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   “Is there any information about its maker?” In the

    old-school retro store full of weapons and equipment, the old shopkeeper with gray temples glanced at the items on the table and asked faintly:

    “What are you looking for that person for?”

    “There is something I want to ask him about this thing.”

    Selika said directly without any inflections.

    “Is it a commission in reality again?”

    Hearing the answer without any intention of concealing it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if

    he had guessed the reason. After a second of silence, he suddenly mentioned irrelevant words:

    “I heard You just found trouble on the coast in Los Angeles not long ago.”

    B-level high, even in the entire night battle world, it is considered a strong name with a surname. Serika is almost at the forefront of B-level high. Except for the kind of people with the strongest adjutant below the rank,

    aside from the secret incidents of the Lakeshore Factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to their whereabouts.

    “One yard

    fits one yard, that has nothing to do with this time,” Selika said casually , knowing why he would say this suddenly, and the handsome figure in the black and white T-shirt coat turned up on the high stool. Long legs.

    “Let’s not talk about the follow-up response of the coast official. I was only responsible for the feint. It was the dark, single-winged monster that actually did it. You should already know this.” The

    old shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing what she was talking about. .

    And right now, the’black single-winged monsters’ in the two populations…

    behind the sunglasses, they scanned the store’s cool weapons and equipment.

    “So, what about the news about its creator?”

    Not minding whether this kind of rhetoric can dispel his vigilance about associations, Selika finally confirmed the result and supported one cheek.

    “You should know who it is.” The

    black market has a basic grasp of all the things circulating on the black market, not only for the purpose of buying some good things in advance, but also for the necessary intelligence management,

    and this is in a remote place. The old shopkeeper who opened a shop in the corner with a bunch of high-priced items

    is the person in charge of this on the Houston black market.

    Regarding this question, the old shopkeeper was silent and did not leave him to consider Selika’s silent silence. Fang Ran, who was busy carrying the equipment name, also silently went silent,

    and then about half a minute passed silently.

    Behind the counter, the elderly participant put down the newspaper and said a name,

    “Michael.”

    Selika raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard him speak.

    “On the trading day about a week ago, he had been here to sell this thing, but he didn’t sell it.” After

    speaking about the maker of the micro device, the old shopkeeper took out a photo out of thin air and put it. Pushing it slowly on the counter in front of Celica is

    useless to project, which is also very old- fashioned .

    “If you didn’t buy this from him, it should be that he made a deal with someone outside the black market.”

    Consider that the’thief’ may be equipment brought from other places, and consider the possibility of the maker of this thing. Not in Texas, considering that the person may have never been to the black market, and other high probability uncertain factors,

    Selika was prepared for nothing, so the moment she heard the name, she looked slightly moved,

    unexpectedly. It seems lucky.

    Starting with the information, she picked up the photo in front of her, and while she was a white prostitute, she had been listening to the conversation between the two of them with super handsome feel, sensing the true feedback of [Brand],

    and then she turned her gaze to look at it and appeared. On the photo in the field of view,

    A man with brown hair and decorative glasses who looks like an elite white-collar worker.

    Is he the maker of the micro-jamming device…

    “Well, it looks like good luck.” After

    confirming the information, Selika nodded and put away the photo. She put down her cocked legs and looked at the other party and asked:

    “This How many pieces of information?”

    How many?

    I didn’t understand the meaning of her question in the translation. Fang Ran was curious when he saw the counter, the old figure opened the newspaper again and said:

    “Not much. Only sold an ordinary C-level intelligence.”

    Decades of night battle experience obviously made the old shopkeeper guess that things are not that simple, but just as Celica believed that his intelligence was true, he

    was still a newcomer as early as the other party. He knew it when he was at the C-level, and he also believed that Selika was just asking some things, and

    the rest was just as he said, there was no problem.

    “Okay.” After

    understanding the meaning of his words, Selika was rarely a casual look anymore, then looked at Fang Ran and said:

    “Give me something.” After

    a moment he thought of saying that it was Bao. , Fang Ran handed it to her in a hurry.

    At this time, I finally noticed that the woman who was following the wild, handsome, and powerful woman was behind her, wearing a mask and sunglasses to block her face. He looked like a fledgling young

    man . The old shopkeeper raised his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared. Live Fang Ran.

    “Speaking of it, it was the first time I saw you with a man by your side. What’s the matter? Have you finally changed your sex?”

    “The intelligence trafficker should honestly take the money and don’t talk too much.”

    Taking out ten stacks of cash banknotes and throwing them directly in front of him, Selika faintly replied, and then threw the rest to Fang Ran

    along with her bag and walked out. Fang Ran quickly caught it and followed her out. Go.

    Then, after walking out,

    Fang Ran reacted violently and looked at Serika with a shocked look:

    “Wait, just now, it was 100,000 dollars for those two sentences and a photo!???”

    And Serli Ka turned his head and said, “What are you surprised about? What’s so strange

    ?” The eyes asked: “Is there any problem?”

    “Ah…no…” After

    the tickets and merchandise, Fang Ran felt it again. How terrible is the consumption level of the participants.

    “The maker of that equipment is also clear, what should we do now?”

    “Contact them first, and then join to investigate the whereabouts of this guy.” After

    listening to the question of what was written in the book, Selika asked. While stepping forward to give a general explanation, he took out the communication device to contact the other two people. The

    contact was quickly connected, and Annabella’s cold and glamorous face appeared in the video screen composed of the virtual projection.

    “What’s the matter?”

    “The maker of that thing found out, what’s the situation on your side?” It

    was also too lazy to say to her, Selika said directly to the shortest description of the situation, and it seemed to be the case for her. Feeling uncomfortable when she found the clues soon,

    Annabella’cut’ and replied coldly:

    “I asked some people for the first time. No one knows anything about static transparent camouflage equipment.” As

    expected, Selika Without any extra emotions, he didn’t care to speak:

    “Really, then we will go over there to meet you now.”

    Without speaking, Annabella snorted and was about to hang up,

    and then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking, both

    Fang Ran and Celica saw a male figure like an elite white-collar worker behind her.

    He was brown. Hair, wearing decorative glasses.