I, the god, recruit witches to make money

As for whether Big Pineapple can still hide after being exposed?

None of her business.

That's something the FBI needs to worry about.

"My name is Gavial Swan, the assistant adopted by Mr. Pineapple. It's been more than ten years, and we thought the FBI had long forgotten about the Pineapple Detective Agency."

The boy walked on the rusty vermilion iron stairs, making a sound with every step.

Jian Ju was shocked and said, "More than ten years? The FBI said you were elite agents..."

"We are elite agents who have been lurking for more than ten years without being discovered. We are much better than our colleagues who died accidentally."

There was a hint of pride in Gavill's tone, perhaps because he had received recognition from the FBI.

But they haven't been sent out on any missions for more than a decade. Rather than being elite, they are more like useless agents who were abandoned because of their poor abilities.

Shiraishi thought to himself and glanced at Jianju beside him. She had a similar expression on her face.

The two sides looked at each other, as if everything was understood without words.

Jian Ju started the topic, and she was the only one who responded, "Yes, it's been more than ten years since we've been together, and it's rare that you were able to stay so alert just now."

"Well, that's another story."

Gavial had his back to the two of them. The embarrassment on his face was invisible, but his tone was obvious. "Anyway, come in and have a cup of tea first."

He opened the door of the detective agency.

Jianju's purple cherry eyes turned cold. He grabbed the boy's shoulders with one hand and pushed him into Bai Shi's arms.

He took it and said, "Don't panic."

The gentle voice calmed Gavial's flustered mood.

Behind the door, extreme darkness poured out from inside, instantly bringing the three people to a dark world without light.

Jian Ju's face was calm. With her sensitive physique, she could detect the enemy's location without any sight.

There are two people in total.

One person was responsible for blocking the view with magic, and the other was responsible for hiding the breath and quietly approaching to assassinate.

Could it be someone sent by the Paladin Order?

It doesn't matter.

Jian Ju drew his knife and swung it heavily in the deep darkness, making a sharp sound, hissing.

No need to even look at the enemy's position.

Whatever you know, you will be hurt.

The attacks of Beichen Xindaoliu cannot be avoided.

"Well."

The thick darkness dissipated, and several long knife wounds appeared on the chests of both men, and blood spurted out.

The person is still alive.

Jian Ju held a knife and said slowly, "Who sent you here?"

"Go to hell, you stinky bitch!"

One person was still shouting there, with a defiant look on his face.

The magic circles on the back of Gavial's hands glowed with light, and then, raging flames burned between his palms. His innocent face was also filled with anger and became distorted. "You are from the Razor Gang, right?"

The voice was cold.

The two injured men fell silent.

Jian Ju also saw that it was not someone from the Holy Knights who came. "Come to think of it, it is impossible for them to send such a low-ranking person to assassinate me, unless there is something wrong with their brain."

Gavier waved his hands forward, and flames suddenly shot out from his palms towards the two men. With a bang, the growing flames engulfed their entire bodies, "Ah!"

Being burned alive by flames is not a pleasant experience.

Bai Shi shook his head and asked in confusion: "Why did the Razor Gang bother you?"

As he spoke, he first tried to prevent the flames from burning the furniture, and then blocked out the sound of the two people's wailing.

The miserable screams might sound like beautiful melody to the Avenger, but to him, an unrelated person, it was a torture and too unpleasant to hear.

"Mr. Big Pineapple was assigned to investigate the disappearance of his wife a week ago. After investigation, we found that the employer's wife was kidnapped to Boren Manor by the Razor Gang."

Gavial gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, “We reported this matter to the Paladins, but they refused to investigate because they didn’t have more concrete evidence.

Because the Razor Gang is the largest gang in the Parisian underworld, the people of the Paladin Order must have received benefits from them!"

"Oh, really? If that's the case, I'd like to meet them."

Jian Ju sheathed her sword. She was impatient and couldn't stand dark things. If she encountered any, she would just kill them without thinking twice.

"Let's put the matter of Boren Manor aside for now and let the person rest in peace."

Shiraishi's suggestion added a bit of sadness to the burnt air. Gavial remained silent. He didn't dare to step forward because he was afraid of seeing Mr. Pineapple's tragic death.

Jian Ju patted his shoulder with one hand and said in a deep voice: "Go, this is what you should do."

"Well," Gavial took a deep breath, stepped over the charred body, and slowly approached the mahogany desk next to the blinds.

The black swivel chair was facing away from him.

The blond hair could be vaguely seen poking out from the back of the chair.

Gavier recalled the scenes of his time with Mr. Pineapple in his mind. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stretched his hands forward tremblingly, choking and saying, "Mr. Pineapple, I'm sorry, I should have solved the order of the goblin earlier.

You shouldn’t buy Lebanese flatbreads on the way.”

No more Lebanese flatbreads...

Tears blurred his vision and he turned the swivel chair around with difficulty.

Idiot! You should have killed me a hundred years earlier.

A dummy was lying on a chair, with a long note stuck on its forehead and a mocking face with drooping eyelids and sticking out tongue.

……

"Hahaha, that big pineapple is really an interesting pineapple!"

Jian Ju couldn't hold back his laughter, his trembling chest was like a grape vine in the wind.

Shake vigorously.

The sadness and regret on Gavial's face were all replaced by a sense of shame and anger, the tears disappeared, and a deep joy emerged in his heart.

Damn it, I was fooled!

Come to think of it, there's no way Mr. Pineapple could die so easily.

thump.

Gavial slammed his hands on the table, causing the pen holder to fall over and the pens to roll out. "Why couldn't you notify me in advance?"

Bai Shi touched his chin and said, "If Mr. Pineapple is not dead, where would he be?"

"Yes, we have something important to ask him for help."

Jian Ju scratched his head. Without that person's help, it would be easy for the Paladins to find out that he was slacking off.

Gavel came back to his senses and said with a surprised expression: "What are you talking about? It's not him, it's her. Mr. Big Pineapple is a woman."

Jian Ju was confused and asked, "A woman named Mr. Big Pineapple?"

Gavier nodded and said, "This is the name Mr. Pineapple requested. He said that the first rule of a detective is to obscure other people's perceptions, so she chose to use Mr. Pineapple's code name, and the second is..."

"What is it?"

Jian Ju hated people who only spoke half of their sentences. The boy was still hesitating, "Just say it. Hesitating is what women do. Just be straightforward!"

Gavier was helpless, blushing and whispering: "And her side is very big, so she calls herself the Big Pineapple."

He gestured to his chest with his hand and his voice became even lower.

Jian Ju was stunned and burst into laughter, "Haha, that girl is really interesting. I really want to meet her, right?"

"Ah."

Bai Shi nodded in agreement, and immediately received a look from the other party that said, "Humph, you really can't resist women with big breasts."

"What are you thinking? I just want to make friends with her."

Shiraishi retorted.

Gavier pondered for a while, clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Pineapple should have sneaked into the Boren Manor in Montmartre. She is not the kind of person who is willing to give in.

It is her style to kill the enemy before he can strike."

“I like this style.”

Jian Ju echoed the voice and said eagerly, "Then let's set off immediately."

"Boren Manor usually appears at night. It is a space constructed with magic and is also the most famous large underground casino in Paris."

Gavier explained, with a distressed look on his face, "It costs 10,000 euros to buy a ticket to enter."

Poor, not even able to take out 1,000 euros, this is Gavier's pitiful finances.

"A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Bai Shi said the famous words he wanted to say for a long time, raised his chin slightly, and said: "You just need to lead us to find someone who can buy the tickets.

One per person. ”

"Are you so rich?"

Gavier's face was filled with shock, that was 10,000 Euros!

Jian Ju smiled and poked Bai Shi in the abdomen with his elbow, "This guy has the financial resources to give a reward of 50,000 US dollars. He has so much money that he can do whatever he wants."

"I didn't know how before, but now I understand that tipping people is a fun thing."

Shiraishi has no idea what other people think when they give him tips, he just appreciates the tips he gives casually, which become memories that the other person will never forget.

That feeling of satisfaction is pretty good.

……

Mr. Pineapple often wanders in the gray area and is very familiar with the underground world of Paris.

Gavier was familiar with the situation in the 20th arrondissement of Paris and knew where the entrance to the underground world was.

District 18 is the lair of the Razor Gang, and going there to buy tickets is seeking death.

Gavier chose to buy tickets in the tenth district. He led the two to the Kurdish community, turned left and right, and entered a dark alley. He squatted down and knocked on the bottom square grid.

Three long and one short.

"Old Snake, give me three tickets to Boren Manor."

Gavial narrated in a low voice.

The squares moved away, revealing a pair of dark eyes, "You are still alive?"

"Nonsense, do you think it's so easy for me to be killed by the Razor Gang?"

Gavier rolled his eyes and urged, "Get me three tickets now."

"Are you rich?" Old Snake knew a thing or two about his financial situation.

Bai Shi squatted down, handed over his card and said, "I have money."

The old snake looked up and asked doubtfully, "Who are they?"

Gavier understood what he was worried about. Selling the tickets to people who had a grudge against the Razor Gang was no big deal, but selling them to official people was not something that could be solved by sacrificing one's skin.

"Don't worry, they are not from the Holy Knights. They are my personal assistants. I know the rules of the underworld."

Gavial promised solemnly.

The old snake hesitated a little, his eyes flashing with strange colors, and said: "Add more money, double the price, and I will sell it to you."

"no problem."

Bai Shi agreed immediately, which made the old snake feel sad. He thought he was not greedy enough.