Chapter 2107: The black market is really black

McGonagall added what happened last night, and the intensity was as intense as that of Changwei.
In the end, he still excused himself to go to the Yamen to record his confession, so he was able to withdraw from the enthusiastic crowd.
There are guests who often drink at Saipan Pub these days at the Yamen of the Ministry of Law, who recognize McGonagall.
There is also the relationship of Duke Abraham, so he did not embarrass him, went through the process of recording a confession, and praised him by the way.
"Boss Hades, if you have any news about this case today, please contact us in time." The staff sent McGonagall to the door and exhorted: "Also, you should also pay attention to safety."
"Okay, thank you." McGonagall nodded, and then left.
The mob is still locked on the roof of his house. He got some information about the black market from him last night.
After five streets and turned into an alley, McGonagall had changed his outfit when he came out of the other opening, and became a fat, round man with a big beard.
This appearance is also a bit delicate, the nickname Kabas, is a ruthless character on the black market, but unfortunately he is a stutter, and there are not many ruthless words.
Before going to the black market, McGonagall found two more intelligence agencies and spent money to buy some information about the black market.
The black market is a secret organization in the underground world of Luodu City.
People trade here in invisible light, slaves, lives, elves... As long as you have money, the black market can meet all your needs.
This black market is not only famous in Luo, but even in the entire Nolan continent.
It is said that the black market has a secret relationship with the royal family of the Luos Empire, so it has been entrenched in the underground world of Luodu City for so many years, as stable as an old dog.
This huge underground organization does not have a huge headquarters, but has many scattered strongholds distributed throughout Luodu City.
Holders of black market tokens will obtain permission to enter the stronghold and can entrust the black market to issue tasks or undertake tasks issued by others.
For the sake of safety, McGonagall did not directly use the token of the giant man last night, but bought a new token from the intelligence office, which is equivalent to obtaining a new identity in the underground world.
Anyone can accept the tasks of the black market without any restrictions. They only care about the results and commissions.
This is undoubtedly good news for McGonagall.
McGonagall went to the nearest black market contact point.
It was a rather run-down bungalow. After showing the dog tag and entering, he brought a torn mask on his head, and followed a small man covered in black robe into the underground passage.
After a long passage, a rather spacious hall appeared.
There are a lot of people in the hall, they look quite sturdy, with obvious characteristics, and the mask on their faces is just a decoration.
I want to make a name, so I usually dress myself up special, and it is best to be thrown out as soon as I appear.
For example, McGonagall was attracted by the girl in front with the huge sunflower on her shoulder, thinking that the seeds are peeled off, is the kernel bigger than the walnut kernel?
The wall on the side was covered with handwritten task lists, and most of the people in the hall huddled in front of the task bar, considering what tasks to receive.
There is a wooden sign beside the task list. Taking the wooden sign is equivalent to accepting the task. There is only one task quota for a contact point.
So when some high commission tasks appear, it is not uncommon to fight for the task.
McGonagall also stepped forward and glanced at him. The missions are all sorts of weird, and the killers can account for one-third of them. There are also various beast cubs, elf maids, lady succubus, goblin loli...
Wait, this guy's taste is a bit special in the end?
McGonagall retracted his gaze and walked straight to the task exchange hall on the side.
Opening the black curtain, a passage appeared. Two men in black robes stood in front of the passage, reaching out to stop McGonagall.
McGonagall took out a black token from his arms and threw it directly.
One of the black-robed men took the token and checked it, nodded, handed it back, and let the way go, indicating that McGonagall can pass.
At the end of the passage was a black iron door, McGonagall walked to the door, and the iron door slowly opened inward.
Inside the door was a shop window. On one wall, there was only a human-sized hole. The back of the hole was pitch black, and a wooden stool was placed in front of the window.
"What mission did our brave mercenary accomplish?" A hoarse voice came from behind the hollow.
"Tie a woman." McGonagall sat down on the wooden bench and threw the token into the black hole casually, but his eyes were on the dark hole carefully.
Naturally, the office cannot be completely dark, it is just a high-level blindfold.
"Okay, please wait a moment, we need to verify it." A hoarse voice sounded, and then there was no sound.
About fifteen minutes later, the hoarse voice rang again, "Wait a long time, after our verification, the owner of the Titan Tavern was indeed taken away. It seems that she is in your hands.
But one of the tasks is to burn the wine cellar and tavern. Unfortunately, you didn't complete it. According to the rules, you can only get half of the commission. "
"I...obviously...clearly set the fire." McGonagall spit.
"Oh, you set a fire, but you were killed by the owner of the tavern opposite her. If necessary, you can post a revenge mission here." A slightly lighter voice came from inside. .
"No... no need." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, this black market... really good at doing business?
"This is a deposit of 250,000 yuan, as well as the delivery address and time. We will notify the employer, but we cannot ensure that you can get the rest of the commission." A black purse and a sheet were handed out from the black hole. paper.
"Good." McGonagall grabbed the heavy purse and the piece of paper, got up and left.
Out of the black market, McGonagall found an alley and opened the purse and took a look. They were all golden dragon coins, two hundred and fifty.
Then he opened the piece of paper, and it said: There is a broken brick house at the end of Tulou Lane in the west of the city.
McGonagall put away the paper, put away the pretense, stopped a carriage in the alley, and went straight to Tulou Lane in the west of the city.
"Here often I can't even see a person, but there are a lot of scumbags. What are you doing here?" The coachman took McGonagall's money, looked at the dilapidated alley, and asked.
"Come and meet a friend." McGonagall smiled and jumped out of the carriage, watching the carriage leaving quickly, and walked towards Tulou Alley three streets away unhurriedly.
To the west of the city is the slum of Luodu City, and Tulou Alley is even more remote. The dilapidated streets are full of broken walls on both sides, and the roads are covered with weeds, making them inaccessible.
It was obviously not the first day that the other party had made such an idea to find such a remote place in Luodu City.
McGonagall flipped through several courtyard walls and came to the courtyard at the end of Tulou Alley, instead of walking directly into Tulou Alley.
"Nobody?" McGonagall stood suspiciously, standing outside the courtyard for a while.
"It's interesting, it seems that you still have to do a fake show to get the snake out of the hole."