Pirate's Swamp Fruit

In the room, Wilder was aroused by the unknown thing. Compared with the benefits, the task is secondary, so he is really curious about what is greater than the benefits brought by the arms deal.

Although these are just my own guesses, there are no more conflicts in the world than these two things, one is hatred, and the other is interest.

If it is a benefit, the benefit of arms is already huge enough, and it can make one party give up the benefits brought by arms, then there is basically something more important than it.

The night was quiet, and Wilder closed his eyes.

There was nothing to say all night, but the sun still rose on time the next day.

With a purpose, Wilder went around the beach behind the casino, but found nothing.

"Did he already log in early?" Wilder frowned. If that was the case, it would be difficult to get any news.

Just as Wilder was thinking this way, he found a ship slowly approaching on the distant sea. The ship was an ordinary merchant ship, and it was the standing man who made Wilder notice him.

"Diamanti." Wilder stared.

In order to avoid being discovered, Wilder did not stay here any longer.

"When Diamanti arrives, the person in charge of the casino will definitely come out to greet her. He will take advantage of this moment to sneak into the casino and hide in advance."

Wilder thought for a moment, then shook his head, denying the idea.

"It's basically impossible not to be discovered like this." It's okay to just find a place to hide, but the problem is that Wilder's purpose is to eavesdrop, which means getting close to the other party.

Have

Wilder raised his brows and almost forgot about his ability, "If it's a short distance, using that one will be more effective."

Wilder walked into the casino and quietly released four or five swamp cockroaches in a certain corner.

As soon as the swamp came out, it dispersed in different directions under the control of Wilder.

This process is very hidden, and no one has noticed anything unusual.

The swamp cockroaches swam quickly on the floor, passed through many gamblers, and headed for those hidden places in the casino.

During the whole process, what the swamp cockroach saw and heard was also transmitted to Wilder's mind through a special connection, and the picture was as if he saw it personally.

After doing all this, Wilde changed some chips, sat down at a gaming table, and placed bets while waiting for the news from the swamp cockroach.

"Big."

Wilder pushed all the chips of million Baileys to the big top.

The croupier glanced at him, and slowly opened the cup.

L

The people around him cast envious glances at Wilder.

"Small." Another set started, and this time Wilder overwhelmed the small player.

Maybe it was luck, and Wilder won five games in a row, and the chips directly increased to million.

Wilder frowned slightly, he didn't want to attract attention like this, it was not good for him, after all, his purpose was not pure.

Wilder took a deep breath, he knew it would not be good to go on like this, so in the next moment, he made a move that made everyone present unable to calm down.

"Fifty million, all pledged at fifteen."

Yes, Wilder went straight to the less likely number.

Although this has already caused a shock, it is still within an acceptable range, which is why Wilder did not choose to directly suppress the million.

Because of that, even if he missed in the end, the counter-effect had already been achieved in advance.

One hundred million is not a small number.

When opening the color cup, the croupier's hands were shaking, but fortunately, no mistakes were made.

The final result was naturally a miss, and as a result, Wilder breathed a sigh of relief, but the onlookers around him had sad expressions on their faces. As if to say again: You should have listened to me just now and continued to suppress the big and small

Wilder originally wanted to continue to press, but he didn't think about it. At this time, the scene transmitted by the swamp cockroach was rewarded.

The picture is in a large room, the swamp cockroach in it has just searched, found nothing, and was about to leave, but unexpectedly the door opened at this time.

Diamanti, who had just met at the beach, came in with a young man.

Diamanti was sitting on the sofa, and the young man was standing behind him, reporting the situation to him.

With a calm face, Wilder continued to place bets while "listening" to their conversation.

"That fellow Vassalo will come over to talk to me about the arms deal at two o'clock in the morning tomorrow, and that's the time for us to do it."

"Yes." The young man behind him agreed quietly.

Diamanti looks like an "aboriginal man" with a big mouth, a red cloak, and red trousers. The whole person gives people the urge to chase a lion with a javelin.

"Then you go and prepare first." Maybe the two of them had already had a detailed conversation on the phone before. Diamanti's message to Wilder was nothing other than the first sentence. .

Wilder frowned, a little unwilling, but in the end he didn't get any useful information.

After the young man left the room, Diamanti lay down on the bed to rest.

To be on the safe side, Wilde directly let the swamp cockroaches in the room turn into lifeless mud in the corner.

Get up and leave the casino.

"Diamanti is going to attack Vassallo who was invited to come at two o'clock in the morning after tonight, maybe I can just use his hand to complete the task." Wilder returned to the room and meditated.

"Then, the reason why Diamanti wanted to attack Vassallo may also be exposed in his next actions."

The reason why Wilder had to go through so much trouble was not only wanting to understand the transaction at the beginning, but now he was thinking about something more important than arms.

"If it's something great, I wouldn't mind getting a share of it." Wilder's smiling face reflected on the glass window.

In the evening, Wilder went to Vassallo's manor again. This time he was much more careful than last time. After investigating, he made sure that Vassallo was about to leave for the casino without any accidents, and then left up.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, that is, at 0 o'clock in the morning of the next day, it will be time for them to meet in two hours.

Wilder stood in the room, looking at the casino opposite through the window, his expression was not very good.

He really wanted to release the swamp cockroach to investigate the situation inside, but at this distance the swamp cockroach would lose its deal with him and become a swamp with no mobility.

And it is even more impossible for him to sneak in. The casino is now forbidden for everyone to enter and exit, and there are heavy troops on the outside. Even if he can sneak in through the ground, there is still a great possibility that he will be discovered.

This is a small problem that Wilder discovered during this time.His body is easier to detect when it is in a swamp state.

Like a monster lurking in the darkness, the malice cannot be concealed.

"We can only wait for the results to come out." Diamanti must have a certain purpose in shooting Vassallo. Wilder's plan is to follow Vassalro after he is defeated. They must come out , Follow up and you will know what Diamanti's purpose is.

"Vasaro is not weak. Diamanti should have some backhand or hole cards that can completely dominate Vassaro." Wilder was thinking. In order to avoid standing in front of the window for too long and attracting attention, Wilder simply A swamp gecko was released to guard the window to monitor everything for him, while he himself went back to bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Time passes quietly

Wilde opened his eyes at : in the morning.

Vassallo and the escort just appeared together, right at the main entrance of the casino.

Wilder didn't get off the bed, and the scene outside completely entered his mind through the swamp gecko.

The two walked in through the main entrance without bringing any soldiers, and the people belonging to the casino outside surrounded the door tacitly.

Wilder didn't know what was going on inside for a while, so he could only wait.

Light a cigar and wait for the time to pass amidst the smoke.

For about half an hour, a dull explosion sounded from inside the casino, and it sounded like an explosion from one of the innermost rooms.

Wilder drove directly to the window, opened the curtain slightly, and looked across.

After the explosion, thick black smoke could be clearly seen coming out of the opposite casino, and there was a faint flash of fire.

"Are you taking action?" Wilder was not sure what was going on inside, and kept his eyes fixed on the main entrance of the casino.

There was silence for a long time after the explosion, and then there was the sound of beating that lasted for about half an hour, and then it fell into silence again.

Not long after, the door opened.

The figure of Diamanti appeared first.

"Yeah." Wilder's eyes flickered in the room. In his sight, Diamanti's body was stained with some black ash. It should have been affected by the explosion, or it was just rubbed when he came out. It was basically invisible. Are there any injuries on his body?

What surprised Wilder was that when Diamanti came out carrying Vassallo like a dead dog, there was actually a person coming out behind him.

That first guard beside Vassallo just now

Gang stood behind Diamanti with a calm expression, guarding Diamanti just like he had guarded Vassallo before.

"Did that guy betray him or was he Diamanti's person from the beginning?" Wilder watched all this from the crack of the window, and he was more inclined to the latter.

"Let's go quickly, the young master is very concerned about this matter. Just now, whether you can become a member of the Don Quixote family depends on you this time. At least so far, you still make me very satisfied. Trust me , When this matter is completed, you go back with me, the young master will definitely welcome you." Diamanti said while carrying Vassalro forward.

"I know, I don't think I will live up to the young master's expectations." Gang just behind him nodded and followed without a word.

As the two talked, they walked farther and farther, and their direction seemed to be the manor.Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, Wilder flickered a few times before disappearing into the room.

Only the door swayed slightly, as if being blown by the wind.

Diamanti and Gang headed towards the manor, followed by a group of soldiers brought from the casino. The town was silent in the early morning, and a group of people were walking.

I don't know what I just remembered, and suddenly said in a buzzing voice: "The night before yesterday, a killer came to assassinate Vassallo."

"Oh" Diamanti turned her head and looked back at Gang with some interest.

"Although the assassination failed, he was allowed to run away. The strength shown by that killer is one of the best among the killers I have ever encountered." Just as he said that, there was a hint of coldness on his calm face. Smile: "I guess he will come again, maybe"

"Maybe"

"If it hadn't happened now, I guess he would come back, but I don't know when. If it were now, he might have taken action earlier, in this early morning." Gang's face was not arrogant, but his tone was calm with a kind of certainty. .

"Really?" Diamanti glanced at him: "Since you said so, it seems that you are sure."

The two stopped talking and continued walking.

Wilder waited until they were out of sight before starting to follow.

There is no need to worry about any ambush at this time. The whole town is not small and connected in all directions. Wilder does not follow a straight route, so there is no need to worry about this at all.

The only thing to worry about is being discovered by Diamanti and Gang.

"What is the use of taking away Vassallo's "body"?" Wilder has been thinking about this problem. The body is not a real corpse. Vassallo is not dead, but just fell into a coma. This can be observed. out.

"There is too little information to know." For the sake of safety, Wilder also hoped to obtain some information along the way, releasing dozens of swamp cockroaches, controlling them like Diamanti and Gang Chasing in the direction of the enemy, while he himself followed at a distance behind.

Wilder kept a distance of about three hundred meters from the swamp cockroach, which was the limit of what he could do.

But now, this distance is just enough for him to safely "overhear" the conversation between Diamanti and Gang.

Swamp cockroaches don’t need to be afraid of being discovered, unless it is very close and bright enough, otherwise it is difficult to find that cockroaches walking at night are made of swamps.

Following along the way, he soon left the town and was about to enter the aristocratic area.

Soon, Wilder's eyes lit up. He had waited for a long time and finally heard useful information.

"I see." With a smile on Wilder's face, he finally understood why Diamanti and Gang didn't directly kill Vassallo. It was because Vassalo put the thing they longed for. In an underground training room, if you want to enter, you can only verify and identify it with Vassalo's eyes. Forcibly breaking the access control will cause a big explosion, and the things inside will also be wiped out.

And Diamanti was careful about the dead eyes, so he decided to save Vassallo's life first. After arriving at the destination and opening the gate, Vassalro would be useless.

"Cultivation Room"

Wilder was thinking about what needed a training room, keeping his footsteps away from Diamanti and Gang in front, so that they would not appear in each other's sight.

“Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah”

Wilder was thinking, when the phone in his arms rang, he took a look, it was Dana calling.

Frowning and glanced at the distance, Wilder thought for a while, and chose to connect.

"Kacha."

"Boss, I just found out what you mentioned to me, about power spinach."

Dana's soft voice came from the other end of the phone. Wilder's eyes slowly opened wide as he listened.

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