Dale Quicksilver picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, calmed himself down, and started speaking slowly.
"Ever since the Golden Hoop came, a lot of things have happened. Coincidentally, my old friend Silvica, the son of the White Eagle, got this cross medal by accident. Then something happened at the Silversilk Castle."
"What happened?" Garon asked.
"He fell down from the castle." Dale Quicksilver sighed, "If there wasn't something blocking the fall, he wouldn't have been saved. But even so, Silvica is still unconscious, and we don't know where he fell. "
Marian continued, "The strange thing is, the doctors checked Silvica's body and found no injuries to his brain, but he just won't wake up. He's still lying on the hospital bed without moving. " She looked worried as well, "If it's possible, I hope Mr. Kelly can help us."
Garon frowned, looking at Dale Quicksilver and Marian in front of him. Obviously, the two of them thought he was a special person with mysterious powers, and hoped that his mysterious powers could help solve Silvica's problem.
"I'm sorry …" He crossed his fingers, looking troubled, "I can only identify Antiques of Tragedy based on my perception. I don't have the mysterious powers you think I do … I'm just a normal person, a normal person with a bit of special talent."
"But … Silvica's illness …" "Don't talk about it, Marian."
Dale Quicksilver stopped his wife, "I can see that Kelly really can't do anything, he's not lying."
The great detective frowned, and slowly regained his usual calmness and wisdom.
"Looks like we have to start from the origin of this medal. I remember that nothing happened when I stayed at the Silversilk Castle for so long. How did something happen to Silvica when he went there?"
"It's time to analyze it." Garon nodded, "I have nothing to do these days, so I'll go with you to investigate the situation. If there are any Antiques of Tragedy, I'll be able to warn you in time."
"I always thought that the so-called Antiques of Tragedy were fake rumors, but now that Mr. Kelly is able to see through the situation, it seems like there really is a secret behind it. I don't care! " Dale Quicksilver stood up. "If the Antique of Tragedy is really useful, and Silvica got into trouble because he was wearing this medal, then we have to try it out ourselves."
"I'll go."
Suddenly, a man's voice came from the window. A white figure dashed in from the half-open window and stood still, sitting on the corner of the sofa. It was a blonde man in a white windbreaker.
"My son is in trouble. It must be the Golden Hoop's doing! Misfortune or not, it's all just alarmist talk. In this world, there are only people pretending to be gods and ghosts. "
Garon looked up and recognized this person as the blonde man who had appeared beside the two children that night. At that time, this person had accused him of being too cruel and that his martial arts had gone down the wrong path.
"This is …?"
"This is the White Eagle, my best friend." Dale Quicksilver stood up and introduced him. At the same time, he also introduced Garon's current identity to the White Eagle: Kelly.
The White Eagle's hawk-like gaze scanned Garon's body and nodded. "This time, we might have to rely on you." He didn't recognize Garon as the suspected Behemoth Gate disciple that night.
"It's okay. Dale and I have been through thick and thin together. It's normal for friends to help each other. Plus, this is related to the Antique of Tragedy. I'm also very interested in it. "Garon waved his hand." Alright, let's not talk too much. When should we go to the Silversilk Castle? "
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, we'll meet up at this Manuyllton Company and go to the Silversilk Castle together." Dale Quicksilver suggested.
"No problem." "Sure."
"Then it's settled." Dale Quicksilver put away the medal on the table. "I originally got this medal from Silvica, but I thought it was suspicious so I brought it here for identification. I didn't expect this to happen."
"Don't worry too much. Everything will be fine." Garon sighed and patted Dale Quicksilver's shoulder. There were two reasons why he was being so kind. First, it was because he wanted to compensate Dale Quicksilver for the gift. Second, he was very curious about the secrets of the Antique of Tragedy. After all, he was tricked once at the Silversilk Castle.
"Since it's a holiday, I have to go prepare." Garon stood up. "I'll excuse myself."
"Please, go ahead," Wang Chong said.
The Quicksilver couple stood up politely.
"You three can rest here. I'll excuse myself." Garon turned and left the room. The moment he closed the door, he glanced at the White Eagle one last time. His face showed a hint of fear.
"That guy was hiding outside the window and eavesdropping on me. I didn't even notice. This guy is pretty good … "
Ge Reese was waiting for him at the door. The two of them walked down the building together.
"This is a branch of my company that I'm in charge of. I'm free to use this building. Also, the details of the investigation are out. "
She handed a document to Garon.
He took the document and looked at it. Garon frowned even more.
"There are no obvious wounds on his body. Is it a cardiac arrest?"
"Yes, it could be a poison or something. So far, the opponent has made his move again. This time, he seems to be very determined. But I didn't expect him to make his move at this critical moment. I might not be able to leave for a while. "Ge Reese said in a troubled tone.
"It's okay. I'll investigate this personally with the detective. It'll help me achieve my goal. "Garon narrowed his eyes.
Ge Reese didn't know what his plan was, but he still nodded. "Do you need anything?"
"If it's possible, get me a gun." Garen smiled.
*****
When he got home that night, Garon, his parents, and his sister spent a peaceful holiday together. They just had a meal at home and chatted about the recent situation. After a simple shower, he went to bed. The next morning, he put on his makeup and went to the branch of Manuyllton Corporation. Dale Quicksilver and the White Eagle were already there waiting for him.
"You guys are early. Are we driving? "
In front of the building, Dale Quicksilver and the White Eagle stood together. Marian from yesterday wasn't there, nor was Detective Quicksilver's beautiful assistant. There was a black car beside them. Two big light bulbs that looked like goldfish eyes were erected in front of them.
"I'll drive directly to the Silversilk Castle. Is everything ready?" Dale Quicksilver opened the door and got in.
The White Eagle and Garon followed.
After closing the door, the White Eagle took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Garon.
"Thank you, I don't smoke."
"Mr. Kelly, I'm sorry to trouble you this time." The White Eagle lit the cigarette and took a deep puff. He slowly blew out a white smoke ring. "No matter if it goes well or not, I owe you one."
"You're Dale Quicksilver's friend, so you're my friend. There's no need to say these things between friends. Besides, this is my wish. "Garon smiled. "I can see that you're a righteous person. You're worth befriending. "
"You too." The White Eagle smiled.
The car slowly started and drove into the traffic on the street from the entrance of the building.
Ten minutes later, the car slowly drove out of Huaishan City. It followed a dirt yellow road and sped through the withered grassy hills.
In the car, Garon played with the black pistol in his hand. He turned it over and over carefully, looking eager to try it out.
"Kelly, is this your first time touching a gun?" Dale Quicksilver saw Garon's movements from the rearview mirror and asked.
"Yeah, I don't need it in the city. It's rare for me to come out, so I asked Ge Reese to arrange a self-defense pistol for me. " Garen played with the small pistol with interest. The pistol in this world was a type of revolver. It could only hold six bullets at a time, but after firing a shot, it could automatically reload the next bullet. It could be considered as a semi-automatic pistol.
"Let's go to the shooting range when we're free." The White Eagle casually said with the remaining cigarette in his mouth. He also took out a white pistol from his waist. "But, let's take care of the little rats behind us first."
Before he finished, he opened the car door and rolled out.
Bang bang!
Two consecutive gunshots were heard, followed by the sound of a car braking behind him.
Screech …
Dale Quicksilver stopped the car. He immediately opened the door and rushed out.
Garon didn't want to be outdone. He looked back with the pistol in his hand. Through the car window, he saw the White Eagle shooting a tall, muscular man. Then he did a front flip, rolled on the ground, and accurately killed two men in black behind him.
There were actually two black sedans following behind their car. There were a total of six people in the car. In this short period of time, four of them were killed by the White Eagle. The other two got into the car behind them and turned a corner to escape.
The White Eagle sneered and raised his hand to fire two shots.
Boom!
The car that was turning the corner suddenly exploded and burst into flames. A strong smell of gasoline and burnt flesh wafted in the air.
Garon had just gotten out of the car when the battle was over.
"What fast movements, what accurate marksmanship!" Seeing the White Eagle's killing efficiency, Garen's heart trembled slightly.
The red flames illuminated the three people's faces.
Dale Quicksilver bent down and checked the bodies.
"They're from the Golden Hoop."
"These disgusting rats!" The White Eagle spat. His white windbreaker shook off the dirt and grass that rolled on the ground. He turned around and saw Garon getting out of the car. Seeing that he wasn't afraid of such a scene, his eyes flashed with admiration.
"Mr. Kelly seems to have experienced this many times. Last time, you were the one who took care of the Golden Hoop, right? Do you have time to spar?"
"I'm not a professional fighter like you. I'm only interested in antiques. And you know, in our line of work, even if you're not used to it, you can't." Garon shrugged and smiled bitterly.
"That's true. Alright, let's get in the car. Gentlemen, things like murder and arson should be left to professional fighters like us. "The White Eagle kicked the body under his feet and turned to walk towards the car.
The other two got in the car as well.
Starting the car, the three of them continued to speed forward.
For a moment, no one dared to speak in the car.
Garon glanced at the White Eagle. This guy looked relaxed, but in fact, he was in a state of high alert. It was said that he and Dale Quicksilver were injured by the Golden Hoop's explosives last time. He clearly remembered that lesson and wasn't as careless as before.
Dale Quicksilver was focused on driving. His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
"Since the vigilant White Eagle is here, why don't we take a break?"
Garon closed his eyes and rested. Eventually, he fell asleep.
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