Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 375 Bar Clash
Adele has no way of knowing whether Wendy was converted by Constantine, because when the two couples who had just known each other for a month started talking privately, she had already mentioned her plain black The packet left the port.

Although her task did not limit the completion time, nor did it require that all the members behind the entire Ayahuasca sales organization must be successfully wiped out, Adele was still not used to procrastinating on similar matters.

Before leaving the temporary office of the Navy Headquarters, Adele had read in advance the preliminary investigation materials sent to her by the Extraordinary of the Church of the Mother Earth who was originally in charge of investigating the Ayahuasca incident, which clearly introduced the sale of Ayahuasca several shops and sellers.

Originally, although the trading of ayahuasca and other potions was a prohibited trade of addictive drugs, since there had been no changes caused by ayahuasca before, the official Extraordinary did not pay much attention to it, and it was at a time when the people would not raise officials and not investigate. In the chaotic state, before the Extraordinary from the Church of the Mother of the Earth settled in, it was difficult to conduct a thorough investigation solely by the Extraordinary from the Church of Evernight. After two symbolic investigations, it was shelved first.

Adele is not surprised by this situation. Ruen's control over addictive drugs is actually far from being as strict as the law stipulates. There are also quite a few addictive ingredients in it, which are contraband in a sense, but some of them are bought by people, and the official can only pretend to be invisible.

And the level of chaos in the colony is even higher than that of Backlund's Eastern District. The police and Extraordinary here can't even solve such a vicious incident as murder. Nearly [-]% of the murderers can get away with it, not to mention the potion. It's such a small deal.

It was a rather cold night, and the spring was chilly. Adele was wearing a long coat and knitted skirt, but she was still shivering from the land wind.

The night sky outside was cloudless, and passers-by on the road breathed out air like pistol smoke to keep warm.

Adele walked all the way through the doctor's district, Williams Street, and Harley Street, and arrived at the Alpha Hotel near the museum after a quarter of an hour.

The museum here was officially built by Loen, and the main exhibition items are various sacrificial supplies and cultural relics collected in the colony.Most of the exhibits here are reproductions, due to frequent disturbances by vindictive old colonial aristocrats.

Although these replicas can't fool professionals, there is nothing wrong with deceiving the dilapidated nobles or inexperienced rich businessmen who came to the Southern Continent to look for opportunities. Therefore, like the museums in various places in Loen, here are local nouveau riche or foreign elites. A place where rich people show their so-called cultural literacy.

In the end, they often "coincidentally" come to the next tavern with the object of their cultural heritage, "coincidentally" have a meal, "coincidentally" open a room, or "coincidentally" take some hallucinogenic drugs.

According to the survey, the tavern named "Alpha" in front of him was the most prosperous ayahuasca sales center before the incident with the priest.

Since most of the patrons here are rich people with some savings, and the demand is relatively large, only a small part of ayahuasca is stored here for their on-site use, mainly providing ordering services.

Adele pushed open the door, ordered a glass of beer from the red-faced boss, and hung her coat on the back of the chair at the same time.

When she took off her coat, she instinctively felt the heartbeats of the men sitting in the bar speed up, most likely they were peeking.

It is really not suitable for witches to haunt such occasions, as long as they walk into the crowd, they will immediately become the focus...

Adele sighed in her heart. Originally, she was almost used to the life of becoming a witch, but once she entered a bar like this, she would rather be the instigator of the previous Sequence 8, at least she seemed more attractive. Some deterrence.

"You sell ayahuasca here."

Adele held the wine glass in her hand, but didn't drink it down, and directly asked the boss who looked a little rich.

Her attitude was quite firm, she didn't give the other party a chance to deny it at all, and she used affirmative sentences.

"The limelight is getting tight recently, so we won't sell it anymore." The boss looked at Adele suspiciously.

"But I was introduced to you," said Adele.

"Who introduced you?"

"The owner of the dock bar."

"He did buy from me."

"That ayahuasca works well. Did you get it from Santana?"

This question seemed to irritate the boss. He raised his head, put his hands on his hips and shouted, "What the hell are you trying to do? Talk straight."

"I've said it straight. I just want to know if you bought it from Santana. If you don't have it here, I'm going to buy it from him."

"Really? If so, then I don't want to tell you."

"It's not a big deal, there's no need for you to be so angry." Adele frowned, obviously the other party's tough attitude made her a little at a loss.

"Angry?" The boss groped under the counter angrily, and finally pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Adele, "If you are entangled like me, you will be angry too. Get out now Get out of here, I don't welcome a curious bitch like you here."

"Hey girl, if you want something, I have a way of getting it."

The drinkers behind him had obviously heard the dispute between Adele and the bar owner. A few bold guys seemed to regard Adele as an addict who often haunted the place, and boldly struck up a conversation from the air.

Adele sighed heavily, put the glass of wine on the table intact, then picked up the coat on the back of the chair and put it on again.After finishing this, she picked up the wine glass and blew lightly.

A cold air spread inward along the glass, and a pile of black flocs settled down in the middle of the clear yellow wine.

"The next time you add something to your glass, remember to add it where I can't see it."

Before the words fell, Adele had already made a move, she sank down, grabbed the gunman of the tavern owner with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other and pulled down hard, smashing his head against the solid wood counter On the ground, the revolver in his hand also flew out.

Adele picked up the glass of beer that had been spiked, poured it on the head of the unconscious boss without looking at it, then, under the gaze of the stunned drinkers around, slowly picked up the revolver on the ground, and walked to the In front of the man who hit up a conversation just now, he kicked him to the ground with his chair.

"When you tell a lady you have something, you better have it."

Adele put the revolver on the man's head, and at the same time flicked her long hair.

"So...how are you going to answer me?"

(End of this chapter)