We watched these people leave one by one, feeling a little unwilling, but there was nothing we could do. The last to leave was Burki, who was arguably the best of the gang. Although the people at Berlin Station obviously didn't want to say a word to him, the old guy didn't look at him directly, and the old man in Dune, Murphy, didn't take him seriously. But at least in my opinion, he should be in the best mood of these people, because in this case, the final winner is him, after all, from the analysis point of view, this guy not only took the pigtail of the invincible Yankee Berlin Station, but also can justifiably hit the sand dunes he wants to hit later.

Maybe it was because of the harvest in the end that he was in the mood to leave here with them after once again appeasing the two policemen who were about to wipe their butts with the black pot. The rest of the police were evacuated after everyone left. Things were soon back to normal, and the rest of the hotel was free. Although most of them were complaining and asking the waiter at the inn what was going on. But no one could answer, and even we couldn't tell what the gang had said in the room and what agreements they had reached.

When all the police had withdrawn, they immediately got busy. D and I went back to it, and D, as if he was still unwilling, pulled me around the old guy's room again, as if to see if there was anything missing. After wandering around and finding nothing, he returned to the kitchen.

And just as we were back in the kitchen, a delivery truck pulled up to the back kitchen. When the car arrived, the tall and thin man informed Andrew of them, and the retreat began. While the truck unloaded all the ingredients and drinks, the things they packed were transferred to the truck in the same way. No one spoke halfway, they were all immersed in their work, which was extremely efficient, and after a while, everything was sent to the car.

"Got it all loaded?" D asked after looking back and forth at the contents of the car.

"It's loaded. That's it. Andrew nodded.

"Let's see if there's anything missing." D didn't seem to be at ease, and jumped out of the crate after speaking, "You guys wait first." Wait for me to go out and have a look. ”

"Are you still worried?" I looked at D and asked.

"Yes." D said and looked at Andrew and repeated again, "Don't leave in a hurry. Wait for my message. ”

Andrew looked at the others around him and looked at D in confusion and said, "What are you worried about?" ”

D looked at everyone and said, "Have you noticed the scene when the old gentleman walked to the door of the inn?" ”

I nodded and said, "The old Murphy you were talking about walked towards him." But it seems that the two of them didn't speak. ”

"I didn't speak. I think it's because there are people behind him, and it's inconvenient to say something. But they have communication. D thought for a moment and said, "He and Murphy shook their heads. I'd love to know what this shaking head means. ”

"You think it's not over yet?" Andrew immediately asked.

"I'm just worried about this... D said and looked back at the truck, "The old gentleman from before was walking around. He's wandering around when we're already under attack. What the hell are you wandering around? What did he think of or discover? ”

Hearing D's question, Andrew and I looked at each other. They all shook their heads, but the tall and thin man holding the truck on the side looked at us and said, "Are you going to go?" Is it possible to solve problems by wasting time thinking about each other here? ”

"Let's go!" D immediately replied, as if he had made up his mind to D, but then he added, "You all get in the car and bring your things." After saying that, he looked at me, "Take your things and go out with me." If nothing happens, leave immediately. ”

What he asked me to take, of course, was my gun that I had been carrying in my night fishing light bag.

"What about you?" Anya on the side asked worriedly, "Do you want to come with us?" ”

"Of course." D shook his head, "What are you doing if you don't leave?" ”

Anya was relieved to hear D say this. D chuckled at her, looked at me, and said, "Bring something." This time we rode away. With that, he looked at the others, "You all have that thing with you." He gestured with his hand for a gun as he spoke, "Get ready." Wait for my message. ”

So D and I changed our clothes again, and we changed back to two tourists. I took the gun out of my night fishing bag and put it in a travel backpack, and I carried a USP pistol with me in my trouser pocket.

D and I left the hotel on a bicycle. On the way, the events of last night seemed to be quickly forgotten. The two of us first went around the same route we had taken last night. The fire at the travel agency has long been extinguished, but the travel agency is still sealed and someone is cleaning things inside. The bodies of those killed last night in the crossfire are long gone, and not only that, but the blood that should have been left on the ground is no longer visible.

"It seems that these people must hide this matter." D whispered as he rode the bike.

"Where are we going? Ready to go around the town? I asked.

"Pretty much. Always have to look everywhere. I always thought it was strange. D said as he looked around, "These people can act as if nothing happened in the blink of an eye, I can't, and our opponents can't be... Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

I turned my head to look at him strangely, and when I looked at him, he looked at me and smiled wryly and whispered, "It seems that they really didn't let this go so easily." After saying that, he whispered as he increased the speed of his step, "Follow me." Don't mess around. ”

I immediately withdrew my gaze and chased forward at the same speed. After rounding the street, D suddenly stopped at a turn. After stopping, he quickly said, "That old gentleman really seems to have a hand." ”

"What do you mean? What did you find? I asked quickly.

"Remember the two people who stayed in the hotel first?" D asked, paying attention to his surroundings.

"Yes. What's wrong? Didn't they get involved in last night's operation and then be beaten away by us? I asked.

"You see?" D immediately asked, "Did you see the faces of those men last night?" Everybody sees it clearly? ”

"This 。。。。。" I was really asked, not to mention that it was night, even if it was daytime, who still saw what the other party's face looked like during the firefight? Even if you aim at it, you won't aim at your face.

"You didn't see it clearly. That's what you just think. D said and thought for a moment, "And we didn't see them again when we got back to the inn?" ”

"Yes. I really didn't see it. I nodded.

"Huh. Before, outside the travel agency, there was a person with a camera who looked like one of the two. D said with a wry smile.

"Do you want to tell me ... Still some people here? I asked, "The people at Berlin?" ”

"Nope." D waved his hand, "If the old gentleman's shaking of the head at that old Murphy was intentional, I think it's more likely to be the Dune people here." ”

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(End of chapter)