After hearing Agnes' words, several people in the room couldn't help but darken their faces, and Bernie also clenched his fists.
"Miss, I think this is not in line with the etiquette of meeting others." The person opposite said, and Agnes followed her and looked at the speaker.
Mr. Wilder, who had a bounty of 310 gold Riso, Agnes showed a surprised expression and said, "Is that so? When gang members meet someone, they will first be introduced through an intermediary, and then hand their business card to the other party's servant. And then set the time for the visit? I thought you didn’t do that, but just kidnapped the person directly.”
Wilder couldn't help but pat the armrest of the seat, but the words in his mouth were choked in his chest. Finally, Bernie said: "I think it has nothing to do with our identity, but it depends on whether we are our friends."
His eyes were fixed on Agnes, and several members next to him looked at Bernie with some surprise.
Agnes couldn't help but frown, and she said directly: "It turns out that Mr. Bernie sent people to hunt me down because he never regarded me as a friend."
"This is really sad." Agnes sighed exaggeratedly.
Her hand caressing her neck knocked on the back of Lind's head without any warning, and Lind's body instantly fell limp on the seat.
Several guns pointed at Agnes pulled the triggers almost simultaneously, while Agnes' hand holding her shoulder quickly pulled up Lind's body and blocked it in front of her, leaving several bloody holes. Appeared on Lind's body, blood spurting out from inside.
"Mr. Linde is really unlucky. He was shot so badly by his companions. Fortunately, I knocked him out in advance so that he did not have to be awake and suffer such pain." Agnes said with a smile.
Several people were so angry that they were breathing heavily. They squeezed the trigger tightly but did not dare to use force.
"Fortunately, none of these shots were fatal," Agnes sighed, her fingers opened the wound on Lind's upper arm where she was shot, and pulled out the bullet casing inside. Blood flowed along Agnes' curved fingers. A drop of blood flowed down the joint: "I just don't know if poor Mr. Linde can hold on after a few more shots."
"Are you still going to shoot?" Agnes asked with a smile.
"It's really annoying. Why did you shoot?" Agnes carefully put Lind back on the seat, raised her head and sighed with some distress.
"He is worth 280 gold liso."
While speaking, Agnes reached up and pulled out the gun from her waist. She pulled the trigger and hit a guard's hand holding the gun.
Several others subconsciously pulled the trigger.
Agnes' figure disappeared there, and several bullets hit the painting hanging on the wall, leaving a black hole.
Her figure appeared in front of the remaining people. A huge force came from Agnes' hand that hit them. They could not hold the guns in their hands, and the pistols flew towards the ceiling. The pistols were accidentally touched. Bullets flew out of the mouth, leaving black marks on the ceiling.
"So, you'd better not hold a gun." Agnes stopped next to the last guard, reached out and patted the guard on the shoulder in a good mood, and said with a smile.
"You just want to kill us all?" Bernie reacted quickly and asked in a low voice.
"Mr. Bernie, you may have misunderstood me." Agnes said with a smile.
"I brought my client to see you sincerely. Look, I didn't take the initiative to bleed any of your members."
"Do you think we are fools? Linde is right over there..."
"Obviously you were the one who injured Linde." Agnes said with an aggrieved look.
Bernie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is the person who wants to see me?"
Agnes smiled and took a step forward. The expressions on several people's faces almost froze at the same time, and almost all the muscles in their bodies were on guard.
"Oh, don't be so nervous, I didn't do anything." Agnes said with a smile and raised her eyebrows.
"Mr. Bernie is ready to see you," Agnes stood there and shouted with a slightly higher voice. After thinking about it, she added: "Remember to bring Mr. Lunn with you."
"What did you do to Lunn?" Wilder stood up angrily, as if he wanted to rush forward, but was pushed back by the person next to him. There was no bounty on this person, but Agnes recognized him. This was Bo Nick's assistant Raffl.
"I didn't do anything." Agnes said with an innocent face. Her eyes swept across the people in the room one by one, and she looked away when their expressions became more and more ugly.
"It's just that your Mr. Lunn is too weak, so I'll nurse him back to health."
Wilder roared, but Rafael held him tightly.
Agnes looked thoughtfully at Wilder and Ravel who was holding him next to him, judging the relationship between the other party and Lunn, and waiting for Vicente's arrival.
...
Vicente dragged Lunn in. Wilder, who had just calmed down, roared again when he saw Lunn, who looked extremely weak.
Agnes ignored him and walked towards the two people at the door. Along the way, she kicked the gun that had fallen on the ground farther away. She squatted down and put Lun on her shoulders.
"I finally met Mr. Bernie, but Mr. Bernie must not be in a particularly good mood," Agnes stood up and said with a smile, "I wonder if he will be willing to answer the questions you want to ask."
Vicente looked at the scene in the room and hesitated to speak. Finally, he just held back a sentence: "Good afternoon, Mr. Bernie."
"I guess I'm not very good, sir." Bernie snorted and said in a mocking tone.
Vicente glanced at the other members in the room with a troubled expression. Agnes said with a smile: "You want to talk to Mr. Bernie alone? Tell me earlier, I can definitely create a perfect alone time for you." Meeting environment.”
Vicente ignored Agnes's words, but bowed with his chest pressed, and then asked Bernie: "Mr. Bernie, I'm sorry that my experience of meeting you was not very pleasant. I just want to Let me ask you something."
"Why did you entertain the captain of the Silver Rose at the Wolfe Restaurant on the evening of the 11th?"
Bernie raised his eyebrows and asked strangely: "I don't remember that I..."
Ravel stood up instantly, interrupted Bernie's words, stared at Vicente and asked: "Are you investigating a case? Sir, I remember you are a detective?"
Agnes couldn't help but frown, her eyes locked on Ravel.
