Sires said to Mokawi, "How long are you going to stay here."
Sires had just spent the most stressful noon in his life. Why? Autumn is the season of harvest. After a morning of fruitful hard work, Sires, like an ordinary man, expects to have a table of loving lunch prepared by his lover staring at him after returning home. , but there was nothing. He saw his fiancée joking with a wanted criminal. Forget about lunch, even the minimum required love...
"She is not a wanted criminal." This was Burrell's explanation after being pulled aside by Siris, "She is my friend."
"Your friend? Where did you make such a friend?"
"What kind of friend? I told you, she is not a wanted criminal." Burrell left Siris and ignored her.
I can't ignore it anymore, and if I do, I'll have another quarrel and run away from home.
So Siris kept vigilant in cooking and paid attention to the conversation between his fiancée and the wanted criminal. Casually speaking, it was a very disturbing conversation - the two women were exchanging strange ways of doing things: when people looked at them strangely, , what to do, cry, cry until everyone retreats, or be indifferent and pretend not to see, or smile at the other person, laugh until the other person is ashamed. Yes, a madman's way of doing things.
All the rest of Siris's mind was on trying to get closer to the phone. Sires wanted to call the police.
But this little wish was discovered during lunch, because Mokawi didn't even bother to pick up the fork (Mokawi doesn't eat human lunch), and stared at Siris the whole time, "You are waiting. Phone? Live well man. If you don't concentrate on eating, you won't have strength. If you don't have strength, you won't have strength. Without strength, life won't be good. Right Briar."
Brielle chuckled.
Sires's face was crushed by a rainbow. His tolerance had its limits, "How long do you want to stay here?"
"I don't know." Mokawi looked at Briar, "Bubu..." This was Mokawi's unauthorized nickname for Briar, "How long do you think I have to stay here?"
"All afternoon." Brielle said in a good mood, "Serys is going to work in the afternoon, so you stay with me."
"No!" Sires stared at Briar, "I'm not going out in the afternoon! I'll be at home with you!"
"No, you go to work in the afternoon, I don't want you to accompany me." Burrell waved his hand simply.
"I want to accompany you!" Siris insisted for a moment, and then stared at Mokawi. As a human being, he should be self-conscious and should not continue to disturb the relationship between men and women in the master's family.
It's a pity that Mokawi is not an ordinary person. "Be good, go and work in the afternoon. Bubu and I have a lot of things to talk about~"
Siris stood up from his chair and did something quite stupid, yet inexplicably reasonable.
He walked towards the bedroom, making a brief sound of rummaging, and came out with a small revolver in his hand. Then he picked up Briar, pointed the gun at Mokavi, and moved towards the phone, "Don't move, I will shoot." !" He forced Briar behind him, picked up the phone receiver, put it on his shoulder, and started dialing.
Mokawi and Briar looked at each other, blinked, and it was Briar who spoke, "Stop it, Siris, I told you, she is not a wanted criminal."
"Then she can tell the police!" Sires had a sullen face, but somehow he managed to remain calm, and the dial for the phone slowly rolled back.
The good mood on Briar's face was gone. Without any precautions, Briar pulled off the phone cord and looked at Siris's incomprehensible face with no expression. "You don't believe me. I said Yes, she is my friend, not a wanted criminal."
"Brill!" Sires did not forget to continue pointing the small revolver at Mokavi, "How did you..."
Mokavi made some moves at this time, stood up slowly and in a humane manner, and left the table, leaving her lunch untouched. "Bubu, I think I should go. Let's talk next time."
"Don't go." Brielle looked past Sires who was blocking him, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Use those Toledo eyes of yours to erase his memory and let him go to work. Go, let’s continue chatting.”
Siris was briefly confused.
"Not now." Mokawi smiled and shook his head, "Haha, I've been chatting with you all morning, and I feel very much like myself now, which is pretty good." As Zach said, Mokawi's abilities are unstable, one at a time. People are the entire Thirteen Clan, and they are useless for a while. "It doesn't feel like Toledo..." This was Mokawi's words to describe his comfortable mood, but was interrupted.
"Wha, what do you mean? Erase my memory, are you talking about me?"
Brielle said nothing, ignoring Siris's frowning question.
Mokavi waved his hand, "I'm leaving. Let's talk next time, or you know where to find me~"
"Well, okay." Burrell nodded.
"Wait a minute, you..." Mokawi had already walked out of the door. No matter what Siris and Brier said, it was none of her business.
Mokawi, who was still a wanted criminal, did not waste any time on the road—
"Then, you want me to help you investigate, right?" Zach confirmed to Fisher behind the desk.
"kindness."
"Okay, let me help you." After saying this, Zach suddenly stood up and glanced at the window behind him.
Mokavi walked briskly into Benjamin's warehouse. Alas, for a moment of helplessness, Zach pursed his lips and sat back behind his desk again.
Fisher didn't seem to notice Zach's inexplicable behavior at all, and raised his eyebrows high, "You agreed?"
"Well, I agreed." Zach adjusted his mood, "But I promised to help you investigate, so I don't want the commission. You also said that this kind of thing is not suitable for anyone to discover, even if I am a gray professional, I will do it." Be careful. If this is a commission, Grande will have a position, and in the professional circle, my behavior will become inconvenient, even if it is to obtain information."
"Yes, yes!" Fisher nodded, "My idea is that I don't want anyone to know that I am doing this kind of business! That's why I hesitated for a long time." It was for this reason that Fisher came here to have a personal relationship with the West End people. Grande on official business.
Fisher also considered it so comprehensively, and Zach felt relieved. The commission would definitely have a result, no matter good or bad, help, haha, this is help, the result is good or bad, it is help.
Fisher held on to the armrest of the chair and stood up again in an uncomfortable posture. "It's not a commission. Although I can't directly give Grande any compensation, don't worry, I know what you want." Fisher stretched out his right hand and squinted. He rolled his eyes and said, "Anthony." He didn't mean too much, and he said very straightforwardly, "Don't worry, Quinn's position on the mayoral campaign has always been very clear, and Smith, these two companies happen to be related to your Grande." The one with the most trusting relationship. So, I think Anthony should be what Grande expects from you."
Zach smiled and said, "Haha, we are a small funeral home. What ideas can we have about the mayoral election?" Naturally, he wanted to be hypocritical and held Fisher's hand. "It's just that Benjamin is a veteran. I have always been grateful to the mayor for his policy care."
Do you still remember Susan's end, as mentioned in Grande? Ethera is fighting for the Fisher family, which is very good. A help that is not even a commission can make Ethera give up completely.
Fisher shook the hand he held vigorously, "Then I will have someone send some information this afternoon." A little more seriously, "These information must not be known to outsiders."
"Don't worry." Zach nodded seriously and sent Fisher off politely.
We just went downstairs and watched Fisher's car leave. Someone was already standing behind him. Bumi came out of the basement and said, "Dora is still down there with Louise."
"How's it going?" Zach asked.
"That's almost it. Louise's mood has returned to normal. This time she did kill a republican alien race. Her worries about gains and losses towards you and Mo these past few days have also come to an end. She should be back to normal soon."
Zach nodded, "That's good."
"Where's your side?" Bumi asked instead.
"It went very well. He asked me to help investigate the missing illegal workers in Port Massa. In exchange, he supported Anthony in the mayoral election." Zach smiled. The smile at this time was different from the one just now. True feelings show.
"He has no idea what's going on, right?" Bumi shook his head, feeling towards Fisher, well, not out of pity, but out of sheer unworthiness.
"He doesn't need to know." Zach glanced at Bumi, and his sincere smile became a little serious, "But this matter is not easy to handle. At least now that I have confirmed that I will take over, I still don't know what to do. Do."
"We need more information, at least first to find out whether Mayor Anthony's concerns are true." Bumi said something we don't know clearly, and it doesn't matter.
"He will have someone send the information in the afternoon, but I doubt that Fisher will be so confident in telling me the details of each node of this labor chain." Zach looked at Bumi seriously, "Besides, I don't want to talk to you yet. Face the mind readers." Let's be clear, we are talking about illegal labor, so please don't think of Morelin, a five-yuan store or Sibera, which does not use cheap labor. Then, the mind readers here are just It could be Ozzie Cozier from the Sabbat, "It's too labor-intensive, and it's very easy to make mistakes." Zach didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it. Mind-reading and Charming Eyes have some similarities, but they are completely different. Both parties are hard to guard against, "I need you."
Bumi curled her lips and patted Zach, "You still have to say it. Just like before, you are in the light and we are in the dark. Together, we are invincible."
Zack smiled and waved his hand, and walked towards the backyard, "I'd like to remind you that our invincibility was a century ago, I may be unfamiliar with it." This was a joke, and seeing Bumi smiling, his face turned into pores. You know, Zach pointed at Benjamin's warehouse, indicating that Bumi didn't need to follow.
Bumi was very alert, raised his chin, and stayed on the back porch. He didn't want to see Mokavi, and Zach had to go, because in Benjamin's warehouse, Mokavi and Benjamin were discussing Zach. , still a bad discussion—
Mokawi is complaining that he is still a wanted criminal. Do you still need to be reminded why Mokawi is a wanted criminal? It's because of Zach. In order for Novel to find him in Barton, Zach pushed the boat along Coulson's water and came up with this wanted poster.
When he walked into the warehouse, Mokawei was still complaining, "Although that little revolver is not threatening at all, but, it feels really bad to be pointed at by a weapon, and Bubu is in a difficult position."
What's worse is that Benjamin didn't defend Zach, and the focus was so distorted that Zach was speechless. "I can't see that Siris can do such a thing. I think he is a pretty honest guy."
The focus that left Zach speechless was, of course, normal communication for Mokawi, "Yes, and he didn't reload the gun at the moment. The revolver was fully loaded when he took it out from under the pillow."
What this means is that Siris placed a loaded gun under the pillow, which is more important than Coulson's wife hiding a gun in the kitchen...I don't know how to express it.
"Would putting a gun on the bed help with the job? From what you've heard, Brielle seems to like mentioning it."
"Well, it will help emotionally. Gun, 'gun', isn't this a metaphor commonly used by men? It's still a loaded gun~"
This topic has jumped to the point where Zach is confused, "Benjamin." Zach looked at the two people helplessly, "Can I talk to Mokavi."
Benjamin looked like a good thing had been interrupted, "This is my warehouse."
Zach twitched his lips and gave Benjamin an 'Are you serious? Now? ' look.
Benjamin waved his hands, stood up and left, leaving Mokawi behind.
"Little Zach, do you want to chat with me?" Mokavi looked at Zach as if nothing happened.
"Well, I want to talk." Zach's eyes twitched. Since Monday, he has been trying to delay this inevitable situation, but it is obvious that there is no longer any delay. "Mokavi, please be reasonable. You can't blame me for letting him go." You became a wanted fugitive. I had no idea you were still in the Federation."
"I can't?" Mokawi looked curious and tilted his head, "I know Toledo has no respect for me or the entire Mokawi clan, but I can't even complain?"
He had to deny it outright, "How could you be disrespectful?" Zach even saluted immediately, "We're just not good at communicating with you."
"Okay, I can understand." Mokawi waved his hand magnanimously, "But I still have to complain. You make it difficult for me to win over the people I value, haha, the descendant candidates."
Zach didn't want to comment on the meaning of these words. He couldn't let Mokawi take the topic away. Once it took off, Zach felt powerless to pull it back. "The wanted order matter is being processed. After a while, you won't need to be distracted by this." It's annoying, I promise."
"Oh?" Mokawi raised his eyebrows, looking very interested, "How to deal with it?"
"If you weren't only here with Benjamin these days..." Zach shook his head and almost couldn't hold it back, adjusted his mood, and said again, "You don't have to worry about it now, just leave it to us."
"Oh, I like this statement. Just leave it to you, haha. Okay, you can go and call Benjamin back~"
Zack…(.)