Special Case Files of Rebirth

Is this the tailor's shop?Standing at the corner of the street, Guan Jin looked at the light beige signboard and pink decorations in front of him, and wanted to turn his head back a bit.Looking at that guy Simon's style, the various alternative styles of "Miss Margaret" in Guan Jin's mind are really not inspiring at all.

Pushing open the door with the "resting" sign on it, the wind chime at the door made a crisp sound.

Guan Jin looked around, it was empty, except for the cloth and a lot of ready-made clothes hanging, there was no one.He looked up at the narrow stairs and stepped up.

Once on the second floor, Guan Jin almost took a step backwards and rolled down the stairs.All that catches the eye are lace, gauze, plush toys, tutu skirts, rhinestones, pink, yellow, green, blue... blinding eyes.Among the dazzling colors, Guan Jin found a long counter, and there seemed to be a person sitting behind it, but most of his body was covered by a hanging lace skirt.

"Are you from the store?" Guan Jin asked as he walked.

"Do you want to make clothes? We're not open yet." The man replied gruffly, reaching out to lift the covering skirt.

Guan Jin slowly raised his head and looked up...yes, looking up.Sitting behind the counter was a strong man who looked like an iron tower. He was at least 2 meters tall by visual inspection, with brown hair, stubble around his jaw, and a fierce look.

An ominous premonition rose in Guan Jin's heart: "I'm looking for Margaret."

The burly man showed a surprised expression, looked up and down Guan Jin, suddenly put his hands together, and blinked shyly: "Oh, so you are Xiaoguan, Simon told me yesterday. I didn't expect you to be so cute~"

Guan Jin was startled, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Margaret..." "Miss Margaret" said with embarrassment as she gently rubbed her fingers together.

Was he just writhing?Is it wiggling? !A muscular man with a height of more than 2 meters, against the background of a pile of tutu skirts, spoke in a rough voice while wriggling shyly and timidly, making Guan Jin almost want to poke his eyes.What kind of strange things does the old man know, can there be a normal person!

Of course, these are all psychological activities, so I dare not say them out loud.Because this Margaret seems to have a loli glass heart, but if he goes crazy and reveals the essence of King Kong, he is really hard to resist.

"In that case, you should know why I'm here, right?"

"I know, I have what you want, just wait a moment~" Margaret stood up, rushed to a corner with a gust of wind, turned around for a long time, holding a big gorgeous pink box Running back and forth.

"Look, they are all wonderful things." Margaret gently opened the box as if offering a treasure.

Guan Jin took a look with his head and breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't a Barbie doll inside.Communication equipment, small blasters, G22 sniper rifles and accessories, bullets, etc. are all available. Guan Jin reached out and touched the body of the gun, missing his equipment a little bit.

"There is also a watch with integrated functions. If you need to order, I have already placed an order. As long as it is shipped, I will deliver it to you as soon as possible."

"I'm going back to country c tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

"Thank you." Guan Jin didn't expect this person to be very reliable in his work.

"You're welcome, here, take it." Margaret tied a sky-blue bow with a ribbon on the box, and happily stuffed it to Guan Jin.

"...Can I ask for another box?" Guan Jin asked with difficulty.

"Okay, which one do you like?" Mr. Margaret turned around and took out a dozen colorful and extremely princess-like gift boxes from under the counter like a magic trick, and looked at him expectantly.

"...Forget it, this is it."

A little disappointed, Margaret put the stack of boxes back.

"You are the contact person. Can I contact the 'Colonel' through you? The 'Collector' once told me that he has a large number of personnel who can be transferred, and having him is equivalent to having an army." Guan Jin continued to ask.

Margaret's big head nodded like a bird: "He is a very rude person, but you have no problem contacting him. When are you planning to go to South America?"

"South America?!" Guan Jin didn't know why, and was a little taken aback.

"That's right, he's a mercenary leader. South America is his territory. Who does Xiaoguan want him to kill? A Mexican drug lord or a Brazilian arms dealer?"

... Guan Jin was expressionless, and his heart was already going berserk.Why having him is equivalent to having an army, he already has an army!The mercenary leader has a use, can he lead the army to country c? !Why doesn't Hermes, that bastard, go on a business trip to South America! ! !

"Forget it, I guess he's busy, so I won't bother him."

"Simon put me in touch with the 'buskers', he can help you with any financial support you need."

"Street artist?"

"Well, he is our source of funds. He said it himself. He relies on performances to please the public and accumulate funds."

"What the hell does he do?"

"I don't know that either."

Guan Jin nodded.

"By the way, if you need, I can also contact the 'psychiatrist', a very powerful person who can hypnotize." Margaret's eyes were filled with admiration.

"No need." Guan Jin said with certainty.He is allergic to the word "psychology", and judging by the appearance of these two before, he is sure that this psychiatrist can't help being crazier than a mental patient.

"Looking at your age, how do you know people like them?" Guan Jin was a little puzzled.

"Actually, Margaret was not me, but my mother." Margaret shyly pointed to a photo on the wall. "When she retired, I took over her duties."

Guan Jin looked at a vigorous and thin old lady in the photo, with gray hair, but a lively expression on her face.I really don't know how she raised such a Lolita-like Optimus Prime.

"What about her?"

"She traveled the world with her new husband."

"..."

Carrying that stupid box, Guan Jin left the small building and drove back to the villa.He had to lament the truth that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. Sure enough, there will be no normal people around the old man.In fact, the old man is an art thief who is at the top of the Interpol blacklist. Stealing things is not for money, but for hobbies, which is unique enough in itself.But by chance, he met this group of eccentrics living wantonly in his own world, so they hit it off and formed a special informal organization.There is no name, no hierarchy, and they are connected to each other in a single line, without any third party, and use their unique strengths to help each other.Each of them has a nickname that fits their own characteristics, and it is agreed that this mutual assistance relationship can be inherited.They are either well-known in their own circle, or ordinary passers-by, but no outsider knows that they are connected with each other, which is their greatest protection.Just imagine, who would think that an evil bar owner has anything to do with an old lady in a tailor shop, her son, and a South American mercenary leader? Guan Jin always heard the old man nagging these people, telling him that he can always rely on him when he dies These people solve troubles.They are not a relationship of interest, but a group of friends who appreciate and trust each other in order to resist bondage and seek freedom.It is because of this sentence that Guan Jin walks alone on the edge of life and death, never touches these people easily, is not used to suddenly having a group of 'friends', and does not want to drag the old man's friends into trouble.It's just that now, he has no choice.

"You're back!" Tony jumped up from the sofa when Guan Jin entered the door, "Oh, did you buy me a present? Guan, you've become cute." To avoid suspicion, Tony continued to call him now name.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Just kidding. By the way, Taki sent a message. He said that the spiders have been in frequent contact with this place recently, and I am afraid that they are about to act. Regarding the spiders, there are probably not many people who have seen them alive. He scared He didn't even dare to say anything, so he sent an ambiguous sentence. I seriously suspect that he copied it from some popular science book to fool me!" Tony took out his mobile phone angrily, and took out the text message to Guan Jin looked.

"Most spiders forage by spinning silk and webs, quietly waiting for prey to come to their door."

"Isn't this nonsense? Saying it is the same as not saying it, right?" Tony said.

Guan Jin did not agree, but fell into deep thought.

This is Guan Jin's cell phone ringing, it's Simon.

"Coincidentally, I heard some exciting news. Hermes did go to country c not long ago. Ten days later, he will go to an event in an upper-class business district for a week. The location is on the Weatherlight."

"The Weatherlight?"

"A large luxury cruise ship in S City will have a tour around the coastline, which will be held privately."

Guan Jin sat up straight from the sofa: "The news is reliable."

"Very reliable. And I confirmed one of his characteristics, that he is a mixed race, but I have no idea what it looks like. The mixed race may also have no obvious characteristics, and it is for reference only."

"Very useful, thank you." Guan Jin admired their speed of response and sources of information, which Tony couldn't find out no matter how hard he tried.

"You're welcome, we are our own people. By the way, buskers and psychiatrists will come to the boat and assist you secretly. You can do it freely."

Guan Jin was taken aback, "I have no intention of putting you in danger."

"They don't think it's dangerous. It's hard to join in the fun. If I don't have other things, I would like to go too." Simon's voice was unwilling.

Well, I forgot, these people don't care about life and death at all, they just like to enjoy the things they love, such as danger and excitement.Guan Jin readily accepted the help, although he was a little uneasy about the style of these two people.

"By the way," Guan Jin suddenly remembered the most important question, "How can I get on the boat?"

"Uh...we forgot about this problem. But it's okay, leave it to the street performer, he must have a solution. You can go back at ease and wait for my news." Simon took it all in.

Guan Jin hung up the phone, Simon's last sentence "You are not alone now" suddenly made him feel more at ease.

After hastily ending his trip to the United States, Guan Jin flew back alone.The equipment cannot be brought in through normal channels. He has already handed it over to Tony, and it is estimated that it will arrive at about the same time.

It's time to get used to the new gun in the next few days, Guan Jin thought as he walked out of the safe passage.

"Fortunately, you came back on time." A familiar voice interrupted his thinking.Guan Jin raised his head in surprise, and saw Lu Yunyang standing at the front of the crowd waiting for the airport with his arms folded, looking at him.

Guan Jin approached subconsciously: "Why are you here?!"

"Come to pick you up. Although you left without saying goodbye, I still have to fulfill my responsibility as a suitor." Lu Yunyang opened his arms, took a step forward, and embraced Guan Jin, "Welcome back."

Guan Jin froze on the spot, feeling numb all over his body, the corners of his mouth twitched, just about to push away this nasty man.

"I had a hunch that maybe you would not come back. Thank God, I was wrong." Lu Yunyang's deep voice rang softly in Guan Jin's ear.

Guan Jin's raised hand stopped in mid-air, his face was tangled for a while, he sighed and put his hand down, and lightly patted Lu Yunyang's back: "Hey, don't engage in such bitter scenes, when will I I can't come back."

Lu Yunyang let him go, looked at Guan Jin, took his travel bag, and held him with the other hand: "Let's go home."

"Don't tell me we live in the same house. Hey, I said, don't hold me, it's crazy for two big men to hold hands!" Guan Jin's calm and vengeful emotions that had been sorted out were stirred into a pot of porridge again.

"If I don't pull you, I will always feel uneasy."

"You—" Guan Jin really began to consider the possibility of not coming back.

"Wait, how did you know that I went abroad? How did you know that I came back on this flight today? Lu Yunyang, how dare you check me?!"

"You've lost weight. Is it because the food outside doesn't suit your taste? I'll go back and stew chicken to make up for you, or stew pigeon soup or soft-shelled turtle soup?"

"Hell, I don't eat turtles!"

"Then let's stew black chicken."

"...Damn it, don't change the subject!"