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Chapter 111 The information source of the Aurora Organization

Hear this request.

Mr. Foster, the owner of the Owl Bar, said calmly:

“I know there are several gangs in the area bordering the Arbat Art Street and the slums in Moscow.

And one of the gangs is responsible for similar black market transactions

and.

It is said that some books were stolen from the Moscow State Library a few days ago.

It was circulated there."

Hear this.

Su Wen did not draw a conclusion directly. He asked a question very rationally:

"You think.

As a highly confidential scientific research document involving sacrifices to gods, is it really that easy to be stolen?"

Frank nodded and continued his analysis:

"Kevin, what you said makes sense.

This loss incident, I think, is more likely to be a transaction.

so.

If we want to destroy this deal, it probably won’t be that easy.”

"But it also shows that it's worth a try, doesn't it?"

Noah asked with a smile.

Foster wiped the glass beside the bar.

While saying:

"Do you need me to take you over to have a look?"

"What are the requirements?"

"Nothing too demanding, of course, if you want to trade with those guys hanging out in the slums.

It would be best if you leave the expensive car belonging to this distinguished Duke and Lady.

otherwise.

I am at least 90% sure that they are gang members who make a living by buying and selling.

It will be the moment the car lights come on.

Like a group of Siberian gray rats, they quickly burrowed into the "cave" composed of containers, broken boards and sewers.

after all.

The Moscow Police Department has been keeping an eye on them these days."

Hear this.

Su Wen asked:

"Then how do we get there?"

Noah pointed to the tavern uncle next to him:

"I'm telling you, the Owl Bar doesn't look that big, but that's because this guy Foster converted the other half of the area into his own garage."

Hear him say that.

Foster was not stingy:

"It's okay to ride my car, as long as you don't hit anyone maliciously and get targeted by the police station."

The requirements are indeed very low.

then.

He took off the bartender's gloves and put them into the disinfecting equipment.

Then he pressed a button inside a secret door.

The next second.

The dark blue light bar with a strong sense of technology replaced the originally bright yellow bar background light.

at the same time,

Accompanied by the sound of gear calibration such as Kaden card.

A huge metal plate with a blue-white metallic luster, covered with firearms, quietly replaced the previous bar background with an oil painting of an owl.

From the classic Makarov pistol to the Mosin-Nagant rifle, the AK series that appears in major gun games is all available.

He is truly a tough guy from Norway who can open a bar in a country of fighting nations.

Su Wen admired him.

then.

The area under the bar has also been evacuated.

An underground corridor with blue and white light strips appeared quietly.

"Come on, come down with me. My 'garage' is down there."

Foster walked down first.

Su Wen and Angelia walked behind.

There are many off-road vehicles and bulletproof trucks in the garage.

But more of them are motorcycles with a streamlined appearance and a hard-core mechanical feel.

"Choose one of Harley-Davidson Motor Pany's race cars.

Let’s ride this tonight.”

Foster said.

Su Wen helped Angelia put on her helmet, and then they both put on racing suits and sat on this extremely handsome motorcycle one after another.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]

not far away.

Danas said kindly in Noah's ear:

"If you dare to make any dangerous moves such as tilting the front of the car or bending the blade, I can't guarantee that I won't do it myself."

Hear this sentence.

Noah pointed to the gauze wrapped on his head submissively:

"Danace, believe it or not, I actually want to live a few more years."

And finally.

Foster can only sit on a motorcycle with honest Frank.

The bar owner asked humorously:

"Look, they have beautiful girls following them.

Frank, don't you feel a little embarrassed?"

Hear this sentence.

Frank, wearing a motorcycle helmet, replied angrily:

"I'm much older than Noah and the others. In fact, I got married three years ago."

What a bushy-eyed Frank.

It's so hidden.

This bar owner, who is less than thirty years old, has a face full of vicissitudes of life.

He was also the only third-level transcendent present and was speechless.

did not expect.

The single dog is actually me.

He saw that everyone else was already dressed.

That's why I pressed the electromagnetic switch on the back door of the garage.

Three seconds later.

The early winter night breeze in Moscow also poured in with the opening of the back door, gradually drying out the drunken heat of the tavern.

then.

Su Wen turned the handle.

Accompanied by the loud "buzzing" sound when the Harley motorcycle engine starts.

Strong power also burst out instantly.

perhaps.

Riding a motorcycle and driving a racing car are two completely different feelings.

Su Wen thought of the broken bicycle he had leaning against the door of his old house.

perhaps.

Two-wheeled vehicles without external metal frame protection give people a more free feeling.

Angelia was sitting in the back seat of the car.

Do not know why.

She feels more of the same now.

The roads in Moscow are somewhat similar to Primorye, they are wide and straight.

The buildings on both sides are beautifully decorated with colored lights, forming an endless sea of ​​lights together with street lights and car lights.

It seems that all metropolises look alike at night, they are all gorgeous worlds made up of lights. Against the backdrop of darkness, they shine even brighter than during the day.

Not far away is the Moskva River, a secondary tributary of the Vogar River.

Like Michelangelo's oil painting brush, which is full of brilliant colors, sometimes it is smart, sometimes it is thick, and it dyes this prosperous city endlessly.

at this time.

The moonlight in the north of Moscow shines bright but clear light in the distant star orbit distance.

It’s different from yesterday’s heavy rain.

There are no dark clouds today.

But even so, a lot of the accumulated water left yesterday is still there.

When the motorcycle drives through the waterway, you can feel the crystal light spots splashing in the air reflecting the bustling Moscow in the distance.

Twenty minutes later.

They came to the Arbat Art Street in Moscow.

Arbat Street is a famous pedestrian street in the center of Moscow.

Originated in the 15th century, about 1 km, close to the Moskva River, one of the oldest existing streets in Moscow.

Foster said through the communication line in the helmet:

"Arbat Street was once a paradise for artists and painters, and many antique buildings are preserved.

so.

This is also where many artworks are traded privately.”

at the same time.

Angelia also saw many scholars wearing winter clothes walking aimlessly through the shops.

"It seems that their action speed is not slow either."

Su Wen thought calmly.

Fortunately, Aurora is backed by the European Union, which is also a world-class organization.

otherwise.

Just relying on myself, a stranger, it would be difficult to dig out clues when the pilgrimage day comes.

Three people drove motorcycles past the scholars.

Thirteen minutes later.

They stopped in front of a small coffee shop in a dark alley of Moscow.

Then several people knocked on the door.

The door is locked.

Only a curly-haired man wearing glasses opened a crack in the door and asked them:

"What are you here for?"

Mr. Foster took off his helmet, and then said with great skill:

"Bring me a gold dinar coin, I want the real thing."

"The dinar is gone.

Only France's first edition of the livre gold coin remains.

Of course, if you want a fake, I can mint a dinar for you on the spot."

"Can I also customize the avatar on the back?"

"I can customize a Beethoven taking a bath for you."

The curly-haired man leaned behind the counter and said with a smile.

then.

He unlocked the door.

Foster gave him a bear hug and said with a smile:

"Simpson, that was not the code last time.

If you let those music artists know, they will have to send you to the police station."

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