69novels Chapter 163 Actor Danitz
Chapter 163 Actor Danitz
Chapter 163 Actor Danitz
Why did you kill him?!
Danitz roared in exasperation, staring intently at Alger.
Alger was stunned by this sudden turn of events and was a beat slow to react.
died? !
He instinctively released his grip and quickly stood up. At his feet, "Brando," whom he had just been suppressing, lay motionless on the dirty ground, his eyes wide open, devoid of any life.
The wound on his abdomen was still oozing blood, staining the ground beneath him a dark red.
Alger crouched down, extended his slightly trembling fingers, and checked the other's breath.
Cold and lifeless, it was indeed dead.
Damn it! How could he die so easily—he cursed inwardly, his face turning extremely ugly.
"Bullshit! I told you to stop him, not to kill him!" Danitz rushed forward immediately, pointing at Alger's nose and arguing with him angrily.
Alger quickly recovered from his initial frustration. He stood up abruptly and retorted without backing down, "Why are you yelling at me? His fatal wound was clearly caused by your shot! I was just trying to help you stop him, and you were the one who asked me to do it."
"Bullshit!" Danitz's eyes were bloodshot. "You were the one who went too far and accidentally killed him!"
"I just pinned him down. How could an injured, ordinary extraordinary being die just from me pinning him down?!"
"He was already dying, and you were still using so much force!"
The matter concerned ten thousand pounds, and the two men, like two fighting roosters, argued fiercely over a corpse in this dark alley.
Just then, a strange light suddenly appeared on the corpse of "Brando". Immediately afterwards, a translucent, extraordinary substance imbued with spirituality slowly emerged from the corpse, immediately attracting the attention of the two.
The argument between the two suddenly stopped.
"Damn it!" Danitz slapped his forehead, walked over "annoyed," and grabbed the special ability.
"Too late! I forgot to perform a psychic ritual first!"
Seeing this, Alger felt a pang of regret. He had been too careless, forgetting such an important matter because of the argument.
With a £10,000 bounty on his head, this "Brando" must have a lot of secrets. If the truth could be revealed through psychic abilities, the information itself would probably be worth at least £1,000!
Now, everything has vanished with the dissipation of the spirit.
After a moment, Alger broke the silence first. He glanced at the already cold corpse and said in a deep voice, "No matter what, things have come to this. Let's discuss the bounty first."
"You killed him, and you still want a share of the bounty?" Danitz immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"I'll say it again, his death has nothing to do with me!"
The two then argued again about "dividing the spoils".
Finally, Danitz was the first to "give in." He glanced around and said impatiently, "Alright! This isn't the place to talk business!"
He gestured to Alger, and the two of them together lifted the unfortunate body and returned it to the dilapidated house.
Back at the hotel, Danitz threw the body on the ground, plopped down in a chair, and gulped down a large mouthful of wine before saying indignantly, "Actually, during that card game we played together before, I had already agreed to take Brando on as my underling, but because of time constraints..."
I didn't have time to take him on the "Golden Dream".
As a result, this guy got into trouble outside, and coincidentally ran into me, hoping I would protect him—ha!
Upon hearing this, Alger couldn't help but scoff at the naivety of this "Brando" in his heart.
On the high seas, to actually believe such a verbal promise, especially one made by a pirate.
Then he asked, "You really don't know who he offended?"
Danitz glanced at him, then picked up his glass and took another swig. "He said he started going on the run because he offended 'Sick Girl' Tracy,' but he doesn't seem to know much about the bounty."
"Otherwise, even if he were stupid, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact me."
Alger crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to continue.
"As for how he offended the 'sick girl,' he didn't elaborate, and I'm not really interested in knowing anyway." Danitz waved his hand. "Our captain taught us that the less you know, the safer you are."
Alger silently pondered this information: a sick girl and a novice adventurer. There must be more to it than met the eye.
He temporarily suppressed his doubts, looked at Danitz, and asked the question that concerned him most:
"What about the bounty?"
"If he dies, the bounty may not be valid."
"We might get into more trouble."
"This problem is alright." Just as Alger was secretly annoyed, Danitz spoke up: "Although the bounty is for a live victim..."
But this guy told me before he died that the "sick girl" wanted to kill him—and he showed extreme fear.
"Damn it, he thinks he can take risks at sea?" Danitz downed his drink in one gulp, then continued:
"So I think a corpse should be enough to get a reward. However, the price will probably be discounted."
Alger nodded, acknowledging Danitz's statement.
"Sigh—everyone who finds it gets a share, how about I give you 10% of the reward?" Danitz seemed reluctant to talk to Algerdo and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Ten percent?" Alger's lips twitched. This was too much of a blatant underestimation of him. He held up four fingers and said coldly, "I want at least forty percent." "Bullshit! You want to take advantage of my misfortune?!" Danitz refused without even thinking.
His current emotions weren't entirely an act; after all, Lorne had promised him that if he successfully tricked Tracy, all the bounty would be his.
The more Alger asked for, the less he would get. Exchanging a corpse for money already came with a discount, and Alger took 40% at once. How much of that 10,000 pounds would he actually have left?
"Okay!" Danitz held up two fingers, his tone full of concern. "Since you helped me, I'll give you 20%!"
Alger shook his head, looking like he had him completely under his thumb: "Forty percent."
"you."
The two then haggled over the price again.
In the end, through his eloquence, Alger managed to persuade Danitz.
However, Danitz also set conditions.
He could take 40% of Alger's bounty, but Alger had to handle the bounty redemption himself, as his own channels were inconvenient. Secondly, the properties extracted from the corpse belonged to him. Most importantly, Alger absolutely could not reveal his existence when redeeming the bounty; he had to say that he alone captured "Brando" and that he alone accidentally killed him.
"Why?" Alger knew Danitz wanted to distance himself, but he still asked, wanting to see what kind of reason the other would come up with.
"Sigh—" Danitz hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up: "For the sake of cooperation, I'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret."
"certainly."
"Actually, the captain and his crew will be operating at sea soon and need my support, but because of the Church of Storms, our plans have been temporarily delayed..."
"In short, I can't let anyone know that I'm still in Bayam during this time."
"Is that so?" Alger pondered. The reason sounded reasonable, but something still felt off. However, he didn't delve into it further.
For him, while there were risks involved in personally claiming the reward, it was also easier to manage and ensure that the money would ultimately pass through his hands.
He reluctantly agreed to Danitz's request.
After everything was settled, Danitz took a handbag and a pair of trousers from the corner of the room and handed them to Alger.
He indicated that these could be given to him as physical evidence first, and that he would give him the household registration after the reward was fully negotiated.
This guy still doesn't trust me. Oh well, it's free money anyway—Alger took the things Danitz handed him and agreed to his request.
Before leaving, Danitz suddenly remembered something and said:
"By the way, Brando actually had an orange cat, but it got run away with the cat."
A cat? Alger noted this information down, waved his hand, and quickly left.
About twenty minutes later, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.
After hearing the pre-arranged code, Danitz opened the door.
Lorne, wearing a top hat, pushed open the door and entered.
"Today's operation went more smoothly than expected."
"And another thing," Lorne said, looking at Danitz, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes behind his glasses, "you acted quite well."