The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 266 Ticket Bank
"I insist."

Kasim said so.

After returning to the Secret Detective's camp, she was like a fish returning to the water, but it was more like the animal farm opened the fence gate, and a sense of freedom and self-confidence emerged spontaneously.

The first request of this beautiful lady with violet eyes is: "The final payment is settled now"

——She looked at the curse blade, with one hand in her pocket, under the severely damaged windbreaker, she could vaguely see the gray-black underclothes, and the armed belt with two pistols tied on it.

"I'll give you the money now, you come with me, or find someone to come with me."

Curseblade said, "Okay, then..."

She turned her eyes, and her eyes stayed on Gwen. Yes, her eyes seemed to see a convenient tool, "Gwen!" Her voice was slow and hinted and deep, "You Why not accompany our dear customers?"

In fact the customer was a... Squirrel Girl had the audacity to do so, Gwen thought.

But if you have money, don't care about her.

"it is good."

Gwen turned around cautiously, and took two steps forward to avoid Kasim's outstretched left hand.

"..."

Kasim withdrew his hand.

Seeing the wicked smile on Cursed Blade's face: "Kasim, I think he's just a little sensitive."

"Ah."

"I think so," Kasim said.

She had met countless people, including Gwen's personality.She doesn't hate it, but frankly speaking, the main reason is that the person with this temper is a beautiful boy, so she doesn't hate it. Kasim decided to be honest with himself, especially after escaping from death again.

This candid look was seen by Curse Blade.

Before she took a step to catch up.

The curse blade reminded: "Can I trust you? On the matter of knowing that the other party is the resurrection body of the mind flayer."

Yes.

The reanimated body of the mind flayer, although it is true or not, but in short, everyone currently regards this matter as a real thing.

The curse blade may be reminding Kasim to be careful and be polite, especially after the astonishing destructive power of the previous mind flayer reanimated body, everyone should treat these people with the word "reanimated body" People give the most basic respect.The last disrespectful black dog has become a broom star in their circle.

Yes, yes, mind flayers don't seem to be as terrifying and dangerous as they used to be, but what if?
Kasim thought, but there was also the fact that the last resurrection was not as cute as this one.

Now, how could he be worthy of his narrow escape if he didn't add a little madness?

"it is good."

She spits out monosyllables.

……

Gwen looked at a beer shop. The cat lamp was operated together with the Utopians. On the big wine barrel was a fat cat lamp that was crushed by the partition board. The cat's tail is constantly drawing beer and filling it up for the guests.

——Thick wood, solid wood, in short, a wooden bar, a tasteful blues-style ditty and a phonograph from the cat lamp collection.Boss Shad was wearing spy clothes and lying on the recliner, with another cat lamp on his belly.A wooden board is hung on the wine barrel outside, and it is written [Filoni, 6 privately produced] [Maca, 3 privately produced] [Whiskey (Cat Lantern’s secret brew!), 13 privately produced]...

13 privately made?
How come these cats haven't gone to hell yet!
Gwen, who is currently very sensitive to numbers, easily recalled the various prices in the Wisdom Tree futures. In conversion, the futures price of Witch Whiskey is only about 2 Utopia prices, but the cat lights swipe their tails, 13 pieces!Street lamps will no longer need kerosene, so let's hang two cat lamps on them!
"Meow?"

Noticing Gwen's eyes, the fat cat lamp on the wine barrel is very cat-like, revealing that "the cat is like this!" ’ expression, it can’t be said that he owes a punch, it can only be said that Gwen’s fist is about to harden.

"Would you like a drink?"

Kasim followed up, and looked at the small restaurant with a little disdain: "I suggest you not buy alcohol here, this place is dedicated to robbing those who come back from missions, our source of power needs mood calming agents, tobacco and alcohol They are all of the same kind, and here, with the advantage of the location, the wine is very expensive."

Although she said she was complaining, Gwen keenly caught a message:
"That is to say, you want to drink now?"

"I……"

"I'm treating you." Gwen snorted, with a little joy in her heart, "Cat, bring us two glasses of whiskey!"

"Meow ha ha, cats know, cats know~"

Mao Deng's complacent look made people want to beat her up, but Gwen didn't use verbal violence against Mao Deng because she wanted to drink "hometown wine" (and worried that she would not be able to scold her).

This is the taste of hometown!

However, is the hometown of the witch really my hometown?So far, Gwen still can't accept the idea of ​​the "origin theory". The greatest usefulness of the origin theory is just like the cat Valo said, it is a means for the witch to rub off on relationships and legal principles.

But at the same time, the theory of origin is also very reliable. For example, the way the witch treats foreigners is generally very cruel, but for the brothers and sisters of the same [Earth Origin], at least they can be regarded as half-citizens. Give you hands and feet.

Cat Lantern poured a glass for each of them.

But to be honest, the glass is probably a normal glass, quite large, and filled with spirits.

Gwen gave her some military coins to pay the bill, and when the cat lamp was added between the compartments, it was inconvenient to plug the cat's ears with its tail and shouted: "You need change!"

"Meow!"

"Stop pretending, you just spoke Utopian!"

I still want to install cat lights.

The shop owner shouted helplessly: "Remember to ask for change when doing business, Mao Deng."

"Meow..." The cat reluctantly took out a strange pocket from its fur, and rummaged through some odds and ends of homemade bullets for Gwen.

After Kasim thanked him, he took a sip.

She pursed her lips and breathed out: "Very strong wine."

"You don't like it?"

"That's what I like," she said. "A good glass of wine, a beautiful person, and the company is worth a fortune."

"Ha." Gwen covered her mouth and lowered her head with a smile, "Pretty person? I never knew you were so narcissistic, Kasim."

Kasim also smiled, and there was a happy expression on this face that could be described as 'quite beautiful':

"I have always been quite confident. Regarding my appearance, how about you, Gwen, I think you don't seem to know what your appearance is."

Under the coral, above the scorpion, on the same level as Mihaila, maybe slightly better than the spark, but definitely not as good-looking as Tomia.

Gwen sneered inwardly, he was already so proficient at arranging, combining and comparing.

"It's fine." He replied.

……

Going to the ticket office with Kasim is a pleasant errand.

Maybe Gwen bought her a glass of wine before, so she took care of all the expenses afterwards, including ice cream, small desserts, a scarf and a record... The latter is a bit strange, but Kasim is willing to give it away, That Gwen is happy to accept.

The scarf is mainly to keep warm.

The record is because when Gwen used the phonograph left by Aya before, Kasim may have mistakenly thought that Gwen liked music very much.

There is also a ticket shop in this secret investigation camp, which is operated by the secret investigation and has cooperated with more than [-] associations.But at the same time, half of these associations have stepped into the illegal field. It can also be said that the spies have fertilized the soil of crime.

This is indisputable.

It is not washable.

The size of the ticket bank occupies a small tunnel. The tunnel was originally used to park the normal-sized carriages. There are fresh-keeping warehouse doors on both sides. Through some translucent material, you can see a large number of military bullets and ammunition inside. box.

Gwen asked Kasim curiously: "Put so many bullets here, aren't you afraid that others will snatch them?"

Kasim, with his pockets in his pocket, looked at him with that customary frigid expression.

A second passed.

"This seems to be a question that every new Yuanlishi will ask."

"I don't think this idea is so groundbreaking." Gwen rolled up the dragon's tail, grabbed the tea provided by the ticket office, and took a sip.

Taro-like mushroom tea, a little sweet.

But when it comes to tea, the Utopians just crush the mushrooms in various ways, expose them to the sun, add 'magic', and finally make a drink for brewing.Of course, there is also the practice of putting real tea leaves in it, but that is too expensive for most utopians, so mushroom tea has become mainstream.

But taro flavor?
Hmm...it can't be said to be delicious, but it can't be said to be bad either.

Just weird.

Gwen put down the teacup, Kasim handed him a silk handkerchief, he hesitated for two seconds before taking it, "Thank you."

"Don't you praise me for being considerate?"

The expression on this cold face is really unimaginable for a person who would say such a thing. Of course, when His Excellency Kasim said this, he was still the expression of a mystic.Calm, languid without laziness, the eyelids seem to droop a little.

It is absolutely impossible to tell her character by appearance.

thought Gwen.

"I'm afraid to praise you, you won't be so caring in the future, sweetheart." Gwen wiped her mouth and returned the handkerchief.

The people in the management office watched this scene boredly.

This is a Ron clerk.

Rongen people are reliable, this is a common perception.But right now, the clerk just yawned, looked at them, and muttered, as if he mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally: "Which one is this? Kasim, the boys and girls you brought over."

"It's better to keep your dog's mouth shut."

Kasim was less genial to outsiders.In other words, when dealing with such outsider-level acquaintances, they show a different side: "Let me tell you, as long as you can move your dog's paw, we won't have to wait here for a ticket."

Clerk Ron En, this handsome boy with a high nose bridge and a bit of a Greek style...or rather, a handsome and strong man, snorted:
"Our bullet tickets are all printed on the spot. Do you understand the current printing? You have to contact other ticket companies to make it available within one day. If you don't transfer the money within one day, then you have to come back and issue the ticket, and other places will not recognize it. "

Utopia's finances are in a mess, even now when the authorities rule.

Gwen could hardly believe that there were nearly ten different sets of currencies on the Old Countryman.For example, the recent utopian bullet tickets promoted by the authorities, but the giant city class first launched the "XX Giant Capital Bullet Tickets", and then the trains at all levels stopped working, and they didn't care about the face and face of the authorities, and started directly The "XX city-level bullet ticket" was finally implemented in various regions?You see, secret agents have their own bullets.

Long Yan also issued bullet tickets, and even the Sniper Cat issued cat bullet tickets, which are common between cat lamps and immortals.

Mao Deng's somewhat morbid self-esteem and prestige are the most demanding, making them very reliable in this financial aspect.

However, because it is too reliable, it may even cause a lot of confusion.

It's like a bullet ticket.

Currently, secret reconnaissance bomb tickets require complicated withdrawal procedures. Basically, the ticket is collected on the same day, and then telegraphed to the secret reconnaissance branch of the whole Utopia, informing that the ticket can be used.In the end, it will automatically expire when it expires, so if you don't have face in the secret investigation, you may even have to wait in line for money. Fortunately, Kasim has a lot of face and asked Ron's clerk to do something special.

"I heard that you are on a mission?" the clerk asked.

"Ah."

"How many people died?"

There are no secrets among secret agents, and basically everyone knows what happened.

"Ah."

The clerk sighed, "Sorry."

"I'm not too sad." Kasim wasn't being stubborn. Death is commonplace for Utopians.

"I'm just being polite, Kasim, your team is like this now, have you considered recruiting some new players?"

"There is no such plan at the moment."

Gwen couldn't tell what Kasim's expression was, was it an expression of pretending to ignore?

Extremely difficult to explain.

But Gwen saw it, and the clerk saw it too, so he didn't bother her anymore, and honestly helped her complete the formalities.

"Kasim."

Before going out, the clerk called to stop her.

Made a drinking gesture:

"Call me if you need it."

"it is good."

……

On the way back, I stopped for a while in front of the cat lamp shop. These cat lamps shipped a new batch of witch cards.

People who don't like this kind of cards in this world probably haven't been born yet.

Seeing that Kasim's attention was attracted by the cards, Gwen enlivened the atmosphere:

"You still have not answered my question."

"what?"

Kasim put one hand in his pocket.

"Ticket, why didn't anyone go to snatch them."

If there is really no one, I will go... Gwen quietly conceived in his heart, but unfortunately, although the conceive was very ingenious, the morality in his heart made him unwilling to act.

"Oh, that one."

kasim said:

"Because the bullets displayed are all fake, only the surface layer is real. Even we have no way to find out where the real military ammunition is stored."

The Secret Investigator has long expected that someone will be eyeing the ticket office. After all, in Utopia, robbing the ticket office is not old news.

This was the first time Gwen had heard of such a thing.

(End of this chapter)