"Sense of security? Can this thing be sold?" Graves was stunned, and his stubbornness was obviously not turning around.

"Idiot, she said yes, she wants to charge us for protection." Drizzt sneered, inserted his hand into his pocket, and rubbed his fingers against the edge of a stack of cards.

"Little girl, how long have you been on the road? I received the protection fee from me, Grayfos?" Grayfos laughed happily as if he had heard some big joke.

"Wait!" Jinx shouted, stopping Graves' laughter, and she said thoughtfully: "Grays, I seem to have heard this name... let me think about it."

After thinking for a while, it seemed that there was some eyebrows. Jinx raised his eyebrows: "Did you two loot the airtight clockwork vault ten years ago, and even deceived the guards to help you carry the treasure onto the ship?"

When this happened in Piltwolf, Jinx was still a bratless little kid. Although there was no one now, this robbery was unprecedented. As long as you have a little guidance, the people of both cities will remember it.

"Hey! Someone actually remembers our feat." Graves smiled and suddenly felt that this girl, Jinx, was much more pleasing to her eyes.

"Then this hat uncle is that old deceased Drizzt?"

"Ahem, the fraud... is just a kind of... elegant name for the winner." Drizzt corrected it smoothly.

"Since we are all on the road, it means we have the possibility of cooperation. I heard that you hate Piltwolf and always can't get along with the police. And we happen to have a plan to be launched in Pittown, which is not as good as you..."

"Oh~ Are you going to blow up the police station? I can provide you with explosives, smoke bongs and me to attract fire. Drizzt sneaked in and install explosives. How about it?!" Jinx shouted in excitement, announcing her terrible thoughts directly on the street. Fortunately, there were not many people nearby, so I didn't feel scared and fainted when I heard it.

Giggs was very aggrieved because of the fact that he was bombed by a pigeon. He has been in a state of sluggishness in recent days and cannot eat. His originally smooth fur has become dark and yellow.

Although Jinx threatened to get it back, he had not come up with a good idea yet. When he heard that the two seniors wanted to go to Peak City to cause trouble, he immediately became interested.

"Is the Big Smoky Gun calling me?" Graves was a little surprised. He didn't know what the strength of this girl, but he was quite talented in getting nicknames.

"You misunderstood. The cooperation we are talking about is actually looking for a tour guide or local tyrant. Since you have done so many things in Piltwoff, you should know how to avoid the police. We are all wanted and our movements are restricted."

Drizzt said without any haste, but Jinx sounded uncomprehensible.

"You are looking for me for this? It's too salty!"

"We can have big robberies, but the main purpose of our visit to Piltwolf is to find a famous gunmaker. If Grayfos lost his gun, he had to help him get a handy weapon first."

As he said that, Drizzt signaled Grayfors and asked him to tell Jinx the master's name.

Jinx heard the name and said that this female gunman is a legend in the gun making technology industry. She has found many customized pistols produced by her in the collections of many wealthy nobles.

However, she moved out of Piltwolf more than ten years ago and ran to a small island around the Bilgewater waters to live in a lonely place.

It’s a blessing that Jinx has shown interest in guns since he was a child, so he has some understanding of things in the industry.

"You said she was no longer in Picheng?" Graves wondered and sucked the cigar hard.

Without weapons, his courage cannot be performed by one tenth!

"But I know other gunners. Do you want to recommend them to you?" Jinx smiled meaningfully, but it was nothing special in the eyes of the two men. Jinx's crazy girl was already deeply impressed by people.

"Then let's talk about it. You can't come in vain, otherwise there would be no place to spend the money." Graves patted the plump gold coin bag around his waist. If he didn't spend it, he felt that the bag would be broken and spilled out all the gold coins.

So Jinx told the two of them about Caitlin's parents' weapons workshop and marked the route of the police patrol on the map.

"Don't you go with us?" Drizzt took the map marked with the annotation and asked.

People who guide the way generally do not want to lead the way.

"I won't go, I'm going to go back and take care of my conscience, he was heartbroken by those false Mrs. Piltwo."

Jinx said as he walked, waved his hands to the two, but actually laughed in his heart.

"Ah~ What a wonderful misunderstanding if Caitlin came home after work and saw two more thieves at home~~ Jinx was so smart!!!"

The remaining two men were confused, not knowing that they had been arranged clearly.

"Man, can you keep your conscience at home?" asked Drizzt.

"You have to have a conscience first. If you have a conscience, you won't leave me behind and let me slap in prison." Graves groaned mockingly.

"Stop mentioning this! Didn't I just fished you up under the wreckage of the Mingyuan a few days ago?"

"You just opened the lock that I was tortured to the Goddess of Death, and then fainted. In the end, I took you off!"

The noise of the two people echoed on the empty streets of Zuan, and they did not stop until they found a livable hotel.

The next day, they disguised themselves and sat and roared to Piltwolf on the ground.

After a morning of scouting, Drizzt determined the authenticity of the map given by Jinx, and then entered the workshop with Grayfors.

Looking at the dazzling array of Hex technology weapons inside the counter, Grayfors had the illusion of entering heaven.

He glanced at it and found that the weapons were too petty and had little trouble, without the heavy weapons full of violent aesthetics he wanted.

To express his thoughts in another way, that is, the caliber is justice!

"Do you provide customized services? Don't worry about money."

Graves picked up a tech gun and put it in his hand. Then he found that all the weapons here were not loaded with Hex crystals. In other words, none of the things on the counter could be used, and they were placed openly for people to visit.

"Yes, what weapon do you want to make?" A middle-aged man raised his head, glanced at the two of them and lowered his head to continue assembling the weapons.

There is a daughter of a sheriff. Caitlyn's parents never worry about criminals coming to the workshop to steal. However, today, under the deliberate guidance of someone who is interested, the thing he is least worried about is quietly coming.

Graves tapped his fingers at the window and told the other party the big guy he needed.

"Sir, I'm helpless. The thing you want to customize is illegal in Piltwolf. I can't make it for you, otherwise I will break the law."
Chapter completed!