novelraw Chapter 169 Alger: What are you trying to do!
Chapter 169 Alger: What are you trying to do!
Chapter 169 Alger: What are you trying to do!
In the darkness, Alger, carrying the heavy black briefcase, hurried through the intricate streets and alleys of Bayam.
Just as he was about to leave the remote area and head towards the city, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He sensed a faint, almost imperceptible, gaze upon him.
Someone is following me.
His heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the suitcase tightly.
This box contains "goods" worth several thousand pounds!
He immediately stopped, pretending to straighten his collar, and cautiously scanned his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.
The streets were dimly lit, the doors and windows were closed, and the gas lamps swayed in the wind. Everything seemed the same as usual, and no suspicious figures were found.
Is the strangeness just an illusion?
Alger looked at the heavy box in his hands.
Is it because the amount of this transaction is too large that I'm becoming a bit paranoid?
After all, this is "goods" worth nearly ten thousand pounds.
Having been in the Extraordinary World for so long, this was the first time Alger had handled such a large transaction.
After looking around and confirming that there was nothing happening, Alger continued walking towards the "Fragrant Leaf Bar".
But out of the caution of a seasoned extraordinary individual, he did not take a straight path, but deliberately took several detours, weaving back and forth through several similar alleys, trying to shake off any possible "tail".
This made him a few minutes late.
When he finally arrived at the secluded alleyway not far from the "Fragrant Leaf Bar," "Hercules" Ozil was already waiting there. He leaned against the wall, his figure almost blending into the darkness.
"You're late." Ozil's voice was devoid of emotion.
"There was a small accident on the way, which caused a slight delay," Alger explained.
"Did you bring the things?" Ozil's gaze fell on the huge suitcase in his hand.
"Yes, of course." Alger gestured with the box in his hand.
"Alright, come with me."
"Hercules" Ozil waved to Alger without asking any further questions, then turned and led him to an inconspicuous black carriage parked at the entrance of the alley.
The carriage bumped and jolted along in the darkness for nearly twenty minutes before finally coming to a slow stop in front of a huge warehouse that reeked of the sea and decay.
"The old warehouses in the dock area are a classic trading location," Alger thought to himself, glancing at the familiar surroundings outside the window.
Ozil got out of the car first and led him into the warehouse. The warehouse was empty and dark, with only a few streaks of crimson moonlight shining through the broken windows high up, illuminating the dust inside.
The two walked through mountains of goods and finally arrived at a tightly closed iron gate.
"The people they sent are in this room," Ozil said, pointing to the iron door. "Go in yourself, I'll wait for you at the door."
"Okay." Alger glanced around and nodded after confirming there were no ambushes.
He pushed open the heavy iron door and went inside.
Inside the cubicle, only a dim kerosene lamp was lit. A man dressed in wide-legged trousers and a brown jacket, dressed like a local Loen, sat behind the table with his back to him.
Hearing footsteps, the man slowly turned around.
When Alger saw the other person's face clearly, his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
"Missol King?" he called out the other person's name with some surprise.
"The Eloquent" Misor, formerly the third mate under "Hurricane Admiral" Zilingus. Alger, as Zilingus's "fellow countryman".
They had paid some attention to the key officers on his ship, so they recognized him immediately.
Misor later joined forces with "The Girl with Disease"—which means that the one who put the bounty on Brando was "The Girl with Disease" Tracy.
Alger quickly analyzed in his mind that unlucky fellow had actually messed with such a famous pirate.
"Should I express my honor that you recognize me?" Misor did not recognize Alger, assuming it was simply because he was famous enough.
Remembering the captain's instructions, he suppressed his unease and asked coldly, "Monkey Brando, did you bring him?"
"Yes, his body is in this box." Alger placed the suitcase on the ground.
"The corpse—" Misor felt the dressing mirror in his arms suddenly tremble violently, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.
"Are you sure he's dead?" he asked again in a strange tone.
"Dead. Didn't the middleman already say that?" Alger retorted, sensing something was off about the other person.
"It's nothing, I was just asking," Misor quickly said, trying to cover it up.
"Now, can we talk about the bounty?" Alger didn't want to waste any more time.
"No rush," Misor said. "I need to check the house first."
"Can."
After Alger nodded in agreement, Misor stepped forward and opened the black briefcase. Inside, a body curled up, eyes wide open, its face contorted in agony, appeared before him.
He looks exactly like the portrait the captain gave him—it seems he really is dead.
The thought of the captain's impending rage upon hearing the news sent a chill down Misor's spine.
He forced himself to remain calm as he closed the box, turned around, forced a smile back onto his face, and began chatting with Alger, asking about various details.
Thanks to his pre-arranged remarks with Danitz, Alger answered fluently.
"So, you really killed him?" Misor finally asked the most crucial question.
Upon hearing this, Alger recited the script he had prepared beforehand. Because of an agreement with Danitz, he deliberately omitted Danitz's presence.
It's just that when he accidentally discovered Monkey Brando, he was already seriously injured, which is why he was able to easily intercept him.
Unfortunately, he died during the capture due to the severity of his injuries.
After listening, Misor nodded and then asked a question that Alger found utterly perplexing:
"So, you indirectly caused his death, right?"
"Well—that's one way to understand it." Alger found it strange, but he still agreed.
"Okay, I understand," Misor said to himself.
"You are indeed a person involved."
"What?" Alger asked, puzzled, but Misor had no intention of explaining and simply looked at him in silence.
After a while, he finally lost his patience: "Now, can we talk about the bounty?"
"No rush, no rush." Misor smiled, stood up, walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Alger. "Come on, let's drink and chat."
Alger felt increasingly strange, but he still took the glass, though he had no intention of drinking it.
He looked at the golden liquid in the glass and spoke:
"Let's not waste time—"
Just as he was about to say something, he felt a sudden wave of oppressive force filled with endless resentment sweep over him.
Before he could react, countless transparent, almost invisible threads surged out of the surrounding shadows without warning.
It instantly wrapped around him, binding his body tightly!
"Cough cough—" Alger was about to struggle when he suddenly coughed. He felt as if he were seriously ill, with no strength left in his body.
He lost the ability to resist in an instant.
"What are you trying to do?!"