Reaction, speed, coordination and strength. Xing Ze looked at his slightly trembling hands and thought, the quality of this body far exceeds that of ordinary people.
He took a deep breath, took out his watch, stretched out two fingers of his right hand and pressed on his carotid artery.
A minute later, he put on the watch again. His heart rate was not too fast, his mood was normal, and the fight just now did not put any burden on his body.
"It's really interesting." Xing Ze murmured.
"Very difficult?" John threw the wizard who was under the coma spell at Xing Ze's feet.
Xing Ze shook his head, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands, "Just a squib with a gun."
"You're a wizard, right? Or have you forgotten how to cast spells?"
Xing Ze put away the handkerchief and thought for a moment before replying: "It's just daily exercise. Wizards also need to stay healthy, right?"
"What a freak." John muttered in a low voice. After glancing at the strong man lying on the ground, he turned and walked towards the tent.
John's informant is called Lame Godin, a scrap dealer in his thirties. He is tied to a chair at the moment. He looks tortured enough, but he is still alive, even after John used magic to untie the rope.
, and also howled twice.
John used a quick recovery spell on him and healed his injuries.
"Okay, Godin, tell me? What happened this time?" John took a pack of cigarettes from a small stool.
Godin swallowed and looked at Xing Ze uncertainly.
"Don't worry, he's not an outsider." John lit up a cigarette, "That's it, who are those two bastards? Why are they causing trouble for you?"
Godin trembled and asked John for a cigarette. After taking a deep breath, he began to tell: "Yesterday a woman came to me and wanted to... want me to take her to the site of the Oil Gang."
Xing Ze took out a pen and notes, and Godin glanced at him uneasily and continued: "She gave me a lot of money, so I took her there."
"That's it?" John took a deep drag on his cigarette, "Come on, Godin, don't waste my time, just get to the point."
Godin looked innocent and said: "Hell, J, I don't know what happened. I took that woman to the Oil Gang's territory, then took the money and left. I don't know anything."
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"What is that woman like?" Xing Ze stopped writing temporarily.
"White man, black hair, not tall, freckles on his face." Godin replied.
"She's a wizard?"
"I think so, but she wasn't wearing a robe. She was wearing a black jacket."
"Did she say why she wanted to go to the Gunyou Gang's territory?"
"No, she didn't say."
John blew out a puff of smoke and interrupted: "Okay, okay, this has nothing to do with what we want to investigate. Hey, Godin, I want to ask about something. Have you..."
"No, no, no, you don't understand, J, I don't have time." Godin got up from the ground in panic, "I have to leave, get out of here."
"Damn you," John cursed, "We just saved your life, are you going to leave like this?"
"I beg you, J, I beg you." Godin was almost crying, "The Oil Gang will not let me go, and they will not let you go. You injured one of their people."
"What the hell are you talking about?" John put out his cigarette on the stool, "They are not members of the Boiling Oil Gang. That wizard, I checked, there are no burns on his hands..."
As he said that, he turned his attention to Xing Ze, "Does he have that squib? It's on his right arm. Is there any burn?"
"I didn't pay attention." Xing Ze replied calmly.
John clicked his tongue and quickly walked out of the tent, but came back after a while. He grabbed Godin and said in a cold voice: "I don't know what the hell you are doing, but I tell you clearly, those two people outside
Idiots are not from the Oil Gang."
He pushed Godin to the ground with a strong force, "Now, before my patience is worn away, listen to me finish the question."
Godin moved his body back in horror, "J, you don't understand..."
"Shut up."
John squatted down, took out his "Key to the Door" from his arms, whispered a spell, rummaged inside for a while, then handed the book over and asked: "Have you seen these two people?
"
"No... no, no." Godin glanced quickly and replied, "Listen, J, listen to me, those two people outside..."
"Look carefully, Godin." John pushed the book closer.
"Fuck, J, they are mourners!" Godin almost roared out these words.
John's face darkened instantly. He was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up and stared at Godin.
"What is a mourner?" Xing Ze asked.
"It's a bounty hunter organization." Godin replied weakly, "The worst kind."
John looked away and asked, "Who do they work for?"
"The Oil Gang."
"Godin, don't lie to me. The Oil Gang never lacks people, why do they spend a lot of money to hire mourners?"
Godin slowly got up from the ground, and Xing Ze discovered that he was lame in his left foot, "I don't know, I don't know, J, but they are looking for that woman, the black-haired woman."
"That's really stupid." John cursed, looked around, and then said to Xing Ze: "I'm afraid that's the end of it for today. Where is the squib's gun?"
Xing Ze frowned, closed his notes and replied: "Outside."
He followed John out of the tent and cast a flying spell towards the place where the gun was knocked off. The black pistol immediately came into Xing Ze's hands.
"What are you going to do?"
John's eyes fell on the door of the garbage station. He sighed and said, "I shouldn't have told you about the Oil Gang, right?"
"No, but the bartender said a lot. I remember..." Xing Ze opened the note and looked at it, "I remember their leader's name is Wagyu Lian."
"That's right, Waxy Face." John sighed and took the gun from Xing Ze. "He is not a kind-hearted person." He searched both of them and found a little boy from the wizard.
Bag, that bag has a simple traceless stretch spell.
John opened the bag and took out a contract signed with wax. Potato Godin did not lie. They were indeed mourners and were also employed by Waxyface.
John decisively loaded the pistol, and Xing Ze used his wand to cast an ear-closing listening spell with tacit understanding.
"The only good thing about the Undertaker is," he said, shooting the wizard in the head. "Even if the mission fails and falls into the hands of the enemy, they will not reveal any information."
Godin came out of the tent after hearing the gunfire. He turned his face and cursed: "Damn it, J, this is the door of my house."
Of course, the squib did not escape the fate of being shot. The sound of the gun made Godin tremble. John threw the gun on his body and asked Godin for a cigarette.
"Now that I'm gone, is there somewhere you can go?"
Godin replied distraught: "I have a cousin in Glastonbury."