ps: Preliminary summary:
Siberella, Crowley, and the skinchanger went to the Republic, but their return date is unknown. Benjamin and James went to Newton Comic Con and came back a week later.
In the first volume, Porky Quinn used an unknown chronic poison on the old Quinn and his wife. Fortunately, Mrs. Quinn was saved by Grande's intervention. In Volume 18, Jackson, who returned to Barton, said that Pochi had been in contact with a 'dangerous Indian wizard'. In the extra chapter 'Thirteen years ago', Sibella told Boyson, an Indian in the gray professional circle, to bury Ian.
Volume 8: Michelle, Dylan’s girlfriend and Smith’s employee, is addicted to drugs and cannot quit. In Volume 15, 'Valmina' was wiped out under the joint arrangements of Zach, No, and James through Barton's sales channels, and a tainted witness was created that allowed Smith to completely attack his competitors.
Michelle pushed up her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and looked around. She found uncomfortably that her attire did not bring her any privacy. The ordinary pedestrians on Ogier Street looked with disdain at this person who drove a Hermann carapace, wore a hat, sunglasses, and wore obvious clothing. There are more than five sneaky women.
Michelle was a little irritated, took off her sunglasses, and put them back on uncomfortably, attracting more attention. She lowered her head and hid her face, quickly walked away from her car, stood in front of a door on the street, and knocked on the door impatiently.
Ogier Street, graffiti on buildings should be a specialty here. Young people with spray paint paint on any vertical surface, and they don't care whether the place they graffiti is someone else's window or facade. The door that Michelle knocked on at this moment... Wait, let's step back and look. This is the keyhole on a huge iron door in the void.
Michelle wiped the dark paint off her knuckles irritably, approached the door she had knocked on, and spoke in a low voice. "Customer 13."
"You're early." The voice behind the door responded, "It's not your turn yet."
"What does it matter?" Michelle stood in front of the door irritably, looking left and right at the afternoon street. She was disappointed to find that her attention had not diminished at all. The bored people on the street were watching with interest. Looking at this woman who felt completely uncomfortable.
Michelle seemed impatient and kept trying to push the door open with her fingers. His voice rose unconsciously and trembled unnaturally, "Do you want me to go in or not?"
"Uh, forget it." The door opened, and the indoor space was revealed behind the opened door, but it did not damage the overall graffiti on the wall at all, because the door was as dark as the room.
Michelle stepped into the darkness, the uncomfortable distraction on the street finally gone. But Michelle's mood did not improve at all, after adapting to the dim indoors. The environment here and the Indian man in front of her made her feel as uncomfortable as the passers-by on the street!
Michelle's nose was helpless, "This place stinks as much as the sewer!"
If I had to describe it, it felt like a laboratory, just like Maggie Xinyue's perfume distribution room in the basement of her home. It was filled with medicine bottles, reagents, and materials with weird shapes and indistinguishable shapes. This place doesn't smell good at all. Michelle said it stinks like a sewer.
The Indian man wearing a bolo tie curled his lips. The dim light casts gloomy shadows on the deep outlines of the Indians, making this man's face feel cold.
"If you don't like it here, you can leave." The man waved his hand, walked back to his workbench, and began to fiddle with the unknown food and stuff it into the wooden bowl. Crush it, making a dull crushing sound, "I can save part of the reserved inventory." He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Michelle, "Maybe I can sell it for a better price." He winked. . "You know, 'Valmina' is out of print now in Barton, oh no, in the Federation."
Yes, it's the 'Valmina' who should have disappeared!
"Boisen!" Michelle took off her sunglasses and glared at the man in front of the workbench, "You'd better be more conscious! Don't play with me! I can easily report you to my boss!"
Michelle's boss, Smith.
"Hehehe..." A strange chuckle came from the throat of an Indian man named Boyisen, "Just kidding, you are my 'boss'." Boyisen put down the things in his hands and spoke slowly. He took out a small plastic bag filled with white pills from the drawer under the workbench, "Did you bring any cash?"
Michelle moved very quickly. She inserted her sunglasses directly into her collar, opened the leather bag in her hand, took out the thick brown envelope from the bag, and handed it directly to Boyson.
Boyson took the envelope, but the hand holding the plastic bag did not hand out the 'goods'. Instead, he withdrew it the moment Michelle was about to touch it, "Wait a moment." He curled his lips and chuckled, " Even though I’m a regular customer, I still need to take stock.”
Michelle stared at the small bag of pills she didn't get, took a deep breath, and could only wait gloomily.
Boyson didn't seem to understand the customer's mood at all. He opened the envelope slowly and took a breath into the envelope in a playful manner, "This is the most fragrant thing." He took it out and started to look through the large pages one by one. of Dole banknotes.
Michelle's brows gradually furrowed and she ignored the pouch in Boyson's hand.
"You know what." Boyson slowly checked the banknotes, and looked at Michelle with a chuckle, not knowing whether it was for fun or for some other reason, "As an old customer, I must remind you."
Michelle didn't want to hear it, but it didn't matter. Boyson continued, "You have to control the amount you use." He tilted his head and grinned, "Just like I said." He checked the banknotes and tapped the drum with his fingers. "These are all my inventory. If they are gone, they are gone."
These words should have attracted some attention from Michelle. Her eyes slightly shifted away from the small bag of pills, and her brows furrowed deeper, "Like I said before, don't play with me! Have you forgotten what I do? You can make as many of these things as you want!”
By the way, don’t forget what Michelle does. A talented student majoring in biochemistry entered the building materials industry, but we all know that in Smith Group, Michelle has given full play to her professional position, which is still quite core...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Boyson raised a finger, shook it at Michelle, and looked around his studio, "It's just because I know that I'm reminding you. You should have a better studio. "Equipment, right? Why don't you take one or two pills and analyze them." Boyson pointed to the small bag filled with white pills at his hand again and looked at Michelle with a smile.
Michelle's face looked unnatural for a moment.
"Ah!" Boyson smiled brightly, "Have you ever done this kind of thing? Hahaha."
Michelle has indeed done it. The reason is very simple. Will the person selling burgers be willing to spend money to buy other people’s burgers? This behavior is stupid. Michelle is not stupid, even so, she is still a regular customer.
"It doesn't matter." Boyisen waved his hand easily, "After all, we are peers, and I won't blame you at all." Boyisen blinked, "In fact, I can honestly tell you that in 'Valmina' There is a very, very special material, which is completely different from what you said. You can’t make as much as you need.”
Boyson squinted his eyes. In the dim light, it was hard to tell whether he was thinking about something, and his voice deepened, "Unfortunately, I don't have this special material in stock."
Then he murmured as if to himself, "If I had known earlier, thirteen years ago, I would have taken more. This one is not easy to get now."
I hope you all know what this whisper is about!
However, Michelle would not care what the uncomfortable Indian muttered. She would only care about Boyson finally checking all the banknotes and taking the pouch that was about to be seen through. Stuffed into the bag, he warned, "I don't care! You should know better that you still have 'in stock' when I come next time!"
"Hehehe..." With an unclear chuckle, Boyson put away the envelope and returned to the materials on the test bench, "I'll take a look at it then."
Michelle ignored it, opened the door, and stepped out of the dark 'keyhole'. She lowered her head and put on her sunglasses again, expecting to be greeted by the uncomfortable attention from the street again.
But she was wrong. The roar that erupted instantly and the red light that was bright and bright in the afternoon successfully drew everyone's attention to the south. Including Michelle herself.
"What happened?" Someone on the street began to look south and asked into the air.
"Hey, the direction of the Hermann factory?" someone answered into the air.
Michelle was stunned for only a moment and shook her head. This is an opportunity, so hurry up and leave. After getting in the car, he drove away from Ogier in a moment. (..)