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Chapter 111 Aurora Organization's Information Sources

Hear this request.

Mr. Foster, the owner of the Owl Bar, said calmly:
“I know there are several gangs in this area of Moscow, where the Arbat Art Street borders the slums.

And one of the gangs is responsible for black market transactions

and.

It is said that some of the books were stolen from the Moscow State Library a few days ago.

It was circulated there.”

Hear this.

Su Wen did not jump to a conclusion. He asked a very rational question:
“You think.

As a highly confidential scientific research document involving a sacrifice to a god, could it really be stolen so easily?"

Frank nodded and continued to analyze:

"Kevin, you have a point.

This loss, I think, is more likely a transaction.

and so.

It may not be that easy for us to disrupt this deal.”

"But it's worth a try, isn't it?"

Noah asked with a smile.

Foster wiped the glasses on the bar.

While saying:
"Do you need me to take you there?"

"What are the requirements?"

“Not much to ask, of course, if you want to trade with those guys hanging around in the slums.

It would be best if this distinguished duke's daughter did not drive her luxury car.

otherwise.

I am at least 90% sure that they are members of a gang that makes a living by reselling.

The moment the car lights come on.

Like a group of Siberian gray rats, they quickly burrowed into the "cave" made of containers, broken wooden boards and sewers.

after all.

The Moscow Police Department has been keeping an eye on them for the past few days."

Hear this.

Su Wen asked:

"Then how do we get there?"

Noah pointed at the bartender next to him:
"Let me tell you, the Owl Bar doesn't look that big, that's because this old man Foster converted the other half of the area into his own garage."

Hear him say that.

Foster was not stingy:
"It's fine to ride my bike, as long as you don't hit anyone with malicious intent and get caught by the police."

The requirements are really low.

then.

He removed his bartender gloves and placed them in the sanitizing equipment.

Then he pressed a button inside a secret door.

next second.

The dark blue light strip with a strong sense of technology replaced the original bright yellow background light of the bar.

at the same time,

Accompanied by the sound of gear calibration by Kadenka and others.

A huge metal plate with a blue and white metallic luster and hung with guns quietly replaced the previous bar background with an owl painting.

From the classic Makarov pistol to the Mosin-Nagant rifle, and the AK series that appears in major shooting games, everything is available.

He is truly a tough Norwegian guy who can open a bar in a country of fighting people.

Su Wen admires him.

then.

The area under the bar was also evacuated.

An underground corridor with blue and white light strips quietly appeared.

"Come on, follow me downstairs. My garage is right below."

Foster went down first.

Su Wen and Angelica walked behind.

There is no shortage of off-road vehicles and bulletproof trucks in the garage.

But more of them are motorcycles with streamlined appearance and hardcore mechanical texture.

"Pick one of these Harley-Davidson Motor Company race cars.

We’re riding this tonight.”

Foster said.

Su Wen helped Angelica put on her helmet, and then they both put on their racing suits and sat on this extremely handsome motorcycle, one in front and one behind.

not far away.

Danas whispered in Noah's ear:
"If you dare to do anything dangerous like lift the front of the car or bend the blade, I can hardly guarantee that I won't do it myself."

Hear this.

Noah pointed to the gauze wrapped around his head timidly:
"Danas, believe it or not, I actually want to live a few more years."

And finally.

Foster could only ride on a motorcycle with honest Frank.

The bar owner asked humorously:
“Look, they all have pretty girls following them.

Frank, you feel a little embarrassed.

Hear this.

Frank replied in a muffled voice, wearing a motorcycle helmet:
"I am much older than Noah and his friends. In fact, I got married three years ago."

Good job, Frank with his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

This bar owner, who is less than 30 years old but looks very old, is a man of great talent.

The only third-level transcendent present was speechless.

did not expect.

I am the single one.

He saw that the rest of the people were already dressed.

Then he pressed the electromagnetic switch on the back door of the garage.

Three seconds later.

The early winter night wind in Moscow also poured in as the back door opened, gradually drying up the slightly hot air in the pub.

then.

Su Wen turned the handle.

Accompanied by the loud "hum" sound when the Harley motorcycle engine started.

Powerful power also burst out instantly.

perhaps.

Riding a motorcycle and driving a racing car are two completely different feelings.

Su Wen remembered the broken bicycle leaning against the door of the old house.

perhaps.

A two-wheeled vehicle without the protection of an external metal frame gives people a feeling of freedom.

Angelica sat in the back seat of the car.

Do not know why.

She now had more of the same feelings.

The roads in Moscow are somewhat similar to those in Primorsky Krai, wide and straight.

The buildings on both sides are beautifully decorated with colorful lights, which together with the street lights and car lights form an endless sea of lights.

It seems that all metropolises look alike at night, they are all gorgeous worlds made up of lights. Against the backdrop of darkness, they exude a brilliance that is even more dazzling than during the day.

Not far away is the Moscow River, a secondary tributary of the Volgar River.

Like Michelangelo's oil painting brush dipped in brilliant colors, sometimes lively, sometimes heavy, infinitely dyeing this prosperous city.

at this time.

The moonlight in the north of Moscow shines brightly and clearly in the distant star tracks.

Different from yesterday's rainstorm.

There are no dark clouds today.

But even so, much of the accumulated water from yesterday has already settled.

When the motorcycle passes through the waterway, you can feel the crystal lights splashing in the air reflecting a corner of the bustling Moscow in the distance.

Twenty minutes later.

They came to the Arbat Art Street in Moscow.

Arbat Street is a famous pedestrian street in the center of Moscow.

Originated in the 15th century, about 1 km long, close to the Moscow River, it is one of the oldest streets in Moscow.

Foster introduced through the communication line in the helmet:

“Arbat Street was once a paradise for artists and painters, and it preserves many quaint buildings.

and so.

This is also where many artworks are traded privately.”

at the same time.

Angelica also saw many scholars in winter clothes wandering aimlessly through the shops.

"It seems that they are moving pretty fast."

Su Wen thought calmly.