At this moment, even he suspected that the rest of his life was the one who engaged in intelligence.

Why does he know everything?

In comparison, I, an extremely professional intelligence worker, suddenly seemed not so professional.

"Ahem, seventy-three, it can't be any lower."

"I'm going to cooperate with you too."

"Give the corresponding resources, right?"

"And I'm a brain worker, that's my core value, right?"

"Brother, you should have pity on me."

"Do you know how difficult it has been for me in the past few years since I got out of Sin City?"

"I... I can't even remember..."

Saying that, the boss actually cried directly, his eyes were ruddy, and he looked very pitiful.

It's just that when he saw the damn calm face of the rest of his life, the cry was silently retracted.

In front of this brute, it is useless.

"Eighty-two."

"Deal!"

The moment Yu Sheng's voice fell, he nodded in agreement almost without hesitation.

And happily stood up and walked to the bar.

took out a very cheap transparent plastic bag, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, stuffed them into a delicate small jar, and walked back with a smile on his face.

"Brother, try it!"

"Ancient tree tea picked in the first spring!"

"This is what I press at the bottom of the box, and I usually don't want to!"

As he spoke, he boiled water himself, and it seemed that he was ready to do a big job.

The rest of his life was silent.

After a while, he turned his head and pointed to a tea shop opposite the store: "You went out at 9:38 this morning to buy, a pound of loose tea leaves, the boss asked for 30, you bargained to 18, and asked for two cups." ”

"Wow, so you're here in the morning!"

"And spying on me!"

"I'm so shy."

What is rare is that he does not have any shame on his face, but is still leisurely making tea: "What we drink is not tea, it is life, perception, and the meaning of survival." ”

"If you pay too much attention to the tea itself, you will fall behind!"

"That's not right!"

"Here, taste."

"As long as you feel that he is expensive in your heart, then he is naturally unique."

Listening to these shameless words, I didn't know what to say for the rest of my life.

"Okay, let's get down to business!"

"They really underestimate how keen my sense of smell is for a good intelligence worker."

"Although the conversation was brief, there was a lot of information in it."

"First of all, there will definitely be a big move in the near future."

"Second, the cult has very little foundation at present, and it will be active in the next two months."

"Of course, the number of two months was said by the soul hunter."

"In other words, the action cycle of soul hunting is two months."

Seeing that he didn't mean to drink tea for the rest of his life, he took a sip of himself and closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

"Is it bitter?"

Yu Sheng asked after a few seconds of silence.

The boss nodded subconsciously: "Bitter." ”

"Let's focus on the key points, okay?"

"Let's diverge our minds and think about it seriously, what can the soul hunter do in two months?"

"Recently, the four major levels of the human race have been quite peaceful!"

"The Freshman Contest is over."

"So at this time, it is not a good choice to hunt souls, after all, this is now the most idle stage of the ink pavilion, and if you are not careful, you will lose a lot."

"That's the key to what I've been thinking about."

The boss frowned slightly and put the teacup down.

Obviously, he had been thinking about this for several days, and there was no answer.

The rest of his life also did not speak.

The teahouse became a little quiet for a while.

About a minute later.

Yu Sheng seemed to think of something: "I probably know what they want." ”

"What's that?"

The boss asked subconsciously, and then saw Yu Sheng's slightly inquiring eyes.

"Is this what you're worth?"

The boss blushed a little and coughed embarrassedly: "Aren't I also thinking?" ”

"At least you say I'm not sensitive to smell!"

"Tell me, what do they want?"

He asked eagerly.

At this moment, he was even embarrassed to mention his professional and extensive source of information.

I always feel that I know more than he knows for the rest of my life.

"Goodbye."

Seeing this guy's shameless appearance, Yu Sheng got up silently: "Reimburse me for the fare when I came, and have a chance to cooperate again." ”

"How many dollars can you have for the fare, a small problem."

"Please, tell me, or I'll go crazy."

The boss blocked the door with a dead face, but took the initiative to avoid touching the skin of the rest of his life: "Unless you kill..."

"The fare is 1.32 million."

"Newly bought."

"The only possibility for us to cooperate at the moment is to send you to the ink pavilion and share the bounty."

For the rest of his life, he carried the long sword in one hand and spoke calmly.

“？？？”

"The fare you refer to, this is the ???"

"Okay, I can give!"

"But I can't tolerate information in this world that I don't know!"

"I owe you a favor, let's continue!"

The boss gritted his teeth, and finally said with a painful face.

Yu Sheng groaned for a few seconds, and finally returned to his seat.

Under this sunset, the two of them started a new communication again, but this time the extralegal fanatic was obviously much more serious, and occupied a dominant position, during which he spoke frequently.

And the rest of his life listened calmly.

It wasn't until dark that Yu Sheng walked out of the teahouse, which still had a soft opening sign, and disappeared into the street.

The outlaw fanatics were still sitting in their chairs, their fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"The high-end intelligence he was exposed to... That's a lot. ”

"It seems that I am also going to develop in this direction, but I didn't expect that the number one intelligence dealer in my crime city would suffer a loss in intelligence..."

The outlaw maniac smiled self-deprecatingly, took a deep breath, slowly got up, closed the roller shutter door, and also faded away from the dimly lit street.

(PS: Please pay attention to the author's account, the three winds are chasing too tightly, and the sense of oppression is full!! I still want to kill Sanjiu, what should I do! If I can't kill him online, I'll do it offline! Rush again, whoop! ）