The Eagle Dagger is Brest's treasure. This dagger was a trophy he found from the body of a sheriff when he killed him. At that time, he was not as famous as he is now. That time he robbed a carriage near a small town. He was not able to kill anyone and dump their bodies in the wild. He spared the family on the carriage, but this also attracted a lot of attention. the local sheriff. The Sheriff kept chasing him and refused to give up even after running a long way. He also said that he was wanted.
Finally, he was forced to fight back, killing the Sheriff in the wild, and obtained the Eagle Dagger from the Sheriff's body. He knew nothing about antiques, but he knew that when someone like himself, who had never seen the market, felt that the thing in his hand was a good thing, it was probably a good thing. When the handle of this eagle dagger is pointed upward, it looks like an eagle standing on a tree trunk with its wings folded. The upper body of the eagle forms the handle of the dagger. When the dagger is pulled out of the scabbard, it becomes the lower body of the eagle. .
There are layers of feather-like patterns on the steel blade of the dagger. Brest thinks this is definitely a good thing. Even if it is not an antique, it can be worth a lot of money, so he always carries this dagger with him. .
At this time, he placed the dagger on the drunkard's neck. The carefully maintained blade, which had never cut anything hard, just touched the drunkard's skin, causing the drunkard to feel slight stings. His drunkenness disappeared in an instant, he woke up, and slowly turned around with his hands raised.
Brest frowned, "Put that thing of yours in there, or I'll cut it off and feed it to the dogs!"
The drunkard immediately stuffed his baby back into his crotch, zipped it up and raised his hands again. He slightly lowered his head and glanced at Brest's baby, closing his mouth tightly and not daring to make any sound.
"Very good, I like obedient children. Did you know that a carriage entered the town today?" He closed the door of the single room and asked his companion to block the door. If anyone wanted to come in, he would give him a signal for convenience. He immediately cleaned up the situation here.
Logically speaking, gold diggers are poor people, and people should have sympathy and compassion for gold diggers. But in fact, no one likes gold diggers. This group of people who are desperate for money used to often appear around the living areas to rob or steal. Once their actions are discovered, they become more dangerous and will kill those who discover them to prevent their portraits from becoming the object of competition for other gold diggers who claim to be messengers of justice.
The drunkard thought for a moment with his brain that was being cleaned by alcohol. After a few neurons were connected awkwardly, he nodded quickly, "Yes, I know there is a carriage parked opposite my house."
This surprised Brest. He didn't expect that just by catching a guy, he could figure out where Dulin was hiding, which would be of great help to their next plan. He licked his lips, as he always did when he was excited, "Where is your home?"
The drunkard said honestly and in a somewhat sad tone: "My family is gone!"
"Are you kidding me?" Brest's happiness didn't last for five seconds before he became a little annoyed. With a little force on his hand, the blade of the knife was pressed against the skin and embedded in the drunkard's neck, but no blood flowed out. In fact, the skin is not afraid of slight squeezing, but is afraid of cuts. But this was enough to scare the drunkard. He suddenly wanted to urinate, but he had just urinated. The poor faucet behind him was not tightened, and a few drops of water dripped out, which was particularly crisp in this extremely quiet toilet.
Tick tock.
Tick tock!
"No, absolutely not, my house was burned down, so I have no home!", he explained, he did not deceive anyone, he swore on the toes of God.
Brest laughed angrily when he heard this explanation, "Very well, tell me where you live, and I will let my friends drink with you. If you dare to lie to me, I guarantee you will not see me." The moon tonight!”
"The newspaper said it will rain tonight..." The drunkard shivered again and raised his hands higher, "Okay, okay, I said..."
Brest came out of the toilet and shook his head in anger and amusement. He put his treasure back into the scabbard and hung it on his belt. He said to his companions outside the toilet, "I heard that the second floor here is for rent. Room, you take him up and wait for me to come back."
His companion nodded and pulled the drunkard up to the second floor. Brest walked straight towards the door, and the other person sitting at the round table also stood up.
It was already noon, and there were not that many people on the street, but there were still some people. Although Wasiu Town is not a large town with tens of thousands of households, it is still a medium-sized town with four to five thousand households. It is not uncommon to see pedestrians rushing home for dinner on the street. Brest and the others seemed a bit different among these people. Many people saw their attire and would rather avoid them than get too close to them.
It is common knowledge among ordinary people that gold diggers are all crazy.
Fortunately, the town is not too big, and you can get it with a little inquiry. In the end, Brest stood next to the still smoking ruins. This was the home of the drunkard. After he turned around, he saw a small hotel, only three floors high. The signboard looked quite fashionable, considering the aesthetics of this town.
The two entered the hotel, and Brest slapped the ten dollars on the counter. The boss, who was grinning at the counter, looked up impatiently, "How can I help you? You'd better hurry up. !”
"How many rooms do I want?" He said and looked at the floor plan full of keys hanging on the wall inside the counter. This floor plan was made up of three pieces connected together. Each piece of the floor plan was marked with the number of floors on each floor. rooms, and the rooms of these rooms. There are no keys on the hooks of three rooms. They must be occupied by others. The rest have keys hanging on them.
The boss casually took the ten dollars on the table and brought it to his nose, sniffed it, and then flicked it with his fingers before stuffing it properly into the leather shoe cuff. He looked up and down at the two gold diggers outside the counter, hesitated, and quoted a price, "One yuan and a half a day, how many rooms do you want?"
During lunch, a local middle-aged man whispered a few words in Du Lin's ear. Then Du Lin glanced at Du Fu and said, "Those gold diggers stayed in the hotel in the morning." This sentence was already there. The fate of these people was decided, but Du Lin did not intend to simply kill them. That would be a waste of the gift that these people came so far to give. He then looked at Eric, who was sitting on his right, "These people can let you go back to work. By the way, my friends in the mainland have found your lost savings certificate. It can be found in any central bank in the empire." , use this set of numbers to report the loss of your savings certificate, and you can receive a new certificate.”
As he spoke, Dulin pushed a small card to Eric's hand and reminded with a smile: "You have to be careful this time. Don't lose it again. It will be very troublesome to find it!"
Dulin called Mr. Jack and asked Mr. Jack to help him set up a secure anonymous account with 100,000 yuan in it. This kind of trivial matter is not even a serious matter to Mr. Jack. The largest money laundering dealer in the underground world has a very broad cooperative relationship with the Imperial Central Bank and Southern Commercial Bank. Creating an account out of thin air is just a matter of A sentence that is not even a favor.
Eric picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, then picked up a small card. There was a set of eighteen numbers on the card. He nodded and put the card into his coat pocket. "Don't worry, I won't do it this time." Throw it away!"
Once he decided to become friends with Dulin, Eric's mentality changed very quickly. He felt that Dulin was right. If he wants to be loyal to the empire, he must first be qualified to be loyal to the empire. Now he is just a poor guy who is not even qualified as a chess piece. What he is loyal to is not the empire, but the will of certain people. Once he accepted Du Lin's ideas, he realized how stupid he had been in the past. If he could become the chairman of the Security Committee, then he would definitely draw a line with Du Lin and ensure that everything he did was for this purpose. nation.
Now is the time for him to accumulate strength. He needs to accept some less friendly gifts. For the sake of great ideals, some small mistakes are allowed.
"Who are they?" Eric, who quickly entered the state, was very curious about the identity of this group of people. Since Dulin said that these people were valuable, they must have a huge effect on him.
Dulin smiled, picked up a napkin and touched his lips, "If I guessed correctly, they should be from the Freedom Front."
Du Lin's answer gave Eric a feeling of horror and palpitations. Because he had gone to school and received higher education, he heard another meaning from Du Lin's words - Du Lin had contact with the Freedom Front, so The guy in a cloak and hood they saw in the morning must also be from the Freedom Front, and was most likely a very important high-level figure in the Freedom Front.
Next, he fell into silence. Because he discovered his own insignificance, such a young man who was younger than himself not only had huge power on the stage, but also had frightening influence in invisible places. He forced a smile, "If it's true, that would be great!"
"We'll get started after dinner, and call the Sheriff on the way."
The Sheriff was called to create some so-called on-site evidence. The body of Eric's colleague was not burned with the fire, but was stolen.
It sounds like a corpse can be easily burned to ashes. In fact, it is difficult to completely burn it without sufficient high-temperature flames. It often leaves a human-shaped char, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Once a body appears in the ruins, it will definitely attract the attention of the Sheriff, and maybe he will actually call for backup. This time happened to be a high-pressure period for the military in the west to search for the Freedom Front. Even if there was a one-in-10,000 chance of attracting soldiers, Dulin would not allow it.
And now, this body is used. Although they have buried the person in the vegetable garden, can't they just dig it out again
(End of chapter)