N-A-A Chapter 353 Tracy's Melancholy
Chapter 353 Tracy's Melancholy
Chapter 353 Tracy's Melancholy
"I wonder what brings you here?" Xize asked in a gentle tone, adopting the manner of a typical businessman.
Unlike Cattleya and Edwina, although Caesar had worked with this "Disease Lieutenant General" Tracy a few times, it was only through simple transactions. She wasn't even a regular customer of his. Her sudden visit today still surprised Caesar.
Especially considering that "Flame" Danitz had just left here.
He had heard that "Admiral Disease" and "Admiral Iceberg" were currently at sea—if she had arrived just a little earlier, she would have run into Danitz.
"this."
Without a word, Tracy pulled a "Ripper" from a canvas backpack she was carrying and placed it on the table.
Xize glanced at them, smiled, and said, "These are indeed items sold in my shops. Could it be—"
—Is there a quality problem with the firearm itself?
"If you have any problems, you can just tell the staff. There's no need to make a special trip."
"No, I'm not here to cause trouble for after-sales service." Tracy shook her head, her deep eyes looking directly at Caesar. "I want to ask about the origin of this gun."
"Origin?" Caesar asked, somewhat surprised. As the seller of this shipment, he knew very well that Danitz's goods were smuggled goods of dubious origin. However, smuggling firearms was all too common in Bayam.
Most of the gangs and pirates on the island use weapons that are smuggled through various channels.
He didn't expect Tracy to come all the way to ask him about this.
Could it be that she wanted to find out who was supplying weapons to the "Golden Dream"? Was she trying to strike at the source directly at the partner of "Admiral Iceberg"?
"Of course it was imported through legitimate channels." Xize remained calm and confident. "All the paperwork is in order."
"What, you'd like to order a batch too?"
Upon hearing Caesar's typical businessman tone, Tracy frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.
She knew the other party's style very well; having been in this industry for so long, it was impossible for the other party to easily betray their partner.
However, she didn't care about that. She was just passing by today and happened to be checking some things to verify the results of her recent investigation.
"I heard," Tracy changed her approach, "that the manufacturer of this weapon is in Backlund?"
"Yes, that's how it is." Xize nodded frankly.
Although Danitz said nothing, in order to forge proper import and export documents, he did investigate the manufacturers of these guns from other legitimate arms import shops.
"Where in Backlund?" Tracy pressed.
Ok?
Wen Xize was somewhat surprised. If the goal was to deal with "Iceberg General," shouldn't they be targeting the middlemen? What use was knowing the manufacturer's location? It was a legitimate factory. Even if they wanted to investigate from the source, the middlemen had countless aliases, and the factory itself might not even know who its goods were ultimately sold to—
Strange—could it be that she simply wants to buy weapons to arm her fleet?
Although she was puzzled, this was not information that required strict confidentiality. With Tracy's connections, she could find it out herself with a little time and money.
On the Black Death.
Wearing the ill-fitting black men's coat, Tracy returned to her captain's cabin.
As soon as she reached the door of the room, she keenly sensed a familiar yet repulsive spiritual aura.
It's that woman—
Tracy, her face grim, flung open the door. Sure enough, a familiar, voluptuous figure in a sexy nightgown lay languidly on her bed.
"Little Tracy, long time no see?" Katarina greeted her daughter with a smile as she entered.
"Mother, what brings you here?"
Tracy suppressed her displeasure and asked in a dry voice.
"What, can't I just come to see you?" Katarina replied with a light laugh.
Then, under Tracy's increasingly cold gaze, she slowly took the handmade shotgun that Tracy had placed by her pillow and treasured, and gently wiped the cold gun with her slender palm.
Tracy's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to step forward and stop him. That was something Brando had left her! How could he let another woman hold it in her arms!
Only I can hold it in my arms!
She clenched her fists, about to speak, when she saw Katarina cast a playful glance at her.
With just one glance, the anger that was about to erupt in Tracy's heart was extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.
Katarina curled her lips into a smile, picked up the gun, and brought her nose close to the barrel, taking a gentle sniff.
"This smells like you, little Tracy~"
"It's quite strong, isn't it? Does little Tracy often—use it for something? Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Tracy felt embarrassed and quickly lowered her head, unsure of what expression to wear when facing her mother.
After a long pause, she finally raised her head again: "Mother, what—what brings you here this time?"
"Sigh—you're not cute at all." Katarina sighed dramatically, her flirtatious expression fading slightly. "I heard from the contact that you want to suspend your current mission for a while."
"Besides, you've been a bit lax lately."
Why is that?
"I—I have some personal matters to attend to." Tracy glanced to the side.
"Oh~ personal matter—" Katarina drawled, her gaze returning to the "Ripper," her tone playful, "Is it related to this—?"
She tapped the gun lightly, then raised her eyes to look directly at Tracy, her red lips parting slightly: "Your... other half?"
Mother—how did she know? Tracy was stunned.
Seeing Tracy's puzzled look, Katarina shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Tracy's skill level is far inferior to hers. She can almost guess what Tracy is thinking.
Besides, she knew this daughter, whom she herself had twisted, all too well. What else could it be but an emotional matter that would make her drop her important tasks and rush to do something like this?
Of course she knew that the man named Monkey Brando wasn't dead. But she didn't tell Tracy. In fact, to help Tracy better experience the despair of losing everything, she personally took away and destroyed the fake corpse, leaving Tracy with no way to prove anything—
Originally, she planned to take advantage of Tracy's grief to quickly win over that interesting little guy herself, make him completely fall for her charm, and then choose an "appropriate" moment to bring Brando to Tracy, letting her experience the ultimate despair of falling from heaven to hell—what a wonderful scene that would be.
Unfortunately, due to Brando's stubbornness and the series of unexpected events that followed, the plan ultimately failed to be implemented.
Now it seems that Tracy has probably realized what's going on and wants to investigate it herself.
When she first received the news that Tracy wanted to suspend the mission, she already had a pretty good idea of the whole situation.
And just then, she received new instructions from above. So she immediately rushed to the "Black Death".
"I heard that your other half is already—Little Tracy, why are you still so persistent?"
"No, he didn't!" Tracy instinctively retorted, but when she met Katarina's amused gaze, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.
"This is none of your business."
"Okay," Katarina didn't continue the topic, "So where do you want to go?"
"Backlund—" Tracy pursed her lips, struggled for a few seconds in the suffocating silence, and finally whispered it out.
She knew that even if she didn't say anything, her mother would definitely be able to find out.
I was indeed a bit too hasty this time; I should have waited until everything was more secure before doing so.
well----
But that's Brando!
It's Brando, whom I've been dreaming of seeing again!
"Backlund—okay, go ahead." Katarina said casually, her eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"It's true. You can temporarily stop what you're doing and go to Backlund to take care of your personal matters," Katarina said with a smile.
"I agree."
Good luck!
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