King Snake General of Pirates

Seeing his surprise, Silena smiled sweetly and said: "These are just for you to see. Just remember the places they often go to. Of course, if you can write down all the contents with a photographic memory, I will I admire you very much."

With that said, before Hal could reply, she pulled out a stack of photos from the cabinet next to her.

"This is a photo of them. They all have their own characteristics. I believe you can meet a lot of them if you go to a higher-end place and walk around a few times."

Hal took the photos and looked at them. Each photo had a full-body photo of a person, and each person expressed a different feeling: "If it's just to make a big fuss to attract Balk's attention, I don't think there's any need to bother. Until you kill everyone."

"Try your best, none of them are good." Silena sat down again, then raised her head again and asked, "Are you leaving now?"

"Of course, it's best if the matter can be resolved as soon as possible. If we waste one more day, we don't know how many people will die."

Silena nodded in agreement, stood up, opened the cabinet, and took out a set of black casual clothes and a colorful and ferocious ghost mask from the middle compartment.

"Matthew has repeatedly told you to change your gear before going. His cautiousness is beyond my expectation, but...it is my honor to have such a reliable ally."

There was a flash of light in her bright eyes, and she chuckled: "Put it on, I wish you a successful return."

"Change here?"

As soon as he asked this question, Hal regretted it.

A hint of teasing flashed through Silena's eyes, her eyes wandered over Hal's body, and finally stopped on his face: "Why, your body is so precious that even just looking at it feels like a loss?"

Her quirky Hal has long been taught the lesson. One moment he may be serious, but the next moment he may become playful and unpredictable.

If it were a man who was plotting against each other and competing with each other in a battle of wits and courage, Hal would definitely use the shrewdest and most vigilant mind to deal with it.

But what he has to face is a girl who may change at any moment. Hal, who has not had much contact with women for more than twenty years, will feel at a loss all of a sudden.

Until the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Looking at Hal who said nothing, Silena shook her head boredly: "You are so boring, go and change, I won't peek."

Following the sound of footsteps, Hal arrived on the second floor of the tavern.

Perhaps because the weather has become colder, no one will come out to drink in such weather, so the entire second floor is empty.

After walking to a corner to avoid the wind, Hal began to change clothes.

Because his body is strong enough to withstand the cold, he usually only wears a thin black suit and a cloak of justice. He has to take off his clothes before changing into them.

After changing and walking towards the third-floor tavern with the clothes and mask he had worn before, Hal suddenly saw Silena sitting silently in the middle of the stairs, leaning her head on her right hand and looking at him.

"Didn't you say you won't peek?!"

"I'm not peeking. I'm here...well, let's get some fresh air." Silena stood up unnaturally on her hands and feet, turned around and ran to the third floor.

Come up to the stairs to get some fresh air. Someone will believe that there is a ghost!

Several black lines appeared on his face. After returning to the third floor, Hal put his clothes on the bed and saw a package next to him.

"You have a good figure." Silena sat on the stool and said with a smile.

……

After leaving the tavern, Hal carried a package containing a mask, photos and a dagger to the Southern Military District.

Since the identity cannot be revealed, the method of killing must be changed just in case, and the sharp blade is naturally the most convenient and sharpest one.

Although some parts of the Southern Military Region are slums, most of them are civilian areas with relatively affluent living conditions. Although commerce is not as good as that of the Eastern Military Region and Northern Military Region, it is still very developed compared to the Western Military Region.

Not to mention the main city close to the Montgomery Manor, the commander of the Southern Military Region, there are also large and small commercial establishments scattered around the edges of the city.

But now that the weather is getting colder, there are obviously fewer people coming out to have fun.

Just imagine, who doesn’t like to hide in a warm bed in the cold weather, grilling over the charcoal fire, drinking wine, and singing songs.

It's not really that good outside.

Of course, this is just the life of most ordinary civilians, excluding the gang members under Balk.

They chose to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade. While gaining a strong backer, they also had to perform their duties in all kinds of bad weather.

Whether it is maintaining the development of business or dealing with troublesome things or people, these are the responsibilities that gang members must perform.

now.

The wind outside is getting stronger and colder.

Accompanied by a whistling sound and a cold wind that seemed to sting the soul, a group of five people wearing cotton hats on their heads and wrapped like rice dumplings pushed open the door of a tavern and ran in with small steps.

"Hurry up, get a box of good wine, the most stomach-burning kind."

"Yes."

The tavern owner at the bar responded happily. There were not many people who could come over to take care of business in the cold weather. It was a joyful thing to have one in a day.

"Hurry up, don't waste time." The burliest man among the five yelled impatiently. His body was frozen stiff and he was in urgent need of strong liquor to warm his body.

"Damn."

"Boss really doesn't know how to be considerate of us. Such bad weather actually forces us to go out to collect protection fees. Wouldn't it be nice to let them pay the fees themselves?"

"Hey, don't say such things. The last person who said such things has been..." He didn't finish his words. His companions all knew the whole story and there was no need to elaborate.

They know very well what kind of person their boss is.

As the boss with thousands of younger brothers, without any iron-blooded means to establish his prestige, who would obey him.

Balke is the kind of ruthless person who kills people if they disagree with him. If you don't openly complain about him, even if you don't agree with Balke and make any suggestions that make him uncomfortable, you may be punished. Get rid of it.

Although the face of the man who was warned became ugly, he still muttered: "It doesn't matter, we are all our own people here."

The burliest man pouted behind him, and just then the tavern owner came over with a box of wine.

The five of them fell silent for a moment.

"Here we go, everyone." The business of the tavern is not good, so as the owner, you need to often establish close relationships with people, so that others may come back next time when they see this relationship.

Not everyone knows gang members, and there are not just a few people who collect protection money.

The tavern owner thought these five people looked familiar and thought they were civilians working nearby.

He said kindly: "The weather is getting cold. Let's drink more. It will be easier to work when your body is warm."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the five people not only did not thank him, but their faces darkened and their eyes became a little cold.

I thought that I felt uncomfortable being forced to do work by the boss, but you still asked us to work hard after drinking. You don't want to live anymore.

Just as the tavern owner turned to leave, the man who complained first slammed the table, making the tavern owner jump.