Mystery: Shadow of Order

Backlund, Carlton Club.

With the end of Prime Minister Agushid Negan's speech, the Conservative Party elders present scattered in the hall in twos and threes began to talk or exchange interests on what they were interested in.

Duke Negan, the Tory's biggest supporter, was not at the party, but his son, the future Duke of Negan, Philip Negan, was here as a Conservative Party member and chief of police in Hillston. He has been busy suppressing the new party forces within the Hillston Police Department and rarely shows up at the Carlton Club.

Although in the eyes of the Conservative Party elders, a police chief is barely qualified to enter the club, there is an essential difference between Philip and a normal police chief.

These elders who have been immersed in politics for many years have already exercised their skin to be thicker than the city wall, or simply discarded it. Putting down the shelf, he added a few words from time to time around the topics that Philip was interested in him. As their identities, there was no need to flatter, just let Philip remember them.

After Philip used several plans to completely bring the Hillston Police Department into the control of the Conservative Party, and Humph Lai suffered a small loss, Duke Negan has already transferred part of his power to Philip. Now that we are entering November, the general election will be next year. It is very difficult for Agusid to be re-elected, and there is little hope of winning the position of the minority leader of the lower house. The Negan family must choose another supporter.

More importantly, they saw that Philip didn't seem to have a good relationship with his uncle Agusid Negan.

Philip maintained a very stiff smile on his face, discussing opinions with a few people in front of him about an old-fashioned proposal. Ten years of military career made him very unaccustomed to these, but the training since childhood will not make him behave rudely.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I may have to disturb you." The tall and thin Agusid followed his chief secretary, and his sharp eyes swept across the few people in front of him.

His eyes didn't make any difference at all, after all, he was just an ordinary person. The Conservative Party elders greeted Agusid with a smile and left politely.

The smile on Philip's face was no longer stiff and was extremely sincere. He shook the wine glass in his hand and watched the scarlet wine slide down the wall of the glass:

"Mr. Prime Minister, do you have anything to do with me?"

Agusid looked at the nephew in front of him, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, he was very clear about the thoughts of those people, but without Philip's extremely ambiguous performance, they would not have rushed to get together.

He glanced around, there was no one near the two, and his chief secretary was not far away, leaving a space for the two to communicate alone.

"Philip, do you have to do this?"

"How do I do it? What do you think about my work?" Philip had a sly smile on his lips, and a look of doubt appeared on his face just right, but the next sentence was full of sarcasm, "But you don't seem to be instructing Xi Jinping. the powers of the Alston Police Department."

The Loen policeman is only loyal to the king, and is bound by the local police committee. When he is in a position like Philip, he enjoys great autonomy, especially now that the minister of police has retired from illness, and the minister of the interior is temporarily taking over the post.

"You know what I'm talking about?" Agusid barely changed his expression, he lowered his voice, "Where is Rolls Adrian? Is Olavi?"

"This stumped me. Although he and I are friends and partners, I really don't know where he is. Is he missing? You can report to the police station, but he lives in the West End, there should be a West End The police department took over."

Agusid did not speak, and stared at Philip, and both Agusid and Duke Negan knew what he had been thinking. But at a stage when the Conservative Party faces the threat of a new party, attacking the Levitt family will only make the Conservative Party more chaotic.

"Andy Haydn is dead, and Auston Levitt has paid his due price. Can't you do something to the Levitt family after you inherit the title?"

"Sword Comes"

Agusid knew that with Duke Negan, Philip could not have much influence on the Levitt family at all, but his attitude would make Agusid very uncomfortable for a while in the future. Once his political career was over, a title could not be given to him. His family lives on.

"Ordinary people and extraordinary people are different."

Philip said aloud, which was both an answer to Agusid's question and a mockery of him being just an ordinary person.

…

Bayam, Incense Tree Avenue.

The dim street lamps cast light on the house numbers on the walls of the houses, and the words No. 13 can be vaguely seen. A man in a black cloak stepped out of the shadows across the house. He looked at his own house, scratched his hair, lowered his head and cursed:

"Shit! What's wrong with me, I'm actually guarding outside, this is my home!"

Having said that, Danitz didn't enter the house, and he couldn't let anyone associate it with the flame Danitz. Glancing at the room again, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.

After a while, Rawls quietly appeared on the second floor balcony of No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Before he left No. 13, he had tried to put everything back in place, but Danitz still found out something was wrong.

It seemed that Danitz was barely qualified as a "Hunter", but he was not careful enough, patient enough, and unlucky enough. But aside from these, what else should a "hunter" have?

He took the mask out of his purse and put it on his face. It's time for Ozil the "Guru" to continue. He also wondered if selling arms could be counted as a "corrupted" order...

…

"squeak"

The sour voice echoed in the room. A wooden box with a length of more than 1.6 meters and a width of more than 50 centimeters on the ground was skillfully pried open, revealing the wrapped metal creation.

Three navy-style repeating rifles, ten standard-style revolvers, and scattered copper-cased bullets exude a cold glow unique to metal in the dim light.

The standard repeating rifle was picked up, skillfully disassembled the rifle, and inspected every part step by step. After finding that there was nothing wrong, it was reassembled, the bullet was loaded, but the shooting was not carried out.

Rawls looked at the man dressed as a bartender who was very familiar with naval rifles, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask. He has consulted some people about these rifles, all of which have only been installed in the Navy in the past three years, but these people are so familiar, I am afraid this kind of guns are also very popular among pirates!

The man dressed as a bartender checked the revolver and the bullets scattered in the wooden box again, nodded to Rawls, went back to the boss "Giulius" Ozier, and whispered a few words in his ear.

There was no turbidity in Ozil's light brown eyes with sparse white hair and only a thin layer, and his bright and sharp eyes moved from the wooden box to Rawls who was wearing a mask. Although a little disappointed, he still squeezed out a kind smile, who had low expectations:

"Although the serial number has been worn out and there has been no test firing, my firearms expert said that it is a good gun that has not been used for a long time. I want these things, you can charge a price."

"Fifty pounds."

Before Rawls came, he probably knew the price of this kind of smuggled arms from the information given by Philip. The price he offered was undoubtedly inflated, almost indistinguishable from a normal new gun.

"Ha ha."

Ozil chuckled and shook his head. He was indeed a novice, but this was just the right way to lower the price.

"If I can pay you £50, why not just buy it outright?"

"You can buy a revolver, but you can't buy a repeating rifle." Rawls' tone was a little rushed.

"No, no, repeating rifles are not popular here. Most adventurers only like to use revolvers. You don't necessarily want these three rifles."

"Ozil, if that's the case, what's the difference between a fragrant leaf bar and a swordfish bar?"

Although there are adventurers and bounty hunters in the Fragrant Leaf Bar, there are more pirates and their informants and liaisons. For pirates, the range of the revolver is too far, and the repeater rifle is enough to allow them to hunt more ships.

"That's the treatment of big clients, you are not enough..." Ozil sat in the easy chair, hunched over, his posture was very casual, he squinted like a rich man.

Rawls pointed at the guns and ammunition in the wooden box with his chin:

"Did I say this is all the stuff?"

"There is no difference between a few and a dozen, and you can only sell them one by one, unless you meet a guy who has just gone to sea or is in urgent need of replenishment..."

"A dozen? No, far more than that. I can sell you more than you think, as long as you can eat it." Rawls shook his head and said word by word.

Ozier straightened his back, his eyes pierced like two sharp swords on the masked Rawls. He always thought that the person in front of him was a novice, and his behavior also proved this guess.

First, he sent people pretending to be alcoholics to test in various bars where adventurers and pirates gathered. After being seen through by himself, he disappeared for nearly a week. Today, he directly entered the bar with a wooden box with guns in it. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough to have someone take him to the warehouse behind the bar, I’m afraid Bayam’s navy would have leveled the fragrant leaf bar.

It’s not that Ozil has never met such a person before, and they are usually ** in the army. They have neither the money to drink or smoke marijuana, nor the money to have in-depth exchanges with the girls in the Red Theater, and even the money for the street girls. Can not afford.

They were used to secretly loot after battle and come to Ozil to sell off the loot, but such opportunities were too few. It is more about secretly reselling some things in the army, including but not limited to guns, ammunition, intelligence... As long as there is no money, there is nothing they dare not do.

Ozil is actually quite willing to make this kind of deal with these people. These ** have enough excuses to deal with the officer, and will not sell him, after all, it will send them to the gallows. Even if he betrayed him, at most he would spend a little more money to bribe him, but those who dared to do so were generally very literate.

Originally thought that the masked man in front of him was also like this, at most an officer who was pulled into the water, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Ozil considered it for a while, and then asked calmly:

"How much do you have in your hand?"

"I sold it to you, not you to buy it from me."

"Arms are not like other things. I have to know the profit I can make before I can decide if I need to take risks." Ozil knew this was dangerous. He was just a retired pirate, hosting Beyonder gatherings and establishing an underground trading market. Already on the edge of the bottom line of the Church of the Storm and the Navy.

But as a pirate, even a retired pirate, the blood of this provocative order still flows in his veins. And he has already received the news, because the Loen ironclad fleet passed by not long ago, although there are rumors that the "King of the Five Seas" Nast personally shot and sank a frigate, but panic still pervades the pirates.

Before the formation of the ironclad fleet's combat power, there were not a few pirates who wanted to make more money, and to do this, a lot of manpower and weapons were needed. The former is fine, the latter is not an easy task. In the past, it was possible to loot with extraordinary abilities and swords, but now the passenger ships are also equipped with artillery and guns, making the pirates suffer.

If the person in front of him really has a lot of guns, then he can make a lot of money as long as he makes a few. After that, leave the bars and underground markets behind and find a small town to be a millionaire…

Ozil, who was occupied by beautiful plans and greed in his heart, looked at Rawls with a fiery look, and his tone became more familiar:

"I can take your goods, but I need time to contact them. These things can't stay in my hands for too long, otherwise there will be danger."

The expression under Rawls' mask was a little weird, but he still pretended to be hesitant and agreed reluctantly.

Ozil saw Rawls agree, and the wrinkles on his face crowded together:

"Also, I have to know how much you can give me at one time so I can reach the right customers. I don't know if I'm your only seller, but this kind of thing is not suitable for a small number of times, a one-time offer It's safer for you and me."

"Have to say, you're a good buyer."

For someone who thinks about himself like this, Rawls is naturally very happy, and he holds up his mask:

"The goods in my hand are enough for 100 people. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will have more goods in the future, but it will take time, at least a week. If it is shipped, it can equip 500 people."

The arms Philip prepared for him was far more than that, but too much would arouse Ozil's suspicions.

"No problem, I also need time to contact the client." Ozil did not hesitate, he could make at least two thousand pounds after the transaction was completed, which was pure profit.

Rawls nodded, walked to the wooden box containing the weapon, kicked his left foot lightly, the wooden box weighing more than ten kilograms rubbed on the ground, and in the blink of an eye he came to Ozil's feet.

"These are gifts."

Ozil and the man dressed as the bartender fell on the wooden box, and then looked up to find that the man had disappeared.

…

Not far from the bar, Rawls took off his mask, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider. Although it was only a little bit, I could feel that the potion had digested a part of it, just after Ozil agreed to the deal.