The blond middle-aged man Inspector Locke looked at the two dejected men in front of him: "Why are you so careless this time?"
"We have been careful," one of the men replied, "but the opponent is alert and a veteran."
"An Asian face, or a veteran?" Locke stroked his unshaven chin, "Could there be involvement of other intelligence agencies, the Japanese?"
The two subordinates looked at each other. Although the Japanese also had a local intelligence agency, their scale was very small. Most of them collected commercial and political intelligence through indirect means, and few extraordinary actions were taken.
"Go to those companies opened by the Japanese in Paris and check to see if there is anything going on," Inspector Locke ordered, but soon he shook his hand, "Forget it, there's no need to bother, as long as
If you catch that courtesan, this person will definitely not be able to escape."
"Do you want to do it now?" the two men asked.
"Take action immediately. If it's too late, I'm afraid this social butterfly named Marion will run away," Inspector Locke waved his hand. "Do you know where she lives? Send a few more people there. We must not fail this time!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!" The two men nodded and walked out quickly.
"Asian?"
Looking at the backs of the two men leaving, Detective Locke combed back his messy hair in confusion.
.........
The Black Cat Tavern on Petain Road.
As the best cocktail bartender at the Black Cat Tavern, Edmundo has extraordinary skills. He successfully transformed this technique that was just born in the 18th century and quickly became popular throughout the Americas and European continents.
An art, this has also become one of the most eye-catching programs of the Black Cat Tavern.
However, only at 6:55 every night, Edmundo would walk into the Black Cat Tavern. He had cool long brown hair, a slightly open collar on his double-breasted buttons, and his uninhibited smile, which made people laugh.
All the female patrons in the bar and even the waitresses looked intoxicated.
"Edmundo! Please start your show!" A rough tramp shouted loudly.
"I'll give you whatever you want!" Several veterans threw the pennies left in their pockets over.
"Start, start!" The working class was also restless, shaking the rum in their hands.
As usual, today's Black Cat Tavern is still crowded with all kinds of penniless homeless people, destitute veterans and working class people who can occasionally splurge after getting paid.
"As you wish."
Edmundo bowed gracefully, and the rum, gin, tequila and various colors of red and white wine in his hand began to change on his fingertips. With the waving of his arms and the rhythmic swing of his body, the colorful
The colorful liquid gradually merged, and occasionally there were even dazzling acrobatic performances. Everyone held their breath and quietly watched this visual feast that was rare for the civilian class.
Finally, all the liquids merged together. It was bright red, amber-yellow and indigo-purple black. Accompanied by a burst of heavy breathing, Edmund waved his hand, and the white liquid next to the waitress's ears
The rose suddenly fell into the goblet, and the originally dark color scheme in the wine glass suddenly became extremely vivid. At this moment, the crowd burst into violent cheers:
"Long live!"
"Unbeatable~!"
Edmundo smiled slightly. He was obviously used to this kind of scene. He stretched out his hand and took the shy waitress next to him. It wasn't until the enthusiastic waitress stamped her face that he raised the fresh fresh food in his hand.
Cocktails coming out of the oven, shouting:
"Today's glass of wine is called Bastille! If you like it, you can bid!"
"Thirty centimes!" someone in the crowd bid.
Thirty centimes is equivalent to less than one-third of a franc, which is not much, but it is not too little for a glass of wine.
"Fifty!"
"seventy!"
"Two francs!"
The bidding has begun. This is a traditional item of Edmondo cocktail. Of course, the lowest bid is often just a foil. In fact, Edmundo cocktails have once sold for up to one hundred francs - which is quite a lot.
That’s six months’ wages for the average Parisian worker.
"One hundred and one francs!"
A voice came, and the Black Cat Bar fell silent. No one thought that this record that had been dusty for more than a year would be broken tonight!
Everyone looked at the source of the sound. A man in a black burqa held up a hundred-dollar bill in his hand and walked slowly towards Edmundo. His face was covered by a layer of black gauze, obviously not wanting to let anyone know.
People see his face.
"Is there anyone else who bids?" Edmundo's voice trembled slightly. For him, such a generous guest was rare.
"There should be no more..."
The low voice of the man in a black robe came, and then he smashed the one hundred franc note and a coin in his hand on the bar, then took the "Bastille" from Edmundo's hand, raised his head and drank it down.
"Uh," Edmundo was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your generosity."
"You're welcome," the man in black robe held Edmundo's shoulder, "I have something to talk to you about."
"Well, I won't consider going to other bars for the time being." Edmundo thought that this customer, like the previous one, wanted to lure him to other bars.
"Do you know Yanzi?" The man in black robe did not answer Edmundo's question and asked himself.
"Swallow?" Edmundo's voice sounded alert. He looked at the man in black robe, pointed to a small private room behind the bar and said, "Please go over there."
"Swallow asked you to come? What happened?" Edmundo asked impatiently as soon as he sat down.
"What's your relationship with Yanzi?" The man in black robe was very cautious.
"Oh," Edmundo touched his head, "Frankly speaking, I should be her suitor."
The man in black robe was silent for a while, and Edmundo asked curiously: "What happened?"
"Then do you know a lady named Bledsoe?" the man in black robe finally asked.
"Oh," Edmundo said even more embarrassedly, "she is my girlfriend."
“…..”
"Please don't get me wrong, I like Yanzi very much, but she doesn't seem to like me. As time went by, I felt that Bledsoe seemed good, so I got together with her. What, what happened?" Edmund
asked with much concern.
"She is in some trouble. Please take me to her residence," the man in black robe replied, "By the way, where was the 100 francs just now?"
"What's wrong here?" Edmundo subconsciously took out the banknotes he had just put away.
With a "swish" sound, the banknotes were snatched back by the man in black robes. Edmundo stood up eagerly. Just as he was about to snatch the banknotes back, the cold voice of the man in black robes came to his ears:
"This is the price I pay for telling you this news. Also, your cocktail tastes really bad..."
