Marcy placed the delicate machine on the table, carefully moving like putting down a bowl full of soup. Sir Upton was aware of the machine, which was a listening device only allowed to be used by government departments. However, the monitor was not listening to anyone's conversation, and Marcy turned it on to play a recording.

……

"Five million."

"Think beautifully. This is not just a souvenir, this was once the gun of the famous commander of the Sky Wolf Alliance, and even if the old man hung the battle medal all over the kitchen, it took a lot of effort to get it. It's worth at least 10 million. ”

"In that case, why would Childe want to sell it?"

"Then I don't need to ask, because I need money!"

"The son of Sir Epton's family will also be short of money to spend?"

"Mind our family's business. You just need to know that the old man is an old stubborn. ”

"Hey, got it. But when the time comes, the old man will find that the gun is gone......"

"I'll worry about that. Anyway, the raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice, and I can't really eat it if the old man can eat it. ”

"Childe, you're mistaken, we're not worried about you. We worry about ourselves. ”

"Are you afraid that the old man will find you?"

"The influence of a retired coalition general is terrifying, and even we don't have the confidence to be able to get out of his hands."

"So what do you want to do? Don't you dare to buy it? ”

"Of course not, but we can't afford this level of risk in vain. We ask for half the price. Million. ”

"No way, at most I will subtract you by a million."

"Six million."

"Eight hundred."

"Seven hundred."

"Seven hundred and five."

"Deal! We will inform you of the time and place separately, so be sure to prepare the goods at that time. ”

……

The recording ends with a burst of shrill laughter, enough to scare away a flock of prairie vultures that grew up eating wire and broken glass. Marcy turned off the recording before it finished laughing. Then she looked at Sir Epton, an old soldier whose face was more terrible than the laughter in the recording, enough to scare the steamed crab back to life, and then tap dance on the spot.

"Bunny!" The old knight scolded angrily, slapped his thigh hard, and made a sound like a sledgehammer smashing an iron ingot, "This damn rabbit cub! ”

"Uncle Ep, calm down first."

Marcy soothed Upton as she glanced at the position of his legs under Epton's robe. It is rumored that the old knight accidentally stepped on a landmine when he was on the alien battlefield, and his two thighs were blown off by Qi Gen. Now it seems that this rumor should be true.

"Magu," the old knight panted, sat up straight and took a deep breath, "Magu's gun, that is what I got with this old face with great difficulty, it is a priceless treasure that cannot be sold for no amount of money, this rabbit cub is actually 7.5 million yuan ......"

Thinking of his son being bargained by the other party just now, the old sir was even more angry, and his left nostril was bleeding.

"Carré was just stupid." Marcy spoke cautiously, her eyes squinting at the old sir, "I came to you in the hope that this matter can be resolved in the best possible way. ”

Marcy's counsel paid off. The old knight sighed deeply and sat down in the comfortable and luxurious sofa chair. He glanced up at Marcy.

Twenty-eight-year-old Marcy has charcoal-black silky shoulder-length short hair, a slightly dark complexion, as if she has just sunbathed at the seaside, and her sharp eyes reveal the calmness and ability of an eagle. She is a new detective at the Stuttgard Regional Police Headquarters, who has recently been transferred from the Ground City to Stuttgard.

Marcy, who had thought that she might live a lonely life without relatives for a long time in a strange city, soon discovered Sir Epton's family, who had moved here in the early years.

Sir Epton and Marcy's father are old acquaintances, and both were once young generals of the Civil and Wood Halo Alliance. It's just that Marcy's father was more lucky, and Marcy died on the battlefield when he was young. A vibrator smashed his freshly lit cigar before it bounced into his skull.

In addition, Marcy and Sir Upton's son are also a little related to each other, and the two used to be old classmates who sat at the front and back tables. And that's why Marcy is here today.

"Carré...... This stinky boy. Sir Upton's voice was old and sad, "I can't believe it, little Marcy, that he should be in contact with people on the black market to sell his father's treasured old guns." How dare he do that! ”

“……”

"I can't let him do that...... But I can't ruin him. Sir Epton wiped away his tears and looked at Marcy earnestly, "Can you help me, little Marcy?" ”

"That's what I'm here for, Uncle Ep." Marcy nodded solemnly, "The bureau is watching this matter, they want to catch the big fish that traded with Carré in the black market." When the time comes, I can tell them that I specially invited Uncle Carré and Uncle Ep when everything is over, and let Carré deliberately use the bait of his uncle's gun, so that Carré can get out very easily. But until then, Uncle Ep—don't let Carré find out you already know what he's doing. ”

"I understand." Sir Upton nodded heavily, then gratefully took Marcy's hand and patted the back of her hand, "Thank you, little Marcy. ”

Marcy smiled and nodded stiffly, but it didn't make Upton aware of her discomfort.

……

Leaving the second-floor room where he had met with Sir Upton, Marcy made his way up the stairs to the first-floor living room. A handsome man with burgundy hair was leaning against the wall and looking out at the courtyard when he heard the movement and turned his face away.

"You don't seem to be looking good." He whistled, in a flirtatious tone and with a cautious gaze.

"What do you think, Carré?" Marcy walked over to the coffee table, took a sip of water from her glass, and took a deep breath, "It's not a good thing to cheat on people, especially when I lie to my uncle...... And he thanked me like that. ”

"Hey, it's supposed to be me who feels bad." Carré walked over, sat down on the couch, picked up a piece of fruit and nibbled on it, "Now my dad treats me like a bad son. ”

"Because you're a bad son, Carré. I've checked your file in the bureau, and there are a lot of interesting records in it. Marcy smiled and turned her head to look at her old classmate, "But this time I really want to thank you for your willingness to help me with this, because neither the bureau nor Uncle Ep will support my plan, so I will make this decision." When this is over, I will personally make it clear to Uncle Ep, apologize to him, and thank you for helping me, and tell him that you really accepted my special request to use his gun as bait to help me catch that big fish in the black market. I know that if you don't help, Uncle Ep's character will never let me do this. ”

"He's very precious to his broken gun. And he is also worried about your safety, knowing that you have to discipline you if you handle the case single-handedly without the help of the bureau. His head was harder than a stone. ”

"Yes, I did."

Marcy nodded, exchanged a glance with Carré, and laughed at the same time. They didn't worry that the old knight upstairs would hear it, and the mansion was so well insulated that even if a bomb exploded outside the floor-to-ceiling window, it looked like a three-dimensional color silent film. Old Sir was an old man who liked to be quiet, and the architect who designed the mansion for him knew this very well.

"But then again," Carré suddenly thought of something, glancing at Marcy, "I haven't seen you in all these years, but you really haven't changed at all, and you're still so tough. You could have convinced the police to help you. ”

"I said it, but the director laughed at me." Marcy gritted her teeth in hatred, "That damn fat man, one day I'll slap his big nose flat with his desk." ”

“……”

Carré squinted at Marcy, the familiar aura of danger rushing over him, causing him to shrink to the side unconsciously. Whether it's true or not, this boy is sure of one thing, he is afraid that this woman who can slap an apple into an apple pie is even more afraid of his father. He used to be like that when he was in school, and he still is. But after all these years, he was barely able to keep his composure, at least on the surface. Grudging.