Kylot didn't want to kill these two people so early, but after subduing them in the elevator and conducting a simple interrogation, he determined that these two people were just intermediaries that could be hired on the market.

Such people collect money to help others conduct transactions. Their task is to put the target items in a designated location. In this process, the people who hire them do not even have to show their faces, they just need to collect things.

This trading method is indeed hidden. Because these people do not belong to any force and are randomly selected by intermediary organizations, they can guarantee that they will not be followed when they go out. If Kellot didn't know the exact trading time and trading location, he wouldn't have known that these two people who had never met before would be traders.

But now that he has found it, there is no need to say more. Although I can't know who the person behind it is, I finally got this text.

After riding a motorcycle to go home, Kylot suddenly braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed violently with the ground, bringing out a series of sparks.

"Does this guy have a grudge against me? He can almost bump into me every time."

Kylot touched his chin and put the suitcase that he almost threw out due to the emergency brake.

The Dark Knight has not heard of this recently. The government’s publicity is very good. If the Dark Knight can be caught after reporting, the reward amount will be very good, 50 gold coins!

People are ashamed. In the past, when someone saw Operation Dark Knight, many people would subconsciously help, and even if they couldn't help, they wouldn't report it. But now, this new reward is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for ordinary people, and the government's report also gave citizens a reason to report it.

The Dark Knight has become bad now, so what reason is there not to report him?

In general, the pot that Kylott had slapped the other party seemed to make it difficult for him to move now.

Of course, Kylot didn't feel any guilt. Who made him break in at that time? This is fate.

When he got home, Unita hadn't come all day today. He probably went back to his hometown. Kylot heated up the food she had prepared. After eating some, he walked to the workbench in the living room and opened the suitcase, and took out the blood text.

The text is really worn, but it is still well preserved. Although there are traces of fragmentation in many places, it can still be seen that someone has carefully sorted out the text and glued many cracks back.

Kylot carefully turned two pages, and if nothing unexpected happened, he could not understand the weird text on it.

He didn't know ancient philologists, but he could ask, and he had prepared for this. He opened the drawer under the workbench and took out a pair of myopia glasses, a piece of white paper and a sharpened pencil from it.

Xiliu jumped to the table at this time, stretched out his claws and pressed it on the back of Kylot's hand, whining in his mouth.

"I finished eating the potato chips I bought last time? Why is it so fast... Then use dried fish to replace them first. I will buy them at the station tomorrow. I have to work here and go to play next to me."

He pinched Xiliu's palm and patted its forehead again. Xiliu called out twice and turned to the kitchen where there were snacks in the cabinet.

Anling sat on the sofa and looked at the crystal screen. Recently, he fell in love with funny variety shows. Anling did not make any noise to disturb Kylot's work, but judging from the degree of his shaking of the black fog, the show should be very good.

If he covered the white paper on the text, Kellot drew it word by word. He couldn't translate it, so he could only use this stupid method to copy the next paragraph of text, and then use it for some experts in this field to study it.

This rubbing work is really troublesome. Fortunately, Kylot is patient enough. After spending an hour, he finally made a few pieces of paper in scattered manner.

Kylot decided to find someone to translate these pictures for the time being. In order to keep it confidential, he also disrupted all the words and planned to go to Ilgak and let the ancient philologists there see.

However, at this time, the storage of bloodline texts became a problem again, and it was inconvenient to carry them with them. Although this book was not big, looking at the broken appearance, Kylot was very worried that if he was accidentally beaten up when fighting with someone, if it was completely broken, he would not be able to fight back with his level.

"With it... I remember that there seems to be a personal storage room in the Special Operations Office, so it should be fine to put it there."

When Kylot was successful in his job, he received a locker key. He didn't pay attention to it when he didn't have anything to put. Now he thinks about it just comes in handy.

There is always no thief who will run to the main base of the Special Operations Department to steal things.

"Xiliu, let's go to the special operations base, I have to put something on it."

It's getting late now, and Kylot didn't have the intention to ride a motorcycle for half an hour. With the speed of the tidal current, it only takes 15 minutes.

He just wore a coat. He originally planned to take a bath and go to bed after printing, so he had already taken off all the equipment. He felt it was troublesome to put it on, so he finally decided to let the dark spirit stay and see the house.

He rode his motorcycle to the outside of Omtar City, then Xiliu transformed and rushed to the base of the Special Operations Office.

This is a place that is open all day, and there is no night break, and Kylot is still brightly lit when he arrives here.

“Where is the storage locker?”

Kylot took out his lieutenant's ID and asked the doorman's storage box where it was.

Not far away, Xi Liu turned back into a cat-like appearance and squatted on Kelot's shoulder and went in with him.

“15…f, is this?”

After looking at the number engraved on the key, Kylot tried to insert the key.

Click ~ The cabinet door is open.

Take out the blood text from the backpack behind you and put it in the storage locker.

"Kylot?"

"It's me."

Someone called his name behind him, and Kylot subconsciously responded. As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the wind behind him.

Someone actually dared to take action at the special operations office!

Since the opponent took action first, Kylot would definitely fight back. He turned around and punched him, and he would hit him on the calf on the back of his head.

"Who are you?"

Turning back, he saw a woman in training suit, he didn't know her.

"You bastard, you finally come to the base. Today I want to avenge my brother!"

"Your brother?"

God is pitiful, Kylot really doesn't know who the younger brother the woman in front of him is.

"Captain of the Three Teams! Baker Smith!"

"Oh... Then you're looking for the wrong person. He died in a mission. Half-giant killed him. What does it have to do with me? Your behavior is called venting anger, do you know?"

The answer to Kellot is another whip leg, which is even more powerful than before!

"I don't know what's wrong. It's not a problem to kill your brother!"

Kylot has never been a good person!
Chapter completed!