Hearing Agnes's words, the faces of several people in the room couldn't help but turn dark, and Bernie clenched his fists.

"Miss, I don't think this is in line with the etiquette of meeting others." The person on the other side said, and Agnes followed her gaze to the speaker.

Mr. Wild, who had a bounty of 310 gold liso, Agnes showed a surprised expression and said, "Is that so? The members of the gang also meet people through an intermediary first, hand their business cards to the other party's servants, and then determine the time of the visit? I thought you weren't doing that, you were kidnapping people. ”

Wilde couldn't help but pat the armrest of the chair, but the words in his mouth were choked in his chest. Eventually, it was Bernie who said, "I don't think it has anything to do with who we are, but rather with whether or not we're friends." ”

His eyes were fixed on Agnes, and several members of the team next to him looked at Bernie in surprise.

Agnes couldn't help frowning, and she said directly, "It turns out that Mr. Bernie sent people to hunt me down because he never regarded me as a friend." ”

"It's really sad." Agnes sighed exaggeratedly.

Without warning, her hand stroking her neck struck on the back of Linde's head, and Linde's body instantly collapsed on the seat.

Several guns against Agnes pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and Agnes's hand holding her shoulder also quickly pulled Linde's body in front of her, and several blood holes appeared on Linde's body, and blood gushed out from it.

"Mr. Lind was really unlucky, he was shot so badly by his own companion, but fortunately I knocked him unconscious in advance, so that he did not have to be conscious and suffer such pain." Agnes said with a smile.

Several people were so angry that their breathing became heavy, and they pressed the trigger tightly but didn't dare to use force.

"Fortunately, these shots are not fatal," Agnes sighed, her fingers propped open the wound on Linde's arm where she was shot, and pulled out the bullet casings inside, and blood flowed down Agnes's bent knuckles, "I just don't know if poor Mr. Linde can hold up a few more shots." ”

"Are you still going to shoot?" Agnes asked with a grin.

"It's annoying, why are you shooting?" Agnes carefully put Lind back in her chair, looked up and sighed in distress.

"He's worth 280 gold."

As she spoke, Agnes had already raised her hand to pull out the gun at her waist, pulling the trigger and hitting the hand of one of the guards holding the gun.

Several others subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Agnes's figure vanished there, and several bullets hit the painting hanging on the wall, leaving a black hole.

Her figure appeared in front of the remaining people, and a huge force came from the hand that Agnes had hit them, and they had difficulty holding the gun in their hands, and the pistol flew towards the ceiling, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle of the pistol that had been touched by mistake, leaving black marks on the ceiling.

"So, you'd better not have guns." Agnes stopped beside the last guard, reached out and patted the guard on the shoulder as she looked good, and said with a smile.

"You're going to kill all of us alone?" Bernie reacted quickly, asking in a low voice.

"Mr. Bernie, you misunderstood me." Agnes said with a grin.

"I was very sincere in bringing my client to you, and you see, I didn't take the initiative to bleed your members."

"Are you fools when we are? Linde is over there......"

"Obviously, Linde was injured by you." Agnes said with an aggrieved expression.

Bernie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is the person who wants to see me?" ”

Agnes smiled and took a step forward, the expressions on their faces froze almost at the same time, and the muscles of her whole body were almost on alert.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, I didn't do anything." Agnes said with a grin, raising an eyebrow.

"Mr. Bernie is ready to see you," Agnes shouted as she stood still, raised her voice slightly, thought for a moment, and added, "Remember to bring Mr. Lunn with you." ”

"What did you do to Lunne?" Wilder stood up angrily, as if he wanted to rush up, but was pressed back by the person next to him, there was no bounty on this person, but Agnes recognized the other party, this was Bernie's assistant Lovell.

"I didn't do anything." Agnes said with an innocent look on her face, her gaze swept over the room one by one, and retracted them as their faces became more and more unsightly.

"It's just that your Mr. Lunn is too weak, and I will give him a good health."

Wild roared, but was clutched by Lovell.

Agnes looked thoughtfully at Wilde and Ravel who was holding him next to her, judging the relationship between the other party and Lenn and waiting for Vicente's arrival.

......

Vicente dragged Lunn inside, and Wild's newly calm state roared again at the sight of Lunn, who looked extremely weak.

Agnes ignored him, and walked towards the two men in the doorway, kicking the gun that had fallen to the ground a little farther along the way, and crouching down to carry Lunn on her shoulder.

"I've finally met Mr. Bernie, but Mr. Bernie shouldn't be in a particularly good mood," Agnes said, standing up and smiling, "I wonder if he'll be willing to answer the questions you want to ask." ”

Vicente looked at the scene in the room and stopped talking, but finally just held back a sentence: "Good afternoon, Mr. Bernie." ”

"I don't think I'm very good, sir." Bernie snorted coldly and said in a mocking tone.

Vicente swept over the other members of the room with a somewhat tangled expression, and Agnes said with a smile, "You want to talk to Mr. Bernie alone?" Earlier, I could definitely create the perfect environment for you to meet alone. ”

Vicente ignored Agnes's words, but bowed to his chest before asking Bernie, "Mr. Bernie, I'm sorry that I didn't have a very pleasant experience meeting with you, I just want to ask you one thing today. ”

"Why did you entertain the captain of the Silver Rose at the Wolff's restaurant on the night of the 11th?"

Bernie raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "I don't remember my ......"

Ralph stood up instantly, interrupted Bernie's words, stared at Vicente and asked, "Are you investigating?" This gentleman, I remember you were a detective? ”

Agnes couldn't help but frown, her eyes locked on Raffle's body.