"I...I..." The man's words were a little hesitant, but he finally nodded in Agnes's sight.
This was a coincidence. Agnes rubbed the purple gemstone of the bracelet on her left wrist, and the smile on her face deepened.
"Come on, tell me what kind of person Antoine Gardner is." Agnes grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him up, pressing him on the wooden box on the side, and even helped him like an old friend. The man patted the dust on his clothes.
The man's expression was a little frightened, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"What's going on? Sir, you look a little nervous. Do you need me to help you relax?" Agnes's smile deepened, and the malice in it was not concealed at all.
The man was a little trembling and said quickly: "I...I'm not familiar with him."
"Oh, aren't you all members of the Ste Brotherhood?" Agnes asked with a puzzled look on her face. She reached out and pulled the man's hair, making the man's eyes turn to her.
The man said with a sad face: "I am just a peripheral member, he is a core member, and I have not even spoken to him."
"So that's the case, no wonder." Agnes nodded exaggeratedly and released her grip on the man's hair.
"Of course people like you can only be peripheral members, unlike Antoine Gardner."
"Even if you kill someone but fail to resolve the issue, and are found out and noticed by the police, as long as you escape to Art Street, the Brotherhood of Sturt will naturally protect him, unlike you..."
Agnes clearly saw some unwillingness on the man's face, and she sneered slightly in her heart.
"Looking at the skillful way you held your head in front of you, it's not the first time that you were dragged into an alley and beaten after a failed theft. You are also a member of the Ste Brotherhood. Have they ever taken care of you?"
"No, that's not the case..."
The man opened his mouth, trying to refute something, but Agnes showed the man a malicious and slow smile, interrupting his words.
"Don't look at me like that, think about it yourself."
"Don't talk about the past, just look at today. I dragged you into the alley. Many people should have seen it. There should be many members of the Stern Brotherhood inside. Has anyone taken care of you for such a long time?" An Gnis asked with a smile.
The man lowered his head and said nothing.
"Admit it, you are just a dispensable guy." Agnes stared at the man's increasingly red eyes, her smile gradually widening.
The man clenched his fists, his eyes gradually turned scarlet, and finally looked up at Agnes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Miss, you have been telling me these things here because you want me to do something. What?"
"Let me think about it, you have been driving a wedge between me and the Brotherhood. Do you want me to betray the Brotherhood? What value do I have to you? News about the Brotherhood?"
"Oh, you still have some brains," Agnes's smile deepened, she stood up, looked down at the man, and said, "It's a pity that the brains are not good enough."
"You are of no value to me." Agnes saw the man trying to stand up and retort in dissatisfaction after hearing this. She directly grabbed the man's neck with a smile and said, "You are just a peripheral member. What useful information can I get from you?"
"Even if I kill you here, it won't be as useful as killing a chicken. At least, killing a chicken can bring me a delicious dinner, and what can you bring me?" An Gyniss asked, staring into the man's eyes.
The feeling of suffocation gradually made the man gradually panic. He used both hands to try to break away Agnes's hand that was holding his neck. However, Agnes became as weak as a baby under the power strengthened by the magic potion.
He opened his mouth wide and tried to say something, but due to the compressed thyroid cartilage, he could only moan meaninglessly.
Agnes smiled and asked: "You seem to want to say something?"
She didn't let go of her hand, just stared at the man with interest. The man's eyes were full of fear and despair, and Agnes clearly felt that her long-stagnant potion digestion progress was beginning to improve.
"Why don't you speak?" Agnes asked with some malice.
The man's face turned red, his hands weakly grasped Agnes's palm, and his eyes turned white.
"Oh, I forgot, it's a little difficult for you to speak in this position."
Agnes let go of her hand, and the man covered his throat and coughed. He looked at Agnes in horror and backed away towards the wall with his palms on the ground.
"Hey, don't you want to say something?" Agnes leaned down and asked doubtfully.
"So, I got it wrong." Agnes looked thoughtful and stretched out her hand to the man.
"No, no, I have something to say!" the man screamed in horror.
Agnes smiled and took back her hand and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Ma'am, you are looking for Antoine Gardner, right?" The man raised his hands and said, "You and I know where he lives."
"Oh, you're not familiar with him, how do you know where he lives?" Agnes narrowed her eyes and asked with some suspicion.
"He is one of the people who cannot be messed with on Art Street, we all know it!" the man said quickly.
"Really? Lead the way, I happen to have business to discuss with him." Agnes narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.
...
Agnes followed the man to a dilapidated-looking house.
The man explained to Agnes in a somewhat dogged manner: "Yate Street is like this. It was originally a neighborhood for losers. There are many empty houses. The original owners cannot be found and there is no need to pay rent. There are new people every day. Come, and new people leave or die every day..."
"That's it." Agnes said perfunctorily, and the man subconsciously closed his mouth and said nothing more.
The man walked to the door, raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but heard some noise behind him. He turned around subconsciously and saw that Agnes had installed a silencer on the pistol at some point and walked up quickly. In front of him, he calmly raised the muzzle of the gun, hit the door lock with a bang, stretched out his hand to push the door open, and walked into the house.
The man froze subconsciously, standing still and not daring to move.
The man sitting on the sofa in the house subconsciously stood up and reached under his coat.
Agnes showed a smile, raised her gun and fired a shot at Antoine Gardner's forearm, which was stretched out under his coat.
The bullet penetrated Antoine Gardner's sleeve, grazed his arm, and entered the sofa.
Antoine Gardner's hands froze for a moment, and he slowly raised his hands, his face pale and ugly.
"Don't, don't be impulsive..."
