I have a mission to entrust you with... I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place... The brand of this security company is really just a brand...

Hearing the visitor's words, Klein immediately filled his heart with complaints, and he only regretted that there were no forums or bullet comments here for communication.

However, he quickly remembered that he had asked a similar question before, and the captain's answer was, if you have free time, why not take it? The money earned can be used as the team's treasury and the welfare of the participants.

Luo Shan's eyes turned, and after thinking for a moment, she said:

"Our security personnel are all out on a mission. The fastest one will not be back for at least an hour. If your matter is not urgent, you can consider it."

Among the six official members of the Night Watchers, Captain Dunn Smith was invited to the church by the bishop to discuss something. Leonard Mitchell was guarding the "Chaness Gate" for him.

"Corpse Collector" Frye and "Sleepless One" Luo Yao. Laiding have gone to the Golden Wutong District to cooperate with the police department to investigate a theft case with sectarian elements. Another "Sleepless One" Conley. White is on a break, and another "Midnight Poet" Xijia. Teong went to the "Raphael Cemetery" on the outskirts of the North District for daily inspections.

As for the remaining two Beyonders, Old Neil is getting older and weaker, and he hasn't been on a mission for a long time. Klein is still a beginner and a true novice in all aspects.

"They are all away..." The tall and thin man with gray hair and an umbrella in his hand looked dark, took off his hat, bowed and said, "Sorry to bother you, goodbye."

He turned around, walked towards the door, and left No. 36 Zouteland Street along the stairs amid the sound of rain and wind.

"What a coincidence." Luo Shan watched the gentleman leave and sighed regretfully.

Although she would not get a share of the commission, she would definitely get to share in a big meal.

"There's no other way. Chanis Gate must be guarded at all times." Klein put down his knife, fork, and spoon with satisfaction. He even drank up the thick soup made of turnips and vegetables, which he didn't like very much. "Do you want Brett to go on the mission? Or yourself?"

Luo Shan rolled her eyes and said with a smile:

"Brett can't do that, but you can, our Mr. Fortune Teller..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly came to her senses and quickly shut up, because the door was not closed yet. If people passing by or visiting outside heard about the Beyonder, it would be a leak.

"Fortunately the captain is not here..." Luo Shan looked at the door and secretly stuck out her tongue, "Otherwise I would have to regret it again!"

Brett and Klein laughed at the same time, looked at each other, and started to clean up the dishes.

After finishing all this, seeing that the heavy rain had not stopped, Klein, who did not have an umbrella, chose to stay in the Blackthorn Security Company.

He took a newspaper, sat on the soft and elastic sofa, and took a leisurely "lunch break".

"The airship route from Backlund to Disi Bay has been opened..."

"The Great Detective Munson has been compiled into a book and will be published soon..."

"An advertisement for the Lawglas gun shop? A standard revolver with six rounds of ammunition for 3 pounds 10 soli, a double-barreled shotgun for 2 pounds..."

…

Klein was flipping through the Tingen City Honest Man's Newspaper when he suddenly discovered a piece of news:

"...The criminals who killed Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya have all been arrested. I believe the panic spreading in the North District, Golden Sycamore District, and East District will be greatly alleviated... Welch's father, banker Mr. McGowan, escorted his youngest son's body back to Constant City, where a grand funeral will be held..."

After reading it several times, Klein suddenly sighed:

It seems that Welch's father has believed the police's statement and did not hire a private detective to investigate...

His feelings about losing his youngest son must not be as sad as my father and mother losing their only son...

His mood suddenly became low, and Klein sat there without moving for a long time.

As for the fact that he was not invited to Welch and Naya's funerals, he didn't find it strange or depressed at all.

When everything calms down, I’ll find an opportunity to place a bouquet of flowers at their graves... Klein was about to go to the lounge to take a nap when the door of the reception hall was suddenly knocked again.

"Please come in." Luo Shan nodded her head and suddenly woke up.

The half-open door was pushed open, and the tall, thin man in formal attire and with graying temples walked in again.

"Can I wait here for a while? Your mercenaries, no, security personnel should be back soon, right?" He asked sincerely, trying to hide his anxious expression.

"Okay, you sit there for a while." Luo Shan pointed to the sofa next to her.

Klein asked curiously:

"Where did you hear about our security company? Who introduced you here?"

So much so that you could make two trips back and forth in the middle of the day when it was raining heavily, and be willing to wait?

Well, it must be that the members of the Nighthawks team easily solved difficult tasks in the eyes of others, and accumulated enough reputation in this industry...

The tall, thin man leaned his umbrella against the door, walked towards the sofa, and answered with a wry smile:

"I visited all the mercenaries, uh, security companies, and private detectives in the nearby streets. Only your company still has hope. They have no manpower to take other missions... Frankly speaking, if I hadn't met a waiter who delivered food, I really wouldn't have thought there was a security company here."

...It’s completely different from what I thought... Klein was stunned.

Roshan then interjected:

"Are they busy? So many tasks?"

The tall, thin man with gray hair on his temples sat down and said with a sigh:

"You are a mercenary team, no, a security company. You should have heard about the home invasion and murder case in Howers Street, right?"

Halls Street... burglary and murder case... Well, unfortunately, I am one of the parties involved... Klein nodded with a heavy heart:

"Yes."

"Because of the criminals' viciousness and cruelty, the wealthy people in the nearby neighborhoods and even the entire city of Tingen are afraid. In addition to increasing their own guards, they have also hired a lot of extra security personnel and private detectives, resulting in a significant shortage of staff in this industry." The tall and thin man answered clearly.

A standard chain reaction... Klein and Roxanne looked at each other and saw the self-mockery on each other's faces.

The security industry has entered its "golden age", but Blackthorn has not felt anything at all, which shows how much of a failure this company is.

Of course, in a sense, it also proves the success of the Nighthawks' hiding.

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, seeing that the rainstorm was about to stop, Klein prepared to pack up and leave to go to the "Shooting Club" to practice with his revolver.

At this moment, Leonard Mitchell, a man with black hair and green eyes, came out from the partition and looked at the sofa in confusion:

"Who is this?"

"Client, the captain is back?" Luo Shan asked happily.

"Come back?" The tall and thin man was stunned.

I was just sitting here, staring at the door, how come I didn't notice anyone coming back?

Luo Shan's expression froze immediately, and she laughed:

“As a security company, we don’t just have the front door.”

"I see." The tall and thin man nodded suddenly.

As for the title of captain, he didn't find it strange at all. The security company was the former mercenary team or small mercenary guild, and the appearance of a "captain" was quite normal.

Leonard's white shirt was untucked, and his black vest was casually draped over his shoulders. He glanced at the tall and thin man, and suddenly snapped his fingers and said:

"I'm a security officer at Blackthorn. What's your name? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Perhaps he had heard about the unruly nature of the "mercenaries" before, so the tall and thin man was not angry at the insult, but instead felt relieved.

He watched Leonard sit down and organized his words:

"My name is Keli, and I'm the butler of tobacco merchant Mr. Vickrol. His only son, little Elliot, was kidnapped this morning. We've called the police and they've taken the case very seriously, but Mr. Vickrol is still worried. He hopes to use your mercenaries, uh, security personnel, and your understanding of Tingen to investigate from another direction and ensure that little Elliot is rescued safely."

"If you can find the kidnappers' hiding place, Mr. Vickrol is willing to pay a reward of 100 pounds. If you can successfully rescue young Master Elliot, he is willing to double the reward and give you 200 pounds at once."

Leonard Mitchell smiled leisurely:

"Mr. Vickrol seems to only want us to find the kidnapper's hiding place? Otherwise, he would not think that his only son is only worth 100 pounds. A tobacco merchant who has close ties with southern plantations would not only offer 200 pounds."

"No, Mr. Vickrol is just an ordinary businessman, not a wealthy man. Besides, he believes that the police department is more professional when it comes to rescue." The old butler Kerry answered frankly.

"Okay, no problem." Leonard snapped his fingers again.

He looked at Luo Shan with his green eyes and said:

"Beautiful lady, please draw up a contract."

"Don't always think of yourself as a poet. In fact, you can only recite other people's works." Roshan was used to mocking each other with Leonard and forgot that there were guests present.

Of course, Blackthorn Security Company doesn’t care about who the client is. It’s great to have one, but it doesn’t matter if there isn’t one.

Luo Shan left the reception desk and entered the clerk's office, where the sound of knocking was heard immediately.

Klein's lips curled up as he watched them. He felt that they were too unprofessional.

There is no standard, ready-made contract!

"It's such a sad thing..."

"And what's even sadder is that I'm in such an unprofessional company..."

While he was thinking, Rona drafted a short contract with only a few clauses and had the butler Kerry and Leonard Mitchell sign them respectively.

After Keri stamped the contract, she took it into the accounting office and asked Mrs. Aureliana to stamp the contract with the "Blackthorn Security Company" seal. This seal was almost useless, so Dunn usually gave it to Aureliana for safekeeping, and on Sundays, he would give it to Roxanne and others.

"Waiting for your good news." After taking one of the contracts, the butler Kerry stood up, took off his hat and bowed.

Leonard did not respond and remained silent for more than ten seconds as if he was thinking about something.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Klein, smiling and saying:

"I need your assistance."

“Huh?” Klein was stunned.

"I mean, this mission is to be completed by you and me together." Leonard explained with a slight smile on his face. "I am good at fighting, shooting, climbing, sensing, chanting, and some auxiliary work, but not finding people. You don't want Old Neil to go out in this kind of weather, do you?"

When he mentioned the word “sensation”, his voice suddenly became unclear and impossible to hear clearly.

“Okay.” Klein had the urge to try out new “skills,” but he was also a little wary of Leonard Mitchell.

Phew, I hope it goes smoothly... I wonder how useful my "Fortune Teller" ability can be... he thought with some anticipation.