Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 375 Bar Conflict
Adele had no way of knowing whether Wendy was persuaded by Constantine to convert, because when the two lovers, who had just known each other for a month, began to talk privately, she had already left the port with her simple black bag.

Although her mission did not have a time limit to complete, nor did it require the successful elimination of all members behind the ayahuasca sales organization, Adele was not used to procrastinating on such things.

Before leaving the temporary office at the Navy Headquarters, Adele had read the preliminary investigation materials sent to her by the extraordinary person from the Church of Mother Earth who was originally responsible for investigating the ayahuasca incident. The materials clearly introduced several shops and sellers selling ayahuasca.

Originally, although the sale of ayahuasca and other medicines was a prohibited transaction of addictive drugs, since there had been no mutations caused by ayahuasca before, the official Beyonders did not pay much attention to it, and it was in a chaotic state where the people did not report it and the officials did not investigate it. Before the Beyonders of the Church of Mother Earth moved in, it was difficult for the Beyonders of the Church of Night to conduct a thorough investigation alone, so they symbolically checked it twice and then shelved it.

Adele was not surprised by this situation. In fact, Rune's control over addictive drugs was far from as strict as required by law. Just like the Godfrey potion that Adele had seen in the East District before, it also contained a considerable amount of addictive ingredients. In a sense, it was contraband. However, there were still people who bought it, and the authorities could only turn a blind eye.

The level of chaos in the colony was even higher than that in Backlund's East District. The police and Beyonders here were unable to even basically resolve vicious incidents such as murder. Nearly 40% of murderers were able to go unpunished, not to mention trivial matters such as drug transactions.

It was a rather cold night, the spring air was chilly, and Adele, wearing a long coat and a knitted skirt, still shivered in the land breeze.

Outside the night sky was cloudless and pedestrians on the road were breathing out their breath to keep warm; the breath they exhaled was like the smoke produced by a pistol shot.

Adele walked through the Doctor's Quarter, Williams Street, Harley Street, and arrived at the Alpha Hotel near the museum a quarter of an hour later.

The museum here was built by the Loen government, and its main exhibits were various sacrificial items and cultural relics that had been confiscated from the colonies. Since old colonial nobles who held grudges often came to cause trouble, most of the exhibits here were replicas.

Although these replicas could not fool professionals, they could easily fool the impoverished nobles or inexperienced wealthy businessmen who came to the southern continent in search of opportunities. Therefore, this place, like the museums in various parts of Loen, was a place for local nouveau riche or wealthy outsiders to display their so-called cultural literacy.

And in the end, they often "happen" to go to the nearby pub with the person to whom they are showing their cultural heritage, "happen" to have a meal, "happen" to book a room, or perhaps "happen" to take some hallucinogenic drugs.

According to the investigation, the tavern in front of us, called "Alpha", was the most prosperous ayahuasca sales center before the incident with the priest.

Since most of the customers here are wealthy people with some savings and require large quantities, only a small amount of ayahuasca is stored here for them to use on site, and the main service provided is ordering.

Adele pushed open the door and asked for a beer from the ruddy-faced boss, while hanging her coat on the back of the chair.

When she took off her coat, her witch instinct felt that the heartbeats of several men sitting in the bar suddenly quickened, and they were most likely peeking at her.

It is really not suitable for a witch to appear in such an occasion. As long as she walks into the crowd, she will immediately become the focus...

Adele sighed inwardly. She had almost gotten used to her life as a witch, but once she entered a place like a bar, she would rather be the Sequence 8 instigator. At least she looked more intimidating.

“You have ayahuasca for sale here.”

Adele took the wine glass in her hand but didn't drink it. She asked the boss who looked a bit wealthy directly.

Her attitude was quite firm. She didn't give the other party any chance to deny it and used affirmative sentences.

"The situation is tense right now, so we're not selling it anymore." The boss looked at Adele with suspicion.

Adele said, "But I was introduced to you."

"Who introduced you here?"

"The owner of the dock bar."

“He did buy from me.”

"That ayahuasca is pretty good. Did you get it from Santana?"

This question seemed to irritate the boss. He looked up, put his hands on his waist and shouted, "What do you want? Just say it."

"I've already said it straight. I just want to know if you got the goods from Santana. If you don't have it here, I plan to buy it from him."

"Really? If so, then I don't want to tell you."

"It's not a big deal. There's no need for you to be so angry." Adele frowned. It was obvious that the other party's tough attitude made her a little at a loss.

"Angry?" The boss fumbled under the counter angrily, and finally took out a revolver and pointed it at Adele. "If you were harassed like me, you would be angry too. Now get out of here. I don't welcome curious bitches like you here."

"Hey, girl, if you want the goods, I know how to get them."

The drinkers behind her had obviously heard the argument between Adele and the bar owner. A few brave guys seemed to have mistaken Adele for a drug addict who frequented this place, and they boldly approached her from a distance.

Adele sighed heavily, put the glass of wine on the table unopened, then picked up her coat from the back of the chair and put it back on. After doing this, she picked up the glass and blew gently.

A chill spread along the cup, and a pile of black flocs settled in the middle of the yellow wine.

"Next time you add something to your glass, add it where I can't see."

Before she could finish her words, Adele had already made her move. She lowered her body, grabbed the tavern owner's gun hand with one hand, and with the other hand grabbed his hair and pulled it down hard, smashing his head on the solid wood counter, and the revolver in his hand flew out of her hand.

Adele picked up the glass of spiked beer and poured it on the unconscious boss' head without even looking at it. Then, under the gaze of the stunned drinkers around her, she slowly picked up the revolver on the ground, walked up to the man who had just approached her, and kicked him to the ground with his chair.

"When you tell a young lady you've got something, you'd better really have it."

Adele put the revolver to the man's head and flicked her long hair.

"So...how are you going to answer me?"

(End of this chapter)