Chapter 535: Justin

"Now there is a demon from Parady Island standing in front of you!" I thought to myself, still smiling on my face: "Haha, that said, thank you so much, I will go to Justin "Please, sir." The strong man nodded friendly, "Don't forget your wine." "Santos, go and invite Mr. Justin over." I took the wine glass and turned my head and ordered, and gave the rum. Handed it to Santos, and sat down with Mikasa.
"Sir, are you looking for me?" Within a few seconds, Santos walked over with a man wearing a checkered shirt with messy hair and a sad face. He barely straightened his hair and looked at me and asked. "Mr. Justin, please sit down." I smiled and said with my palm over the chair opposite me, and didn't mind the way he was dressed up, "Dare to ask your name?" "Justin French." Justin became a little more energetic from a listless state. He wiped his eyes with his cuff and then replied, pulling the chair away and sitting down, "What do you want to know?"
"I think you should have heard all of our conversation just now. I want to know the specific battle between the Malais and the Middle East coalition forces on the front line. To be truthful and reliable, let’s talk about the price of this information." I sipped. After drinking, he tapped his finger on the table and said, "I don't have the latest information, sir, but I still have the situation of the past three days ago. If you need it, I can give this information to you for free." Justin said weakly. , I couldn't help frowning: "You should be an intelligence dealer, Mr. Francher, this is not like the professional ethics of an intelligence dealer."
"I'm indeed an intelligence dealer, but I'm almost finished. How much money I'm making now is of no use to a dying person. It's better to give the intelligence to you for free." Justin smiled bitterly, "Anyway... Yes, sir, if you have to count the price, then buy me a drink at the bar, I have no money." "Oh?" I suddenly became interested in Justin in front of me. This guy may be of great use. After all, we In Marais, the most urgently needed information is the most lacking, but I don’t know if he still has the value of trying to save him. "Bartender, another martini."
The brawny man silently poured a glass of wine and brought it to our table. I crossed my fingers and looked at Justin in front of me. After seeing him drank most of it in one sip, I said, "Then your Excellency Justin, do you mind sharing your story? Just to satisfy my curiosity." "Oh~, another glass of wine, if you want to hear it." Justin sighed, raised his head and drank the rest of the wine and said helplessly, I recruited the brawny He beckoned and refilled him with a glass of wine.
"I've met your requirements. Now it's time to talk about you, Justin." We squinted and said. Justin sighed and was silent for a few seconds before organizing the language. "As you see, I am A small intelligence dealer, who usually relies on buying and selling information and issuing commissions for others to live his life is pretty good, and he is mixed among the major forces here, and he did not offend anyone. But the bad luck is my bad luck. The information that Rumbah sold to the Federation last time made some mistakes in the details and the actual situation, but I am not really responsible..."
"What responsibility?" I interrupted Justin. "The enemies of the Federation launched an offensive five minutes early. My investigation afterwards was a temporary decision made by their boss, but the people of the Federation refused to listen to my explanation. , Because their leader's son was hacked to death in the melee, and they wanted me to be buried." Justin said angrily, "Now everyone I know refuses to help me, I'm done."...