C269 It's the Police Again
C269 It's the Police Again
"Are you sure it's here?" Broken-winged Angel looked at this desolate mountain range and frowned deeply.
"I am sure. I traded 3000 potatoes here yesterday." The man with the taro hairstyle pointed to a triangular pattern carved on a big tree with a dagger. "I'm afraid I'll remember the wrong place. This is the mark I made when I left yesterday."
Broken-winged Angel's eyes eased up a little. He had given such an important task to the man with the taro head to do because he valued his carefulness. It was the appointed time, but the farmers had not come yet.
The Yatou man showed an uneasy expression. Broken-winged Angel, on the other hand, was very calm. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked up and said softly, "They are here."
The farmer's attire was very easy to recognize, and it could be seen at a glance. He was in his forties. His face was dark and full of wind and frost. When he looked at people, there was always a flash of inferiority in his eyes. When one's gaze came into contact with others, they would subconsciously lower their heads. A pair of cloth shoes that were stained with mud was on their feet.
It was unlikely that such a person had any schemes. Broken-winged Angel took half a step back. He did not want to make a sound, so he left everything to the Yatou Flying Man to deal with.
"Why are you so late? It has been more than five minutes." The Yatou man said in a serious tone.
"There's a problem, so I'm late," the man with the taro hairstyle said. The farmer showed an annoyed expression.
"What's the problem?" The man with the taro hairstyle felt his heart skip a beat.
"Well... I'm afraid... the potato can't be traded." The farmer stammered.
"What do you mean, we agreed yesterday, I brought all the money" The face of the man with the taro cap changed.
"Don't worry, let me finish first." The farmer quickly said, "We agreed yesterday, and I didn't want to go back on my word, but -"
"It's just what, say it." The man with the taro hairstyle said anxiously.
"The potato was eaten by the mouse," the man with the taro hairstyle said. The farmer said in a low voice.
"What? The rat ate it?" The iguana's eyes widened as he stared at the farmer. "The mouse ate the potato?"
"Yes." The farmer was so scared that he took a step back.
"Why did you eat it? Why did you eat it? What a coincidence! Why didn't you eat it earlier? Why did you eat it now? " The Yatou Flying Man asked three questions in a row.
"I don't know either." The farmer said with a bitter face.
"Where are your potatoes? Why don't you watch?" The man with the taro mask suppressed his anger and said.
"I built a house on the side of the land. The potatoes were originally placed in the house. Didn't you say yesterday you wanted potatoes? I was worried that there wouldn't be enough, so I went back overnight to check. I probably forgot to close the door when I left, and then I went online today... I found out that the potato was eaten by the mouse. " The farmer's tone carried a hint of complaint, as if the culprit behind this matter was the Yatou Flying Man.
"It's impossible for all 10,000 potatoes to be eaten by the mice, right? How many are left?" The taro samurai asked.
"About two thousand," said the man with the taro hairpin. The farmer said with a heartache.
"Only about two thousand. How many rats are there?" The eyes of the taro man blacked out and he almost fainted. The gap was ten thousand potatoes, two thousand was not enough.
"I don't know how many rats there are either." The farmer looked like he was about to cry. He was even more upset than the Taro Man.
The Yatou Flying Man didn't know what to do for a moment. He looked at Broken-winged Angel.
"Who sent you? Why did you want to harm the Villain Angel Clan?" Broken-winged Angel suddenly asked. His sharp eyes stared at the farmer without blinking. The man with the taro hairpin was shocked. He did not understand what was going on.
"What do you mean?" The farmer's face changed.
"Your disguise is very similar, but you still neglected some details." Broken-winged Angel said lightly, "Your nails are very clean. This is not a clean hand that a farmer should have. Of course, you can say that you like to be clean, but a person who just ordered more than two thousand potatoes. He should be feeling sad about the loss of eight thousand potatoes and not thinking about washing his hands. If that's the case, then it can only be said that this farmer doesn't care about his potatoes... This is what you overlooked, and when you walk, the footsteps are quite unnatural, which means that the shoes are not yours... The shoes above the Black Iron could automatically adjust their size, but the white board equipment could not. You wore a pair of hite board cloth shoes in order to show that you were a farmer, but you didn't think that it would not fit your feet, right? In the end, you pretended to be smart and deliberately didn't look at me. For a farmer to choose such a place to trade, it meant that he was very vigilant. And now, there is one more person, and you don't even care about it. It could only mean that you know me. I rarely come online, and most of them are in the territory. Even if many people in the Villain Angel Clan don't know me, how can a peasant in a remote place know me? It can only mean that this person investigated me and read my information. Would a farmer do such a thing?"
The farmer's expression changed again and again. Finally, he smiled and said in admiration, "I thought that my disguise was flawless. I didn't expect that there would be loopholes everywhere in front of you. Broken-winged Angel lives up to his reputation."
"You are from the Loyal Wise Court, right?" Broken-winged Angel's face was expressionless.
"Yes, the purpose is to delay your footsteps so that you won't be able to complete your mission." The farmer was also a bachelor. Since his identity had been exposed, he was too lazy to hide it.
"What is the plan of Loyal Wise Court and Three Leaf Lotus?" Broken-winged Angel stared coldly at the farmer.
"You really think too highly of me. My mission is to stall for time. I don't know anything else. In Loyal Wise Court, I am just a small figure." The farmer looked around quietly.
"There's no need to look. My ambush is everywhere. You won't be able to escape. Hand over all the potatoes you've brought." Broken-winged Angel said lightly.
"Are you going to let me go if I hand over all the potatoes?" The farmer asked.
"It depends on whether you're honest or not." Broken-winged Angel ignored the farmer and started to send a message. He had to tell Fallen Angel about the situation here as soon as possible so that he could deal with it.
"Two thousand potatoes. I will give them all to you." The farmer did not dare to resist. He had originally planned to trade with the two thousand potatoes, but now he did not have any money.
The man with the taro cap had a gloomy face. This matter was handled by him. He had promised that there would be no problem, but he did not expect this matter to be a trap from the beginning to the end. This made him very embarrassed. At the same time, he was also terrified of what he had done wrong. The two emotions intertwined, making him not say a word.
"Kill him." Broken-winged Angel walked towards the exit.
"You said you won't kill me." The farmer was shocked. He turned around and ran towards the direction he came from. His speed was not slow, but the arrows shot from all directions were even faster, shooting him into a hornet's nest.
"If you don't keep your promise, you'll die a horrible death." The farmer stared at Broken-winged Angel with madness in his eyes. After he finished speaking, he died.
"I only said that I saw that you were dishonest and didn't say that I would let you go. You misunderstood me." Broken-winged Angel sneered. His face was still ugly. Killing a farmer was useless to the big picture.
The real trouble was still at the back.