for storing goods on the wharf in the port area for a long time.
Considering the rich harvest of the latter from the ancient ruins, Luther did not think that the dark witch book and a handwritten note in the apartment were all the property of the other party.
With Marcia Vogel's cautious character, he must have another place to hide things!
At that time, due to the pressure of the original bishop to visit the city of Danlun, Luther did not investigate immediately and put it aside for the time being.
"No problem! I'll call my hand to check it immediately!"
Johnny agreed.
The New Razor Party led by him has established itself in the port area.
Finding a warehouse is a simple matter.
"I'm glad to meet you, Johnny."
Luther stood up, patted the other person on the shoulder, smiled and said, "In a few days, I will leave the city of Danlun. You have entered the door of the extraordinary world with one foot, and I hope your other foot can also enter."
"In that case, you will find that what you once pursued is so insignificant."
Johnny nodded blankly.
He is just a gangster who lives in the streets in the Southern Continent.
He joined the Razor Party after he came to the American Federation.
It's enough for Johnny to become the leader of the gang.
As for bigger ambitions?
The leader of all the gangs in Danlun.
This is his biggest and most daring goal.
Any more, it is beyond Johnny's understanding.
"I heard that if you want to join a gang, you must be the biggest and most powerful one. I give you this sentence."
Luther sighed and said nothing more.
He has no intention of interfering in Johnny's life, which is just an accidental sentiment.
"The warehouse is found!"
Half an hour later, Johnny's little brother brought good news.