Chapter 182: A secret

Heart four, square q, spade q, these are the cards that Krasnov placed on the table. As for the cards that are covered at the bottom and only exposed on the back, it is a Hearty Heart q.

On the other hand, Graina on the opposite side, the three upward cards are Red Peach 2, 3, and 5. Only she knows the most.

There are not many chips piled on the table, probably less than 300 Sosbian dollars. Obviously, the purpose of the two people is not to win money, but to compare and test each other's strength through this extremely special way.

As a stack of chips was thrown to the table, the last card was distributed from the dealer. Krasnov held his hand and sat leisurely on the chair without stretching out his hand to flip the cards. He also knew that what he was sending him was a plum blossom q. As for Grena opposite, he got a spade j.

The perception and speed of evolutionary people are far greater than that of ordinary humans. As early as when the dealer was reshuffling, Krasnov had already seen the size and position of each card. Inferred in order, he could infer that in addition to the spade j that Grena had just obtained, the other trump card was the sixth of the heart. A miscellaneous card against his own one-stop will undoubtedly lose.

Krasnov opened the plum blossom Q in his hand and looked at Grena with an interest. The gambling watchers around the table were in a big uproar. It was rare to dare to take the initiative to turn out three Q cards, and the meaning of the representatives was obvious. People with a little common sense of gambling were very clear. If such a card was turned on, it would be either a gourd or a four-headed card.

Grena had a bright smile on her face. She didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with such a card. She clamped a overturned card in front of her with her slender fingers, rotated it 180 degrees in the air, and gently placed a "six" with a red mark on the table, and stood side by side with the other three reds.

"It seems that I'm lucky today-"

Krasnov laughed happily and narrowed his eyes to glance at Grena opposite him. With a bit of smugness and satisfaction, he picked up the corners of the cards with his thick thumb, ready to find his last red card. He did not intend to continue to increase his bet. This was a game. Although he was not sure why Grena appeared in such a place, because he was once a colleague of "Claws", Krasnov did not want to embarrass this woman.

The corner of the trump card had just turned one third, and the smile on Krasnov's face suddenly stiffened. He was surprised to find that the last red card disappeared at some point, and replaced by an extremely eye-catching black j. Although he didn't know whether it was a spade or a plum blossom, Krasnov lost interest in continuing to watch. Moreover, he was 100% sure that the damn card in his hand was the plum blossom j that should have been given to Grena.

He was a little stunned. The card was lost inexplicably. Obviously, Grena made a secret move, but how did she do it? With the one-star parasitic strength that Krasnov possessed, she didn't notice at all.

A huge chill rose from the bottom of my heart, and Krasnov suddenly discovered that the rumors about Grena might not be as unfounded as it sounded. This woman was indeed very scary. It felt like she was bitten by a leech, but she didn't know when this little thing that died of being killed as soon as she was pressed to climb onto her body.

Grana smiled and found her trump card, which was the inexplicably missing Red q, plus the four cards that had been opened on the table, forming a beautifully-looking flush.

After taking a deep look at Grena who was holding all the chips in front of her, Krasnov picked up the last few chips on the table, said nothing, tilted his neck to drink the remaining wine in the cup, and turned around and walked out of the crowded crowd.

...

Walking out of the casino gate, a cold wind came to his face. Krasnov raised his coat and collar, turned around and approached the corner of the wall next to him, took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit it in the safe haven created by his body, took a deep breath, and slowly walked under a roof opposite the casino, leaning against the cold and stiff stone wall, and glanced back and forth at everyone who walked out of the casino with a sharp look.

Half an hour later, Graina's figure finally appeared in his sight. To Krasnov was that she was surrounded by an old man with half-bald hair, short, and very vulgar facial features. Especially the face occupied by wrinkled skin, it seemed to be enough to become Graina's grandfather. The old man followed her step by step, and seemed to be full of great concern and enthusiasm for Graina, but in the eyes of others, she looked like a cockerel who was eager to mating and was desperately showing her beautiful feathers to the female object.

Grena showed no boredom or anger at all for her followers. She took graceful steps and walked slowly towards the direction where Krasnov was. It seemed that she was very satisfied with the lustful man next to her.

"Damn it, is that guy her lover?" Krasnov looked at the scene in amazement, and the cigarette between his fingers almost fell to the ground.

Just as he was malice imagining what kind of substantial connection the couple had, Grena suddenly grabbed an empty bottle of wine that had been drunk next to him, and smashed it hard on the old man's bare head.

Glass flew everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and a bright red flower immediately bloomed above the old man's head. He hugged his head tightly, and while wailing in his mouth, he did not forget to curse desperately in the most vicious words. Two strong men with solid muscles ran past him, blocking Grena's way from both sides.

Krasnov shook his head, held the cigarette in his arms and held his chest. He was not ready to interfere, nor did he want to do it.

"I'm not a place for you to go wild, if you like violence, I have a big bed there, enough for you to play with any tricks-"

A particularly strong man walked up to Grena, looking up and down with unscrupulous eyes, without hiding the burning desire in his eyes.

These men are patrol personnel of Yinyue City Security Bureau. According to regulations, Grena, who took action first, must be taken back for interrogation. Of course, as for what the interrogation process looks like and the final result, only the specific handling personnel will know. This kind of thing may be just accidental, but it cannot be completely eliminated in any era. Although Yinyue City has laws and regulations under the governance of Lin Xiang and the Management Committee, in the final analysis, it is still an integral part of the wasteland world.

Grena raised her head, looked up at the strong man who was a whole head higher than her, pointed to Krasnov who was standing opposite her, and smiled and said, "You should ask him for his opinion on this matter first."

Everyone's eyes instantly gathered on Krasnov, which made him feel very uncomfortable. After cursing in his heart, Krasnov frowned and took out his mercenary identity certificate from his arms, handed it to several men and shook it, grabbed Grina's hand, pulled her out of the crowd, and quickly disappeared under the gaze of countless eyes.

...

"What exactly do you want to do when you come to this place?"

In a secluded alley, the angry Krasnov threw Grena in his hand heavily. However, he did not hit the wall under the drive of inertia and force as he imagined. Instead, he made a bent body and knee-to-holding action in mid-air, drew a beautiful arc, and with the help of the power of his legs and feet, he kicked back from the opposite wall and landed steadily more than two meters away from Krasnov.

"I should ask you this question-"

Grena burst out with a crisp smile: "Why are you hiding here again under the famous "Claw" company, a powerful parasite? Is it because of that beautiful barmaid? Or is it satisfied with playing poker with ordinary people and making a few insignificant bills from their hands? Haha! This is not like your previous style."

"Shut up, it has nothing to do with you-"

Krasnov's rough face turned red slightly. He interrupted Grena rudely and waved his fist irritatedly: "This is not where you should come, and I don't want to change my current life. If you say a few words to persuade me to go back, it's better to save your saliva. I like to stay here and never go anywhere-"

"The company will not let you go. A killer who surrendered in the face of the battle without completing the tasks assigned by the employer... Hehehehe! You should understand what I mean." Grena smiled coldly, raised her head, and used her strength to smooth her red hair.

Upon hearing this, Krasnov's face darkened. He took out a thick imitation "python" pistol from the inside of his coat as fast as possible, locking the sight tightly into the center of Grena's eyebrows.

"I don't want to kill you. Don't force me-"

His face became ferocious and ferocious, and his tone of speaking was cold and stern, but there was a hint of sadness that could be heard.

Grena put away all the expressions on her face and stood there quietly, without moving or speaking. After a long time, she sighed slowly: "Do you know? Actually... I envy you very much."

Krasnov raised his eyebrows, but the gun in his hand remained motionless.

"I've been following you for almost two weeks. Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in a muscular guy like you. I'm curious, what exactly attracts you here? What magic does this city have that makes a parasitic killer rather be hunted than go back to the company's headquarters to report?"

"What an honor!"

Krasnov asked mockingly, "So, what have you discovered so far?"

"I have nothing but seeing you have a happy and happy life."

Grana's beautiful green eyes flashed with emotion: "I feel envious of everything you have now, no, or jealous. If I had changed to the past, I wouldn't like the lifestyle of ordinary people at all. However, things were so wonderful. There was a warm atmosphere in the house of you and the barmaid. Watching her toast for you, pulling all the few steaks onto your plate, sitting on a chair to sew the holes in your clothes for you... Haha! How do you say it? I'm afraid you won't believe it. I suddenly want to try it. What would this kind of life look like?"

"...You should go find a man, a man who likes you." Krasnov's expression calmed slightly.

"I said, should you put away the gun first?" Grina looked at him with dissatisfaction, spread her hands and shrugged: "I don't want to fight with you."

Krasnov stared at her with a sharp gaze like an eagle. After a long time, he was sure that there was no sense of hostility from Grena. Then he slowly put away his gun and asked lightly: "What is the purpose of coming to me?"

"Investigate the relationship between you and the "Vulture Mercenary Group", and investigate the whereabouts of the high-level killer Chen Peng and a large number of "Jet" in his hands. Half a month ago, he suddenly lost contact with the headquarters of "Claws". The president and several senior deacons were very worried about the batch of goods in his hands. Not only me, but many people are looking for this guy who suddenly disappeared."

Grina was not speaking loudly, but Krasnov sounded deafening.

No one knew Chen Peng's whereabouts better than him. In the office of the Lord of Yinyue City, he saw with his own eyes that the extremely powerful seven-star parasite was poured over by Lin Xiang with a bottle of medicinal wine. When he lost all his resistance, he was shot in the head.

It was from that time that Krasnov had an instinctive fear and blind obedience to Lin Xiang. An ordinary person killed a seven-star parasite. No one would believe such a thing when he said it, and he would even use it as a ridiculous joke to pass the time. But he saw it with his own eyes and experienced it with his own eyes.

Suppressing the fear of being ready to move in the thinking space, Krasnov pretended to be calm and took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled out one to light it, and glanced at Grena who was standing opposite him and asked, "How is it, have you found him?"

"No--"

Grena said frankly: "But this doesn't matter anymore. Maybe it's because I've watched too much about your family life during this period, and I don't want to go back to the company to continue working. I want to stay and try to live a life like you."

"My family life?" Krasnov was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What do you know?"

"You and that woman performed in bed very wonderfully, with all kinds of different poses and movements. Her moans were loud and you were full of energy. You had to do it at least four times a day, each time for no less than half an hour. I have never seen any woman get the full satisfaction in this regard. Haha! Maybe, this is the joy brought by life." Grena smiled, her words were presumptuous and bold.

"Hell--"

Krasnov murmured, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. Suddenly, he suddenly woke up and roared angrily: "You damn voyeur enthusiast--"

Grina was not afraid of the furious Krasnov, and her face continued to smile: "I forgot to tell you one thing--you're really white when you take off your butt, which is comparable to the woman named Sankia."

"Abnormal, madman--"

"Hahahaha! Before having sex next time, close the doors and windows first, and then check your room carefully. It's no harm-"

...

Lin Xiang doesn't like the Crescent City at all. It is full of strict rules. Although the people here maintain enough politeness and smiles, they don't feel the sincerity and feelings that humans should have. Perhaps, this is the biggest characteristic of cultivating people.

One night stay in a hotel is very cheap, and you only need five skeleton dollars to get ten minutes of hot water bathing time. This amount of money is undoubtedly a huge sum of money enough to last a week of life, but for people like Lin Xiang, it is really insignificant.

Gregory might still be asleep, the brandy bottle was very strong, and it felt uncomfortable to hit the head. Perhaps... he had suffered from a severe concussion and turned into a drooling idiot.

Of course, this is just Lin Xiang's malicious guess.

...

Compared to yesterday, Captain Soke's office seemed much refreshing. Although the room was still smoky, it was not as strong as it was suffocating. Perhaps he had noticed that nicotine stimulates nerves was not conducive to health, but Lin Xiang noticed that the bottom of the coffee cup placed in the office was thick residue, which was as dark as ink, and was almost solidified.

"I heard that you had a great time in the bar last night?" Captain Sock took back his eyes from the documents placed on the table and bet on Lin Xiang who had just walked into the room and was sitting opposite the table.

"That guy is a perverted gay guy-"

Lin Xiang knew very well that the Captain was referring to Gregory's incident. He did not intend to lie or try to cover up anything. All his actions in Crescent City were equivalent to transparency. Since no one went to the hotel to make trouble for him for the whole night, Captain Soke would never leave this issue until now to deal with it.

"Please note your words. Lieutenant Gregory is a skeleton knight, not what you call a gay man—"

Suddenly, the captain frowned, and his eyes emitted sharp and cold gazes. After a few seconds, it gradually faded, and his lips, which were deliberately pursed in order to maintain their seriousness, bent upwards. It seemed that he wanted to laugh, but he tried to resist changing his facial expressions... In the end, he, who had always been as rigid as a machine, finally couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!