Chapter 72 Covert Operations

After leaving Gronje, Clayton immediately walked back.

It was already early in the morning, the sky was turning white, and his family was empty.

Bruno has already left with the developed photos.

Judging from the concentration of the lingering odor, this may have happened within half an hour.

Clayton checked the door lock of the study. He had locked the door before leaving to prevent Bruno's curiosity.

There were no traces left on the door lock, and nothing else was missing. He was relieved.

Then he saw the developer splashing on the ground, and he couldn't feel happy again.

Without changing his clothes for going out, Clayton went to the study and picked up the snakewood cane and sword he had brought to Pulitzer's house before, preparing to go out again.

He still had some things to figure out.

The apparent reason why Bruno came to his house was that he was addicted to the occult and wanted to communicate more about divination with Julius, and also develop the photos along the way.

The nightingale who entered the room before came out, holding a camera smaller than the smallest model sold on the market. He took a closer look at the photos on the table. Every few seconds, the spotlight turned on, taking in all the photos.

The person's face turned pale, but he didn't make any sound.

The intelligence officer looked up and examined Bruno: "Do you think he will be willing to join us?"

The streets here are dirty, the street lights are broken, and no police officer is willing to patrol here.

But in recent years, his bad habit of drinking has gradually made him lose this advantage. He is prone to joint pain when encountering cold weather, especially in this season.

One of the people whose name cannot be named was the first to look through the photos, then passed them to another person and walked into the room himself.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but sigh at the lacquered wood door panel, feeling that his life recently was really busier than work.

Royal Intelligence Department, that's the name of their agency.

Bruno found a chair and sat in front of him. After hearing what the other party meant, he asked: "What's the problem? You didn't say that I have to do this alone. This situation is special. Without an assistant, I can't do it for a week."

I can’t tell. Before the investigation is completed, those dancers might come back.”

Although no one appears in the photo, some traces are obviously not made by Bruno.

Bruno was carrying a bag containing photos and looking around cautiously on the dark streets. He brought a dagger, but this did not bring him much confidence.

Unless coming to St. Mored Parish is a time-saving and efficient choice for Bruno's work.

While watching, the detective took out the developed photos from his pocket and scattered them on the table. They were immediately attracted to them.

Here, the air is moist, cold and sticky, penetrating into collars and sleeves and climbing wantonly on people's skin.

The lieutenant went outside, put his cane under his arm, and locked the door of the house.

And the detective's current job is related to the Broken Wing Angel Club, so Clayton has to think more.

Bruno held his hands on his knees and recalled: "I am happy because I have always felt that those things exist, and its appearance proves that I am right."

Bruno has always been a person who is responsible for his work, but his health is not good. After retiring, he drank alcohol and took sedatives for a long time, making him more unresponsive than before and suffering from drowsiness.

"Not only are you not late, you are also two days earlier than we expected. But this is not safe enough." The person who was checking the photos said, while he was talking, he looked at the photos seriously.

Bruno thought for a moment: "He is not short of money, but I can help you ask."

He heard that in the Royal City, the Queen had established a new security agency called the "Royal Police" to manage Asia and Singapore. Together with the Royal Guards in service, a total of 30,000 armed men were defending the Royal City. However, even so, vicious injuries were

Events are still reaching four digits every year, and they are not barely breaking through four digits.

Members of the Intelligence Department declined to comment: "Who else was involved in this investigation?"

And the detectives themselves are ordinary people, and ordinary people are not so energetic at night.

The security force of Sasha City is a drop in the bucket compared to its huge population, and many areas cannot be governed.

Clayton thought this behavior was ridiculous.

"Forget it then." The nightingale simply ended the topic.

In addition to the person who opened the door for him, there were two people sitting in the hall. On the table in the middle were playing cards and wine bottles. These three people were all pure Dornish-style blond hair, with unremarkable looks, and seemed to be disguised. At the same time,

The body posture gives people a lean and capable feeling.

Bruno smiled at Nightingale's reminder, gathered the photos on the table and put them in his bag, and then left as quietly as he came.

"A friend of mine is also a loyal warrior of the kingdom."

He originally thought that Clayton had also become a subordinate of the Royal Intelligence Department, but now it seems that is not the case, otherwise Nightingale would not have known about him.

At two o'clock in the morning, it should have been a quiet time, but the slums of St. Mored Parish were still very lively.

Sasha City is one-third smaller than Kiaxin, with one-sixth the number of people, but the number of police officers is less than 1,000, which is less than one-thirtieth of Yaxin’s security force.

He walked quietly. In the house behind the old wall on the left, I don't know what caused the first dog barking. Then sporadic responses came from all directions. After the silence was broken, there was another commotion.

Those staff are called nightingales.

He didn't ask the friend's name in detail, or maybe he thought it wasn't important.

They also observed Bruno for a long time before deciding to contact him. For a completely unfamiliar person, rash contact will only expose themselves one-sidedly.

He was approached by these people three months ago and asked to serve their commander.

"The evidence has been found, I think I'm not too late."

"Of course, I don't want to be jealous of him yet. The money he gave me is quite a lot."

Bruno knocked on the door, it opened from the inside, and he walked in.

While he was thinking, he looked for street signs, until he stopped in front of a house that didn't look too surprising from its appearance.

Thinking about it this way, the local police officers still performed at a good level.

He was once a scout, but his strength in terms of force was limited compared to ordinary people. His biggest advantage was running fast.

Although it was only a few blocks away from the area where Clayton was located, the feeling of poverty was overwhelming.

At this moment, they all raised their heads to look at Bruno, their eyes separated from the gambling game, rational and cold.

Of course, Bruno was not an official nightingale, he was just an official informant, or so he was called.

Such a person is still at work, but because of personal hobbies, he comes to another parish late at night, so that the return time is too long, and there is a high probability that he will not get enough rest, which will affect his work the next day.

Just removing the stage planks was laborious enough.

Under the flickering street lights, Bruno breathed a sigh of relief, put the photo bag under his arm again, rubbed his hands and face to keep warm, and regained his temperature a little.

The detective's reasons were impeccable, but his actions were a bit too eager.

"Last question, what did you think when you saw those runes?" Nightingale, who was always sitting, asked.

It's hard to find a taxi at night. You have to walk a few streets to find one that's still in business.

The detective couldn't help but wrap his clothes tightly, but he also felt refreshed.

Because of his status as a retired soldier, he is fairly trusted.

But this trust was not enough for these people to tell him their real names.

Probably the owner of the house discovered that a burglar had broken into his house.

After a few minutes, the flashing stopped.

"What do you think of him?" Nightingale, who was taking the photo, asked.

Hearing this answer, a smile appeared on Nightingale's face, and he pushed the photos in the direction of the detective: "Take them and give them to your current employer as he asked, but don't act so fast again.

,Caroline was a very cautious man.”

But if you think about it carefully, this is blameless.

"His qualities are not bad, you can consider retaining him." Nightingale, who talked to Bruno the most, replied.

The nightingale who opened the door had a different opinion: "I don't think so. He has a habit of drinking, and he is only useful to us if he stays here."

"Then let's observe it for a while."

They reached a consensus.
Chapter completed!