After knocking twice on the door as a reminder, Varina pushed open the door of the No. 2 pool room and walked in.
Kaspars Kamrinen is swinging a golf ball alone.
He is an old man over fifty years old. He has a huge scar on his face that stretches from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth. At first glance, you will have a feeling that this person is vicious. But when he started walking, his limp legs would greatly reduce this unpleasant feeling.
This is the first impression based on external appearance.
In fact, Wariner knew him better. In the original work, when faced with Klein who was pretending to be an ordinary person, except for charging a slightly higher fee, he always behaved very enthusiastic and honest.
Of course, this kind of performance may also be related to the "old man's" face, so Varina also plans to take advantage of it.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Kaspars noticed that a strange young man walked in, his tone was solemn.
"I want a revolver, an armpit pouch, and 30 rounds of matching ammunition."
Varina made the request first, and then added with a smile: "It was the 'old man' who introduced me."
Kaspars looked Varina up and down twice with undisguised eyes, and then said a digression: "Huh, you don't look like a detective, young man."
This may be a veiled piece of advice, or it may just be a hint that he looks immature.
Varina didn't think much and quickly replied: "That's right, you are very good at reading people."
"So how much do I have to pay?"
"Three pounds."
Kaspers gave an explanation after the quotation: "Although this is more expensive than a regular weapons store, I don't check the gun ownership certificate here."
"It's a reasonable price, I can accept it."
As Varina spoke, he took out three 1-pound bills from his right trouser pocket and handed them to the other party.
When he went out in the morning, he took with him all the savings he had saved over the past year, which amounted to almost 20 pounds. Among them, three 5-pound bills were placed alone in his left trouser pocket. Because of this, his left hand remained in his trouser pocket almost all day long.
Such behavior will undoubtedly affect his external image, but compared with the risk of losing most of his savings, the cost is obviously minimal.
"Come on, wait for me here for 5 minutes."
After Kaspars checked the banknotes, he limped out and soon took out a brown paper package.
Varina opened the package without looking carefully, and directly pinned the silver-white pistol to the waistband of his trousers - he didn't know how to use a gun, and it was in vain to look at it. He also needed a gun pocket under his arm. Wearing it inside the coat obviously cannot be used immediately.
As for the box of ammunition and the gun bag, they were stuffed into the pockets on both sides of the coat.
This transaction was more about establishing an initial relationship with Kaspers. Of course, the gun you bought will not be completely useless. After all, others don't know that he doesn't know how to use a gun.
With this transaction as a foreshadowing, Varina spoke again and revealed the true purpose of his trip:
"I heard that you know some very powerful guys, the kind that are mysterious and unreasonable. Can you introduce them to me?"
Kaspars had already gone to get the cue from the table. Upon hearing such a request, he turned around suddenly and looked at Varina again with cold eyes.
This kind of scrutiny lasted for several minutes, during which Kaspars said nothing, creating a strong oppressive aura, trying to make the young man on the opposite side retreat.
But Varina endured it without showing any timidity.
"What do you want to do with them?" Kaspars saw that his trick didn't work, so he chose to give in. "I would like to advise you, if you don't have a necessary reason, it's best not to contact them."
"It's about life."
Varina said firmly: "Without the help of that kind of person, I probably wouldn't have survived much longer."
Kaspars didn't ask any more questions. He said "wait here" and staggered out of the billiard room again. Behind him, Varina let out a long sigh of relief.
Great, everything goes well.
Varina's series of actions are actually of a gambling nature. When he entered the bar, he was worried about the existence of Caspars; when he met the person, he was worried about whether the other person recognized the "old man"; and after the arms deal was concluded, he was worried about the pairing of Maric and Miss Sharon. Are you there?
Now it seems that his previous worries were unnecessary.
More than ten minutes later, Kaspars returned and saw Varina sitting on the somewhat dirty sofa, sipping a glass of wine.
"Come with me, he agrees to meet you."
The two of them passed through the side of the boxing ring and came to a card room near the kitchen of the bar. They knocked on the door and got permission to enter.
The scene that Warina saw was just like what was described in the original novel, with a pale-faced Maric playing poker with a dozen equally pale-faced living corpses.
Kaspars closed the door and left, while Maric, who looked about thirty years old, walked up to the front of Varina. He stared at Varina with a seductive gaze that contained malicious intent, and asked directly:
"What kind of help do you want?"
Varina did not answer directly, but chose to explain with action.
He took two steps sideways, came to the shadow of a light, and then squatted down. Such a simple action caused his presence to drop significantly, almost disappearing into the shadows.
Of course, this is the effect on ordinary people, excluding extraordinary people like Maric.
"I understand," Maric nodded slightly after watching the performance, "Tell me, how much do you know?"
Varina returned to his standing position and said:
"I learned through some channels that people like me are called 'half-Extraordinary'. If you can't become a true 'Extraordinary', you will die suddenly in a short time."
"And to become a true 'Extraordinary', I need to find a magic potion."
"That's pretty much it."
Maric picked up the wine glass next to a living corpse and took a sip, nodded and said:
"The information you know is generally correct, but the magic potion is not found. It is prepared after finding the formula and materials, and it is ready for use."
"Also, magic potions have different levels. Starting from sequence 9, 9, 8, 7, and 6 go up step by step. Ordinary people can only drink potions of sequence 9. If you drink them randomly, death is probably the best outcome. "
"There are many types of Sequence 9 potions, but when you choose one of them, except for the subsequent potions it corresponds to, all other potions are more terrifying to you than intestinal poison. thing."
After a very brief introduction to the potion system, Maric's expression became serious, he stared at Varina again, and warned:
"Your situation is even more special!"
"You have no choice. You can only solve your hidden dangers by drinking the Sequence 9 potion that is consistent with the characteristics you just showed."
"Remember, the potion formula you need is 'Assassin'. Generally speaking, it is worth about 200 pounds."
At this point, Maric stopped talking.
Seeing this, Varina took off the peaked cap on his head, then bent down and saluted, and asked in an expectant tone:
"So sir, do you have the potion formula I need?"
