Chapter 18 Snake Road and Rat Road

On Snake Road and Rat Road, most people rely on information to eat.

Although these intelligence officers active in Mad Hatter Town are far inferior to the behemoths of the Navy and Revolutionary Army who can play tricks on intelligence, they can also provide various conveniences.

In order to find out who killed his companions, Raglan could only pay for the help of these people.

The werewolf is said to be a guy with a stronger sense of smell than a dog.

That is, the cold man with sharp eyebrows and sharp mouth in front of him.

Sitting on the sofa, Raglan struggled to calm down.

When I thought of being touched by a wolf mouse just now, but I didn't realize it, I felt a chill in my heart.

This guy is obviously powerful, but he has to do this kind of work in a stinky ditch.

Raglan couldn't understand.

As soon as the two sat down, the taciturn bartender brought two glasses of wine in time, and then silently returned to the bar.

Werewolf stretched out his right hand with slender fingertips, and gently picked up the wine glass and played with it.

Without waiting for Raglan to express his intentions, he said to himself: "Ragren, the leader of the Sharp Bull Pirates, right? Although it was trivial last night, I still heard about it, so you want to entrust me. Find the murderer?"

Recognized by the wolf rat and guessed the meaning.

Raglan was not surprised.

In the field of intelligence, how can you go on without any ability?

On the contrary, it was the strength that the wolf rat showed just now that surprised him.

"Yes."

Without further ado, Raglan took out the purse and placed it on the table.

Werewolf picked up the purse and weighed it, then untied the tie and glanced inside the bag.

With his many years of experience in dealing with money, he can accurately estimate the amount without counting.

"Start work now?"

Satisfied, he put away the purse and looked at Raglan.

"Best."

Raglan nodded heavily.

Werewolf smiled and drank all the wine in his glass.

As for Raglan, he never touched the wine brought by the bartender.

The two got up and walked out of the bar one after the other.

Soon, werewolf and Raglan came to the bloodstain in the alley.

The wolf squirrel squatted down and looked at the dried blood, and said, "I heard that he was shot twice, first on the side of the neck where bullets can penetrate more easily, and then on the right between the eyebrows. The guy who did this is obviously a specialist. A ruthless sniper."

Raglan was expressionless.

He was not in the mood to listen to the wolf rat's analysis, but because of the opponent's strength, he was not in the mood to urge him.

Werewolf wouldn't take into account Raglan's mood, so he guessed: "If you want to say which kind of guy is the most difficult to mess with, it's the kind of ruthless guy who shoots you cold and doesn't even have a chance to fight back, but …”

The wolf rat's nose moved, and in an instant it turned into a long and narrow black rat's nose.

"It is also thanks to their activity that my business is easy to do."

He raised his nose and sniffed, and various scents turned into information and entered his head.

One hundred out of a thousand, ten out of a hundred, one out of ten.

After quickly filtering out the desired odor information, the wolf mouse slowly got up and looked up at the heights.

"Follow."

With force on the soles of his feet, he leapt lightly to the heights of the building.

Raglan followed.

It turned out to be a Devil Fruit ability user of the animal type rat, no wonder it is full-time.

In this way, finding the sniper is a sure thing.

The two jumped vertically above the building, and soon came to the location of Maud's sniper last night.

The werewolf glanced at the scene, and the information transformed from the smell instantly manifested a trajectory that did not exist in reality, extending from here to the distance.

Following that scent trail, the wolf rat headed towards Sol's weapon shop.

Raglan followed closely behind the werewolf.

The wolf mouse had a clear goal and ran towards Sol's weapon shop. When the distance was compressed within 20 meters,

He stopped suddenly.

"found it?"

Seeing this, Raglan's eyes filled with coldness, thinking it was the werewolf that had found the target.

Werewolf didn't answer Raglan's question, but looked down at a location in the alley.

The scent trails forked, one pointing in the direction of Thor's weapon shop, and the other was the alley extending from Thor's weapon shop to here.

But this is not the reason why the wolf rat suddenly stopped.

Because even if the trajectory forks, the final destination is still the Sol Weapons Store, so this bifurcated trajectory will not affect the final search result.

The root of the problem is...

Werewolf looked solemnly in the direction of Sol's weapon shop, and a corner of the door of the weapon shop could be vaguely seen.

"Although this smell is not the old man's, it must be related."

he thought silently.

Looking at the silent wolf rat, Raglan frowned slightly and asked, "Did you find it?"

"I found it."

Werewolf looked back at Raglan and said, "However, for the sake of money, I suggest you give up."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's nothing, it's just a bonus suggestion."

Hearing this, Raglan said coldly: "You don't have to worry about it. It's your job to lead me to find the target."

Werewolf shrugged and said no more.

He followed the scent trail and led Raglan to the outside of Thor's weapon shop.

"The perpetrator is in that store, and it's none of my business after that."

"Werewolf, our transaction is to find the target, not just point to a place and finish it."

Seeing that the wolf rat pointed a spot and decided to ignore it, Raglan's tone was not good.

Werewolf first glanced at the door of the weapon shop with dread, and then looked at Raglan with a sneer.

"Okay, the owner of that shop is an old man, and the teller is a woman with a scar on her face."

"Who is the perpetrator?"

"Neither of them."

Raglan resisted the urge to draw a knife.

The wolf rat spread his hands and said, "The perpetrator is neither the old man nor the woman, but there are three people in the shop, do you understand?"

Raglan snorted.

Although it is not clear why the wolf squirrel did not directly reveal the identity of the third person, it finally established the target.

And Raglan didn't know, the wolf squirrel didn't say anything, but didn't know anything about the third person.

This weapon store is one of the few places that the wolf rat dared not touch. If he had known that the perpetrator was from the weapon store, he would have said nothing to accept this business.

But the business has already followed, and it can only be done with a bit of a head.

Therefore, the wolf squirrel didn't even dare to mention the names of Sol and Sunny, and could only use the smell elimination method to turn the corner to reveal the existence of the third person.

In fact, he didn't know when the third person appeared.

But since he is also a member of the weapon shop...

After completing the transaction, how could the wolf rat linger and return to the bar without stopping.

Raglan watched the werewolf leave, and immediately glanced at the weapons shop with its doors hidden.

After thinking about it for a moment, Raglan also turned to leave.

That evening.

A greedy customer came to Thor's weapon shop.

As soon as he entered, he walked to the only three shelves in the store.

While pretending to examine the weapons on the shelf, he glanced at the three people in the store without a trace.

Old dwarf.

Girl with scars.

Pretty handsome boy.

That's it.

The customer had a clue in his mind, so he took out a second-hand machete that was missing a small mouth and had a poor appearance from the third shelf, and walked to the counter.

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand Baileys."

Sol didn't lift his head.

The man thought that this inferior knife was worth 10,000 Baileys at most. He never thought that it would be the regular price.

When the customer left the store, Sol looked up at the store door.

"Tsk..."