The next half day passed without a panic. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info After the experiment is over, they will be off work and will come back tomorrow to extract the results of the experiment. By the time Peter had sorted out his bag, Gwen had already left. Peter bought a sandwich at the convenience store to satisfy his hunger, and then walked home slowly.

Now after exercising, his appetite has obviously increased a lot, and according to the previous appetite, it is not enough at all. Now Peter would often prepare a little more food and feed himself when he was hungry. And there is a fairly noticeable change in his body shape. The body, which was almost skinny, has a lot of muscles that look inconspicuous, but are quite strong.

When he got home, Peter finished his daily workout and then continued to catch up with his winter vacation homework. Except for those essays that he has not moved, he has completed most of the other assignments. If nothing else, it will be done next Thursday or Friday. When the clock struck nine o'clock, Peter lay down in his bed on time, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

There's more to do tonight.

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Two o'clock in the morning, Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children.

The security guard at the door directly gave Peter, who was wearing a mask, and looked at him with a strange look. As he walked into the weasel's bar, he was greeted by cheers, while almost as many people cheered him on.

Peter ignored them and sat down in front of the weasel.

"I haven't seen you in a while, do you have any quests to recommend to me?" Peter grabbed a glass of water and slipped a five-dollar bill into the weasel's tip cup. However, the weasel made a helpless look at Peter.

"It's been a week and a half since we last saw you, and we thought you wouldn't be back. Little Red Riding Hood, what you did last week really bothered me. Ivette is our man after all. ”

"First of all, I want to affirm that, first, I didn't know he was our man at first. Second, the guy raped his target's daughter. I'm just kicking one of his eggs, and that's a mercy. Peter didn't care. Besides, I remember the only safe place to be in this bar, right? It's not a small number of times to fight outside here because of personal grudges, right? I don't see you meddling either. ”

"The problem is that there is no personal vendetta between you. Just because what he does doesn't match your appetite, you nullify half of his part as a man. Few of the people here are completely clean, and they are naturally upset. ”

"But when I came in, I seemed to hear a little more cheers." Peter said unhurriedly.

"That's because that Ivit guy was raised by a son of a bitch!" The weasel smiled. "He doesn't have many friends here. And if you had a superhero as a colleague, you would be excited, wouldn't you? When you brag to others, you will also have more face. ”

Peter shrugged, and the weasel continued.

"I'm just reminding you. The black and white of this world is not so clear. If you can't tolerate the gray stuff, you'll find yourself with a lot more enemies. The weasel chuckled. I should be one of them. ”

"Don't worry, I'm in control." Peter said calmly. "Listening to your tone, there shouldn't be any new work for me?"

If there is still nothing he can accept, he will sit down again and leave. On average, he comes to the weasel once or twice a week, and most of the time he comes home empty-handed.

In the past two months, only five suitable tasks have been found, and the pay is not high, and Peter has only earned more than 4,000 dollars so far. This also means that the weasel's commission is pitifully small, but he is not in a hurry about this.

"When the time comes to give you a taste of the real sweetness, you will throw away all the useless rules in your head. In this world, money is the real power. The weasel had said so, and he was confident that Peter would go in the direction he had expected.

However, the weasel's reply this time was a little different.

"There's no real task, and that kind of completely clean work is rarely posted here, you know. But... I do have something here that I need your help with. You can think of this as a private commission. Of course, the remuneration will certainly not be less. ”

"Private commission? What do you need me to do? How much does it get paid? Moreover... Why did you leave this matter to me? Peter pondered for a moment, and then asked three questions in succession. Although he is still a pink newcomer, he already has a certain understanding of many things in this industry. There must be something strange about the weasel so carefully entrusting this private commission to himself.

"I must admit that to accomplish this task requires a certain... Talent. Unfortunately, my old fellows are pretty good at their day-to-day work. But they do not have the ability to accomplish this task. The weasel sighed a little and looked to the other side of the bar, where the orangutan he had fought with Peter had just knocked his opponent down with a punch, and was standing on a table hammering his chest, like a gorilla.

And he may be a little too excited, causing him to lose his balance. The entire table toppled to the floor, and the drinks from the visit spilled all over the floor. Unfortunately, the orangutan crashed into a pillar next to the table and fainted.

"Damn it, you bastards! Those things are going to be lost! The weasel symbolically roared in that direction, waved his hand, and then skillfully crossed the amount of money from the accounts of several people involved in the fight.

Peter was not distracted, his eyes were still fixed on the weasel. "Talent? What talent? You haven't answered my question yet, what is the specifics of your mission? ”

The weasel finally got serious. He glanced at the bar to make sure no one was paying attention to them before he stopped, and lowered his voice to explain to Peter.

"I'm going to start from the beginning, maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much, but this kind of thing will definitely not suffer if it can be determined in advance."

"Say what's important." Peter interrupted the weasel's tirade, but he was now a little curious about it.

"It all started five months ago." The weasel didn't care about being interrupted, and continued. "Five people are here, all with fresh faces. They ordered a batch of high-quality weapons and ammunition. Assault rifles, light stunter rifles, submachine guns, basically all of them are military grade. It's not a lot, but both the deposit and the subsequent settlement are paid in cash in a lump sum. It was a little strange, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. ”

"A month and a half later, however, they ordered another shipment of munitions, and that time they also carried some explosives. This time, I kept an eye out for a few other colleagues in New York. There is also a group of fresh faces who have each purchased a batch of weapons from them, all of which are military-grade equipment, and they are all paid for in cash at one time. I'm not a fool, they must be in the same group. ”

"Don't tease me, it's just a regular business, I don't believe you've been here for more than a decade and haven't sold arms of this scale." Peter under the mask let out a sneer. "And the intermediary shouldn't know too much, isn't that your mantra?"

"I have handled a lot of goods in the past ten years, and many of them are bigger orders than these." The weasel directly admitted this, "but there are not many organizations that have enough strength to buy so many weapons and not get into trouble." And they are often the leading forces in New York. This time is different. The person who buys is a complete stranger, and they disperse their purchases clearly because they don't want to attract attention. What worries me even more is that these weapons have not been used passively. ”

"They procured more than 100 guns, a lot of auxiliary equipment and enough ammunition to fight a small war. Five months have passed, and they have not used even a single bullet. There's no way they're going to buy a large sum of arms at a premium in New York and then sell it elsewhere at the risk of being discovered, right? The group was very patient and must have had some plan. ”

"And then you wonder what the hell this plan is." Peter took the weasel's words. The weasel nodded, and Peter fell into deep thought. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and it was a long time before he spoke again.

"So far, I don't see how I can get involved in this matter unless you can give me more information about them. But looking at the way you look now, you don't seem to have any dry goods in your hands. ”

The weasel nodded.

"That's true. That's right, I have very little information about them right now. I only noticed them after my last trade. Their numbers, identities, and strength are all blackened. So if you refuse this commission, I can fully understand it. ”

Speaking of which, the weasel glanced at Peter. But the mask blocked all of his exploratory gaze. "But we do have an opportunity to spy on them now. They placed another order with Martin the day before yesterday to pick it up the following Monday night. With your ability, keep up with them and get a little information, I don't think it will be too difficult, right? ”

Peter was lost in thought again, and began to weigh the pros and cons of the matter. And just then, the weasel dropped his own bombshell.

"If you're willing to take on this task, I can pay $10,000 in advance, and then you can get another $25,000 when it's done. If the information you're bringing back is really important enough, I might even consider adding something to it. ”

Hearing this, Peter's eyes, hidden under the mask, lit up. $35,000? This is half a year's salary of Uncle Ben, which is a small amount of money. You know, many of the most difficult red card missions will only pay you this amount.

"12,000 in advance, 30,000 dollars afterwards. I think it's fair for the price. Peter quickly suppressed his excitement and began to bargain. However, to his surprise, the weasel, who is usually as hairless as an iron rooster, seems quite generous.

"Deal!" He agreed to Peter's offer on the spot, and a smug smile appeared on his face.