Charlotte led Paine and the others away with an ugly expression. As soon as they left the red brick building, Charlotte's expression relaxed a lot. It was hard to tell whether he had just acted on purpose to show Durant.
"Refugees, you are in luck."
It was still early, so there was no one else on the street, so Charlotte suddenly stopped and turned to them.
"You also heard it just now. Originally, you had to follow Durant's motorcade to the front line and work as porters or laborers. Don't blame me for cheating you. There is no living space for refugees in Copenhagen. You can go to the front line and have a try. It's already pretty good. But you're in luck now. Durant only wants the highest purity fantasy matches. This thing is contraband. If you are caught reselling it, you will lose your head, so now I need some errands. I am a very democratic person, are any of you unwilling to do this?"
"I do not want to."
The dignified middle-aged man stood up.
"Mr. Charlotte, I'm willing to make up for it with something else—"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Charlotte's short and fat body showed a speed that was completely inconsistent with it. He moved in front of the middle-aged man in an instant, and the tip of the stick stabbed the middle-aged Adam's apple, protruding. The Adam's apple that popped out was actually penetrated by the tip of the stick!
The middle-aged man clutched his throat in astonishment, and his hands were stained red with blood. He was so desperate. He never expected that Charlotte never gave him a chance to finish speaking.
Charlotte withdrew her cane and the middle-aged man collapsed. Charlotte wiped the blood on the tip of the cane on the middle-aged man in disgust.
"Does anyone else have any objections?"
Paine remained silent. The other three people's eyelids jumped and they naturally did not dare to object.
"Very good, there are four people left now, and they are divided into two groups. As the saying goes, eggs cannot be put in the same basket. You go find my two former partners respectively. You and the woman are in a group, and the dwarf is with your A group of people with triangular eyes and small crew heads.”
Charlotte pointed at Paine and divided the four of them into teams. Charlotte then took out two more money bags and motioned for Paine and the dwarf to take over.
"This is the purchase fee for you. I have also left the address in it. Just go to that place and report my name. Don't think about collecting the money. There is no place for refugees in Copenhagen! Remember! After this is done Just come back to the Red Mansion and find me!"
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"Hey, what on earth are those fantasy matches?" The short-haired girl followed Paine with a smile.
"How do I know?" Paine was not at ease with the woman who was talking to him. If he could, he would have wanted to get rid of this woman and go it alone. It's a pity that no matter how fast he walks or goes in circles, this woman always follows him leisurely.
"You talk so fiercely that you make people scared and want to kill you directly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Paine felt a sharp object being pressed against his waist. He immediately stopped. He wanted to resist, but he found that he couldn't use the mental trick as he was pressed against his waist.
"Now you are finally willing to talk properly, little brother. Let me tell you a secret. In fact, I was the first one to wake up." The short-haired girl's lips were close to his ears, and her whole body hugged him. The two were as close as a couple.
At this time, some pedestrians began to appear on the street. They passed by them in twos and threes, but no one cast a curious look.
"It feels like you have guessed something. Tell me quickly. Don't even think about resisting. Those who are controlled by me can't use their abilities."
Paine felt that the sharp thing had scratched his skin.
The short-haired girl's breath hit his ears, making Paine's ears feel strangely itchy. But Paine didn't have any ambiguous feelings at this time, because the sharp thing was still stabbing into the flesh of his waist.
"I'm a very stingy woman, you'd better say something quickly." The short-haired girl bit his ear and warned.
"Then what do you want to know?"
"All, all your conjectures."
"Have you been pretending, woman?"
As Paine spoke, he tried to wink at the pedestrians around him. It's a pity that the pedestrians on the streets of Copenhagen are obviously not warm-hearted. The two of them have been hugging each other "intimately" here for almost five minutes, and no one even came over to look at them. Everyone is going their own way, busy with their own affairs, and not paying any attention to other people's affairs.
"Take that thing away from my waist, and I'll tell you." Paine felt that his flesh had been pierced a bit, and it was itchy and painful.
"Okay then." The short-haired girl withdrew the sharp object. Paine grimaced in pain - the sharp thing must have had a barb. He looked down and saw a trace of blood on his waist.
"This crazy woman!" Paine wanted to cut this woman into pieces with a thousand knives, but the current situation was stronger than others, and Paine was not going to waste his life here. His uncontrollable body just now made him very afraid of this woman.
"According to my guess, this fantasy match is probably a kind of mental narcotic similar to LSD in this world." Paine said.
"That's all?" The short-haired girl said with some dissatisfaction in her voice, "Continue."
Paine greeted the woman and her family a hundred times in his heart.
"Right now, this country is suffering from internal and external troubles. It is impossible to explain these things clearly in one or two sentences. You have also listened to the conversation between them. Have you extracted any information? We just need to know that we are going to help that person die. Fatty is just running errands and getting 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches. What else do you want to hear my analysis on?" Paine was a little annoyed.
"Oh, it's nothing, boring." The short-haired girl suddenly let go of him, "Looking at how confident you are, I thought you could meet a wise man."
Her voice suddenly dropped and she muttered something strange.
Pann quickly touched his waist and found that the wound was already scarred. However, Paine couldn't just lift his clothes to check for injuries on the street, so he could only continue on his way.
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"25, 27, 29 - here we are, 31 Bomby Street."
Paine stopped in front of a house.
The house was a shabby, half-timbered house. The wooden frame is filled with earth, and a layer of poor-quality lime slag is hastily painted on the outside of the wall. The powder will fall off at the slightest touch. There are also several holes in the roof, stuffed with straw and rags.
"Are you here?" the short-haired girl asked, raising her eyebrows.
"It should be here." Paine looked at a small piece of parchment in his hand, with a line of words written hastily on it.
"31 Bumby Street, looking for Scar Jonathon."
