"Don't wait for me, you go back to the company first." When they arrived at the destination, Ren said.
He put away his books, opened the curtains, and jumped out of the car.
Garcia on the carriage said a little tiredly: "Okay, boss."
It was already early in the morning when we arrived in Diramo. Under the bright moonlight, the streets were deserted.
Watching Garcia drive away in the carriage, Ren put his hands in his pockets and turned around and walked into the affair apartment.
He arrived at the underground floor with familiarity, pushed open the door, and entered the brightly lit mission hall.
The landlady Elena was wearing a floral skirt, holding a cigarette in her mouth, sitting on a mahogany chair, holding a pile of documents in her hand, and was looking through them.
"Ren, it's so late, what's the matter? Let me tell you in advance that I can't call a girl at this point."
Glancing up at him, Elena moved her lips and said hello.
"Girls can't scream, but we can still do business. Jobs that are more profitable than flesh and blood business have already been delivered to our doorstep." Renn said with a faint smile.
Without hesitation, he took out a few pieces of paper from his jacket pocket, handed them to Elena, and explained: "Drug lord Matt is a member of the Night Clowns. These are several of his contacts and a suspected stronghold.
The location information, I tonight..."
Ren spoke quickly and told the whole story. He had to hurry up, otherwise the news would be worthless.
After hearing this, Elena subconsciously licked her lips, a flash of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she immediately stood up from the chair.
Following Elena's movements, her hair moved automatically, her thick palms glowed with gray light, and she squeezed hard.
Boom─
A wave of air arose, and the rich bloody air spread. Gray lights swam in the air like fish, and finally converged on her palms.
Ren's eyes narrowed at the side. Although he looked ugly, this fighting master nicknamed "The Violent Ape" was much better than Marcelo.
Elena raised her slate-gray blurred wrist, and her vision there was distorted. She looked at Ren and said, "Are you just selling information? Don't you have any involvement?"
The Dark Night Clown is an underground organization that deals in gray businesses with huge profits. They are the real fat sheep.
"I don't have time now. The information fee can be cheaper, but I ask for a share afterwards." Renn pondered for a while and said.
It is not easy to hunt down the Night Clown. This organization is very powerful and has too many interests involved in it. There must be many master-level experts.
Matt is only responsible for selling drugs and does not belong to the core level of the organization. However, he can manage such a wide network of contacts and gather the resources to advance to the fourth level. It is not difficult to imagine how powerful the person who controls the supply channels can be.
Even if he is mixed in, it won't have much effect, but to the Demon Hunter Association, the Night Clown is still just a fat sheep.
Slightly surprised, Elena nodded and said: "No problem, follow the rules, provided there is something gained.
Time is running out, I need to recruit people now to cooperate with the 7th Bureau, and we will discuss the remuneration later."
After saying that, she walked to a counter and pressed her palm on a white metal ball, causing an invisible ripple to spread.
Half a minute later, a rush of footsteps came from the corridor. Apparently, many people gathered outside.
"Cooperating with the 7th Bureau? I thought the association would act alone." Renn said a little surprised.
Since you are cooperating with others, you will naturally have to share your interests.
Elena locked all the counters, turned off the chandelier, pressed her finger on a wall, and streams of gray light flowed into the wall.
White light lit up, and a lotus-shaped formation pattern appeared on the ceiling, slowly rotating.
Elena waved and motioned for Ren to go out with her. This mission hall would be temporarily closed.
The two walked out together, and she explained: "Don't underestimate the Night Clown. In addition to the members of the organization, there must be saints and many big figures behind this organization.
They may not end up personally, but they will definitely support some people and make huge profits for them."
Ren suddenly realized that this was the same as when he pushed Sigg to the stage, but those big shots were even more invisible.
Even if their agents are eliminated, they will not jump out and will only support another one. As long as they are concealed enough, no one will know the true identities of those big shots.
Perhaps some of the great nobles are one of them, and they may still have a great and upright image in the eyes of the world.
"However, those agents are not easy to deal with. In addition to them, there are also some tycoons who work in this business due to various problems.
Since Matt is dead, he may have alerted the enemy. If you want to follow the clues, it will be much easier to join the 7th Bureau." Elena added.
Ren pondered for a while, and he felt that Matt was no one's agent, he was doing this on his own initiative.
If this is the case, Thorns Security Company is lucky, at least it will not offend a real big shot. After all, it is not easy to support agents.
Although I'm not afraid of offending him, it's good to have less trouble.
The two of them left the mission hall. Dozens of extraordinary people wearing black trench coats were already standing on both sides of the corridor.
They are all checking the equipment meticulously and are on standby at any time. It must be said that the association is very efficient.
There are 30 second-level [White Hunters], 20 third-level [Black Hunters], and two [Demon Hunter Masters]. Of course, they are not all real demon hunters.
Ren sensed that there were at least more than ten extraordinary professions among this group of people, who could carry out various cooperation and have various tactics.
Shooters, mages, tanks, junglers...the locations are complete, this is a hunting team living in a love affair apartment.
Everyone looked at Renn. It was rare to see such a young master-level powerhouse, but no one knew him. Renn, the new member of the association, was also observing them.
A faint smell of blood filled the air, which was different from Randy's two new teams. This level of evil smell should be from the association's old establishment.
This was the first time that Renn felt the foundation of the association. This group of people must have experienced hundreds of battles and cooperated with each other tacitly.
This is just a three-star team. It is said that those five-star teams can hunt saints. You can imagine how terrifying it is.
"This is the Samsung Sanxing Team. This organization has a history of more than 500 years and is currently based in Diramo City." Elena introduced with a smile.
Ren nodded and stared at a thin-faced man who was wiping a cyan-painted Force firearm.
"Hello, young master. I am the vice-captain of the Sanguine Team, Matthew Anderson." Sensing Ren's gaze, he took the initiative to say hello.
"I'm Ren Ackerman, hello, Master Anderson." Ren responded with a smile.
The opponent is [Air Lock Gunner], whose strength is probably at the beginning of the fourth level, and he holds a masterpiece-level force firearm in his hand.
