hotmtlnovel Chapter 159 The Plan in Progress
Chapter 159 The Plan in Progress
Chapter 159 The Plan in Progress
Backlund, 69 Rose Street, second floor.
Mrs. Griffin, the landlady, frowned as she looked at the messy room before her.
The walls bore the scorch marks of black flames, and several torn paper figures lay scattered on the floor. A faint, eerie sweet fragrance lingered in the air.
She recalled the intruder from earlier, and the image of the wolf-fox escaping through the window, tightly wrapped in a ball of transparent silk threads.
"A witch?" Mrs. Griffin murmured to herself, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.
"I'm getting old, and I've become a bit lax."
She glanced around and sighed.
This is a mistake on her part according to the contract.
"Little Lorne—who on earth have you been messing with outside—?"
Meanwhile, in a dark alley a few blocks away.
Klein was held in a somewhat intimate embrace as they sped across the rooftops. The night wind whistled past his ears, making him feel somewhat unreal.
"Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
He snapped out of his daze and struggled to speak.
Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief once his feet were firmly on the ground. He straightened his slightly disheveled collar, looked at his smiling teammate, and asked, "What brings you here?"
"If I hadn't come, you'd be finished, Detective." Irene crossed her arms and looked at him with amusement.
Klein immediately retorted, "If you hadn't suddenly intervened, we wouldn't have started fighting at all!"
"Oh?" Irene raised an eyebrow. "You want to convince that old woman? Do you think she'll believe the words of a dangerous 'trespasser' like you?"
"That woman didn't seem like an unreasonable person, and—"
Klein was silent for a moment, then sighed, "If you don't intervene, she might believe it. As a detective, I'm quite confident in my eloquence."
"Speaking of which," Irene stopped arguing with him about it, and suddenly took a step forward, almost pressing her body against his, her breath sweet as orchids, "why did you hide it from us and sneak out all by yourself?"
Looking at the other person's alluring face so close to his mouth, Klein subconsciously swallowed and stiffly took a half step back.
"A detective's commission. The client has requested confidentiality," he replied, trying to sound calm.
"Oh~ You're keeping it a secret even from me?" Irene's eyes became even more playful.
"—" Klein paused for a moment, but finally insisted, "Of course."
"What a heartless detective," Irene muttered, straightening up and resuming her usual demeanor.
"Fine," she stretched and winked at him, "this time, you owe me one, okay?"
"Let's go home, great detective~"
Watching Irene's retreating figure, Klein muttered to himself.
Witches are terrifying, Bayam, in a mixed-race dockside bar.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of cheap liquor, sweat, and tobacco. The shouts of sailors, the yells of gamblers, and the lewd laughter of waitresses mingled together.
"How about that one?"
"No, it's too short."
"What about that one—?"
"Too fat."
In an inconspicuous corner, Danitz and Lorne were speaking in hushed tones, silently scanning everyone in the tavern like wolves choosing their prey.
In such a noisy environment, their little actions went unnoticed.
For Lorne, time was of the essence. He had to act quickly before the 10,000-pound bounty had fully taken hold and spread throughout Bayam's extraordinary circles.
After some time, the news of the bounty spread, and some things became much harder to do.
He has a bold plan, but he needs a suitable "stand-in".
However, due to the current special circumstances in Bayam, there aren't many pirates in the bar, and it's not easy to find a suitable target for the time being.
"How is that person?"
Just then, Danitz gestured with his eyes to a young pirate who was drinking at the bar.
Lorne followed his gaze. It was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with messy short brown hair and a thin build, drinking alone in silence.
"His height and build are similar to mine," Lorne mused.
"Is that guy clean?" he asked.
"Clean?" Danitz chuckled. "That guy's called 'Bloody Hand' Luca. Don't let his young age fool you; he's been a pirate for years. He's incredibly ruthless in his pursuit of fame, and the blood on his hands is countless."
"Where is the strength?"
"The 'madman' of Sequence 8 is far inferior to me," Danitz replied affirmatively.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Lorne's lips.
"Okay, he's the one."
Half an hour later, "Bloody Hand" Luca walked out of the bar drunk and staggered into a small alley leading to the city.
Not far behind him, Danitz followed silently like a ghost.
As a Sequence 7 hunter, tracking a drunk Sequence 8 is not difficult.
The alley was pitch black, with only a faint light coming from the lighthouse on the distant dock. Luca had just reached the middle of the alley when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
He was startled, sobered up considerably, and turned around abruptly to see a tall figure blocking his way.
"Who are you?!" He instinctively reached for the weapon at his waist.
However, at that moment, another person emerged from the shadows in front of him.
A black-haired man wearing glasses.
Luca's mind went blank for a moment. He was trapped in the middle of the alley, unable to move forward or backward.
Just as he was hesitating about which one to deal with first, the man with glasses suddenly looked up.
His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, seemed to have transformed into two bottomless whirlpools.
"Om one—"
An invisible, chaotic mental shock instantly bombarded Luca's mind!
Mental storm!
Luca's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly becoming vacant, and he stood frozen in place like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out.
The next second, Danitz suddenly appeared behind him, and with a swift and clean chop, struck him hard on the back of the neck.
"Thump."
Before "Bloody Hand" Luca could even utter a sound, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the filthy ground, completely losing consciousness.
"Bloody Hand, what a scary name. But his strength is really just so-so." Lorne looked at the unconscious pirate and muttered.
"What do we do now?" Danitz asked.
"Take advantage of the darkness and tie him up and take him to the house we just rented."
"By the way, are you sure the person you want to work with is the one we played cards with when we first met?"
"Yes. It's him." Danitz nodded.
"Well, we need to plan this out some more."