The Magician of Clow

Chapter 1302 The Producer's Intelligence Tracking

"Is there any information about its maker?"

In the old-fashioned retro 'grocery store' full of weapons and equipment, the grizzled old shopkeeper glanced at the things on the table, and asked quietly and calmly:
"What are you looking for with that person?"

"About who he sold this thing to, I want to ask him something."

Without beating around the bush, Celika said directly.

"A commission from reality again?"

Hearing this straightforward answer without any intention of hiding it, the old shopkeeper raised his eyes as if he had guessed the reason,

Then after a second of silence, he suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic:
"I heard you just had trouble with the coast in Los Angeles not long ago."

B-level upper ranks, even in the entire night battle world, can be regarded as powerful people with surnames. Celica, who is also considered to be at the forefront of B-level upper ranks, is almost the group of people under A-level who are the strongest except for adjutants.
Leaving aside the secret incident at the lakeside factory, it is reasonable for people to pay attention to his whereabouts.

"One size fits one size, that has nothing to do with this incident,"

I don't know why he suddenly mentioned this, but he was just thinking about whether the question he asked had something to do with the association,

Celika opened her mouth casually, and the handsome figure in a black and white T-shirt raised her long legs on the high stool.

"Let's not talk about the follow-up response from the coastal officials. I was only in charge of the feint attack. It was the pitch-black one-winged monster who actually did it. You should already know this."

The old shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing what she said.

And at this moment, at the scene, the "black one-winged monster" that the two of them talked about.
After correcting the sunglasses, his eyes glanced at the cool-looking batch of various weapons and equipment in the store.

"So, what about its maker?"

I don't care if this kind of rhetoric can dissuade him from vigilance, but in fact, the person who got this piece of equipment is also likely to be related to the association,

Celica finally confirmed the result and propped up one cheek.

"You should know who it is."

The black market basically has a grasp of all the things circulating on the black market, not only to buy some good things in advance, but also for the necessary information management,

And this old shopkeeper who opened a shop in a remote corner with a bunch of high-priced goods,
It's the guy in charge of it in the black market in Houston.

Regarding this question, the old shopkeeper was silent, and did not ask questions to give him time to think about it. Celika remained silent, and Fangran, who was busy carrying his equipment name, was also silent.

Then half a minute or so passed in silence.

Behind the counter, the elderly participant put down the newspaper and said a name,
"Michael."

The moment he heard him speak, Celica raised her eyebrows slightly.

"On the trading day about a week ago, he came here to sell this item, but he didn't sell it,"

Speaking of the information about the manufacturer of the micro-device, the old shopkeeper took out a photo out of thin air, put it on the counter and slowly pushed it in front of Celica
It's also old school to not use a projection.

"If you didn't buy this from him, it should be that he made a deal with someone outside the black market."

Considering that the "thief" may be equipment brought from other places, considering that the manufacturer of this thing may not be in Texas, considering that the person may not have been to the black market, etc., there are high probability uncertain factors,

Celika was prepared to get nothing, so when she heard the name, her expression moved slightly,

Unexpectedly, she seemed to be lucky.

After receiving the information, Celica picked up the photo in front of her, while listening to the movie-feeling conversation between the two of them while prostitution, sensing the real feedback from [Scale Card],

Fangran also turned his gaze to look at this moment, and what appeared on the photo in his field of vision was,
A man with brown hair and decorative glasses who looked like an elite office worker.

Is he the maker of that tiny jamming device?
"Well, it looks like luck,"

After confirming the information, Celica nodded and put the photo away. She put down her raised legs and looked at the other party and asked:
"How many?"

How many?

Not understanding what she was talking about in the translation, Fangran was slightly taken aback when the old figure spread out the newspaper's usual words again:
"Not much, I just sold an ordinary C-level information for the purpose of befriending a powerful B-level leader."

Decades of night battle experience obviously made the old shopkeeper guess that things were not that simple, but just as Celica believed his information was true,
He had known the other party since he was a budding C-level, and he also believed that what Celica said was just asking that person something,

Then the rest is as he said, no problem.

"All right,"

Knowing what he meant, Celika raised her brows so rarely that she didn't care, and then looked at Fangran:
"Give me something."

He was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was talking about a bag, and Fangran hurriedly handed it to her.

And at this time, I finally noticed the woman who was following behind the wild, handsome, powerful and other elements,
This young man, who is wearing a mask and sunglasses to cover his face tightly, looks like a fledgling,
The old shopkeeper raised his eyes from behind the newspaper and stared at Fangran.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a man by your side. What's the matter, have you finally changed your gender?"

"Information dealers just take money honestly and don't talk too much."

Taking out ten stacks of cash bills and throwing them directly in front of him, Celika replied indifferently, then threw the rest of the money and bags towards Fangran and walked out.

After Fangran quickly caught it, he followed her and walked out.

And until you go out,
Before Fangran could react, he asked in disbelief:
"Does it cost one hundred thousand dollars just for those two sentences and one photo?"

Celika turned her head and asked with a look of "what's so strange about this":

"is there a problem?"

"ah no"

It was the first time I came into contact with information transactions, and I was a little surprised at the 'price of words'. Fangran looked at Celica's figure and asked what to do next:
"By the way, the identity of the maker of that piece of equipment is also clear, what should we do now?"

"Contact them first, and then join us to investigate this guy's whereabouts."

Listening to Fangran's question, Celika took out the communication device to contact the other two while stepping forward to give a general explanation.
The contact was quickly connected, and in the video screen formed by the virtual projection, Annabella's indifferent face wearing a pair of luxury sunglasses appeared.

"what's up?"

"The maker of that thing has found out, how is the situation on your side?"

Also too lazy to talk to her, Celika directly explained the situation in the shortest way, and seemed to be upset that she found the clue so quickly,

Annabella gave a 'cut' and replied coldly:

"We asked some people, and no one knew anything about static transparent camouflage."

As expected, Celica spoke indifferently without any extra emotion:
"Yes, then let's meet you over there now."

Without speaking, Annabelle snorted and was about to hang up.

Then at the moment when her projection screen was shaking,
Both Fangran and Celika saw a male figure like an elite white-collar in the crowd behind her,
He has brown hair and wears decorative glasses.

　I lost half of my subscriptions, and fell to an unprecedented bottom for the second time this month. It really came from the pressure of losing financial resources. How should I put it, I want to write the feeling of a participant in the North American night battle world, but it may be because I am not very good at I always feel something wrong when I describe the scene where dragons and snakes are mixed together. Something is missing. On the day I went out on Mianji 2, two days out of the three days of 345, I wanted to write about Kawen but I didn’t write about pigeons. I’m really tired of this kind of pigeons that haven’t been updated but haven’t played yet. My neck hurts like hell. So I will definitely not write tomorrow, I will go out for a massage, it hurts too much
　　
　
(End of this chapter)