Durin's Diary

Chapter 119 Black Ops
After getting in the car, the two Gintama drove out of the block one after the other. His Majesty's car was in front, and its driver drove it onto the road to Wuyou Palace, followed by the other two Gintama.

On Du Lin's side, Fisher sat next to Du Lin and handed him a mission briefing.

"Boss, is it okay to give the briefing directly to this little guy?" The passenger seat was occupied by a half-elf, who seemed a little hesitant.

"Why don't you read it and try it after you've read it." Fisher asked back while taking out a pack of cigarettes for himself.

"I don't have that ability." The half-elf was a little embarrassed.

Du Lin opened the briefing, which had a lot of black text on it - a normal mission briefing, with the time, place, and people at the beginning, the trinity.

In the time, the year, month, and day are not painted, but the hours, minutes, and seconds are all painted black.

Among the locations, except Copenhagen, all others are painted black.

All the names on the character and action list were blacked out, but there was no target, so Du Lin saw a name - Jack Leonard.

But this name made Du Lin silent for a moment - Jack Leonard?

The bookstore clerk named Frank mentioned this name.

The postman is looking for him too.

Du Lin watched calmly.

According to the briefing, Jack Leonard resisted arrest and eventually committed suicide after a shootout with the secret police.

After his death, the police found that there was no bullet in his gun.

Du Lin sighed in his heart. It took a lot of courage to keep the last bullet for himself. In any case, this young Northernist won Du Lin's respect.

"Five questions, what are you going to ask?" Du Lin asked after putting down the briefing.

There must be a ten-day interval between each conversation with the deceased, and the integrity of the corpse is also required. More importantly, it must be done without delay, otherwise if the soul goes somewhere else, it would be like talking to a cow.

And only five questions can be asked to the corpse at a time, so Du Lin must know the content and order of the questions.

This time, the half-elf in the co-pilot's seat pulled a piece of paper from his folder and handed it to Durin: "It's all on it."

Du Lin glanced at the five questions on the paper.

1. Who are you waiting for when you die?

2. Who is your superior?

3. Who does your superior often meet with?

4. Do you know the murderer of Robbie Irvine?

5. How much do you know about the final plan?

Some things, the more you know, the more painful it is. Durin returned the paper to the half-elf: "It seems that you are in big trouble."

"Don't ask so many questions, kid." The half-elf smiled, looking calm and composed, but did not directly answer Durin's question.

Fisher coughed lightly and looked at the newspaper in his hand. He didn't say anything, but it was better than saying it.

As the car turned the corner and crossed paths with the horse-drawn carriage, Dulin saw a young gentleman standing on the side of the road. He was wearing a black leather windbreaker, the brass buttons at the hem of which had failed to fasten, leaving his white shirt exposed. Wasn't this the gentleman who had shielded the beggar mother and child from danger when the train left the station in Łódź?

Thinking of this, Du Lin narrowed his eyes while taking advantage of the window when Gintama had just completed the intersection with the carriage and had not yet accelerated.

Peck 'Doc' Nash
Occupation: Level 7 Ranger/Level 10 Swordsman
Level seventeen, half-step legendary level fifteen, you still have two more.

Du Lin suddenly realized why the young man had a very simple cross-guard long sword and scabbard attached to his belt.

He looks like a northerner, but has the double chin that is typical of southerners. Is he a mixed-race?

As Du Lin thought, the intersection faded away.

………………

Peck Nash put down the newspaper in his hand and, using the pseudonym Peck Grosh, glanced at the Gintama who was walking away.

In the cafe nearby, curly-haired Mr. Corleone came out and approached Peck: "It's my fault. Thank you for not doing anything."

"No, it's their fault. No one would have thought that the reinforcements this damned old man would find would be your children." Peck took the cigarette and looked at Mr. Corleone with pity. "Besides, I don't want to be hunted by the old Duke of the Elsh family for the rest of my life. It's too exciting and doesn't align with my philosophy of life."

The man gave a wry smile and motioned Peck to go into the cafe with him. Several men inside were loading guns into cello cases.

He walked over to the counter and lit a cigarette for himself, then raised the coffee pot in a gesture.

"Thank you." Peck, who was taking out his lighter, asked casually, "I heard you never recognized him. Why?"

"This is a deal between us and His Excellency the Duke. I adopted Dulin to the old Duke, and he helped us. He gave us these at a discount on the cost price."

"Comrades all owe Mr. Corleone a huge favor in this matter." At this time, Mr. Jason Kane came over.

Peck respected both Mr. Corleone and Mr. Jason very much - Mr. Corleone, as the heir to the Count's family, plunged into this bloody night; and Mr. Jason, as a mentor at the National Academy of Sciences of the Northern Kingdom, had a very superior living environment and an astonishing salary, but he joined the team when he was young and has been there ever since.

They are all respectable seniors.

He shook hands with Mr. Corleone and said, "It's all right. The old man from the Gregory family got lucky this time. The next time he finds an opportunity, that will be his death."

"Yes, the next time will definitely be the day this traitor dies." Mr. Corleone said this and handed the poured coffee to Mr. Jason: "Here, your favorite black coffee."

"Thank you so much." Mr. Jason held up the tea tray.

"This time Fisher found my child. I was worried that little Jack was dead." Mr. Corleone sighed. "They must have had no other choice. They came after my child. He is also a caster."

"It's okay. I believe in my apprentices. Their bodies and souls can withstand the test." Mr. Jason's expression was solemn when he mentioned little Jack. He looked at Peck and said, "Peck."

The young man took two steps forward and said, "Sir, is there anything you want to say?"

"From today on, you will no longer have any contact with me. You will accept the command of Mr. Corleone, and I will enter a single-line process. If I am arrested or die, you must initiate the trial process for my two apprentices as long as one of them is still alive. If they are traitors, they will proceed to the execution process."

"Sir." Peck was puzzled: "Didn't you say..."

"Now is now, and the future is the future. My two apprentices and I are closely connected. If the secret police confirm my identity, they will definitely arrest me as a suspect. In this situation, I have to prepare for the worst. I'm not afraid of death, young man. What I'm afraid of is that a traitor among them will use my apprentices' names to lure the new postman for the secret police. We must prepare for the worst. Remember that."

Faced with Mr. Jack's sincere advice, Peck finally nodded and agreed.

(End of this chapter)