Chapter 504: The United States that Kled loves

Chapter 504 The United States that Kled loves

"Big business?"

Kled's eyes shone slightly, and the lizard Skaar, who had been knocked unconscious beside him, woke up, tilted his head, opened his big eyes and stared at Abt with interest.

Seeing this, Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, both of them had such expressions.

From their point of view, goblins are goblins, and the greedy desire for money inherent in their race cannot be eradicated no matter what.

But at this moment, Kled's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he yelled at Abt:

"Fuck you British guy! Do you think I will kowtow to you? Do you think you have the right to be arrogant with me after doing a business with me? Big business, have you ever seen what big business is? You This bumpkin from the British countryside! This is the United States!"

When Abt heard this, his face instantly turned livid. The fingers of his right hand shook slightly, and a light brown wand was already in his hand.

Seeing this, Skaar's expression immediately became fierce, and the two goblins who were originally hiding in the corner also came closer, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense!

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Mike held down Abbot's hand holding the wand, nodded to him at the same time, and then walked across the crowd to Kled and pulled down his hood.

"I am the one who wants to discuss business with you."

Mike said calmly.

But Kled, who was just angry on the opposite side, was stunned when he saw Mike's true appearance, and then showed a meaningful smile.

"Mike Townley! The boss of the Los Santos Group, the black wizard slayer of the United States! You actually came to the United States? This is really valuable news!"

Mike's face turned dark when he heard this. He had already expected that Kled knew him. After all, with his reputation in the country, it was impossible for the other party, an information dealer, to know anything about it, but he never expected that the other party would give him Such a middle school nickname!

As for the second half of Kled's words, Mike smiled slightly and said:

"I don't think you can make money off this news."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure spread from Mike's body.

This is not the kind of mysterious momentum, but the real pressure caused by the outflow of a large amount of magic power. Under the influence of this pressure, the expressions of the two gatekeeper goblins instantly became frightened, and the lizard Skaar was even more frightened. He yelled and buried his head in Kled's arms, trembling.

Kled's expression was extremely ugly. Mike's strength exceeded his expectations. If the other party desperately tried to attack here, there would be no way for him and others to survive.

What made him even more angry was the embarrassing performance of his pet Skaarl. You know, Kled himself is a tough guy!

"coward!"

Kled roared and punched Skaarl on the head again, knocking him unconscious again.

After finishing all this, Kled gasped and looked at Mike again and said:

"Okay, I admit that you are qualified to make a deal with me! Come on, tell me, what do you need?"

Kled's attitude was still not good, but Mike didn't care. He took back his strength and nodded and said:

"I want all the information on the Flint family. Including all the information on other families that are allied with him, do you understand?"

"The Flint family? Are you talking about that Flint?"

"That's right, it's Flint, one of the twenty-eight sacred tribes in the country."

Kled's eyes lit up instantly, his attitude suddenly changed, and he said excitedly and attentively:

"You mean the Flint family is in the United States? Are you going to cause trouble for them?"

"I don't know. If I had known, I wouldn't have come here to find you." Mike said calmly, "Okay, stop talking nonsense and make an offer quickly."

Kled rubbed his hands excitedly, and after a while he stretched out two fingers and said:

"Give me a week, and I will do my best to find him. But I want a deposit of three hundred gold galleons, and subsequent rewards will be based on the completeness of the information."

Mike looked at the two fingers held up by Kled and silently threw out a seamless stretch bag.

Kled had no intention of counting the money. He casually threw his pocket aside and said to Mike with great interest:

"I guess a big shot like you wouldn't travel to the United States at this time, right? What? Are you looking for trouble with the Kent family?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

"No, no, no! What you said is wrong!" Kled shook his head and said, "Actually, in addition to being an intelligence merchant, I am also involved in the security business and the sale of various contraband. If you need it, I can satisfy you. Just about everything you asked for!”

Mike gave him a meaningful look and then said:

"No need. Once the intelligence is collected, hand it over directly to Ebut."

After saying that, Mike turned around and left with Abbott and Zhou Hong.

Kled's, on the other hand, continues to promote.

"No, come and see, sir! I have everything here! And although the Kent family is not strong, those vampires and werewolves are still quite troublesome! My dear, I suggest you use magic missiles!"

Hearing this, Mike's face darkened and his steps became faster.

What is a magic missile?

It was a mixed bomb composed of a large number of alchemical bombs. Its power was almost comparable to the fire spell that Mike tried his best to release. It was something that the Ministry of Magic of various countries stored as a strategic weapon.

And this guy Kled actually wants to let Mike use magic missiles to destroy a small town!

This is a lunatic!

The three of them ran wildly until they reached the stairwell before slowing down.

Zhou Hong, who had been silent at this time, finally pulled down his hood and looked at Abt with a puzzled look on his face.

"Abut, is this person you are looking for reliable? He looks...a little strange."

"Are you talking about Kled?" Abt gasped, "He does not look like a goblin, but he is absolutely reliable when it comes to trading. This is something that countless people have proven."

Zhou Hong nodded silently, but Abt was still unfinished and continued:

"That guy Kled is a complete militant. He hates peace and likes chaos and war most. If anyone or other creatures tell him that they want to cause destruction, he will provide all kinds of things at low prices or even free of charge. Weapons, like alchemy bombs and the like. This is easy for him, he has a lot of dwarves and goblins under his hands.

In fact, this guy has been operating in France, and he only came to settle in the United States in recent years. According to him, compared to France, the United States is more in line with his taste! "

The three of them climbed the stairs while talking, and in a short time they were back on the ground.

At some point, it was completely dark outside.

The street where the Scar Eye Bar is located does not have magic street lights like Square Street, so when night falls, the whole street is completely plunged into darkness.

But compared to the daytime, it was a lot more lively here. A large number of vicious wizards and magical creatures were wandering on the streets, and there were many wizards and creatures in tattered clothes lying in the corners. Although it was winter, most of them But he didn't have much decent clothing, so he could only rely on cardboard boxes and newspapers to keep out the cold, shivering in the cold night.

Here, people like Mike and Abbot are clearly outliers, so they deserve all the attention.

Feeling those malicious eyes in the darkness, Zhou Hong's heart was full of doubts.

"Who are these people?"

Zhou Hong asked with a frown.

You must know that this street is also within the scope of Square Street and is protected by the Muggle Shielding Curse. This means that all these people here are wizards or intelligent creatures with magical power.

But how could such a group of people and creatures live such a miserable life?

"Similar to you, stowaways, illegal immigrants, stranded people whose visas have expired but are unwilling to leave... In short, these are all guys who have no identity and are not recognized by the Magical Congress of the United States." Abt whispered. Then he tightened his windbreaker and said to Mike, "Let's get out of here quickly. It's particularly dangerous here at night. These people are all desperadoes and they might rob us. Although their strength is not that good. , but if it gets too big and attracts Aurors, it will not end well, after all, you have no identity."

Hearing this, Mike nodded, and the three of them, holding wands in hand, left this dark and dilapidated street vigilantly.

When the three of them returned to Square Street, which was as bright as daylight, Abbot finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And Zhou Hong felt a sense of unreality in his heart as he looked at the pedestrians in bright clothes walking up and down the square street and the colorful photos of beautiful shops flashing high above.

Square Street and the nameless street were like heaven and hell. The difference between the two was so great that Zhou Hong couldn't understand why this happened.

You know, even the slums in North London where he once lived are countless times better than that nameless street!

Unlike Zhou Hong, Mike's expression has not changed much, looking extremely indifferent.

There was nothing that could be done about it. He had seen this situation too many times in his previous life.

At the same time, he also knew very well why this happened.

The Magical Congress of the United States describes the United States as a land of freedom and a paradise where all intelligent creatures coexist harmoniously through various humorous articles and funny stories. At the same time, it also describes the local wizards in the United States as rural upstarts who have never seen the world, are stupid and have a lot of money.

This has caused down-and-out wizards and oppressed intelligent creatures all over the world to go crazy and want to start a new life in the United States.

But is it really that easy? Facts have proven that the local wizards in the United States are not stupid and rich rich people, but shrewd and cunning egoists.

Under the oppression of these people, it is extremely difficult for those poor people who come from all over the world to get the life they want.

The American magic world will become more prosperous and more false by devouring the flesh and blood of these outsiders.

The homeless people on the nameless streets are the best example. They are the flesh and blood residue chewed by the American magic world, and they will never be able to turn around in this life.

Because they have no identity in the United States, any Auror or striker who sees them will kill them mercilessly, which leaves them with no way to change their current situation.

At the same time, although the American magical community always flaunts itself as an equal society where all kinds of intelligent life can coexist harmoniously, people's hearts cannot be changed so easily.

Pure-blood wizards look down on half-blood and Muggle wizards. Wizards look down on all kinds of non-human creatures, and those non-human creatures are hostile to each other.

To be honest, Mike really understands Kled now. The current American magic world is an active volcano, with zz discrimination, jj discrimination, and a huge gap between rich and poor...

These countless social problems will be detonated at any time, maybe tomorrow, or next year.

Once these social conflicts that have been accumulated for many years suddenly break out, the entire magical world in the United States will turn into a chaotic hell!

Now Kled is just watching in secret. As soon as the riot starts, he and his men will come out in full force to participate in this feast!

The magical world of the United States is truly a paradise for a militant like Kled.

Mike looked at the bustling Square Street and thought so.

…

In the early morning of the next day, Mike put on his equipment early and sat in the dining room of Abbot Villa to enjoy breakfast.

Although he has seen through the crisis that the American magic world is about to face, he has no interest in these things.

The only thing on his mind now is to catch the Kent family!

After finishing breakfast slowly, Benjamin and Franklin, who had rested all day, also appeared in the restaurant with others.

Looking at them wolfing down food, Mike nodded silently. They all looked good, which made Mike feel relieved.

It wasn't until everyone finished breakfast that Abbot hurriedly walked in from outside and said to Mike with a serious expression:

"The town of Fox is too remote, and there is no public Floo Network node for teleportation there, so I have prepared a Yeqi carriage for you. My coachman will take you there in a while."

"Thank you, Abt."

Mike nodded and thanked Abt, but the latter showed a guilty expression after hearing this, and hesitated for a while before saying:

"Sorry, Mike, I can't go with you this time. You know, I have developed well here, and almost all the senior members of Congress know me. If I participate in this operation..."

Abt was interrupted by Mike in the middle of his words. He lightly punched Abt in the chest, and then said with a smile:

"Don't say that. Do you remember what I often say? We are friends. Friends should understand each other. I know you have difficulties. I won't blame you. What's more, you have helped I have a lot.”

As he spoke, Mike shook the information about the Kent family in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Abt's eyes were slightly red, and he opened and closed his mouth for a long time but said nothing. Finally, he gave Mike a big hug.

After smiling and hugging Abt, Mike turned to look at the people behind who had already prepared, and shouted loudly:

"Okay, let's go!"