The next day.

Leon forced himself to get up early in the morning - undercover work running around easily develops the habit of getting up early.

Although the biological clock would disturb her wake-up time when she first arrived in this country, she is now completely accustomed to it.

What's more, today is a special and important day.

Leon turned over and got out of bed, tidyed up a little, and planned to spend the day peacefully at home.

But then she suddenly remembered that she still had a fruit stall to open.

Although the stall had no money to make, and it was not helpful to undercover tasks and organization tasks, she liked to enjoy this kind of life in the downtown city from the beginning, and money and tasks didn't matter at all.

soon.

Riding a bicycle through the crowded streets, Leon came to his stall near his stall.

But then, she stopped and stopped her bicycle.

Something is not right.

Leon frowned.

The fruit stall, which was not very popular on weekdays, was surrounded by thick crowds, blocking her vision.

"Borrowed."

It didn't take long to park the bike, and after Leon parked his bike, he struggled to cross the crowd.

Then, when she could see the scene of the fruit stall, she was a little stunned in a very short moment.

First, the door disappeared.

The roller shutter door was lifted up high, and I could not see anything complete from the dilapidated store door below.

All kinds of fresh fruits were overturned and trampled on the ground, and they were messy.

Not only were there a lot of shoe prints and broken glass on the ground, but other things in the stalls were also destroyed.

——The wallpaper and floor were peeled off, the electronic scale was smashed, the chair was turned into two halves, and the glass coffee table was broken into pieces.

Obviously, after Leon closed the store and returned home last night, an attacker came to her door and turned her stall into such a miserable situation for venting anger or other purposes.

besides.

There was an oven in the middle of the stall, with traces of being burned by fire remaining.

Sweet cakes and snacks sprinkled all over the floor, a figure next to him, his head was bleeding, trembling slightly, and he lay down on the ground with a convulsion.

Leon felt his heart tighten.

That was the injured Gisber.

Judging from this result, the attacker should have come not long ago. Gisber, nearby, was implicated in order to stop them. Not only was the entire oven burned down, but the person was also beaten up.

But who did all this?

Leon thought in his mind.

"Wow, it seems that something is wrong."

"I don't know whose stall this is, it's actually smashed so badly."

"It must be someone who offended? Otherwise, I wouldn't have done this."

"Have you notified the police yet?"

The chattering of the people around her made her unable to calm down and think.

What's more, the innocent Uncle Gis was implicated by herself, which made her feel a strong sense of guilt.

"call……"

Thinking of this, Leon took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd, stepped on the glass fragments all over the floor, walked towards Gisber expressionlessly, and squatted down.

"Uncle Gis!"

Leon didn't even look at the mess around him, so he helped Gisber up.

She did not seem to express any special emotion or concern about the destruction of her fruit stall as a virtue.

"Miss Leon."

Gisber looked up and saw Leon.

His voice was weak, and the blood from his head was dry.

The part of the skin that was green and purple was obviously hit and kicked.

Leon felt the speed of qi and blood flow in his brain accelerated, so he couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm down: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"There is no need for the hospital. It's just a little bit of a minor injury. I'll just bandage it when I get home."

Gisber struggled to stand up and laughed bitterly, "And, you should need to care more about your own stall than my worthless old bone, Miss Leon..."

"It's okay, you can reinstall the stall when there is no stall. If there is a problem, it won't work." Leon's voice calmly, "I'll send you home, Uncle Gith. Now I want to know what happened."

As she said that, she didn't care about her messy stall, supported Gisber and walked out of the crowd without looking back.

On the way, Gisber took a few breaths and briefly told her what happened this morning.

The whole process is similar to what Leon thought.

A group of gangsters came to her door with great fanfare, trying to cause trouble for her, but no one saw her, so they had to smash her fruit stall to vent their anger.

Gisber, who was setting up a stall next to him, tried to stop the group of people, but was also burned to the oven and knocked down in the fruit stall.

As for the identity of the group of people who are in trouble, it is said that they are from the Greyward family.

Here Leon pinched his chin and recalled it a little.

The drunken Royd she met yesterday also seemed to have the surname Greyward.

Could it be that it was because he was taught a lesson on the bridge that the other party sent someone over here this morning and smashed his stall?

If this is true, it will be enough to hold grudges.

A big man is so obsessed with such a small mind. He failed to catch up with him and was just a little warned by him. He even wanted to find an opportunity to take revenge.

The stingy man who is stingy makes her most disgusted.

Leon sighed.

To be honest, it doesn’t matter if the stall was smashed, but it’s even more painful to let innocent civilian old friends take the blame for her.

Especially today is an important day, Leon does not want to cause trouble today at all, and does not intend to call the police again, causing trouble or something.

“…”

Gisber's home is not far from it, located in an old-fashioned residential area, surrounded by residents who have no money to exchange for new houses.

After walking around several small buildings with good locations, Leon, under the command of Gisber, walked around east and west, and came to a not-so-desirable residence.

She knocked on the door a few times, but no one responded for a long time.

"Use the key to open, Maga is not at home today." Gisber handed over the key at this time.

Leon nodded, she knew that Maga was Gisber's daughter.

Although I have never met you, I have heard the other party mention the name many times.

Since my daughter is not at home, some things are much more convenient.

After opening the door and entering the house, Leon simply treated Gisber's wounds and bruises, and then bandaged them with the bandage at home.

The whole process is very professional.

Gisber was a little surprised: "Miss Leon, I didn't expect you to be so good at your skills. Have you learned nursing before?"

"Well, that's right." Leon didn't say much.

After all, she is an excellent agent of the German Federal Intelligence Agency, and her professional medical knowledge must be mastered.

The bandaging technology is just a trivial drizzle in this knowledge and is not worth mentioning at all.

On the other side.

Seeing that Leon didn't reveal much, Gisber began to worry:

"But Miss Leon, I didn't expect you to offend the powerful people of that big family..."

"If they come to cause trouble next time, it's probably not just about smashing fruit stalls."

Hearing his worried words, Leon smiled disconcertedly.

"It's okay, I'll be careful."

"Uncle Gis, please rest assured to recover from your injuries. I'll go back and clean up the stall first."

Seeing that Leon didn't care at all, Gisber had to worry.

When he heard that the other party was going back, he couldn't help but stand up and stop her and said:

"Let's go after having a cup of tea, Miss Leon."
To be continued...