Revenge On Crazy Husband
17. Buying Information and Services
Demetrio was sitting on his couch, just waking up from sleep for no reason.
The handsome man who was supposed to be living the sweet period of the honeymoon was getting out of bed while pulling a large robe. The room was heated to keep it from getting too cold, but Demetrio was actually not bothered by this cold air.
"Anytime I think it's a little hard to digest." Demetrio stared at the darkness of the desert directly from the window. "What did Larisa do?"
After a little talk about the history of ancient Egypt, Larisa and Demetrio separated without doing anything.
It's too waste of time. Larisa should not just shut up and do nothing. So ... He must have done it secretly.
Well, then, what?
"It remains unclear why he chose Egypt." Demetrio looked up at the expanse of stars in the sky. "Leadro is gone. The boy will only be back five days—"
No, wait a minute.
Coincidentally their goal was the same it must be just Larisa's plan. But, all so it looks like a real coincidence because Leadro parted from them at the airport.
The boy said he'd be back with Demetrio so he'd be here in five days.
If you assume that Larisa 'needs' the presence of Leadro as one of the success factors of the plan, it means that in the next five days, something very interesting will happen.
Demetrio suddenly laughed. "Larisa is becoming more and more interesting now. I like it a little."
Being patient for five days is a bit annoying, but Demetrio will try to be patient for the sake of his wife.
"Then" Demetrio closed the window of his room, "let's go see my wife. Maybe he's cold."
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Finding an information center turned out to be not as difficult as Larisa thought. He just had to reach a nearby village, find a small alley of a residential area where a group of men were sitting drunk.
Sakra beat them one by one until Larisa had no trouble threatening them.
"Marce soldiers who can kill." Larisa speaks Arabic so they can understand.
Language skills were important, so Larisa mastered several languages from different countries that she felt were important.
"I want to pay them to kill someone."
Violence is one of the easiest ways to control someone. They immediately provide the information Larisa needs, and Larisa moves to leave them in order to return.
"You didn't kill them?" Sakra asked as she continued to turn her head back. "If Demetrio doesn't die and find out, they can talk after being given the money."
"No problem." Larisa smiled slightly. "If they meet Demetrio, they'll be killed too."
Because for Demetrio anyway, they are clues as well as interference.
Larisa kept walking until her feet reached a small, modest diner. A number of people gathered at the tavern enjoying the food the merchant was selling.
They join and sit as customers. Ordering a serving of local specialties offered.
But when the order plate was delivered, Larisa immediately muttered, "I want to buy information and services."
The woman who brought him food immediately squeaked. Observing Larisa with Sakra who was busy sipping a warm drink because of the cold of the night.
"Wait a minute" whispered the maid, going into her shop.
Larisa enjoyed the food while she was away. Smiling to taste traditional Egyptian cuisine is not bad to be said.
"I hope we don't have to fight." Sakra massaged her neck after finishing the plate in two minutes. "They're big. My hand hurt hitting that bastard earlier."
"Depending on how they see me later" Larisa replied.
"Then, Larisa, try hard to look very evil."
"Do I ever look good?"
Sakra propped up her chin and smiled. "In my eyes you are an angel."
Well, Egyptian food turns out to have drug-like side effects. At least for Sakra.
Larisa could not cope with the madness because a child suddenly came pulling his cloak. The boy pointed towards a dark place, and Larisa already understood the person she was looking for was there.
Soon Larisa left, followed by Sakra.
"Prepare yourself."
I don't know what's there, but they could have hurt Larisa instead of transacting with her.
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