"Is there any information about its maker?"
In the old-fashioned retro 'grocery store' full of weapons and equipment, the grizzled old shopkeeper glanced at the things on the table and asked lightly:
"What are you looking for with that person?"
"About this thing, I want to ask him something."
Without beating around the bush, Celika said directly.
"A commission from reality again?"
Hearing this straightforward answer without any intention of hiding it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if he had guessed the reason,
After a second of silence, he suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic:
"I heard you just had trouble with the coast in Los Angeles not long ago."
B-level upper ranks, even in the entire night battle world, can be regarded as powerful people with surnames. Celica, who is also considered to be at the forefront of B-level upper ranks, is almost the type of person who is the strongest under A-level except for adjutants.
Leaving aside the secret incident at the lakeside factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to his whereabouts.
"One size fits one size, that has nothing to do with this incident,"
Knowing why he would suddenly mention this, Celika spoke casually, and the handsome figure in a black and white T-shirt raised his long legs on the high stool.
"Let's not talk about the follow-up response from the coastal officials. I was only in charge of the feint attack. It was the pitch-black one-winged monster who actually did it. You should already know this."
The old shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing what she said.
And at this very moment, at the scene, the "black one-winged monster" that the two of them talked about...
After correcting the sunglasses, his eyes glanced at the cool-looking batch of various weapons and equipment in the store.
"So, what about its maker?"
Not caring whether this kind of rhetoric can dispel his vigilance about associations involved, Celica finally confirmed the result and propped up one cheek.
"You should know who it is."
The black market basically has a grasp of all the things circulating on the black market, not only to buy some good things in advance, but also for the necessary information management,
And this old shopkeeper who opened a shop in a remote corner with a bunch of high-priced goods,
It's the guy in charge of this in the Houston black market.
Regarding this question, the old shopkeeper was silent, and he didn't ask any further questions, leaving him to think about it. Celika remained silent, and Fangran, who was busy carrying the name on his back, was also silent.
Then half a minute or so passed in silence.
Behind the counter, the elderly participant put down the newspaper and said a name,
"Michael."
The moment he heard him speak, Celica raised her eyebrows slightly.
"On the trading day about a week ago, he came here to sell this item, but he didn't sell it,"
Speaking of the information about the manufacturer of the micro-device, the old shopkeeper took out a photo out of thin air, put it on the counter and slowly pushed it in front of Celica
It's also old school to not use a projection.
"If you didn't buy this from him, it should be that he made a deal with someone outside the black market."
Considering that the "thief" may be equipment brought from other places, considering that the manufacturer of this thing may not be in Texas, considering that the person may not have been to the black market, etc., there are high probability uncertain factors,
Celika was prepared to get nothing, so when she heard the name, her expression moved slightly,
Unexpectedly, it seems to be lucky.
After getting the information, she picked up the photo in front of her, while listening to the super handsome conversation between the two of them during the prostitution, she felt the real feedback of the brand,
Fangran also turned his gaze to look at this moment, and what appeared on the photo in his field of vision was,
A man with brown hair and decorative glasses who looked like an elite office worker.
Is he the maker of that tiny jamming device...
"Well, it looks like luck,"
After confirming the information, Celica nodded and put the photo away. She put down her raised legs and looked at the other party and asked:
"How much information is this?"
How many
Not understanding the meaning of her question in the translation, Fangran was curious to see behind the counter, the old figure spread out the newspaper's usual words again:
"Not much, I just sold an ordinary C-level information for the purpose of befriending a powerful B-level leader."
Decades of night battle experience obviously made the old shopkeeper guess that things were not that simple, but just as Celica believed his information was true,
He had known the other party since he was a budding C-level, and he also believed that what Celica said was just asking something,
Then the rest is as he said, no problem.
"All right,"
After understanding the meaning of his words, Celika no longer had a casual look, then looked at Fangran and said:
"Give me something."
He was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was talking about a bag, and Fangran handed it to her in a hurry.
At this time, I finally noticed that behind the wild, handsome, and powerful woman, this young man who was wearing a mask and sunglasses to block his face, looked like a fledgling,
The old shopkeeper raised his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared at Fangran.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a man by your side. What's the matter, have you finally changed your gender?"
"Information dealers just take money honestly and don't talk too much."
Taking out ten stacks of cash bills and throwing them directly in front of him, Celika replied indifferently, then threw the rest together with the bag to Fangran and walked out.
After Fangran quickly caught it, he followed her and walked out.
And until you go out,
Only then did Fangran react abruptly, and looked at Celika with a shocked expression:
"Wait, just those two sentences and one photo cost $100,000!???"
And Celika turned her head and asked with a look of "what are you surprised about?":
"is there a problem?"
"Ah. No..."
After the tickets and commodities, Fangran once again felt how terrifying the consumption level of the participants was.
"By the way, the maker of that equipment is also clear, what should we do now?"
"Contact them first, and then join us to investigate this guy's whereabouts."
Listening to Fangran's question, who didn't know what to write in the notebook, Celika took out the communication device to contact the other two while stepping forward to give a general explanation.
The contact was quickly connected, and Annabella's cold and beautiful face appeared in the video screen formed by the virtual projection.
"What's up?"
"The maker of that thing has found out, how is the situation on your side?"
Also too lazy to talk to her, Celika directly explained the situation in the shortest way, and seemed to be upset that she found the clue so quickly,
Annabella gave a 'cut' and replied coldly:
"I've asked some people, and no one knows anything about static transparent camouflage gear."
As expected, Celica spoke indifferently without any extra emotion:
"Yes, then let's meet you over there now."
Without speaking, Annabelle snorted and was about to hang up.
Then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking,
Both Fangran and Celika saw a male figure behind her who looked like an elite white-collar worker,
He has brown hair and wears decorative glasses.