I can see through everything

It was a small and somewhat shabby restaurant.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the lights in the small restaurant were on.

Pushing open the door, Qin Hao found that the hotel was quite lively at this time.

Seven or eight tables are placed in a restaurant of tens of square meters.

By this time, the guests had already been seated for most of the time.

Among them, there are three tables and six guests who look like locals.

Dressed in somewhat shabby camouflage clothes, there chatting about the sky.

At the other table sat two white men.

White people will appear in such a place?

Qin Hao remained silent and walked in.

When those people saw Qin Hao come in, they all looked towards him.

Ignoring those people, Qin Hao walked straight towards a table.

It wasn’t until Qin Hao sat at a table that those resumed chatting.

A slightly older grandmother came over, and Qin Hao casually ordered a bowl of noodles, and secretly listened to what those people were talking about.

“I said, it’s been three days without goods, do we have to wait here?” 14″

The white man at the table, not far from Qin Hao, was talking in a low voice.

They speak Italian and think others don’t understand it.

But for Qin Hao, he really listened.

And what the other party was talking about was exactly what Qin Hao wanted to hear.

Why would white people run all the way to this place where birds don’t?

Needless to say, nature is for that kind of plant product.

“According to one of Sartre’s subordinates, it may be that the supply above is broken.”

Another white man took a sip of beer and whispered.

“Damn, such a broken news actually cost me a 50-meter knife.”

With that, the white man put the bottle heavily on the table.

“But when are we going to wait?”

The man who spoke before frowned.

“If it really doesn’t work, let’s try our luck at another merchant?”

“If you can’t get the goods back this time, it’s not easy to explain to the boss.”

Really!

After listening to their brief conversation, Qin Hao knew what he meant.

They’re here to pick up the goods.

It is close to the northern mountains, which is exactly Sartre’s territory.

Looking at the security environment here, you can guess that it is a chaotic place.

The man named Sartre was the person Zhu Ming had mentioned earlier.

And since Larkin died, this side seems to have won out.

After all, Larkin has occupied Naran Island for five years.

That said, it seems that the supply to the people here has been around for so long.

Since Naran Island is a private island, the trading party.

For a long time, Sutter seems to have abandoned other sources of goods to exclusively source raw materials.

This time Larkin’s four undoubtedly broke Sartre’s lifeline.

“No matter, I’ll ask Sutter tomorrow.”

The white man who drank hiccuped heavily and spoke.

“Are you crazy?”

When his companion heard this, he quickly said.

“Sartre is suspicious, and although we have made deals, we have not met him.”

“And the mountain is said to be dangerous, and if he kidnaps us, we won’t even have a way to escape.”

His companion looked around, his voice soft.

This kind of trading, naturally, should be cautious.

Even if they were Sartre’s customers before, they had never even seen what the other party looked like.

Doing this kind of business naturally involves taking a lot of risks.

“I don’t care, I’m going to kill that guy tomorrow!”

The white man who was drinking snorted coldly, his face full of anger.

“Who are you going to kill?”

At this moment, among the three tables of locals next to him, someone stood up.

It was a big, dark-skinned man.

Judging by the skin color and appearance, it is no surprise that it should be local.

His companions were the same, one by one, they were five big and three thick, and Qin Hao had noticed this recently.

However, these are not the point.

The point is that this person also speaks Italian.

“Don’t think that we can’t understand what you say, you just said, who are you going to kill?”

The big man stared at the white man and asked coldly.

Although his Italian language is not so standard, he can still understand it.

“I’m talking about that Sartre, dare to play Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu dares to kill him!”

As if paralyzed by alcohol, the white man stood up abruptly and reached into his arms.

This action is obviously to pull out a gun.

Bang bang!

But it was clear that those big men were moving faster.

Just before the white man could touch the gun, the other party had already shot.

Two white men fell to the ground in response.

And the opponent’s two muzzles are still smoking.

Not slow!

Qin Hao frowned.

From the opponent drawing the gun, to shooting, it is only a blink of an eye.

Looking at this one-go action, it is definitely practiced.

Not only have I practiced, but I should be at a good level.

This can be seen from the accuracy of the opponent’s shooting.

The place where the two white men were shot was the center of the eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the old woman in the hotel was watching TV behind the bar.

Although the TV signal was a little bad, and 797 snowflakes drifted out from time to time, Grandma still watched it with relish.

When the gunshots rang out, the grandmother just glanced at this side.

Immediately after, continue to watch her TV.

An old lady turned out to be so calm.

This was somewhat unexpected by Qin Hao.

It seems that there is no need to say that those big men are Sartre’s people.

And this hotel seems to have something to do with the other party.

Killing seems to be commonplace, which can be seen from Grandma’s reaction.

“Damn, just a little money!”

The companion of the big man searched the pockets of the two corpses and found that there were only a few hundred meters of knives, and he couldn’t help but curse.

“I already knew, it’s better to keep a living mouth!”

Cursing secretly, the man put the money in his pocket.

To come here is to want to trade.

But with so much money, it’s certainly not safe.

But people are dead, and they can’t find out from their mouths where the other party’s money is hiding.

“Boy, count you unlucky, who let you come here to eat?”

At this moment, the big man turned to Qin Hao.

It seemed to feel a pity, but the other party still raised the gun and aimed at Qin Hao. _

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