Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 59 [Nan Dou]

The Jackal's expression changed slightly.

As one of the most famous middlemen in the entire Deep Moss District, he recognized the original owners of the three heads the moment the refrigerator was opened.

Grove, Jaredon, Tadi.

The leader and backbone of the "Cross Tiger Gang".

The pupil of his artificial eye flickered, as if sending a message, and then he raised his hand to signal.

A man dressed as a wine waiter quickly brought a silver tray and placed a bottle of red liquid wine on the table.

"Try it. It is said that this is the stock from when Fengmao Food Banquet was still in operation. It is not common in the market now."

As he spoke, the Jackal uncorked the red wine, poured himself a glass first, and drank it all in front of the other party.

【A rich and abundant feast】.

This giant enterprise, which once monopolized raw material production, catering entities and cross-channel food sales, fell in the "Second Total Corporate War" forty-nine years ago.

The category of high-end wine was naturally also included in the merchandise management of Fengmao Food Banquet at that time.

Song Shi casually filled a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"How does it feel?" The Jackal smiled.

"It's OK, but I'm not a big drinker."

Song Shi replied.

Then he sat up straight and tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

"The Cross Tiger Gang's base was severely damaged and the leader was killed. I think this news will be of interest to many people."

"Of course we can talk about business, but..."

A smile appeared on the Jackal's face, but he didn't finish his words.

"Before I came here, I heard that the Jackal was the cleanest middleman, so I brought these here."

Song Shi pointed at the refrigerator. Although his tone did not change, he revealed a certain coldness: "But now it seems that a person really can't rely too much on "rumors". "

Jackal still had a smile on his face, not caring about the other party's indifference. He even poured himself another glass of red wine before speaking:

"If relying on 'rumors' alone is enough, then there is no value in us being so-called 'middlemen'."

"That's true."

Song Shi nodded and suddenly leaned back on the sofa.

He extended his index finger, pointed upwards, and sighed: "The environment outside is getting worse and worse, so I want to live somewhere else - what do you think, Mr. Jackal?"

Outside of Palose?

Could it be that they are from the "wasteland" or other cities?

After hearing these words, the Jackal thought in his mind and began to understand the current situation.

If you want to make a living in Palose by your own strength, mercenary is a good choice. After all, the profession of "mercenary" is very inclusive. Going out on missions to arrest wanted criminals during the day does not affect wearing a mask to rob a bank at night.

As one of the most famous middlemen, mercenaries use his own name, "Jackal", which is a symbol of ability, as well as a guarantee for receiving missions and a channel for obtaining resources.

After thinking this through, the Jackal's smile faded a little.

At this moment, a communication popped up on his retina.

Scanning the content of the communication calmly, Jackal pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Want to change your work environment? I understand. After all, not everyone likes a monotonous life. Paloser can accommodate newcomers."

The man's eyes turned to the refrigerator.

"But there's no rush for 'work', we can talk about this first-"

"I want half of the profits brought by the people who got the news from you and rushed to swallow up the Cross Tiger Gang first."

Not paying attention to the other party's attempt to change the subject, Song Shi raised a finger and said calmly: "I don't like bargaining, so this is my price, not a cent more, not a cent less."

".Benefits from the merger?" Jackal paused and shook his head slightly: "This price is too vague and difficult to define. I'm afraid the other party will not be able to accept it."

"But I'm sure the Jackal will take care of the pricing."

"If you really need to add something." Song Shi chuckled and sat up straight: "Just send those pictures to them - it's been so long, I believe you have already asked someone to collect evidence, right?"

Thinking back to the communication just now, the drone footage showed the cold storage factory in a mess with broken limbs and debris everywhere.

The jackal felt a slight chill in his heart.

Of course not because of this scene.

To be honest, he had seen this kind of scene too many times, and this was far from being considered "bloody" and "cruel" - what really surprised him was that the battle in the factory was obviously caused by one person.

Defeated the Cross Tigers by himself
It does have some strength.

"This matter is a bit troublesome to handle, so I need to take one tenth of the proceeds."

The Jackal pushed his glass aside and straightened up, adding: "This is also the rule of "Sunday".

"Oh?"

Song Shi raised his eyebrows.

"I have two kinds of business here: one is on Sunday, and the other is elsewhere."

The Jackal straightened his collar and looked more serious:
"Only high-level business can be discussed on Sunday, and I will charge an unfixed amount of profit for this kind of business according to the specific circumstances."

"Although your business is a little shallow, we are still sitting on Sunday after all."

"Um"

The other party nodded: "Okay."

So, the Jackal took out a dark grey magnetic card from his bosom, placed it on the table and pushed it over.

"This is my business card. You can contact me using the communication code above."

"The specific amount of profit from this transaction, the remittance method, and subsequent follow-up will be given to you within three days. In addition, this communication account will also be used to send jobs in the future. Do you have any taboos about accepting jobs?"

"Is it taboo? I'll decide based on the situation."

After reaching a certain consensus, the two had a quick conversation and finalized the result in a few seconds.

Refusing the invitation for another drink, Song Shi stood up.

Watching the other person's back as he walked out the door, Jackal suddenly raised his voice: "By the way, there is one more thing."

"What do you call this friend?"

Song Shi paused for a moment.

He raised his head slightly, like someone who goes to church to pray in the early morning and closes his eyes to reminisce.

It seemed like he remembered something.

And in the next moment.

Without any pause, the young man walked out of the door and crashed into the heavy rain.

Only the remnant of a voice remained, echoing in the alcohol-filled air.

"Free bounty hunter..."

"[Nandou]."

I'll post both chapters together to make them more coherent. No update tomorrow, so I'll just take a day off.

I have read the controversy in the previous part, so I need to spend some time adjusting the subsequent outline and content.

See you the day after tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)