.

"Just let me make a phone call."

In fact, when he said this, Tabilon was a little apprehensive, because although he had only been here for a short time, he also knew a little bit about the style of tithes. This is an absolutely—absolutely professional professional, and in the presence of strangers from her own side of the world, she has secretly controlled the house, the clinic's communication facilities, and the communication itself to an outrageous degree. Even the landlords, Mr. Dom and Miss Hugh, were affected, at least Tagyron never saw them using any communication devices in front of him, nor did he reveal any traces of communication with anyone.

Although it made Tagyron a little speechless and a little crying and laughing, he still had to sigh that there was really nothing wrong with Tilo's approach - it was simply flawless, and it should be done. If all people in the Dark Heavens could be as serious and cautious as Miss Shilo...... No, even if there is only half seriousness and caution, one more seat can be filled above the empty court.

But that's no longer the case. After this little farce of Jaime, the distance between himself and Tithes is finally a lot closer, although it is still far from the level of mutual trust, and it is even more incomparable with the other party and Detective Eddard, but at least it is no longer just a relationship between a semi-underground doctor and a black patient. And the reason for what he was going to do next was the other party's initiative to ask for hidden possible help, and he felt that it was not too much to compromise with himself a little bit.

And just as he expected, after almost no pause and thought, Shi Luo took out an ordinary model mobile phone that was only half the size of a palm and threw it at him.

Tagilon in the wheelchair hurriedly reached out with both hands to catch it, and the bottle fell to the side. But of course, he didn't bother with it, but took the small mobile phone given to him by Shilo in his hand, and looked at it over and over again with a little confusion. Finally, his brow moved, and he looked up at the tithe.

"James'?"

"If you want, just keep it when you're done." Tia raised his chin casually without emotion, "I think you might be of some other use." ”

“…… Yes, indeed. The corners of Tabillon's mouth moved, and his eyes lowered inexplicably, as if to hide something, but the action itself did not avoid tithes. And when he looked up again, he was already smiling awkwardly.

"It's a little rude, but I want to ask at the end - who are you, Miss Shilo?" Or rather...... What exactly do you do? At the end, Tagyron added thoughtfully, "Of course, if you really don't want to say it, you can leave it alone, just because I didn't ask." ”

“……”

Shilo looked at Tabilon with calm and cold eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly—yes, although the arc smiled negligibly, she did smile a little, and she didn't hide it at all.

And looking at her smile, Tabilon felt stiff and almost couldn't see through.

"You really want to know?"

“……”

"I won't tell you." Tia Luo retracted the upturned corners of his mouth and gestured a finger to Tabillon's lips, "It's a trade secret." ”

Trade secrets – that's true. In fact, this is a guarantee shared by all the killers under the command of the Black Table Organization, an invisible but well-known rule. Originally, it stands to reason that an existence like Tilo, who once stood at the top of Stuttgar's killer circle, should not become so obscure, even if he has been washing his hands for a long time. But in fact, her fame has not diminished at all, and those who know her name have never forgotten her, and those who do not know her name have never known her.

The vast majority of the people in the Stuttgarish underworld, represented by Tagyron, belong to the latter who have "never heard of tithes". The identity of the top killer of Tilo is only known to the relevant departments of the "Black Table" organization, the only killer world integrator in Stuttgar, and the dark world boss players of the level of Albert, outsiders have no idea what the true identity of the killer they hire is, but the killer who publishes the task through the big platform of the black table and docks the task puts forward the attached level requirements, as for who the specific person is, what is the process and method of him or her or it to complete the task, it is not up to the employer to intervene and interfere. Unless otherwise requested at the outset.

Similarly, the killer who takes the task doesn't care much about who his employer is and what his motivation is for posting the task, they will only relate to their mission goals and requirements, and they will take it when they think they can, and they will skip it and let others take it if they can't. And even more than that, except for some special circumstances, the killers don't know who each other's true identities are, maybe someone who passed by yesterday or today is their colleague.

This is the first layer of protection that the Black Table has for the killers in Stuttgar - to make everyone who works in this dark profession an island, isolated from all unnecessary interactions, and just exist on the platform with code names and data.

Therefore, although Tilo is a legendary and vicious "rabid dog" in the killer world, let alone Tagyron, unless the Black Table Organization or Albert's giants, even other killers who are also secret staff members of the Black Table are here, and if Tilo does not take the initiative to say it, he will not be able to recognize who she really is.

The mysterious existence is not mysterious at all under this sinful starry sky, there are too many possibilities. Ed was able to determine the identity of Tilo because Albert told him personally. After all, this involves the most fundamental secret rules of the Stuttgar killer world, and generally there is no way to penetrate this shell unless the killer himself actively identifies himself, not even an owl. It was a pact between them and the Black Table.

At most, it can only involve a code name, and cannot give a name directly. Otherwise...... The next commission on the black table will be a pile of blood-stained feathers.

Even before, Shilo had never told anyone about his identity, and he had not let his friends in this world know about his work and occupation in his other world. And as soon as there is any sign that she may be exposed, she will immediately disappear and appear in another inconspicuous corner of the city in another inconspicuous identity, starting another inconspicuous ordinary life.

She had no reason—and no need to bother with unrelated people about who she really was. She saw everything very clearly.

Perhaps having understood what Tithero was hiding, Tabilon stopped dwelling on the issues that made him so unusually concerned and instead began to focus on the new work he was now able to do. He dialed a number from Jaime's cell phone.

A few minutes later, the tithes left the clinic. The only person left in the house was Tagbillon, who was in a wheelchair.

And the old gangster, who seemed to be unable to do anything for the time being, stared at the disappearing shadow outside the window, and silently played with the small mobile phone in his hand. Then, a playful smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

Don Saran frowned and listened quietly to the end of the phone as he finished speaking. This process is not long, because the other party speaks very quickly, as if it is hard squeezed out time, and the time that is barely squeezed out like a man's cleavage.

"I see...... So you're rushing to El Dorado right now? ”

"Safatina said it was noon, but since Lord Albert was involved, she couldn't be too careful. I'd like to see what she's doing on the El Dorado. ”

“…… Don't underestimate that girl, brother. Don Saram lowered his voice warningly, his tone serious and reminiscent of a blackened pool, "Whether you want to admit it or not, I think we're already in her pace, and I suspect that we may have been in her game from beginning to end, following the script she had arranged, and everyone - including the men of her own family was just actors in her script. And now, she's about to come to the last show. ”

"Unless we can tear the last page of her script." Donfrie didn't refute his sister this time, but he was still cold and a little crazy, "I don't know who the final winner is!" ”

"I'll take care of the operation here." Don Salan took a deep breath, and he also felt that they had no way back, and there was a hint of toughness similar to that of Donfrey in his words, which was the determination to let go, "I'll do everything in my power to keep that thing here." ”

Whatever that is, as long as Donfly's inference is correct, and it is the key to Shafatina's move to move Albert to end the war with the Bablore gangsters, then with it in their hands, the Donfried family will undoubtedly regain the initiative and see the dawn of victory.

With Safatina and Albert on the horizon, Don Frie was rightfully Alexander, and Don Saram was even more overwhelmed and out of breath. It's what she's responsible for.

Don Fri finally admonished a few corpses and ended the call. Don Salan, on the other hand, put down his phone and looked through the window at the intersection below.

Eddard, who had temporarily recovered a lot of combat strength, played a huge role, and he stopped the Thunder Whip Girl who was obviously not a simple character by himself, although the other party's whip and flying knife were a bit terrifying in any way, but he still temporarily blocked the other party in place and did not let her take a step forward. But then he couldn't care about others, so he let the two helmet brothers and some other gun-wielding guys chase Jitter into the building, and a few others were entangled with the old police detective Duroc on the other side.

Don Salan looked at all this with a cold face and silence.