Chapter 358 Good News

Hannibal, panting, returned to the slums. When he saw Camus lying by the stove reading a book, he grinned.

"You are so leisurely."

Camus put down the meteorological books. He also felt that it was time to collect materials. His injuries were almost healed. He had been leisurely these days, but he had not forgotten the strange eyes and mouth at all. That thing was like a death warrant, and he could not help but pay attention to it.

"What's wrong? Panting like this? Was you chased by a dog?" Camus sat up straight and looked at Hannibal indifferently.

"It's okay. Today, a cat lady from another place was targeted. I took her to the church. How are you?"

Camus stretched his arms and stood up.

"Okay, do you have time? I'll take you to the Extraordinary Exchange."

"Exchange? I know that place. I bought the potion materials for Sequence One at the Jialan Exchange. Are you going to that exchange?"

"Jialan, help me move things. We're going to do something big tonight."

"Okay." Hearing that Camus was going to go out again, the breathless Hannibal came to life. He quickly followed Camus out of the slums. The two came to the Jialan Exchange. Since it was destroyed last time, it has been quickly reorganized. Camus bought all the potion materials and several intelligence for the "Windtalker" below, and then took Hannibal out of the city.

The carriage was running on the road. Hannibal drove the carriage and smelled the salty sea breeze and spoke in a low voice.

"Why are you going out of the city?"

"To buy elemental explosives."

"You're going to District 9? Sorry, they don't sell these dangerous items."

"Have you heard of smuggling? As long as there is profit, there is nothing that can't be bought. Besides, I don't want much." Camus spoke in a low voice, and Hannibal still shook his head when he heard it.

"Impossible, do you know why there are so few bombings in Bilin? It's because the Ninth District doesn't sell dangerous bombs to the outside world."

"Who said I'm going to buy from them?"

Hannibal was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Camus in confusion.

"Who are you looking for?"

Camus took out a piece of intelligence and spoke lightly. "Hugo Bintu, a former member of the Imperial Gunpowder Supervision Bureau, is now the smuggling king of gunpowder weapons and a principled weapons dealer."

Hannibal didn't know the person Camus was talking about at all, but he looked very powerful.

"Well, I hope so, but why did you buy gunpowder?"

"There are too many people in the club, I can't kill so many people, I'm going to try beheading directly."

"Hiss...you want to kill Hanni? Will it be too difficult?" Hannibal took a breath of cold air with a shocked expression, and then expressed his doubts with extreme excitement.

"How do you know if you don't try? If it doesn't work, I'll have to wait until I'm promoted. Besides, I don't plan to kill him." Camus spoke in a low voice. At this time, he pulled out the second piece of information about the power around Viscount Hanni. The exposed strengths include three stage three and one stage four. If he goes to this kind of power, he will die. However, Camus still has a way to deal with him. Don't forget that an extremely powerful makeup artist is asking for help from him. A formula allows him to assassinate these people. It's worth it.

"Then who are you going to kill with the explosives?" Hannibal was confused after turning around. Who is Camus going to kill with the explosives?

"Roy..."

"Who is Roy?"

"An old man, an old man hiding behind the scenes, he hid too deeply. If I hadn't seen this information today, I would have been deceived by him. His wife is a stage three puppeteer. Can you tell me under what conditions, an ordinary person can be on par with stage three? And I found something interesting." Camus looked at the third piece of information, and saw a name and a middle-aged man written on it, the former Minister of Finance, the President of the Imperial Commerce Association, the direct relative of the Queen of the Madikka Empire, Blue Glove Roy, this is a handsome man with some golden hair, his amber eyes, and a high nose. He looks like an absolute beauty. The man was quite different from the old man Roy, but one detail caught Camus' attention. The painting behind Roy was exactly the same as the one in his home, and his wife was the person in charge of the club in the Queen's block. In order to confirm his identity, Camus used a mirror to detect Roy's true and false in the exchange. He saw that Roy in the mirror looked exactly like the one in the photo, so everything could be explained. The club was opened by the Queen's faction, Hanni was the Queen's brother, and Roy was also a direct relative of the Queen. His wife controlled a club, and he changed his surname and hid it, secretly controlling everything. If he hadn't made a mistake, he wouldn't have suspected him, that is, he changed his surname but not his name.

"You're done." Camus saw the last introduction of the intelligence and showed a meaningful smile, "Sequence Nine Stage Three Punisher", although Camus didn't know how he hid his extraordinary aura, but as long as there was a target, it would be easy to say, this was really a pleasant surprise.

Thinking of this, Camus pulled out another piece of information. It said that Kumeng died, Jack of the New Dream was missing, the Sealed Object Eternalizer, the Slayer was missing, and the fake golden box disappeared. It clearly described everything about Helm's Deep. These good things made Camus think he was dreaming. One of his two mortal enemies died and the other disappeared. It was too good to be true.

"Is it true or false?" Camus was not dazzled by this Xirui, but the facts told him that it was true.

"This is too simple?" Camus silently took the information. If he hadn't bought Hanni's information today, he wouldn't have known such information.

"Mr. Conan, we've arrived at District 9." After a bumpy ride, Camus couldn't help but take a deep breath as he looked at the steel fortress in front of him. No matter how many times he had seen District 9's steel castle, it was still shocking, not to mention that this District 9's fortress was even larger than District 9 in Caldecott City. Under the towering steel fortress, dozens of meters high gates were wide open, and the heat waves were coming in, and the voices were boiling. Camus could vaguely see some new things through the tall gates, such as the bouncing steam machinery, the eye-catching bicycles, and the steam buses running on the tracks, all of which were not seen in Bilin City.

"Where are we going?"

"Behind Gate 8, the trading market."

Hannibal drove to Gate 8 of the market as soon as he heard it. After passing through the tall gate, Camus and Hannibal came to a place, a small shop with fresh vegetables in a hidden shop. Hannibal immediately looked at Camus suspiciously.

Camus smiled faintly, walked over and said a few words to the boss. After listening, he took the two people in and opened an underground passage for the two to enter.

"What did you tell him?" Seeing all this, Hannibal realized that the outside was a cover, and he asked curiously.

"It's very simple. I told him that I have money and I am the enemy of the club."

Hannibal was scared when he heard it. He looked around and looked at Camus with horror. Seeing his look, Camus laughed out loud.

"Hugo Bingo is a loyal believer in the Ninth District. They worship the new era, new laws, and new technologies. They hate the supporters of the old era. The club is a group of old-timers. Because of some restrictions, they cannot interfere in the affairs of the Madikka Empire. In a sense, I stand in the same camp with them."

"It's that simple?" Hannibal was stunned. It turned out that strictly controlled weapons were bought so easily?

"It's that simple." Camus smiled faintly. He pushed open the door in front of him, and the hot underground market was immediately imprinted in their eyes. Camus smiled at the grenades and guns with a metallic texture. He took Hannibal to squeeze through the crowd of traders and walked to a weapon shop that looked pretty good.

"No bargaining, no negotiation, no responsibility for some consequences after the sale, what do you want?" The owner of the shop was an old man wearing suspenders. He put down the gun in his hand after seeing Camus come in and whispered.

"I need elemental grenades, mines, bombs, do you have them here?"

The boss shook his head when he heard it, "Those are controlled items, we are not qualified to sell them, go over there and have a look."

Camus took Hannibal to look at the place where the old man pointed, only to see that there were no neatly arranged weapons there, but only a man sitting in a high-back chair drinking coffee, and in the window behind him were magic weapons emitting magic fluctuations.

"Sir, I need elemental bombs." Camus said politely, and the man glanced at him and shook his head.

"Elemental weapons are only sold internally, you can go now."

"Really? What if I say that I am an enemy of the Queen's faction?" Camus spoke immediately, his eyes were extremely sincere. Hearing this, the man suddenly remembered Hugo Bintu's "principle". Elemental weapons are only sold internally, but there is one exception, that is, the old nobles of the Queen's faction. As long as someone is an enemy of them, they can also secretly sell some weapons.

"How do you prove that you are an enemy of the Queen's faction?"

When Camus heard this, his face moved, and gradually a handsome young man appeared in his sight. The boss frowned immediately, and then looked at Camus with some surprise.

"Oh...it's you. We've heard that the Queens Club was destroyed by a makeup artist, Mr. Sherlock Conan. Your name is well-known. You did a great job."

Kames spread his hands and said, "Sorry...I have no other way to prove that I am from the Queens faction, but it's better this way. It's more convenient."

"You are so brave. They have spies here. Take the things and leave quickly. This time it is sponsored by us. I hope to hear the news of the club's destruction again." The man said lightly. He made way for Camus and grinned.

"Take as much as you can. I don't think you'll get this kind of luck next time. Take more elemental grenades."

"Okay."

The man on the side did not change his expression when he heard Camus' words. For some reason, the major forces would not interfere in the internal affairs of the empire, but would simply assist them in handling some supernatural events. They also saw what the club did, but they could only watch. After all, this was an internal struggle of the kingdom. They didn't expect that a fool would appear out of nowhere and destroy a club and kill several high-level supernaturals. Because the other party was a makeup artist, the club couldn't do anything about him. They didn't expect to meet him here.

"Take it... Go quickly. I wish you good luck. The other party dare not kill you in the ninth district, but it's hard to say after you go out." Seeing that Camus and the other party were full of elemental weapons and even had a grenade in their mouths, the man's mouth twitched and reminded him lightly.

"Don't worry, it's planned long ago. We'll leave first."