Is this the tailor's shop? Guan Jin stood at the corner and looked at the light beige signboard and pink decoration in front of him, and wanted to turn his head back. Looking at Simon's behavior, Guan Jin's various alternative styles of "Miss" Margaret are really not inspiring at all.
Pushing open the door with the "resting" sign on it, the wind chime at the door made a crisp sound.
Guan Jin looked around, it was empty, except for the cloth and a lot of hanging clothes, no one was there. He looked up at the narrow stairs and stepped up.
Once on the second floor, Guan Jin almost took a step back and rolled down the stairs. All that come into view are lace, veil, plush toys, tutu skirts, rhinestones, pink, yellow, green, blue... blinding people's eyes. Among the dazzling colors, Guan Jin found a long counter with a person sitting behind it, but most of his body was covered by a hanging lace skirt.
"Are you from the store?" Guan Jin asked as he walked.
"Do you want to make clothes? We're not open yet." The man replied gruffly, reaching out and removing the covering skirt.
Guan Jin slowly looked up... Yes, looked up. Sitting behind the counter was a strong man who looked like an iron tower. He was at least 2 meters tall, with brown hair and a stubble under his jaw. He looked fierce.
An ominous premonition rose in Guan Jin's heart: "I'm looking for Margaret."
The strong man showed a surprised expression, looked at Guan Jin up and down, suddenly put his hands together, and blinked shyly: "Oh, so you are Xiao Guan, Simon told me yesterday. I didn't expect you to be so cute~"
Guan Jin was shocked and asked calmly, "Who are you?"
"I'm Margaret..." "Miss" Margaret gently stirred her fingers together, embarrassed.
Was he just writhing? Are you twisting? ! A muscular man with a height of more than 2 meters, against the background of a pile of tutu skirts, spoke in a rough voice while twisting shyly and timidly, making Guan Jin almost want to insert his eyes. What strange creatures do old men know, can there be a normal person!
Of course, these are all psychological activities, I dare not say it. Because this Margaret seems to have a loli glass heart, but if he goes crazy and reveals the essence of King Kong, he is really hard to resist.
"If that's the case, you should know what I'm here for, right?"
"I know, I have what you want, just wait a moment~" Margaret stood up, ran to a corner with a gust of wind, turned around for a long time, holding a big pink gorgeous box Running back and forth.
"Look, it's all great stuff." Margaret gently opened the box as if offering a treasure.
Guan Jin glanced at it with a probe, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a Barbie doll inside. Communication equipment, small blasters, g22 sniper rifles, accessories and bullets were all available. Guan Jin reached out and touched the gun body, missing his equipment a little.
"There is also a watch with integrated functions. If you need to order, I have already placed the order. As long as it is shipped, I will deliver it to you as quickly as possible."
"I will go back to country C tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I have a solution."
"Thank you." Guan Jin didn't expect this person to be very reliable.
"You're welcome, here it is, take it." Margaret tied a sky-blue bow on the box with a ribbon and happily stuffed it to Guan Jin.
"...Can I ask for a different box?" Guan Jin asked with difficulty.
"Okay, which one do you like?" Mr. Margaret turned around and took out a dozen colorful and extremely princess-style gift boxes from under the counter, looking at him expectantly.
"...Forget it, it's still this one."
Margaret put the pile of boxes back in a bit of disappointment.
"Are you the contact person? Can I contact the 'Colonel' through you? The 'Collector' once told me that he has a large number of personnel that he can mobilize, and having him is equivalent to having an army." Guan Jin continued to ask.
Margaret's big head nodded like a bird: "He's a very rude person, but you'll have no problem getting in touch with him. When are you going to South America?"
"South America?!" Guan Jin was a little stunned for not knowing why.
"Yeah, he's a mercenary chief, and South America is his territory. Who is Xiaoguan asking him to kill? A Mexican drug lord or a Brazilian arms dealer?"
... Guan Jin's face is expressionless, and his heart is already running wild. Anything with him is equivalent to having an army, and he already has an army! The head of the mercenary is useless, can he pull the army to C country? ! Why doesn't the bastard Hermes go to South America on business! ! !
"Forget it, I guess he's busy, so I won't disturb him."
"Simon asked me to contact the 'Street Performer', and he can help you with any financial support you need."
"Street artist?"
"Well, he is our source of funds. He said it himself. He entertains the public all day long by performing and accumulates funds."
"What the hell does he do?"
"I don't know that either."
Guan Jin nodded.
"By the way, if you need me, I can also contact a 'psychiatrist', a very powerful person who can hypnotize." Margaret's eyes were filled with admiration.
"No need." Guan Jin affirmed. He is allergic to the word "psychology", and looking at the appearance of these two people, he is sure that this psychiatrist can't be prepared to be more mad than a mental patient.
"Looking at your age, how can you know these people?" Guan Jin was a little puzzled.
"Actually, Margaret wasn't me, it was my mother." Margaret pointed to a photo on the wall embarrassedly. "When she retired, I took over her duties."
Guan Jin looked at a thin old lady with gray hair in the photo, but the expression on her face was very energetic. I really don't know how she raised such an Optimus Prime with a Lolita heart.
"What about hers?"
"She went around the world with her new husband."
"… "
With that stupid box, Guan Jin left the small building and drove back to the villa. He had to sigh the truth of the fact that things gather people by like, and there are no normal people around the old man. In fact, the old man, an art thief who is at the top of the Interpol blacklist, steals things not for money, but for hobbies, which is quite different in itself. However, he met this group of eccentrics who lived freely in his own world by chance, so they hit it off and formed a special informal organization. There is no name, no hierarchy, one-line connection with each other, without any third party, using their own unique power to help each other. Each of them has a nickname that fits their own characteristics, and it is agreed that this mutual aid relationship can be inherited. They are either well-known in their own circles, or ordinary like passers-by, but no outsiders know that they are connected with each other, which is their greatest protection. Just imagine, who would think that a monstrous bar owner has anything to do with an old lady in a tailor shop, his son, and a South American mercenary head? These people solve troubles. They are not a relationship of interests, but a group of friends who appreciate and trust each other in order to resist bondage and seek freedom. It is because of these words that Guan Jin walks alone on the edge of life and death, never touches these people easily, is not used to suddenly having so many 'friends', and does not want to bring the old man's friends into trouble. It's just that now, he has no choice.
"You're back!" Tony jumped up from the sofa when Guan Jin entered the door, "Ow, did you buy me a present? Guan, you've become cute." To avoid suspicion, Tony continued to call him now name.
"What do you daydream about."
"Just kidding. By the way, there is news from Taki, he said that the spider has been in frequent contact with this side recently, and I am afraid it is about to take action. About the spider, there are probably not many people who have seen him alive. He was scared. He didn't dare to put one out, so he sent an ambiguous sentence. I seriously doubt which popular science book he copied from to fool me!" Tony angrily took out his mobile phone and flipped out the text message to Look at Guan Jin.
"Most spiders forage by spinning their webs and waiting for their prey to come to their door."
"Isn't this nonsense? Saying it is the same as not saying it, right?" Tony said.
Guan Jin did not agree, but fell into contemplation.
This is Guan Jin's cell phone ringing, it's Simon.
"It's very coincidental. I heard some exciting news. Hermes did go to country C not long ago, and he will go to an event in the upper-class business circle ten days later for a week on the Weatherlight."
"Weather Sky?"
"A large luxury cruise ship in the city of S will have a tour around the coastline, which will be held privately."
Guan Jin had to sit up straight from the sofa: "The news is reliable"
"Very reliable. And I have confirmed one of his characteristics, he is a mixed blood, but he has no idea what he looks like. The mixed blood may not have obvious features, it is for reference only."
"Very useful, thank you." Guan Jin admired their response speed and source of information, which Tony couldn't find out.
"You're welcome, we are our own people. By the way, the buskers and psychiatrists will come to the boat and help you secretly. You can let it go."
Guan Jin was taken aback, "I have no intention of letting you go into danger."
"They don't think it's dangerous. It's hard to have fun. If I didn't have other things, I would also like to go." Simon's voice was unwilling.
Well, I forgot, these people don't care about life or death, they just like to enjoy what they love, such as danger and excitement. Guan Jin readily accepted the help, although he was a little uneasy about the style of the two men.
"By the way," Guan Jin suddenly remembered the most important question, "How can I get on the boat?"
"Uh... We forgot about this question. But it doesn't matter, leave it to the busker, he must have a solution. You can go back with confidence and wait for my news." Simon took it all in.
Guan Jin hung up the phone, and Simon's last sentence "You're not alone now" suddenly made him feel a lot more at ease.
After hurriedly ending the trip to the United States, Guan Jin flew back alone. The equipment cannot be brought in through normal channels. He has already handed it over to Tony, and it is estimated that it will arrive at about the same time.
In the next few days, it's time to get used to the new gun, Guan Jin thought while walking out of the safe passage.
"Fortunately, you came back on time." A familiar voice interrupted his thinking. Guan Jin raised his head in surprise and saw Lu Yunyang standing at the front of the crowd with his arms crossed, looking at him.
Guan Jin approached subconsciously: "Why are you here?!"
"I'm here to pick you up, although you left without saying goodbye, I still have to do my duty as a suitor." Lu Yunyang opened his arms, took a step forward, and hugged Guan Jin in his arms, "Welcome back."
Guan Jin froze on the spot, feeling numb, the corner of his mouth twitched, just about to push the numb man away.
"I had a hunch that maybe you won't come back. Thank God, I was wrong." Lu Yunyang's deep voice sounded softly in Guan Jin's ear.
Guan Jin's raised hand stopped in the air, his face was tangled for a while, but he put his hand down with a sigh, and patted Lu Yunyang's back lightly: "Hey, don't make such a bitter drama, when will I I can't say it back."
Lu Yunyang let go of him, looked at Guan Jin, took his travel bag, and held him with the other hand: "Let's go home."
"Don't talk about it, we feed like we live in the same house. I said, don't hold me, two big men holding hands are very perverted!" Guan Jin's calm and revenge emotions that had been sorted out were turned into a pot of porridge.
"If I don't pull you, my heart is always at ease."
"You—" Guan Jin really began to consider the possibility of not coming back.
"Wait, how did you know that I went abroad? How did you know that I was back on this flight today? Lu Yunyang, you dare to check me?!"
"You've lost weight, is it that the food you eat outside is unpalatable? I'll go back and stew chicken to make up for it, or stew pigeon soup or turtle soup?"
"Evil, I don't eat turtles!"
"Then let's stew black chicken."
"...Damn, don't change the subject!"