The eagle dagger is Brest''s treasure. This dagger is the booty he found from the sheriff when he killed a sheriff. At that time, he was not as famous as he is now. That time, he robbed a carriage near a small town and couldn''t kill people and throw their bodies in the wild. He spared the family on the carriage, but also attracted the local sheriff. The Sheriff has been chasing after him. He didn''t want to give up after running a long distance and said he wanted him.


    Finally, he was forced to fight back, kill the sheriff in the wild, and get the eagle dagger from the sheriff. He knows nothing about antiques, but he knows that when people like himself who have not seen the market feel that the thing in his hand is a good thing, it is likely to be a good thing. When the handle of the eagle dagger is upward, it is like an eagle standing on the tree trunk with its wings folded. The upper body of the eagle forms the handle of the dagger. Pulling the dagger out of the scabbard is the lower body of the eagle.


    On the steel blade of the dagger, there are layers of lines similar to feathers. Brest thinks it is definitely a good thing. Even if it is not an antique, it can be worth a lot of money, so he takes the dagger with him all the time.


    At this time, he put the dagger on the drunkard''s neck and carefully maintained the blade that had never cut hard things. It just touched the drunkard''s skin, which made the drunkard feel a slight stabbing pain. His drunkenness also disappeared in an instant, and the whole person woke up and turned around slowly with his hands raised.


    Brest frowned. "Put your thing in, or I''ll cut it off and feed the dog!"


    The drunkard immediately stuffed his baby back into his crotch, zipped up, raised his hands again, slightly lowered his head and glanced at Brest''s baby. He closed his mouth and dared not make any sound.


    "Well, I like obedient children. Do you know that a carriage has entered the town today?", he closed the door of the single room and let his companions block the door. If someone wants to come in, he will send a signal to him so that he can clean up the situation here immediately.


    By rights, gold miners are poor people. People should have a compassionate attitude towards gold miners. But in fact, no one likes gold miners. This group of desperate people for money used to appear around their living places to rob or steal. Once their actions are discovered, they will become more dangerous. They will kill those who find them and prevent their portraits from becoming the object of contention of other gold miners who claim to be messengers of justice.


    The drunkard thought about it with his brain being washed by alcohol. After some astringent connections of several neurons, he quickly nodded, "yes, I know there is a carriage parked opposite my house."


    This made Brest very surprised. Unexpectedly, catching a guy at random found out where Turin was hiding, which was of great help to their next plan. He licked his lips. Whenever he was excited, he would lick his lips, "where is your home?"


    The drunkard honestly said in a sad tone, "my family is gone!"


    "Are you teasing me?", Brest was annoyed before his happiness lasted five seconds. His hand used a little strength, and the blade was embedded into the drunkard''s neck against the skin, but no blood came out. In fact, the skin is not afraid of slight extrusion, but cutting. However, this was enough to scare the drunkard. He suddenly wanted to excrete, but he had just excreted. The poor faucet behind him was not tightened and dropped a few drops of water, which was particularly crisp in this extremely quiet toilet.


    Tick.


    Tick!


    "No, absolutely not. My house was burned down, so I have no home!" he explained. He didn''t deceive anyone. He swore with God''s fingers.


    Brest laughed angrily when he heard this explanation. "Well, tell me where you live. I''ll let my friends drink with you. If you dare to lie to me, I promise you won''t see the moon tonight!"


    "The newspaper said it would rain at night..." the drunkard trembled again and raised his hands higher, "Okay, okay, I said..."


    Brest, who came out of the toilet, shook his head angrily and funny. He put his baby back in the scabbard and hung it on his belt. He said to his companions outside the toilet, "I heard that the second floor here is a rental room. You take him up and wait for me to come back."


    His companion nodded and took the drunkard up the second floor. Brest went straight to the door, and another man sitting at the round table stood up.


    At this time, it was noon. There were not so many people on the street, but there were still some people. Although washiu town is not a big town with tens of thousands of families, it is also a medium-sized town with four or five thousand families. It is not uncommon for some pedestrians to rush home for dinner on the street. Brest, they are somewhat different among these people. Many people are willing to bypass them rather than get too close to them when they see their clothes.


    It is common sense for ordinary people that gold diggers are crazy.


    Fortunately, the town is not too big. You can hear it after a little inquiry. Finally, Brest stood next to the smoking ruins. This is the drunkard''s home. He turned around and saw a small hotel. It was only three stories high. The signboard looked very fashionable. In terms of the aesthetics of the town.


    When they entered the hotel, Brest slapped ten dollars on the counter. The giggling boss looked up impatiently. "What can I do for you? You''d better hurry up!"


    "I''d like some rooms," he said, looking at the floor plan hung with keys on the wall in the counter. There are three plans connected together. Each plan shows the number of rooms on each floor and the rooms of these rooms. There are no keys on the hooks of three rooms. It should be occupied, and the rest are hung with keys.


    The boss took the ten yuan on the table in his hand, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it, and flicked it with his fingers before it was properly stuffed into the leather shoes Bangzi. He looked up and down at the two gold miners outside the counter, hesitated, and quoted a price, "how many rooms do you want for a dollar and fifty-one a day?"


    At lunch, a local middle-aged man whispered a few words in Turin''s ear. Then Turin looked at dufo, "those gold diggers stayed in the hotel in the morning". This sentence has determined the outcome of these people, but Turin doesn''t intend to kill them so simply, which would waste the gift sent by these people so far. He then looked at Eric sitting on his right. "These people can let you go back to work. By the way, my friends in the mainland have found your lost savings certificate. If any central bank in the Empire reports the loss of your savings certificate with this group of numbers, you can get a new certificate."


    With that, Dooling pushed a small card to Eric''s hand and smiled and reminded him, "be careful this time. Don''t lose it again. It''s very troublesome to find it!"


    Dooling called Mr. Jack and entrusted Mr. Jack to help him establish a secure anonymous account with 100000 yuan in it. Such a small matter is not even a serious thing for Mr. Jack. The largest money laundering banker in the underground world has a very broad cooperative relationship with the imperial central bank and the southern commercial bank. Establishing an account out of thin air is just a word that is not even human.


    Eric picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. He picked up a small card with a group of 18 numbers on it. He nodded his thanks and put the card into his coat pocket. "Don''t worry, I won''t lose it this time!"


    Once he decided to make friends with Turin, Eric''s state of mind changed very quickly. He thought Turin was right. If he wants to be loyal to the Empire, he must first be qualified to be loyal to the Empire. Now he is just a poor fellow who is not qualified to play chess. What he is loyal to is not the Empire, but the will of some people. Once he accepted Turin''s ideas, he realized how stupid he was in the past. If he could become the chairman of the security committee, he would draw a line with Turin and ensure that what he did was for the country.


    Now, it is a time for him to accumulate strength. He needs to accept a little unfriendly gifts. For the great ideal, a few small mistakes are allowed.


    "Who are they?" Eric, who soon entered the state, was very curious about the identity of this pedestrian. Since durin said that these people are valuable, they must have a great effect on himself.


    Durin smiled, picked up his napkin and touched his lips. "If I''m not wrong, they should be from the freedom front."


    This answer from Dooling made Eric feel a little frightened. Because he had attended school and received higher education, he heard another meaning from Dooling''s words - Dooling is connected with the freedom front. Then the guy in cloak and hood they saw this morning must also be from the freedom front, And probably a very important senior figure in the freedom front.


    Then he fell into silence. Because he found himself small, such a young man younger than himself not only has a huge power on the table, but also has a frightening influence where he can''t see. He managed to squeeze out a smile. "If it''s true, that''s great!"


    "After dinner, we''ll do it and call the sheriff."


    The sheriff was called to make some so-called on-the-spot evidence. Eric''s colleague''s body was stolen instead of burned down with the fire.


    It seems that the body can be easily burned into ash. In fact, it is difficult to completely burn it without sufficient high-temperature flame. It often leaves a human coke, which is tender in the outside. Once a corpse appears in the ruins, it will certainly attract the attention of the sheriff. Maybe he will really call for support. This time coincides with the high-pressure period for the Western military to search for the freedom front. Even if one in ten thousand may lead the soldiers over, durin does not allow it.


    Now, the body is used. Although they have buried people in the vegetable garden, can''t they dig it out again?