novelraw Chapter 215 Peacemaker
Chapter 215 Peacemaker
Chapter 215 Peacemaker
"Oh dear, I never expected it to escalate to this point—"
In the shadows not far away, Plum Blossom 5 watched with great interest the huge commotion caused by the group on the street.
"It's interesting, but it would be troublesome if it brought darkness and a storm."
"Those guys' henchmen all have incredibly sharp noses."
"Let's talk." Club 5 stretched, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Looks like I'll have to be the good guy and clean up this mess."
"I'm going to capture you alive," Lorne said, panting heavily, his voice icy.
He walked towards the other person step by step. At the same time, he slightly raised his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the deep sky shrouded in crimson moonlight.
Still don't feel that way?
He turned his attention back to Klein.
It seems your "god" has completely abandoned you.
Lorne forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, gripping "Phantom" tightly with his right hand, while his left hand quietly reached into his pocket and took out a few purification talismans.
Just now, "Phantom's" three consecutive failures had left him slightly uneasy. He felt that his "luck" had faltered for a moment. Consequently, his sensitivity to "disaster" seemed to have decreased considerably.
Although we currently hold a significant advantage, it's still wise to exercise caution.
If the other party shows even the slightest abnormality, he will throw out all these talismans without hesitation!
What to do?
As Klein watched Lorne approach him step by step, a sense of despair washed over him.
Once captured, one's true identity will definitely be discovered.
Want to give it a shot?
Klein struggled to lift his head and look ahead. When he saw Lorne's wary and alarmed expression, Klein felt a pang of bitterness, and then gritted his teeth.
Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight!
He had already made his final plans. The moment Lorne entered his attack range, he mustered his last bit of strength, suddenly sprang up, and unleashed a snap of his fingers that would decide the outcome!
Unfortunately, Klein's idea was destined to fail.
Lorne suddenly stopped halfway down. He had realized that the detective seemed capable of putting up a fight.
He slowly raised his right hand, lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly, aimed at Klein's legs, and then decisively pulled the trigger!
With a muffled "Monument!", a thick, white spider silk gushed out from the gun muzzle! It quickly spread out in the air and precisely wrapped around Klein's legs, binding his lower body from the knees down tightly like a dumpling!
No problem. Lorne glanced warily at the still-smoking pistol in his hand out of the corner of his eye.
Could it be that those three misfires were just a coincidence?
Looking at Klein on the ground, struggling desperately but unable to break free from the spider silk binding him, Lorne breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Hey friend, what do you want to do to our people?"
However, at that moment, a voice full of mockery and cynicism suddenly came from not far away, causing Lorne to abruptly stop in his tracks.
He quickly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
There, on the second floor of the adjacent hotel, at the point where the collision between the two had created a huge gap, stood a man dressed in a black tuxedo.
Beside him stood the "witch" Irene, covered in wounds and looking somewhat tired. And—the bodyguard, bound tightly by an even thicker ball of spider silk, who had already revealed her true form.
The enemy's reinforcements have arrived!
Lorne immediately realized this. Without hesitation, he darted to the back of Klein, who was still lying on the ground, and pressed a pistol firmly against the back of his head!
Wait, that woman is the one who gave me the "Assassin" potion!
Lorne's pupils suddenly contracted.
The fight on the second floor was extremely intense and chaotic. Furthermore, since his opponent had remained invisible, he hadn't been able to notice their true appearance.
Now, in this brief standoff, he finally saw the other person's face clearly—
It was her! They—they were actually in cahoots?!
And that man who spoke just now! Lorne also remembered him.
Isn't this the same 5th member of the club who took me to that extraordinary gathering back in Tingen?
"Don't get agitated." The Five of Clubs maintained his composed smile. "I imagine you wouldn't want this beautiful female archer to get hurt, would you?"
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly.
Irene immediately understood. The spider silk binding Sharon tightened its grip even more, so much so that Lorne could clearly hear the teeth-grinding friction between the tough silk and the cloth.
But the bodyguard remained silent the entire time, not even letting out a groan of pain.
"What do you want to do!" Lorne demanded.
"Of course—rescue our people!" said Club 5 in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay," Lorne nodded, "but you have to release her first. This has nothing to do with her—"
He knew very well that this woman, who could so easily subdue a Sequence 5 bodyguard, was definitely not a simple character. In his current state, he was no match for her.
I never expected it to end like this.
Lorne sighed silently to himself.
Just as he was pondering how to end all of this peacefully...
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before~"
A mocking, almost hooked voice suddenly rang out from behind him!
What? When?!
Just as Lorne was about to turn around, a hand wearing a white glove silently landed on his shoulder.
"Don't get excited," Club 5's teasing voice rang in his ear. "I remember now. We met in Tingen, didn't we?"
"Tinggen?"
Upon hearing the place name, Klein, who was still bound to the ground by spider silk, subconsciously raised his head.
"Oh well, since we know each other, we're friends, right?" Clubs 5 suddenly sighed. "There's no need to make the relationship so stiff between friends."
He turned to Irene, who was still standing at the gap on the second floor, and said, "Let that beautiful lady go. This is my friend. Everything that just happened was just a small misunderstanding."
"But," Irene wanted to say something more, but when she saw the smile in the eyes of the 5 of Clubs, which was cold and somewhat chilling, she finally nodded and did as she was told.
The spider silk binding Sharon was peeled away layer by layer. Freed, she turned her gaze toward Lorne, who was being watched by the Five of Clubs.
Lorne responded with a look that signaled her to "leave now."
"If there's an emergency, get out of there immediately. I have my trump card."
Remembering Lorne's instructions beforehand, Sharon's figure gradually became transparent, and finally, she completely disappeared from the spot.
Seeing this, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly withdrew the pistol that was still pressed against the back of Klein's head.
"That's more like it." Club 5 grabbed Lorne's shoulder and said with a smile, "This isn't exactly a suitable place to talk. I reckon the officials will be here soon."
Lorne was then half-forced and "invited" to a nearby, musty, and age-old basement.
Also "invited" was Sherlock Moriarty, a wolf-fox who had just been freed from the shackles of spider silk.
"Alright, now you can be open and honest and tell me everything." Club 5 sat on a worn-out wooden box and first looked at Klein. "Sherlock, you go first."
"I—" Klein paused for a few seconds, glanced at Lorne opposite him, and said, "Mr. Disenke, the reason you came to see me is because—I once broke into your house, isn't that right?"
Using a question as an answer? — Lorne glanced at him warily, then nodded: "That's right. My room was once broken into by two very dangerous terrorists."
Terrorist Klein's lips twitched as he explained:
"That was just a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand?"
"Hmm." Klein nodded. He had already figured out how to explain this. "I previously accepted a commission; the task was to find your whereabouts."
"James's commission was only recently given to you, right?" Lorne didn't directly reveal that "James Scott" was just an alias.
“No, it’s not Mr. Scott’s,” Klein said. “It’s another lady’s request. It seems to be related to your pen pal.”
"pen pal?"
"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, and then recounted in detail how Hugh had asked him to help find the other party's whereabouts.
His only option now is to attribute all his motives to this commission.
Because this commission is real and can withstand any scrutiny. Moreover, this isn't some side job; it's a formal commission accepted within the guild, and there's a written record of it.
Infiltration for the purpose of investigation is something that can't be avoided.
At most, it can only be considered that my methods were flawed; I was just a detective who was serious and responsible in his work.
"How could such a coincidence happen?" Lorne said coldly.
Although he didn't directly refute it, the implication in his words was clear: he didn't believe it at all.
He knew that a pen pal was contacting him. But the other party just happened to have entrusted this suspicious detective to him? The probability of that was too small.
"That's the truth." Seeing the other person's "Do you think I'm an idiot?" expression, Klein emphasized, "If you don't believe me, you can always write to your pen pal and ask."
"Why didn't you tell James about this when he asked you to?"
"Because I haven't been able to find you, that lady withdrew her commission beforehand. I don't want to leave an unprofessional impression on Mr. Scott. So—"
"This..." Looking at the other party's confident appearance, Lorne also fell into deep thought.
Could it be that all of this is just a coincidence?
No, that's not right. Even if it were true, what about the Tingen affair? What about his previous reactions?
Why is that woman with him?
What is that hidden gaze?
The rank of this Club 5 isn't that high.
This guy is definitely hiding a lot of things!
To be honest, Lorne really wanted to grab the detective by the collar and force him to reveal everything. But the detective's superior was sitting right next to him, watching intently. He couldn't afford to turn hostile, so he could only grit his teeth and nod.
"Hey, look, some things can be resolved as long as they're talked about," said the member of Clubs 5, who had overheard the whole thing, and stepped in to smooth things over.
"It's true that Sherlock's investigation methods were somewhat flawed, which led to such a huge misunderstanding," he said, taking out a beautifully presented receipt from his pocket and handing it to Lorne.
"What's this?" Lorne stared blankly at the text on the receipt. "A gift voucher?"
"That's right," said Clubs 5. "A voucher for a high-end gift shop in Queens. Consider it compensation."
"This—." Lorne thought to himself, "Do I look like the kind of person who likes these kinds of little gifts?"
"I can assure you that Sherlock didn't lie at all," Clubs 5 offered another seemingly reasonable reason. "As for this voucher, you can use it to exchange for a nice gift, and then go and visit your pen pal in person to get all the details of this matter sorted out."
"If you ever have any trouble in the future, you can also seek help at the gift shop. Just mention my name."
"Well then, thank you for your generosity." Seeing that the other party meant no harm, Lorne expressed his gratitude.
"But there's one thing, I don't think I'll encounter any accidents next." He turned his gaze to Klein beside him.
"Won't."
"That's good, but," Lorne changed the subject, "if something really happens to me, could you please ask Mr. Moriarty to find out the truth?"
What?
Upon hearing this, Plum Blossom 5 glanced thoughtfully at Klein.
"An interesting suggestion. Sherlock, are you okay with it?"
"Of course," Klein replied with a smile after a moment of surprise.
"This Lorne Disenk was implying that something was behind me, warning me not to act rashly. He definitely sensed something."
This matter seems to have ended in a way that is both reasonable and absurd.
"By the way, how much was the commission fee for that commission James gave you?" Before leaving, Lorne asked as if he had suddenly remembered something.
"40 pounds," Klein answered truthfully. "There's still a 30 pound balance left to pay."
"That bastard, he actually charged me 70 pounds!" Lorne cursed deliberately, then pulled out 30 pounds in cash from his pocket and handed it to Klein.
"Detective, until we meet again!"
"See you later, I never want to see you again!" Klein muttered, watching Lorne's retreating figure.
Wait a minute... there seems to be one more crucial thing!
Melissa!
I still don't know what exactly happened between him and Melissa in Tingen!
"That guy's already gone. Stop being so 'heart-to-heart' with him." A teasing voice from the side came from the side.
"Sir, I—" Klein looked at his superior and tried to explain something. He knew that his words just now wouldn't be so easy to fool the other party.
"Alright, stop talking." The Five of Clubs interrupted him directly. "Everyone has some little secrets, it's normal, I have mine too."
Therefore, I don't want to ask any more questions about this.
"In short, remember this. Today, you owe me a favor. A favor that could cost you your life."
Is this an attempt to give me a way out? Klein nodded, looking at the other person's smile.
"Not bad." Club 5 pinched his eye socket.
"Get ready. There will be a new mission soon."