Chapter 130
Five in the morning.
The night is getting colder.
Even if the heating is hot, the air in the hotel is still as cold as an ice cave.
At this time.
Cole, who was sleeping in his clothes, suddenly opened his eyes, took out the dagger from the real dream, and suddenly rolled over and pressed the person who appeared in front of him most of the night to the ground.
Raised the dagger and stabbed it decisively.
But the people under me hurriedly yelled.
"It's me!"
The dagger was replaced with a nuclear flashlight, and the lights were turned on. Only then did Cole see who the sneak attacker was.
Milk has long white hair and a tiny mole under his left eye.
That strange witch who is beyond ordinary beauty, Hayley · Jonny.
"Why are you here?"
Get up and pull her up.
"One thousand pounds, someone bought the lives of the three of you, Cole, so I'm here."
Sit down to the bed.
The witch continued, "Don’t look at me that way, dear Mr. Cole Walker, although I can’t deal with you, it doesn’t mean I’m weak, okay?
I am the most famous in the underground bounty killer business. It is no surprise that they found me."
"So?"
Cole lowered his head and lit a cigarette , Stroked the messy big back with his left hand.
Hayley shrugged, stretched out his hand helplessly, and said, "So, am I here? Although your relationship with me...may be so good, but it's one Thousands of pounds.
Even if the mission fails, there will be a deposit of one hundred pounds. Why not do it?"
Cock your legs and don't treat yourself as an outsider at all.
The witch put a hand on the bed, said with a smile, "Let’s talk, who did you offend? A thousand pounds is not a small sum."
From Pull out a chair from under the table and sit on it, Cole indifferently said, "Who hired you?"
"A middleman, but I can't tell you who he is, basic professional ethics."
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Professional ethics?
Cole smiled.
Take out a thick stack of Western pounds, and stack them on the table, "Now?"
The look in the eyes of a person who loves someone can’t be concealed anyway, just like Hayley is dead. Staring at the western pound on the table, even the saliva almost came out of the corner of his mouth.
"...You are insulting a professional killer, old friend."
Slap.
A thick stack of Western pounds slammed on the table again, "Is it enough?"
As if stuck by a magnet, Hayley swallowed and looked away with difficulty. Going to Cole's face, he noticed the indifferent look of the man in front of him.
She knew it was time to accept it.
Hurry up and hug all about one thousand pounds in his arms, said with a smile, "Gonna, a bald Old Guy, it will appear in Downing Street 120 every morning at 8 o'clock. In the antique shop on the 2nd.
Don’t say it was me."
Then she filled all the money into her purse that was dissatisfied no matter how it was packed.
Blow Cole a kiss before leaving.
"See you next time, rich demon-hunter, MUA"
Following.
It turned into a shadow and disappeared in the hotel.
As far as Imperial Capital can be found by her, Cole is not surprised at all. Fortune-telling and prediction are the usual methods of witches.
2nd day dawn.
Hardy and Carl have no idea what they have already walked on the brink of death.
According to the original plan.
The three are going to take the town bus to Sindas.
However, waiting at the station until ten o'clock in the morning, no bus driver was willing to take them to Sindas, the evil land abandoned by the empire.
Even if Cole offered to increase the toll by ten times, he was still rejected.
Roll down the car window.
The bus driver, who is about fifty years old, shook his head slightly and said to the three in an admonishing tone, "Are you explorers and reporters? I'm not interested.
Anyway No matter what your reasons are, don’t go to Sindras.
There are more cultists in that ghost place than rats in the sewers. If they get caught by them, be careful to drain your blood. Go to sacrifice to Evil God."
Roll up the window, and the bus driver stepped on the accelerator.
The old town bus slowly disappeared on the snowy road.
Hardy took a map purchased at a convenience store and said helplessly, "Boss, what do you do next? From Manchester City to Sindas, there is at least eighty kilometers away. There is no car. We are impossible to rush over."
Carl frowned.
"Hardy, the car is not a problem. The problem is that without a local guide, we are impossible to find the way to the past."
"Do you have a way to get a car?"
"Manchester City should have a company that sells cars. I remember Horch has one here. Just buy one."
I heard Karl's voice as it should be.
Hardy opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a while.
Based on his understanding of life, it is difficult to associate an expensive car with tools that can be bought casually and thrown away after use.
"The boss..."
Cole held the right hand that was frozen due to smoking and put it in his coat pocket, indifferently said, "Let’s go, buy a car first, I'll figure out how to get things done with the guide."
Stunned for a moment.
The little man touched his head, folded the map into the lined pocket, and said to himself, "It's nice to have money..."
Horch Motors Manchester City Branch.
At a glance, I can see that Cole and Carl’s expensively dressed managers warmly entertained them and promoted the five most expensive models in the shop.
Among them is the One Duke of Horch.
After a courteous introduction.
But I heard that Karl wanted to buy the cheapest truck.
The face of the professional manager suddenly collapsed, and after a while resigning, he threw the three of them to the shopping guide in the shop, and didn't bother.
Considering the long distance.
Compared with style and price, Carl, who knows cars best, naturally considers power performance.
Finally, at the price of three hundred and ten pounds, I bought the Horch Lynx with a rugged shape and large cabin space.
In order to prevent the anchor from breaking down halfway, Karl bought a set of important replacement parts and two sets of professional tools.
Fill up the fuel tank and prepare three gasoline drums.
Purchase enough cold supplies, food, and gas stoves.
To solve the tool problem, the rest is to find a qualified local guide.
The specific process is not difficult.
As long as the price is right, someone will always go to Sindas for the huge sum of three hundred pounds.
At 12:15 in the morning, everything is ready.
Two cars headed north for Manchester City.
Leading the way is a thin, sneaky youngster.
The three of them are not interested in how his car came from.
As long as there is no fraud on the road, three hundred pounds will go to him.
About 30 kilometers out of Envoy Mo, I passed the last village that could be supplied. The road was interrupted and the wilderness in the distance was covered by pure white snow. It was extremely dangerous to drive in rashly.
This time.
The young man who led the way suddenly stopped, walked to the back and knocked on Cole’s car window. He showed black and yellow teeth when he spoke. He was frowned, "You can see the road conditions in the distance. The price is only three hundred pounds. I can take you here."
The implication: add money.