The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 118 Conspiracy

"I grew up in an orphanage, but you must know that not every orphanage is as bright and loving as advertised on TV. Well, the conditions in the orphanage I live in are terrible. Except for some food, I don't care too much, so the atmosphere in the courtyard is very bad.

When I was 15, I escaped from an orphanage and wandered the streets, fighting wild dogs for food.

Anyway, I was pretty bad back then.

And then... then I met Wesley, a very grumpy old man.He taught me words, exercised my body, and guided me step by step to become a vampire hunter. "

At the end, Wesley couldn't help showing a smile.

Wesley spoke plainly, but Peter listened with gusto and seriousness.From these few words, he could feel the hardship Wesley suffered when he was a child, the despair when he was homeless, and the warmth after being taken in by Whistler.

"Okay, the drinks you want are ready!" Harry brought a round wooden tray with drinks to the table unhurriedly, and then placed the drink of each person's choice in front of everyone in turn.

"Wesley, your coffee is freshly ground by me with coffee beans, you can choose whether to add milk or sugar."

Wesley responded with a smile: "Oh, I like the original, thanks!"

"Peter, this is your fat house happy water, add three cubes of ice, use it slowly."

Peter tightened the bridge of his nose: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint someone. I haven't gained weight since I was bitten by a spider."

(Someone gritted his teeth and regarded it as heresy for those who eat too much but don't get fat.)
"Hehe." Harry sneered twice and ignored Peter.

"Li, this is the black tea you want, the quality is average, don't mind."

"My requirements are not high. The black tea at your house will definitely satisfy my taste buds."

Li Yang couldn't help but think of the can of Huangshan Maofeng that Lao Wang next door gave him, and he also drank the second-class old tea, so he really didn't have high requirements for tea.

But now that I think about it, I have to take some time to have a good chat with Lao Wang later.Well, just chat and nothing else.

"The last glass is my ice tablet."

With that said, Harry took a big mouthful of Bingbei.

"Okay, I heard what Wesley said just now. Now, Peter, please put away your curiosity, and then we should talk about the business."

Harry walked half a circle around the round table with his wine glass in hand, and then sat at the head seat.He looked at Wesley, and said seriously: "I have read the list of weapons you gave me before, and there is no problem. I will arrange people to prepare it later, and I believe it can be arranged in the morning tomorrow, and I guarantee that every Every bullet, every sword is silver-plated, I believe they can scare vampires."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he saw that Wesley's expression was no longer calm, his face was full of joy and excitement, and he kept thanking him.

Seeing this, Harry just waved his hand: "You're welcome, it's just some silver, if it can kill vampires, it's worth the money.

Did you bring that batch of weapons and equipment back by yourself, or did I send them to you? "

Wesley hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I don't mind if it can be delivered to your door."

Harry blinked his eyes twice, and instantly understood Wesley's meaning, so he patted his chest and agreed, "No problem, you leave the address, and I promise to deliver them to you safely and without mistakes. "

Thanks again Wesley.

"Now that the weapon matter is settled, it's time to talk about the opponent Dickon this time. I don't know what everyone thinks?"

Harry crossed his arms, looked around, and fixed his eyes on Peter.

"Peter, let's start with you."

"Ahem!" Peter never expected that Harry would let him speak first, and accidentally choked on Coke.He quickly grabbed a few tissues, covered his mouth and nose, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Harry, are you kidding me!" Peter said angrily, his eyes widening.

"Well, my poor little Peter, I'll let you off this time." Harry shrugged innocently, rolled his eyes, and looked at Wesley.

"Mr. Wesley, how effective is the veritaserum I provided? Did Old Neil say anything?"

Wesley raised his head abruptly, looked around with his white eyes, and then nodded: "Well, thank you very much for the Veritaserum, it worked well, and Old Neil confided everything he knew. Out."

"Oh, is there any important clue?" Harry pressed his elbows on the table and asked hastily.

Similarly, Li Yang and Peter also cast a questioning look at Wesley.

"There aren't many useful clues. Dickon is very cautious. Even his confidants won't know too much. Old Neil has always just followed orders." Wesley couldn't help sighing as he said.

"From Old Neil's mouth, I found out where Dickon is hiding in New York. Just yesterday, I went to check it out."

"What happened? Did Dickon escape?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Wesley glanced at Harry, nodded and said in a muffled voice, "Yes, Dickon has already left there first.

Presumably he got the news that I had captured Old Neil, so he left early, and deployed his men there to wait for my arrival. "

"Would it be you who did the bombing in a certain manor yesterday?" Harry asked abruptly.

Hearing this, Wesley looked at Harry strangely: "How do you know?"

Although Wesley didn't answer, Harry already got the answer he wanted from his words.

"Gunfights plus bombs, this kind of thing can touch people's sensitive nerves the most. If you pay attention to the TV news, you will know that this incident has risen from ordinary bombings to the level of national security!"

"Really? How could this happen?" Wesley was a little puzzled.

"Actually, it's just that a certain politician wants to use it to achieve his own goals." Harry told the truth.

Wesley showed an expression of sudden realization: "I see, I said, how could a manor explosion in a remote suburb attract so much attention!"

"Okay, it won't be long before people will forget this matter deep in their minds." Harry waved his hand indifferently: "Is this the only useful clue? This doesn't match Old Neil's identity. .”

"I also explained some other things, but none of them worked." Wesley said in a muffled voice with a slightly gloomy face.

"No way, if you think about it carefully, maybe there are some clues that you overlooked?" Harry asked unwillingly.

After a long time, Wesley, who was deep in thought, murmured, "Old Neil said that Dickon asked him to collect some information on ancient buildings."

(End of this chapter)