Witch Brigade

At noon, Bridge Blue Restaurant.

Quinns sat opposite Qianmen, both of them turned a blind eye to the delicate meals placed in front of them.

"I said you are addicted to acting as a woman, or are you a woman yourself?" Sitting across from Quinns was a woman with dark hair and a timid face.

Qian faced Quinnes' questioning and ignored: "How did you tell that day? I am confident that I have modified the Secret Stabbing Sword to perfection."

"Revised? I didn't expect you to have this ability," Quinns tweeted. Although he was mocking, he knew in his heart that Qianmen had not made a mistake. On the day he met Qianmen, his Void Eyes could see The disguise of Thousand Faces only surprised him at the time, because through the eyes of the void, he saw that the soul of Thousand Faces was covered with a film of soul, yes, it was the film of soul, no matter who saw it. Thousand faces can't mistake other people, but think that Qianmen is the original owner of the soul film.

This is very difficult to do from the perspective of occultism, and Qianmen did exactly that, and it handled the repulsion between one's own soul and foreign soul very well. This method has completely escaped from the secret path of the thorn sword. , Has gone out of its own way.

"It seems that you have experienced a lot from our separation." It is impossible for Quinnes to tell a thousand faces that he has the eyes of the void. In fact, Quinnes can no longer rely on the initial familiarity, like In the past, he recognized Qianmian with a simple glance, but he just wanted to give Qianmian the illusion that he was still the same as before, so that he would be afraid of him. To put it more popularly, he wanted to continue to use Qianmian. This guy can even get into the mysterious defense mechanism, which he has to admire.

Qian Mian stunned his face: "What is it that you asked me to come here?"

Quinns poured a cup of tea for Thousand Faces, and said leisurely: "Don't get excited, just meet the deceased and make an appointment to tell the old story."

God recounts the old. Qianmian complained, but he had to listen with patience. He spent a lot of energy to get the mysterious defense mechanism in. He didn't want to lose his job because of this trivial matter. Besides, the reason why he risked huge The risk is mixed into the mysterious defense mechanism, it is not without reason, Qian Mian thinks about it for a moment.

Quinns: "Of course, in addition to reminiscing about the past, we can also communicate with each other. Just like our previous cooperation, wasn't our cooperation before that very pleasant?"

Du Te is a dramatist, let alone anyone, Qian Mian pretending to hesitate and said: "Do you want information from the mysterious defense agency?"

"No, no, I misunderstood, I just want to borrow the intelligence system of the mysterious defense agency and get some intelligence for me when necessary. This shouldn't be too difficult, it's just a little service." Quinns said . The reason for saying this is that Quinns is just taking precautions and wants to initially establish an intelligence channel. In the mysterious world of St. Dres. Fes, the importance of intelligence is indispensable, and some deep-level intelligence is not Quinn at all. People like Si can know.

Qian Mian rolled his eyes, "Is there a difference?"

"How is it? You help me, I help you, this is a mutually beneficial thing, and it will also have a lot of benefits for your promotion in the mysterious defense organization in the future." Quinnes squinted his eyes.

Qianmen suddenly became vigilant, staring at Quinns and said, "What do you know?"

Quinnes shook his head: "I don't know anything, but I can let an assassin do everything possible to get inside regardless of danger. I think the purpose is unusual."

"Oh, as expected, your shrewdness will not fail to notice this kind of thing." Qianmian said without any surprise: "Yes, I promised you. It is indeed a good idea to exchange information."

Senmian didn't say anything and agreed to Quinns' proposal without hesitation.

"Very well," Quinns snapped his fingers. "I just have something I want to understand."

Oh, you are really welcome. Qian Mian Lian was the elder at that time.

"Let's talk." Qianmen couldn't go back on the spot, so she had to say.

Quinns: "The Lame Caravan, you know?"

"The lame gang," Qian dumbfounded, "I don't have a big impression, is it the kind of little gang?"

Quinns nodded.

Thousand Faces lowered his head and thought for a moment: "There, the lame gang, the little gang in the underworld alliance, if it is not an accident, this kind of little gang is not qualified to join the alliance."

"The memory is as good as always," Quinns said with a smile, "Then do you think the lame caravan is related to the previous cursed spirit?"

Qian was dumbfounded, and immediately reacted: "Did you receive a mandatory task to investigate the lame caravan?"

Quinnes shook his head: "It's just collecting money to do business."

"A little lame caravan shouldn't let you make such a fuss." Qianmen asked ~www.ltnovel.com~ but my collaborator didn't think so," Quinns said: "His hunch is , It is dangerous, so I specially asked someone to do divination for me. The result is not optimistic. "Finding someone for divination is naturally an excuse. There is a ready-made master of divination, how could Quinnes leave it alone? And to verify Penelope's intuition, Quinn cannot fail to do it, otherwise Penelope will just say anything. What do you believe, Na Quinns is a fool.

"The result is the same?" Qianmen was curious.

"No, there is no result, the divination is obscure, and the entire gang seems to be shrouded in a force." Quinns said.

Qianmian's expression gradually became serious. He knew very well what Quinnes's expression meant, and he also thought that Quinnes would lie about this matter if he was full.

So Qianmian closed his eyes, his brain turned sharply, trying to find all the abnormal information about the lame caravan in his memory.

Three minutes later, Qianmian opened his eyes: "Is there a piece of news I don't know if it's useful to you?"

"Say, don't talk nonsense." Quinns remained unmoved.

"Effie Fergus, the leader of the lame gang, once bought a useless occult classic at an underground auction."

"What does it mean to be useless?"

"It's just that the content in this occult book seems to be fake. The content on the practice is useless, but there is a strange piece of news. After three masters, all of this occult book died of unfaithful fate. The rumors are this mystery. Studying classics is making trouble."

"There's still this kind of thing." Quinns touched his chin, and his sharp intuition suddenly felt that there was a problem.