Rawls, wearing a peaked cap and light blue workman's clothing, walked out of the rental house. The brim of the hat was lowered, and with the big beard around his mouth, his face was almost a shadow, making it impossible to recognize his face.
He was going to buy today's newspaper, and then go to the Bridge District to see what was going on with Intis after he alerted the snake. The Bridge District is where Zerrell lives, and is a place where his gang of half-year-old children often hang out. If
Backlund also wanted to get the manuscript of Hermoshuyn's third-generation difference engine, but he could only get it from the bridge area.
More importantly, knowing that there is a third party involved and being pressured by Intis, will Backlund jump over the wall in a hurry, stop worrying so much, and use all the power in his hands to hunt down Ian Wright.
You must know that Beckron has been in Loen for many years, and there must be more than one Zmange Party in his hands. It is just that the Zmange Party is the least likely to attract the attention of MI9. Once he has no scruples, he only wants to get the third generation
The Difference Engine manuscript will definitely throw out all the power in your hands.
As long as the manuscript is obtained and transported back to Intis, even if MI9 knows that it is Beckerlund's plan, there is no way to deal with him. And Beckerlund can use this to return to Intis or continue to work in Loen. The previous embassy
The matter of being infiltrated can also be written off.
Rawls casually stopped a public carriage heading to the bridge area. Although it was morning, there were only a few passengers on the car. The public carriage from the dock area to the bridge area would only have more passengers at night.
As the carriage started slowly, after a bumpy journey, Rolls heard the sound of newsboys. This route passed through the East District. Many children would choose to become newsboys to supplement their family income, while workers in the dock area would often only buy
Take turns reading a newspaper.
"A copy of the Backlund Morning News." Rawls took out a penny from his pocket and waved to a newsboy.
Following his shout, two or three newsboys rushed over, scrambling to take out the corresponding newspapers from their bags, and followed the public carriage.
Rawls took a newspaper and quickly put a penny into his hand. The newsboy who had gained nothing had to stop and look at his companion with envy.
Seeing that there was no dispute, Rawls withdrew his gaze and flipped through the newspaper.
In Backlund, some newsboys will imitate gangs and form children's gangs to take commissions from younger children. There will even be four or five newsboys swarming up at the same time, waiting for opportunities to steal.
Without paying attention to the news above, Rawls directly looked for the rental advertisement above. Today is already Sunday, and tomorrow is the Tarot Club. If Mr. Fool’s Beloved has not advertised with Rawls today, then tomorrow
I don’t know how Klein will end up.
Sure enough, I found the joint advertisement in the advertising column between the fifth and sixth pages of the newspaper:
"No. 6 Ronald Street, North District, a single-family house with two floors, a total of ten bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, a dining room, five bathrooms, an underground storage room, and a small garden.
The stables are rented for £360 per year. Interested parties can go to the location and contact Geoffrey Lister."
Rawls raised his peaked cap slightly, Ronal Street, the name of this street sounds so familiar. Yes, one of his other two properties in Backlund is at No. 22 on that street. This street
Next door to Boklund Street, St. Samuel's Church is on Boklund Street.
Is Mr. Azik filling in the real location, and is he not afraid of others looking for it? Or did he buy the house? However, the rental price is obviously higher than the average price. I remember that my property is not much different from this one, but
The annual rent is only £300.
I will write a letter to Alicia after I go back at noon. Although Mr. Azik has a gentle temper now, he must be just in case.
With Alicia around, Rawls can feel at ease. Now he has no intention of exposing his true identity.
After another bumpy ride, the carriage finally reached the bridge area.
As soon as Rawls got out of the car, the "barbarian" premonition told him that there were at least three people staying on him. This was something he didn't feel the last time he came to the Bridge District. You must know that he is not living in the Rose of Zerel now.
Long Street, but three streets away.
It seemed that Backlund was really anxious. Rawls looked around casually, lowered his peaked cap again, and walked away from Rose Street. He wanted to know how many spies Becklund had spread in the Bridge Area.
…
Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.
The doors of bars are always locked in the morning, and the Brave Bar is no exception. However, the back door of the bar is open. A young man with ordinary clothes and ordinary appearance rushes into the back door of the bar with quick steps.
After the young man entered the bar, he went straight into a card room. In the card room, there was only an old man with rosacea and a huge scar on his face, who was washing the cards in his hand. When he saw the young man coming in, his movements stopped.
, threw the cards on the table, and the cards scattered all over the table.
"How is it?" Although the old man's eyes were cloudy and the bags under his eyes were dark, he could not conceal his anxiety.
"Caspars, you guessed it right. There were a lot of strangers coming into the Bridge District from last night to today. They seem to be from the Rose Street. I wonder what they want to do?"
A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, and the wrinkles and twisted scars on his face trembled. He nodded, took out a 5-pound note from his pocket and handed it to the young man:
"You go and rest."
The young man took the banknotes, nodded, and walked into the bar warehouse.
After the young man left, Kaspers limped towards Billiards Room No. 3, where Ian Wright was resting. When he reached the door of the billiards room, Kaspers stopped and hesitated for a while.
, turned around and prepared to leave.
With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.
Ian Wright, wearing a round hat and an old coat inappropriate for his age, came out. He rubbed his red eyes, looked at Caspars who turned to leave, and said doubtfully:
"Caspars, do you have a problem with me?"
Caspars looked at Ian, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, and sighed:
"A lot of people came into the Bridge area this morning and dispersed from Rose Street. Are they here to find you?" Although the tone was questioning, he knew it must have something to do with Ian.
"Are they here?" Ian had a panic look on his face, but he calmed down immediately, "I'm leaving here now and going to Pulitzer Harbour." He just took two steps forward when he was dragged by Caspars.
live.
"If you act like this, let alone Pulitzer Port, you won't even be able to get out of Iron Gate Street." Caspars dragged Ian and limped towards the bar kitchen. Although he was lame,
It has only one leg, but it is extremely powerful. Even if Ian struggled, he was still dragged away by him.
"Caspars, I know you know those special guys, but the people I messed with this time are different. They may not be useful." Ian said while struggling. Although he didn't know where those people came from, he was a helper.
Fusac's intelligence collectors must have a lot of background.
"You don't have to worry about that. The people I know are stronger than you think." Kaspars didn't look back and pulled Ian forward.
Caspars pulled Ian and stopped in front of a door. He turned his head to signal Ian not to speak, knocked on the door gently, and after receiving permission, pushed the door open with Ian.
This is also a card room. It is morning, and there are still more than a dozen people inside. Although they are not playing cards, they are just lying on the ground or sleeping on the table. There is no movement at all, just like dead people.
Seeing Caspars and Ian coming in, a man in a white shirt and black vest stood up slowly. People lying on the ground and lying on the table also woke up and looked back at the two.
Ian found that except for the man who stood up, all the other card players had an indescribable and strange smell. Their faces were pale and their eyes were like wild beasts. The man who stood up first had a pale face, and there was deep malice in his brown eyes.
The whole person showed a little bit of madness.
Ian lowered his head in fear. He knew that the man should be Kaspars's acquaintance, a legendary extraordinary person with various magical abilities.
Caspars finally let go of Ian's hand and limped towards the leading man. He lowered his head and explained the situation in detail in the man's ear.
After a long time, when a look of disappointment gradually appeared on Caspars' face, Ian raised his head and prepared to pull Caspars away. The man who was only in his twenties or nineteen suddenly said:
"Only this one chance."
Caspars was overjoyed. He jumped next to Ian with difficulty, pressed Ian's neck and bowed to the man:
"Thank you Mr. Maric."
…
Rawls was walking aimlessly on the street. He had now taken off his peaked cap and revealed his face, otherwise the probability of being targeted was too high.
Judging from his feeling, Beckland at least deployed more than a hundred people near Qiangwei Long Street in the Bridge District, covering more than 20 streets, and the number of people has been increasing, and the scope is also expanding.
If Beckron's arrangement yields no results within two days, or even within one day, then the people from MI9 will definitely be targeting them. Once the people from MI9 are targeting them, Intis can give up. After all,
This is Roen's home court.
Before he had taken a few steps, Rawls felt someone was staring at him again. He had forgotten how many times this was, but before he could repeat his old trick, a rumble of explosions came from not far away. The place where he was
Immediately three or four people emerged from different places on the street and ran towards the direction of the explosion.
Rawls turned around and ran after those people, and waved to the person behind him who wanted to follow him, gesturing for him to follow him. This is why he can wander around nearby, these people were temporarily transferred here
, they are not very familiar with each other at all, so with Rawls's eloquence and "bribery", there is no problem in coaxing a group of ordinary people.
The sound of explosions kept coming. Rawls had already avoided Intis's hands and sneaked up to a roof to identify the specific source of the explosion. After finding the specific source, Rawls looked down and found a shortcut.
He ran towards the source of the explosion.
On the street, a carriage was moving at high speed, being dragged by crazy horses. From time to time, people around took out pistols and tried to shoot the horses and the driver, but they either missed or seemed to be touched by something invisible, and their whole bodies were cold.
fell to the ground.
Behind the carriage, two men wearing masks were chasing the carriage. From time to time, red condensed fireballs were condensed in their hands and thrown towards the carriage. However, the cold wind accompanying the carriage blew the fireball away, causing it to hit the carriage.
An explosion occurred nearby, frightening the horses again.
The two people wearing masks following the carriage were covered with blazing white flames from time to time, burning away countless transparent shadows that tried to drag them in the dark wind.
These two people knew very well that the people who controlled these ghosts were much more powerful than them. They were just worried about the following pursuers and did not confront them head-on. They could only slow down their opponents as much as possible and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.
In the running carriage, Ian, who was wearing a round hat, was shrinking tremblingly, his red eyes filled with fear. Next to him was the Extraordinary Maric, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He was closing his eyes tightly at the moment.
, as if closing his eyes and meditating.
The two guys outside were very difficult to deal with. Not only did they notice the trap he set first, but they also followed the trail and chased them. The ghost he drove was of no use to the two guys who could control the flames.
In order to reduce the burden on the carriage, Maric did not let the living corpse follow him, but stayed at the Brave Man Bar. Except for a living corpse driving outside, he had no helpers, and the helpers on the opposite side kept coming from the alley.
He ran out and shot at the carriage with his revolver.
This makes it even more difficult for Maric to focus on those two extraordinary people. The ability of "living corpses" to control ghosts is not strong. If it is not cloudy today, this is not the bridge area, and there are many ghosts, he will never be able to just
Stop so many people by manipulating ghosts.
Who did this little guy offend? Aren't they afraid of recruiting people from MI9 or the church?
When Maric was distracted, a red condensed fireball failed to stop it, blowing up the wheels of the carriage, and the carriage immediately rolled over. Before that, Maric had grabbed Ian on the side and punched the wall of the carriage.
It was shattered and jumped out of the carriage.
After Maric jumped out of the carriage, he put Ian on his shoulders, stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and placed it next to his index finger. His index finger was aimed at the person who was chasing them. The man being targeted seemed to have sensed the danger in advance and was ready to roll to the side.
But he only did half of the action, and he lay on the ground with a muffled groan, his body covered with a layer of blazing white flames, and wisps of black energy came out of his body.
The other pursuer rolled forward in a circle, and when he stood up, a blazing white flame spear shot out of his right hand, aiming at Maric.
Maric had no intention of evading. Black hair sprouted from his right hand, and his nails stretched and turned black, shining like a dagger. His palm covered with black-green gas knocked the blazing white spear away directly, and the blazing white spear flew away.
The area of contact immediately ignited with white flames, and the black-green gas was burned with a "sizzling" sound.
Rolls, who had already arrived, happened to see this scene, took out a revolver from his arms, aimed at Ian, and then deliberately deflected and shot aside.