"I ...... I ......" The man's words were a little hesitant, but he finally nodded in Agnes' gaze.

It was a coincidence, and Agnes rubbed the purple gem of the bracelet on her left wrist, and the smile on her face deepened.

"Tell me what kind of person Antoine Gardner is." Agnes grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him up, pressed him to the wooden box on the side, and even helped the man pat the dust off his clothes like an old friend.

The man's expression was a little frightened, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"What's going on? Sir, you seem a little nervous, do you need me to help you relax? Agnes' smile deepened, and the malice in it was undisguised.

The man was a little trembling, and hurriedly said, "I...... I don't know him well. ”

"Oh, aren't you all Brotherhood of Ster?" Agnes asked, looking puzzled, and she reached out and grabbed the man's hair, letting the man's eyes turn to her.

The man said with a sad face: "I'm just a peripheral member, he is a core member, and I haven't even spoken to him." ”

"I see, no wonder." Agnes nodded exaggeratedly and let go of her hand gripping the man's hair.

"Of course, someone like you can only be a peripheral member, like Antoine Gardner."

"Even if he kills someone and fails to deal with the beginning and end, he is found out by the strips and noticed, as long as he escapes to Art Street, the Brothers will naturally shelter him, unlike you, ......"

Agnes clearly saw a little unwillingness on the man's face, and a slight sneer appeared in her heart.

"Looking at the skillful way you hold your head in front of you, it's not the first time that you've been dragged down the alley and beaten for a failed theft. You're also a member of the Brotherhood of Ster, have they been in charge? ”

"No, it's not like that......"

The man's mouth opened to try to retort something, but Agnes interrupted him with a maliciously slow smile at the man.

"Don't look at me like that, think back to yourself."

"Don't talk about the past, just look at today. I'm dragging you into the alley, and there should be a lot of people in it, and there should be quite a few members of the Brotherhood of Sturt. Has anyone taken care of you for so long? Agnes asked with a grin.

The man bowed his head and did not speak.

"Admit it, you're just a dispensable guy." Agnes stared at the man's reddening eyes, and her smile widened.

The man clenched his fists, his eyes gradually turning scarlet, and finally looked up at Agnes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "This young lady, you have been telling me this all this here, do you want me to do something?" ”

"Come to think of it, you've been stirring up trouble between me and the Brotherhood, trying to make me betray the Brotherhood? What value do I have to you? News about the Brotherhood? ”

"Yo, there's still some brains," said Agnes, smiling more and more, standing up, looking down at the man, "It's a pity that the brains are not good enough." ”

"You are of no value to me," Agnes tried to stand up and retort after seeing the man hear this, and directly grinned and grabbed the man's neck, saying: "You are just a peripheral member, what useful news can I get from you?" ”

"Even if I kill you here, it's not as useful as killing a chicken. At the very least, killing a chicken will bring me a delicious dinner, and what can you bring me? Agnes asked, staring into the man's eyes.

The feeling of suffocation made the man panic gradually, and he tried to break the palm of Agnes' hand that was holding his neck, but Agnes looked as weak as a baby under the strength of the potion.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to say something, but could only moan meaninglessly because of the oppressed thyroid cartilage.

Agnes smiled and asked, "What do you seem to want to say?" ”

She didn't let go of her hand, just stared at the man with interest. The man's eyes were filled with fear and despair, and Agnes could clearly feel that her long-stagnant potion digestion was beginning to improve.

"Why don't you speak?" Agnes asked with some malice.

The man's face turned red, and his hands grasped Agnes's palms weakly, and his eyes rolled slightly.

"Oh, I forgot, it's a little difficult for you to speak in this position."

Agnes let go of her hand, and the man coughed as he clutched his throat, and he looked at Agnes in horror, his palms propped up and retreated towards the base of the wall.

"Hey, don't you want to say something?" Agnes leaned down and asked, confused.

"So, I was wrong." Agnes looked thoughtful and held out her hand to the man.

"No, no, I have something to say!" The man screamed in horror.

Agnes smiled and withdrew her hand and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

"Ma'am, you're looking for Antoine Gardner, right?" The man raised his hands and said, "You know where he lives." ”

"Oh, you don't know him well, how do you know where he lives?" Agnes narrowed her eyes and asked with some suspicion.

"He's one of those people you can't mess with on Art Street, we all know that!" The man hurriedly spoke.

"Really? Lead the way, I happen to have business to talk to him. Agnes squinted her eyes and smiled.

......

Agnes followed the man to a house that looked a little shabby.

The man explained to Agnes with some doggedness: "It's like this on Aat Street, this is originally a loser's neighborhood, there are many empty houses, you can't find the original owner, you don't need to pay rent. Every day new people come, and every day new people leave or die......"

"That's right." Agnes said perfunctorily, and the man subconsciously closed his mouth and didn't say anything more.

The man walked to the door, raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but heard some noise behind him, he subconsciously turned around, saw that Agnes had already installed a silencer on the pistol at some point, walked forward quickly, raised the muzzle of the gun with a calm expression, hit the door lock with a "bang", reached out and pushed the door open, and walked into the house.

The man subconsciously froze, standing still and not daring to move.

The man sitting on the sofa in the house subconsciously stood up and reached under his coat at the same time.

With a slight smile, Agnes raised her gun and fired a shot at Antoine Gardner's forearm, which was reaching under his coat.

The bullet pierced Antoine Gardner's sleeve, grazed his arm, and slipped into the couch.

Antoine Gardner's hand froze instantly, and he slowly raised his hands, his face pale and ugly.

"Don't, don't be impulsive......"