The note made my scalp tingle, and the hand holding the gun clenched unconsciously. Although I haven't read the words written on it, this action is undoubtedly very disturbing and even frightening for a person like me who is a thief.

I didn't move, I tried to calm myself down. If the other party wants to attack me, there is no need to play such a game, he is so close to me, is he not afraid that I will drag him to die together? And... And he is Chinese, at least an Asian who can speak Chinese, which reminds me of the Chinese note I received inexplicably in a Chinese restaurant...

Maybe the other party didn't mean it, although it was a bit of a fluke to think so. But at this moment, I can't think of any of his intentions against me for a while, and at least I have to look at what is written on the paper first.

I lowered my head slowly, not mentioning the content first, judging from this font, it was the same font as the last time on the note. It seems that what I just thought was right, the note I saw in the Chinese restaurant was written by this guy. I was a little relieved to see this, no matter what his plans were, anyway, it seems that he is more likely to be a friend at the moment.

There were a few more words on the paper than last time, and the first line was: "Remember the dance music outside the Chinese restaurant?" “

This sentence is, first of all, undoubtedly a reminder to me that this is not the first time we have dealt with each other, and secondly, it is to show that he has no ill will. It seems that this guy didn't leave the restaurant at the time, he kept watching us leave.

I continued to look at the second line, and saw that the second line read: "Someone from the other side has come from Germany and has arrived in Paris." Dangerous!!! ”

I didn't feel much about the previous sentence. Germany? What's the matter, I've always been against the Yankees. But finally this "dangerous !!" With three exclamation points, if not habit, then this must be emphasizing to me that this "danger" is very important, very dangerous!

I didn't look at him, but reached out and pushed the paper back, tapped it with my fingers and whispered in Chinese: "Who is that?" ”

"Berlin station for the Americans. You haven't heard of it. The man pulled it over as he spoke, then folded it and put it in his pocket.

"That's all?" I asked again.

"That's all." The man said as he shoved the pen and paper in front of me, "Contact information." “

I didn't immediately go and write, but glanced at him. This person is very ordinary-looking, the kind that you can't find immediately when you walk into the crowd. But judging from his performance at the moment, there is a feeling of familiarity in him, not that I have seen him or anything, but that he is somewhat similar to the old guy Eunice, the feeling of an old spy. Because at the moment, his expression is really like a parent waiting for his child at the school gate, which is completely different from what he is saying and doing.

"I'd love to know how you found mine." I then asked.

The man's face moved, as if smiling, "Write down your contact information." We have a common enemy, that's all. I have to go. The man looked outside, "The person you're looking for should have almost arrived." “

I looked at him, and he seemed very calm and unhurried, as if he was looking for me as a dispensable matter. But that's certainly not the case. Since he has the same enemy, he risks the same as me.

I lowered my head and looked at the paper and pen and said, "Why don't you give me your contact information?" “

"Because it's not safe." The man looked at me.

I no longer hesitate, since the other party can find me, what is the point of leaving contact information? More importantly, I feel that he found me ready to act with us against our so-called common enemy. So I picked up the pen and wrote down the number of the phone I was carrying, then pushed the pen back to him and said, "What do you call you?" “

“d。“ The man spoke, glanced at the numbers on the paper, folded the car again, and slipped it into his pocket.

"d," I asked, confused. Because I think I misheard, is that a title?

But the man didn't answer, apparently he was telling me in silence that I was right. He slowly stood up, put his chair back on, smiled politely at me, and said in French, "Thank you." With that, he turned around and walked out of the bakery.

I watched the guy leave, and in a moment his figure disappeared into the crowd of people coming and going. And not long after he left, the old wolf appeared in the field of vision with two other figures, one large and one small.

The big one is Fenaro, and the smaller one is supposed to be Fenalo's son. The three of them walked slowly into the bakery. Finaro did not forget to buy a couple of tempting-looking bread and order a drink for his child, and after settling the child at another table, he sat down at our table.

After he sat down, I looked at the child, "Is it okay to talk about things with the child?" I spoke.

Fenalo looked at me and said, "This is the school. I'm not here to meet you, I'm here to pick up the kids. What do you think? ”

The old wolf saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about this." He looked at Fenalo and said, "We don't have to go around in circles, let's get to the point." How's that thing going on with me? “

"Before answering your question." Fenalo looked at the old wolf, "I want to ask you a question first. What's going on with Samara? “

"What's going on?" The old wolf pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What does our affair have to do with Samara?" Did he find you? “

"Find me? Hehe. Hell with that. Fenalo sneered and stared at the old wolf, "You really don't know? So haven't you been in Bordeaux lately? Your damn phone won't get through. ”

The old wolf glanced sideways at me, as if to tell me not to speak, and that he would tell me to do everything. Then he turned back and said, "Something happened to us... I think you've heard about it. “

Fenalo didn't answer the old wolf's words, but waited for his next words. The old wolf sighed and continued, "Someone is going to deal with us. They attacked us. We ran away, and I asked Samara for help, but he didn't care about us. After that we were blocked, and more than half of my men died. Did you know this? “

Finaro didn't speak, just stared at the old wolf. But judging from the expression and the look in his eyes, he didn't know at all, but he didn't know much either.

"That's when I lost my phone. Why don't I answer the phone? The old wolf asked rhetorically.

Fernaro looked at the old wolf and thought for a while and said, "You really don't know what happened to Samara?" “

"Know what? Can't you say it explicitly? Besides, what do you always mention to him? It's not him I'm asking you to find. The old wolf asked in a strange way, as if he really didn't know.

"And where have you been for the past two days?" Ferrana asked warily.

"What's wrong with you?" The old wolf suddenly looked very unhappy, "You changed careers to become a policeman?" Am I taking the risk of coming here to you to answer these inexplicable questions of yours? ”

Thank you for the fat of my old friend Ship of the Desert... Have a great weekend everyone! The big boss is gradually coming to the forefront!!!!

(End of chapter)