"People ran away?"

The blonde middle-aged man, Inspector Locke, looked at the two dejected subordinates in front of him: "Why are you so careless this time?" ”

"We've been careful," one of his men replied, "but the opponent is alert, he's a veteran." ”

"An Asian face, or a veteran?" Locke stroked his stubbled chin, "Could it be that other intelligence agencies are involved, the Japanese?" ”

Although the Japanese also have local intelligence agencies, they are small in scale, and most of them collect some commercial and political information through indirect means, and rarely do anything out of the ordinary.

"Go and check the Japanese companies in Paris to see if there's any situation," Inspector Locke ordered, but soon, he shook his hand, "Forget it, there's no need to be so troublesome, as long as you catch that courtesan, this person will not escape." ”

"Now, do it?" Two of his men asked.

"Do it now, it's too late, I'm afraid this courtesan named Marion will run away," Inspector Locke waved his hand, "You know where she lives?" Send a few more people over, and this time you must not fail! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The two men nodded and walked out quickly.

"Asian?"

Looking at the backs of the two men going out, Inspector Locke combed back his loose hair in confusion.

.........

The Black Cat Tavern on Petain Road.

As one of the best cocktail bartenders at the Black Cat Tavern, Edmundo has an extraordinary skill set that has become one of the most striking shows at the Black Cat Tavern, which was born in the 18th century and quickly became popular throughout the Americas and Europe.

However, it was only at 6:55 p.m. that Edmundo walked into the Black Cat Tavern, his long chic brown hair, double-breasted slightly open neckline and his uninhibited smile that made all the bartenders and waitresses look at each other in a fascination with their eyes.

"Edmundo! Please start your show! A rough tramp shouted loudly.

"Whatever you want, you'll give it all!" A couple of veterans threw the pennies they had left in their pockets.

"Let's go, let's go!" The working class was also agitated, shaking the rum in their hands.

Today's Black Cat Tavern is as usual crowded with all sorts of penniless homeless people, destitute veterans, and the occasional working-class splurge after a paycheck.

"As you wish."

With a chic bow, Edmundo's rum, gin, tequila, and various colors of red and white wine began to change at his fingertips, and with the wave of his arms and the rhythmic swing of his body, the colorful liquids gradually merged, and even the occasional showmanship-like juggling performance, everyone held their breath and quietly watched this visual feast that was rare for the common class.

Finally, all the liquid fused together, it was a vivid red, amber yellow and indigo purple-black, accompanied by a heavy breathing sound, Edmundor waved his hand, and the white rose in the ear of the waitress next to him suddenly fell into the goblet, and the originally slightly dull color scheme in the wine glass suddenly became extremely vivid, and at this moment, the crowd erupted in violent cheers at the same time:

"Hooray!"

"Unparalleled~!"

Edmundo smiled slightly, obviously accustomed to this kind of scene, and as soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed the shy waitress next to him, until the enthusiastic barmaid stamped her face, and then raised the freshly baked cocktail in her hand, and shouted:

"Today's glass of wine is called the Bastille! If you like it, you can bid! ”

"Thirty shengding!" Someone in the crowd made a bid.

Thirty centimes is equivalent to less than a third of francs, which is not much, but it is not too little for a glass of wine.

"Fifty!"

"Seventy!"

"Two francs!"

Bidding began, a traditional item for Edmundo cocktails, and of course, the lowest level of the bidding was often just a foil, in fact, Edmundo's cocktails used to sell for a maximum of 100 francs – which is already equivalent to six months' wages for an average Parisian worker.

"One hundred and one francs!"

A voice came, and the black cat bar was suddenly silent, no one expected that this record, which had been sealed for more than a year, would be broken tonight!

Everyone looked at the source of the voice, a man in a black burqa holding a hundred-dollar bill in his hand, slowly walking towards Edmundo, his face was covered by a black veil, obviously not wanting people to see his face.

"Is anyone else bidding?" Edmundo's voice trembled slightly, this kind of bold guest was also unattainable for him.

"There should be no ........."

The muffled voice of the man in the black burqa came, and then he smashed the hundred-franc note and a coin on the bar, then took the "Bastille" from Edmundo's hand and drank it up.

"Uh," Edmundo was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your generosity." ”

"No thanks," the black-robed man put his arm around Edmundo's shoulder, "I have something to talk to you." ”

"Well, I'm not thinking about going to any other bar just yet." Edmundo thought that this customer, like the previous one, was trying to dig him into another bar.

"Do you know Swallow?" The black-robed man didn't answer Edmundo's question, and asked to himself.

"Swallows?" Edmundo's voice became vigilant, he glanced at the black-robed man, pointed to a small box behind the bar, and said, "Please go over there." ”

"The swallow asked you to come? Did something happen? As soon as he sat down, Edmundo asked eagerly.

"What's your relationship with Swallow?" The black-robed man was cautious.

"Oh," Edmundo touched his head, "and frankly, I'm supposed to be her suitor." ”

The black-robed man was silent for a while, and Edmundo asked curiously, "What happened?" ”

"Do you know a lady named Bledsoe?" The black-robed man finally asked.

"Oh," Edmundo said embarrassed, "she's my girlfriend." ”

“..........”

"Don't get me wrong, I like Swallow very much, but she doesn't seem to like me, and after a long time, I think Bledsoe seems to be good, so I'm with her. What, did something happen? Edmundo asked with concern.

"She's a little troublesome, please take me to her quarters," replied the black-robed man, "by the way, what about the 100 francs just now?" ”

"Here, what's wrong?" Edmundo subconsciously took out the banknote he had just put away.

With a "whoosh", the banknote was snatched back by the black-robed man, Edmundo stood up eagerly, and just wanted to snatch the banknote back, the cold voice of the black-robed man came from his ears:

"That's the price I paid for telling you the news, and besides, your cocktail is so bad........"