Twin Cities: Hero Witness System Chapter 65

Lin Wen walked along the alley, and didn't stop until it was almost the end.

After hearing the loud noise in the corner of the alley, Lin Wen leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to listen.

Then, he noticed that he had been standing here and listened for three minutes, but he was still undiscovered. Seeing this, Lin Wen shook his head secretly and smiled helplessly.

I haven't done this for a long time...

When I did this kind of thing before, it was when I was called a trench magistrate in Zaan.

Now, is Lin Wen going back to his old job?

Traditional craftsmanship really cannot be lost.

But there is one thing to say, the quality of these gangsters is obviously not high, and they are completely incomparable with the guys from Zaun.

That's right... they are just gangsters on the streets, but most of the guys in Zaun put their life and death aside.

Pressing down with both hands, Lin Wen's body slowly floated up with a breeze rising from under his feet. into the alley.

In the alley ——————

A group of local sand people in Bergun, and a group of outsiders who looked very difficult to mess with, at this moment, they were all sitting in a group, sitting on a huge rag, while sitting In the innermost middle position is a thin boy who draws cards with both hands and cuts out afterimages. He looks very honest and honest on the outside, but his eyes are full of cleverness.

"Come here, you can buy big and buy small! My friends, as long as you win the bet, if you win the bet, you will not have to go to the dangerous desert for scavenging for several days, and if you lose the bet, You can find someone to borrow money to make a comeback, after all, I believe that there will be a moment when the goddess of luck will take care of you, right?!"

Not far from him is a stocky, short fat man with various items that he has just accepted, and these items are the group of scavengers who are sitting on the cloth and gambling in the desert. come.

"My friends, we accept all kinds of currency, whether you're taking a Noxian gold wheel, or Pi City's gold, or your Shurima currency, we all take it. But if it's an item ...you can sell to us and we'll buy your stuff at a fair price!"

"Bilgewater people will not deceive people, deception is a shameful thing, as a citizen of Bilgewater, a powerful maritime nation, deception is included in the crime, and it will be beheaded! "

Humpty Dumpty continued: "And of course Bilgewater has its own currency, you see, this is a golden Kraken coin, this is a silver Sea Serpent coin, and... this is a copper Herring coin. "

"You can rest assured that Bidao money can be used all over the world, does Noxus know that? They are also using our money!"

Humpty Dumpty shouted spittle stars flying all over the place.

It is not difficult to see that this is actually a small gambling stronghold built on the Belgine market.

But this is not a strange thing in Belgion.

After all, the place in Belgun is very poor, and therefore, there are only a few profit-making methods for local gangsters in Belgun. They do not rely on stealing and robbing, or they open small gambling spots in the local area. Tavern, or... open a prostitute with robbed women.

The reason why there is such a custom is probably related to the fact that the sand people in Shurima who scavenge wastes always live a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife.

Most of the scavengers, they just have to live by their lives, and it is a day to live a day. Therefore, under this kind of thinking, they want to find some excitement in life, and the pursuit of excitement has become a very important thing for them.

And gambling and **** are the best way to stimulate scavengers.

Just not far from this small gambling spot, there is a medium-sized tent.

In the tent, two young people are talking.

"Tobias, I think we should start. You've been observing for too many days. We can't delay any longer."

"Please call me Drizzt, don't call my name outside."

"I know Tobias, but did you listen to what I said? I said you have been observing for too many days, those guys have noticed our movements, if you don't do it, it will be too late if they are on guard. !"

"I said, please call me Drizzt." He said helplessly to the strong man in front of him, Drizzt leaned his body on the reclining chair, his toes exerted force, and he leaned back little by little. Drizzt raised his head with a faint smile on his face. He said softly, "As for the precautions you mentioned, they are actually taking precautions against us."

"Uh, what do you mean? You mean they already knew we were going to steal from them?"

"No, I don't know."

Drizzt stretched out his hand and moved his five slender fingers lightly. He saw a card the size of an adult's palm caught between his two fingers. "Shuh!" He turned his wrist again, palm up, the card was not The spinning stopped, sticking to his palm.

"In the eyes of the Mist Organization, we are just a blind gang, a group of idiots who are used to robbery at sea and are still self-righteous when they land on the land."

"Can you speak normally? What are you always doing so mysteriously? Can you straighten your broken mouth and curled tongue?"

Drizzt sighed and said helplessly to the man in front of him: "Graves, I really hope you can move your head. Do you really think those Noxians don't care about the Mist Organization?"

Graves blew his big beard and held a gun, standing there like a fool, and he continued: "Since you said that they were friends with the Noxians, why didn't they ask those officers for help? When they come forward, we must not slap our **** and run away right away?"

"For the money, my friend. The cost of asking the Noxians for help is clearly far greater than the "consequences" they have to deal with us. The Noxians are more greedy than we are, you know that of."

Drizzt said with a smile.

"Then what shall we do next? Anyway, I don't understand anything, so I'll just listen to you." The bearded man with a weak head was very straightforward. He sat cross-legged on the ground with a double-barreled gun. Say out loud, "We've always done this, haven't we?"

"Yes, brother~www.mtlnovel.com~ This time is the same as before."

Drizzt nodded and said, then he picked up the wine glass on the wooden table next to him, took a sip, looked at Graves and said, "This time, if you can really steal those materials, take them with you. Those hex calls. With that vote, Graves, I don't think we'll have to come out for at least two years."

"Can that thing be worth that much?"

Until now, Graves didn't know what was so good about those little square boxes.

"Of course, that's a Hex phone, and Planck already wanted one."

Graves nodded blankly.

Anyway...the two of them have always been like this. Whatever his brother said, he did what he did.

He has force, his brothers have brains, and they can do great things.

"but..."

Drizzt looked up outside the tent.

"It seems that we have a new friend here."

Graves, who has worked with Drizzt for many years, immediately understood what he meant, holding the gun, Graves immediately scolded and walked out of the tent, "Damn, who dares to make trouble on Lao Tzu's site?"

But he just lifted the tent with the barrel of the gun, but the person screamed "Ouch", and then flew out.

"Grass?"

Graves lay on the ground in a daze and scolded, next to Drizzt who had dodged away.

The corner of the tent was lifted up by someone's hand, and a handsome young man walked in.

With beautiful black hair, he was looking at Drizzt and Graves with a dumbfounded expression.

He said:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"My name is Lin Wen, and I'm the leader of the Mist Organization."

Chapter end