Old-time musicians

Are you a fun person or a smart person?

Fan Ning, who had just woken up from the Blue Star dream, was currently complaining and slandering in his heart, and his murderous intention continued to arise and then dissipate.

This person knows the information that should be obtained and the tricks of the trade better than anyone else, but he is very stupid on the most core issues.

It wasn't until half a minute passed that the invisible force that was eager to try slowly subsided. Fan Ning stood on tiptoe again and pulled a handful of red bananas, followed behind, and walked in the direction of the caravan.

At this moment, he considered two aspects: First, what happened has already happened, and this person "killed it first and reported it later", and he told the whole story quite boldly and gave him a sum of money; second, since the Special Inspection Department had such a problem, With one move, sooner or later, he will be recommended by people around him who have a "discerning eye for talent". Unless he completely stops engaging in music activities and gives up promotion to a profound person, this is impossible for artists or knowledgeable people. Thousands and thousands of people

Regardless of whether his hands and feet were done cleanly, as long as Masenegu, the "external mediator" and recommender, disappears, what will happen next can be predicted: except for focusing the attention on himself, there will be no benefit.

Instead, it is better to keep an eye on this guy. At least one of his "advantages" is that every now and then, he boasts that "he is from a well-known family, has extensive connections, and is well-informed." If I hadn't done this today, I still don't know when I would have learned this. matter.

So the conversation ended, and the only change was that Fan Ning had an extra 200 pounds of gold coins in his pocket.

The hired man and the coachman had already removed the umbrellas and closed the canopy. He got back into his spacious carriage. Luna quickly held the umbrella and prepared to get up and get off:

"Mr. Scheele, I'll change the car. You can rest first. Good afternoon."

"I'll just take a nap for a while, you can do it yourself."

"Oh." The little girl put the umbrella away again, but still moved it farther away.

She yawned, spread out the mat, curled up her legs and lay down on the sofa.

Fan Ning closed his eyes and leaned inside, and began to think about the other key words revealed in Marseille Negu's mouth - the meaning of "external transfer officer" and "liaison office".

The threat of the spread of abnormal areas is not limited to the Northern Continent. The members of the discussion group include all official organizations in the world, and the Special Inspection Office is the team leader. Massenego’s words reflect from the side that the Special Inspection Office is in major cities in overseas countries. A large number of "liaison offices" were deployed.

Since it is a liaison office, there will definitely be a person in charge stationed there. In other words, there are investigators from the Special Inspection Office in the Southern Continent and even in Tia City.

But they are definitely severely understaffed.

There are only a few official knowledgeable people with clean origins and low contamination risks, and there are not even enough investigators from Tiolion.

Let’s make a reasonable guess: Due to the objective problems of geography and manpower, the Liaison Office has more civilian and extraordinary forces. The Special Patrol Office will absorb some knowledgeable people with reliable backgrounds and non-clergy in the local area, and use entrusted rewards + loose management. To carry out benign cooperation, this is the optimal solution under limited conditions.

That's why there are "external mediators" or "genuine guides" like Marseille Negu. ...After sorting out the joints, Fan Ning realized more clearly that although this place did not have as strong a mysterious side control as Diolain, the sights and traces of activities in the Special Inspection Hall were far more than he had thought before!

After traveling for several more hours, Fan Ning pondered the details of the follow-up response in his mind, when suddenly there were several "bang bang" gunshots, and then the carriage stopped.

There was a commotion outside, and Luna woke up and sat up.

"What's going on?" Fan Ning, who had closed his eyes to relax, opened his eyes and sat calmly in his original position to ask.

"They must have encountered gangs that were roaming around and looting. Our wilderness and rainforests are mostly deserted. It is difficult for the police and the army to take care of everything. Therefore, caravans are often followed and intercepted by gangs when they go outside..."

The little girl's face was obviously still a little scared, but she said comfortingly: "Mr. Scheler, don't worry, we also have guns. The guards are well-paid and well-trained, and the 'guide' Mr. Masenegu His specialty is settling this kind of thing..."

"Brother Wei Wei, are you still working in such a hot weather?" As soon as Luna finished speaking, Masai Negu's voice came from outside.

"Hey, Mr. Knight Commander of the 'Golden Suan Ni' personally escorted him. How much did he charge?" A man's voice sounded angry.

After hearing this, she quietly opened a window along the direction and secretly looked at the situation outside. Fan Ning also looked outside.

Masai Negu stood there, dealing with two burly men with dark skin opposite him.

Moreover, Fan Ning's spiritual sense could accurately sense that there were 14 revolvers or short-barreled shotguns aimed at the knight in the distance. There were more people holding crossbows and weapons hiding in the grass. There were also 8 caravans on his side. Aiming the firearm at the other two people.

The two sides were confronting each other. Marseille was acting very calm and capable at the moment. Fan Ning could hear that they seemed to be calling each other's house numbers, and then they were talking about a ratio, first 5%, then 2%, and finally settled on 3%. .

"You guys, please come down and unload the goods so that your friends can see what's new." Masai Negu waved his hand.

After being confirmed by Chretien in the carriage, the hired drivers did as they were told. The gang called a few tall and thin men to look through the goods first, then pointed at the goods with their fingers and began to count in their mouths.

Fan Ning could probably see that the supplies for this "Flower Ceremony" celebration included precious spices, dried flowers, jam and tea bricks.

During the standoff with guns, they talked again. This time, it seemed that they were estimating the value of the goods. After several disputes, they decided on the number of pounds.

So Trova asked someone to count 450 pounds of gold coins and throw them over. The gunmen on both sides began to retreat from each other. Soon, the gangsters withdrew and there was no actual conflict.

The caravan took their positions and the carriages started moving again.

"If more railways could be built, this situation might be much less." Luna breathed a sigh of relief and closed the curtains. In a short while, her face and arms were tanned like a piece of fragile rice paper soaked in water.

Fanning did not say much. This little episode was not even a splash in his past experience. He closed his eyes again to rest and regain his inspiration.

He knew the geographical conditions of the southern continent. It was probably difficult for the industrially developed Theolian to build railways. There were vast land, sparse population, rainforests and islands here. The only railway was built from the 1980s until 4 years ago. …A single direction and route cannot fully meet the needs of trade and passenger transport. The authorities are building several other railways, but they are far from completion. Most caravans still have to use the current method to transport goods.

This time, it took longer. At about five or six in the afternoon, there were several "bang bang" shots outside, and the caravan stopped again.

"What the hell? Are the gangs in the southern continent so rampant?" Fanning, who had rested well at this time, opened the door curtain himself with a bit of curiosity.

A similar confrontation.

The other side sent a dwarf to negotiate, but unexpectedly, Marseille Negu had a completely opposite attitude this time, and didn't say a word of nonsense.

He took out his revolver and shot the other side in the head!

"Bang!——" Blood bloomed, and the dwarf just opened his mouth and fell on his back.

"Fuck, son of a bitch!" A loud curse came from the crowd behind the opposite side. Several people raised their pistols and pulled the trigger. More people rushed up with machetes.

"You are looking for death." Marseillegu sneered, moved slightly, raised the short-barreled shotgun and fired three times in a row. Several blood flowers splashed in the bushes, and the guards also drew their guns and looked for cover.

"Be careful of the bullets!"

"Shoot these idiots who only care about money and not their lives!"

"Bang! - Bang Bang Bang!!! - "Ah!!!"

"Dodge, dodge! Get down in the carriage!"

"Fuck, it's a bomb!"

For a while, the gunshots outside were mixed with shouts and wails. Luna was so scared that she fell on the carpet. Just when she wanted to remind Fanning loudly, Fanning stood up and pulled her up:

"Come on, get off with me."

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