Zach tilted his head. He had gotten carried away. When he realized the fact, he was a little disappointed in the gray professional circle in which he belonged. But it doesn't matter. Speaking of which, this is just a citizen's game played by the vampire. He is just playing and putting himself into an embarrassing role. It's not a big deal, life goes on.
"Okay, Hank." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Thanks for reminding me, but I don't think it's something to be ashamed of in a professional world that requires teamwork to survive. After all, it's very convenient." Zach curled his lips. , the gray professional circle allowed him to meet 'General', Nuo, and even Steve Walker. Yes, Zach's wording was very accurate - 'convenience'.
"Especially when you never tell me the old history of Grande, I need these people, I need these relationships, this group, the tighter they can hold me, the better."
Hearing Zach say this, Old Hank clicked his tongue, this is the truth.
Old Hank impatiently pushed away the wooden board in front of him, replaced it with another one, and urged, "Don't dwell on these damn things. If you have any questions, ask them right away!"
Zach raised his hand, a little speechless, "I've already asked, I want to know, do you know the other 'cleaners' in Barton?" Zach had a smile on his face, "For example, your competitors or something like that?" .”
"What are you going to do?!" Old Hank glared at Zach, "What did you do outside that you need someone to clean up?!" This was a question. It seemed that Old Hank might have misunderstood. He thought our vampire was reduced to needing others. Help clean up the scene.
This was an insult to Zach's ability. Zach curled his lips and said, "Of course not. I just want to know, if someone needs to clean up the scene now, who will they call?"
Zach actually regrets it. When he was at Lane's house, he actually heard the fat woman say a name, but in the mood of wanting to put down his things and leave quickly, Zach didn't pay attention and vaguely remembered what it was, "Aix." 'Similar pronunciation.
"Grand is enough!! Who is competing?!" Old Hank's voice suddenly rose to a higher level, and he tore off a long piece of sawdust.
Zack pursed his lips and shook his head. "So you don't know anything."
"Are you out of your mind?" Old Hank waved the plane again, "I have been retired for ten years! How do I know if someone imitates me now! Ask me, who will I ask?"
Zach raised his eyebrows. Old Hank's words can fully show that he is the truly arrogant person. The profession of cleaners was not created by Old Grand and others. No one can imitate him...
"Zach?" Louise called out a little hesitantly.
Zach had long since noticed her standing behind the south door of the warehouse, but he probably saw him talking to Hank and didn't want to disturb her.
Zach gave Old Hank one last look and shook his head. The old man didn't offer any help and looked at Louise, "What's wrong?"
"Have you finished talking?" Louise said hello to Old Hank, but was ignored. She didn't mind, and pursed her lips at Zach, "I just came back and checked the answering machine. There were a few messages. .Are you going to listen?”
Of course I have to go.
Anyway, old Hank ignored him, and Zach stopped saying hello. He stood up directly, stretched out his arms and prepared to hug Louise and walk towards Grande together. Unexpectedly, Louise actually avoided Zach, with an unclear smile on her face, "It's better to say goodbye, your 'interest' was interrupted. Don't blame me."
Zach's hands were stretched dryly in the air, with a helpless face. This was basically Louise telling Zach in her unique way that he would not feel better after listening to the message.
Zach's hand retracted. Sighing and touching his cheek, he followed Louise onto the back porch. Louise went to the second floor to watch the new version of Cook's Kitchen with Alice, while Zach walked into the restaurant.
Louise had already thoughtfully rewind the video tape, and Zach directly pressed the play button.
Fortunately, he already had Louise's vaccination. Zach got himself a cup first and leaned it to his lips, waiting for the human voice to appear in the noise of the cassette spinning.
"It's me." Nuo's voice was depressed, "I found something. Well, didn't you tell me that Boyson bought those fake soul-inducing grasses, so I tracked those fake soul-drawing grasses."
Zach raised his eyebrows, it seemed to be good news, although Zach had no idea how to track those 'hay'.
"As a result, those soul-inducing herbs were not actually sold until the end of Bishop's funeral." Nuo in the message began to explain, "The original sellers only received the money in advance, not the deposit, but the money that exceeded your price. Rand ordered three times the price, in full, in cash, and requested that the grass be seized and delivered to a designated location."
"And this location was only notified to these merchants yesterday. Steve helped me inquire about it, and the final location where the goods were received was a private warehouse of the Quinn family. I just came back from there... "
Zach frowned. He remembered that he specifically told Nuo not to have any contact with Boyson, but Nuo still acted alone.
"Well, maybe I didn't say it clearly, but it is the private warehouse of the Quinn family." Nuo Zai emphasized in the message, "It is registered in the name of Pochi Quinn, which means that it must be opened by Pochi Quinn himself. We entered the warehouse." Nuo's tone was a bit self-deprecating, "So you don't worry about me encountering any danger. The only thing I did was take a photo from a distance. Then I came back without success and called you. Well, that’s it, if you have time, call me, we need to go and confirm.”
After a gentle hang-up tone, the first message ends. Zach sipped half a glass of wine. He knew what the so-called private warehouse was, which was equivalent to a warehouse version of a bank safe. It was used to store large and valuable items that could not be made public, such as artworks for underground auctions.
This kind of place only recognizes faces, and there is no such thing as whose name the registration is under. This is natural. The contents inside cannot be made public, and the owner is naturally even less likely to be made public. I don’t know how Nuo is sure that it is Boqi.
Zach couldn't think too much, and the second message started to play.
"It's me." James' voice was low and cautious.
The minimal background sound made Zach lean forward and tilt his head. Benjamin's voice seemed to be approaching quickly and clearly from a very far away place, "James, who are you talking to on the phone?"
"Coulson." James' voice answered, then hung up.
Zach frowned, still wondering what the inexplicable message was about, when the third message started to play.
"It's me." The third 'It's me' didn't have any emotion, and it also made Zach completely unfamiliar. He didn't know who it was, but the person who left the message was completely unaware, "They are fighting, who should I help? Si? Bella, still Crowley, still Saint, still Ian, still Kesdir, still one of my own."
Oh, it's the skinchanger garrison in the Republic. As soon as Zach reacted, he had already hung up.
Zach blinked and watched as the time on the answering machine jumped for a quarter of an hour. The fourth message appeared, "No need, no one died." Hang up and the message was terminated. (..)