Chapter 1627: Transformation in the Battle (32)

Half an hour later, in the heart of Cairo, Egypt, in a slightly shady bar.

"Hmmm, it's you—" The shopkeeper looked at Bediville as he walked in, and felt that the werewolf youth was a little familiar. Familiarity was of course, as Bediwell had been here before looking for work - after all, it was one of the branches of the Bounty Hunters.

"How about you bring me a glass of barley stout, as you did before?" said Beddyville, sitting down at the bar, "and we'll talk about business later." ＂

"Yes. The deposit you paid last time is still there. The shopkeeper looked around the store—in fact, there were almost no people in the bar at this time—before he whispered, "What kind of job are you looking for this time?"

"No, I'm here to recruit someone this time. Bediwell then said, "I have a ...... Belch...... The excavation work is done with the help of two or three people. They must be people of good shape, and preferably those who are well-mouthed enough to keep secrets. ＂

"Oh, is that [digging]? I see. The boss didn't delve too much into Bediwell's work, but smiled mysteriously, thinking he knew a lot.

Bediwell wanted to laugh, but he didn't. Anyway, let's find someone to help now, and worry about other things later.

"Hmph, I just have a few people here who meet your requirements, and you can call them for an interview with just one phone call. Are you going to meet them directly, or do you want to see what is going on in the observation room?"

"Do you still have an observation room here?" said Bediwell, smiling. If memory serves, the last time he brought Elaine and the others over to look for the work desk, he had just registered his work information, and soon someone from the Muhammad merchant group came to look for them. It is estimated that the people of the merchant group also hid in the observation room and kept looking at Bediville and them, and they felt that the candidate met the requirements before showing their faces.

Let's take a closer look in the observation room. Otherwise, if the candidate is someone related to the Round Table Trial, things will be messed up.

Bediwell nodded to the boss, "Okay, take me to the observation room." I'll start by looking at whether the candidate meets the requirements. ＂

"Follow me. As before, the tavernkeeper opened the small door of the counter and motioned for Bediwell to follow him. His figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the backstage hallway.

Without saying a word, Bediwell crossed the wine stand, and the figure disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.

The boss led Bediville downstairs, walked up a staircase of thirty or so steps, and immediately entered a small room similar to an underground intelligence station. In the dim light were rows and rows of benches, and the walls were plastered with posters of all kinds of wanted criminals. The tavern owner sat at the counter at the end of the room, using an old computer to send and receive information.

"Well, this is the Bounty Hunter's Intelligence Station—" Bediville had been here before, of course, so he couldn't help but complain.

"That's right, here it is, and next to it is—" The boss pushed open the hidden door on the other side. A cubicle that was much more luxuriously decorated than the next room and had a much darker atmosphere immediately appeared in front of Bediwell. The wall on one side of the compartment actually made it possible to see everything in the intelligence room on the other side, and the intelligence room looked like an ordinary wall. Is this the legendary magic wall used for surveillance? But what exactly is the principle......

"You just hide here and look through the magic wall at the candidates coming across from you. "The boss said that there is a button next to this sofa, and if you think the candidate meets your requirements, press the green button, otherwise press the red one. Once you've selected candidates, press the white button at the end and I'll arrange for them to meet with you.

"Good. Bediwell then went into the cubicle and closed the secret door. The boss also walked into the intelligence station, operated a few times on the computer on the side, found the right person from the form, called and contacted, and asked them to show up.

In fact, in this process, Bediwell couldn't help but wonder if the people found by this bounty hunter organization were reliable, after all, Bediville also came directly to apply for a job last time, and they were hired immediately. With such a non-rigorous organization, it is just conceivable what kind of quality the people are found. But now Bediwell sat in the observation room and watched it all, and found that things were not as bad as he had imagined. After all, employers can look at everything clearly and decide whether to hire them or not. There are a lot of people in the world who have to see it with their own eyes to determine if it's worth believing. Since I have seen it and believed it, it has nothing to do with the other party's qualifications, origin, and prestige.

About five minutes later, an applicant came, and the boss was really quick enough to do things, so he called three applicants directly. While Bediwell was still wondering how to press a button to distinguish between candidates, the boss was already tapping on the computer, transferring the list of personnel to the monitor at the end of Bediwell's room.

I see. Bediwell looked at the list and compared it with the appearance of the person who had come to apply. All three of these candidates are natives of Egypt, and they are all physically fit enough to help with a lot of manual work. And those who are from the military, mercenaries, and even special forces. But whether these people's mouths are strong or not is a matter of great difficulty......

Then more applicants came, and the old man asked the first three candidates to wait outside the intelligence room, and the other three new applicants to enter the intelligence room, so that Bediwell, who was hiding in the observation room, could see what was going on.

The second group of people startled Bediwell. It should be said that one of those people startled Bediwell. Because the man Bediwell had seen, and it was yesterday evening.

There stood giggling guys...... Isn't that the guard that Bediwell let go of the institute yesterday?!

The name of the guy, Bediwell couldn't remember clearly. It's like it's called Lauren...... Something. Bediwell then looked down at the screen. That's right, it's called Lawrence.

So this kid was released from the institute by Bedeville yesterday, and immediately lost his job, ran over to work as a bounty hunter, and then was met by Bedeville, who needed to hire manpower. It's a bad relationship.

Compared to the other applicants, Mr. Lawrence's background was relatively inferior. Born in a commoner, and also born in a slum, both parents died, as if there was a younger brother who had not been in contact for many years. He has been working as a security guard in various large and medium-sized enterprises, but Egypt's economy has been very sluggish in recent years, and the frequency of various business closures is also very high, so this guy worked in five or six enterprises for a while before being laid off, and his last job was as a guard in the dock warehouse of the Muhammad merchant group.

Whew, dock warehouse—Bediwell couldn't help but laugh contemptuously at this. He didn't think much about it before he pressed the green button.

After about ten minutes, the three batches of ten applicants brought by the boss were all seen by Bediwell, and the werewolf also selected three of them.

The boss then told the other applicants to go back, leaving only the three of them waiting in the room, and he walked out of the room and ran to the cubicle where Bediville was, and when he saw the werewolf youth, he said with interest: "Have you chosen all the good people? ＂

"Isn't it special?" Bediwell smiled indifferently, and it was only then that he realized that this compartment should be soundproofed, which is why the boss spoke to Bediwell so unscrupulously.

"Every single one of the people I've found is a veteran bounty hunter, and I can assure you that every single one of them keeps it a secret. But instead of choosing professionals who are born as mercenaries or soldiers, you tend to choose people who are from civilian backgrounds and have average combat effectiveness? ＂

"Oh, I assure you, I'm really just picking someone to help dig up a landslide site, so I'm not focusing on combat effectiveness at all. Bediwell laughed even more comfunciously. So the boss really thinks that Bediville is coming to hire someone and is planning to do something illegal?

"Hmph...... All right. But that still doesn't make sense. The three people you hired were not the strongest of the people in this interview. You should have a better choice. ＂

"I assure you, my choice is the best choice. Bediwell didn't bother to explain why, but assured.

Actually, the reason is very simple. The three helpers that Bediwell hired this time, except for Lawrence, the other two were also from poor backgrounds and had worked as security guards in various enterprises.

People from civilian backgrounds have low education, little knowledge, and no intersection with the upper class, and this kind of person knows how to keep secrets best. Because the more humble the background, the more afraid of things, the more dare not say things that should not be said, so as not to get into trouble. The Mohammed Merchant Order must have hired a minor figure like Lawrence as a security guard at an underground research institute in the first place, for the same reason.

Moreover, Bediwell did want to find an opportunity to speak with Mr. Lawrence again and ask for more information about the Muhammad merchant group. Lawrence was one of the first guards to reach the top floor to seal the dangerous test subjects after the alarm sounded, and perhaps he was in a position in the merchant group and knew a lot of important information about the Muhammad merchant group. And Bediwell wants to get all this information, and see what the merchant group wants to do with so many underground experiments.

Seeing that Bediwell let him go, Lawrence should have at least told Bediwell something. And, if necessary, Bediwell could even secretly imprison Lawrence to extract a confession, and even use drugs to make him speak, until the guy spat out everything he knew about the Muhammad Merchants.

But that's for later, for now, let's focus on getting Soral out for now.