Chapter 222

The winter of 279 in the federal calendar came earlier than expected.

early morning.

Sulu added a dress, breathed out a breath, came to the garden, took the daily newspaper and milk, and returned to the living room.

Mary had already made breakfast, with slightly burnt bread and fried bacon.

Harlock lay bored on the carpet, and the dog's face was full of loveless expression.

During this period of foster care, many of its hobbies have been banned, and the great cause of home demolition is in the middle. Don't think about it.

The good days in Isaac are gone forever.

What's more, it can't beat the new owner. It's also branded with a contract. It can only obey orders.

"Well... The mysterious propaganda in the newspaper is increasing recently, and some folk sections have been added in particular... This is paving the way for the future and opening up to a limited extent?"

Sulu opened the newspaper while drinking milk.

Just as he was putting bacon in his bread and smearing fruit juice, there was a sudden sound of ringing the doorbell outside.

Mary wiped her hands, went to open the door and welcomed the guests into the living room.

"Mr Sean!"

It was Duran and wood who came. They were wearing black windbreaker and had no previous sloppy temperament. At this time, they all bowed and bowed: "our boss... Wants to see you!"

"Shark club boss?"

Sulu slowly ate his homemade sandwich and a message quickly came to mind:

'shark club boss... 'tiger shark' Michael! It is said that he has a fierce temper. He once cut the throat of several opponents and threw them into the sea to feed sharks... "

"You... Leaked my story?"

He asked casually.

"Sir... My lord... I'm really sorry..."

Although the weather was cold, a lot of hot sweat had appeared on Duran's forehead: "the boss guessed... After all, our actions are becoming more and more suspicious."

"When was that?" Sulu had expected this and asked again.

"Half a month ago... He promoted our position in the gang and ordered us to serve adults wholeheartedly!"

Duran answered quickly.

"So it seems... Is it an expression of goodwill?"

"As a gang boss, I must know the mysterious world better than my younger brother, and I also know the horror of professionals..."

"Although... Even if the other party informed the city's 11th Bureau and other institutions, I am not afraid..."

"This may be an opportunity to officially join the local circle of extraordinary people."

Sulu finished his breakfast and stood up: "just... I don't have an appointment today."

Of course, the biggest reason he can promise is that the burning feeling of his soul has been reduced by more than half, and his injury has almost recovered.

"Yes, please follow me!"

Duran and wood drove a carriage and took Sulu to the dock area.

This is the dirtiest area in Rory city. I don't know how many poor people, bankrupts and coolies come together. It's hard to find out how many people there are even in the census.

Because of the wide mobility and secrecy, it has naturally become the first choice of gang location.

"Sir, here we are."

Duran led Sulu into a building in the dock area.

It seems to be a comprehensive residential area. People come in and out from time to time. Sulu pressed the center of his eyebrows and felt a lot of staring eyes.

Maybe a child next to a sewage beach is the eye liner of a gang.

"Such gangs... No wonder their vitality is so tenacious."

He followed Duran thoughtfully into the building to a certain floor.

Here, many powerful thugs patrol, and the degree of preparedness has been improved a lot.

In front of a living room, a strong white man had been waiting there.

He has fiery hair, high muscles in front of his chest and steel color. The whole person is like a tiger. When he saw Sulu, he immediately came forward and extended his hand enthusiastically.

Sulu shook hands with him and frowned.

He seemed to smell a strong smell of blood and resentment. It was obvious that Michael, the boss of the shark club, had more than a dozen lives.

"Please come in!"

Michael led Sulu into the living room, an office decorated with iron blood.

There is a sculpture of a shark on the wall. Below are two crossed swords. There are ferocious guns on the exhibition shelf next to it. It doesn't look like a fake.

"It is said that... Mr. Sean, you are an expert in the field of mystics and have solved many problems for many people?"

Michael sat on the sofa and spoke directly.

"I'm just a folklore scholar. I've only studied some aspects..."

Sulu kept smiling.

"Your ability is worth cooperating with the stronger, not Duran's two waste... Sorry... I'm not slandering them, but their ability is really average..."

Michael pulled out a cigar for himself, made a gesture in his eyes, and Sulu refused.

"So..." Sulu asked curiously with his hands and fingers crossed.

"I want to hire Mr. to be the consultant of the shark club. There are ten golden dragons every month. When something happens... Er... Mysterious and special categories, how about adding them according to the suggestions and circumstances?"

Michael sincerely invited.

It can be seen that this man is very ambitious and knows something mysterious.

Understand that in today's world, we must master certain extraordinary power, otherwise we will be unable to move.

"Not enough!"

Sulu sipped his coffee and shook his head calmly.

"I heard from Duran that Mr. Sean has been looking for similar parties?"

Michael looked at Sulu with a plain face, knew that ordinary money could not move each other, and took out the final condition: "I happen to know one and can guarantee Mr. Sean. You know, most people in the mysterious world are very cautious... This party is especially so. They need the guarantee of local forces, of course... It's unofficial."

In fact, there is still a certain inspection period.

However, Sulu has gained a reputation in some circles in Rory and has lived for some time to meet his requirements.

"Very good."

Sulu nodded demurely and agreed to the condition.

As for becoming a gangster consultant or something? Don't care at all.

Anyway, at this time, he is a folklore scholar Sean, an identity that will be discarded if he is cured!

"Then we will be friends in the future!"

The lines on Michael's face softened and shook hands with Sulu again: "please rest assured that I will work on this matter soon, or send Duran to inform?"

He has decided that if the mysterious man in front of him hates Duran, he will sink him into the sea immediately!

Anyway, he has done similar things more than once or twice.

Sulu frowned, felt a trace of killing, and quickly figured out the reason.

"It can be replaced by wood... The goddess teaches us that life is precious."

"OK... Ok..."

Michael was stunned. He didn't seem to think that Sulu, a wild extraordinary, still believed in the goddess of light!