Maybe it was inspired by Leonardo, or maybe hatred and anger burned his recklessness. Francis only felt that his mind was surprisingly clear at the moment. His fatigue began to subside rapidly, and his thinking speed also increased significantly. This even made Francis feel a little flustered and vaguely afraid-but he knew it. I don't have much room for myself.

The reason why he started straightening immediately without pausing was because of the time lag that Francesco in the card hadn't learned the new information.

In a world where Lorenzo was assassinated and the assassin was counter-killed, the time before he and Leonardo were assassinated was too short. If Lorenzo is successfully assassinated, then there is no need for him to kill Leonardo. Francis is just an unremarkable gang leader. And Leonardo's name is not only well-known in some scholars' paintings, but also a completely insignificant person. on the other hand. Brother of Francis and father of Leonardo. The barrister with the same name as the Grand Duke. A well-known mediator and notary, his status and influence cannot be underestimated.

Francis hissed, he had indeed offended many people.

But Leonardo really has no enemies, and his name is not even known in the upper circles, even if he is mentioned as "the son of the barrister in Finch Town." The only way he could have been that things had gotten this clear. Even if Francis' brain is not very good. He also knew that the person who assassinated Lorenzo was the same as the person who assassinated himself and Leonardo... At least the reason why Leonardo was assassinated may be because when he talked with Lorenzo later, he might never In the assassination incident, Loren found some important clues.

And the Pazzi **** are always selfish. Even parents and children do not give complete trust. So it is basically certain that Francesco is the only one who is the planner this time, and he will compete at least yesterday afternoon. Even the preparations and planning started the night before in order to prepare in time. Suppose he didn't stay up too long last night, but went to bed early after arranging the assassination plan. And neither the wave of assassins last night nor the wave of traitors this morning let anyone live. So even if Francesco woke up and realized that something might be wrong, he would definitely not be too nervous. Francesco should be a person who is proud enough that he will not think that he has failed before the mission time limit is over.

After all, assassinating Leonardo is not a time-limited task. Lorenzo has no plans to come to Florence recently. On the contrary, if he is in a hurry and leaves some clues, it will bring trouble to the Qi family. In other words one of Francis' almost instinctive judgments. Today is the day with the highest detection success rate. Wait until the news of the assassin's assassination failure comes. Ailuo and the others did not send news on time, so he must become vigilant. At that time, Francis will go directly to find out the news. On the contrary, it is possible to cast oneself into a trap.

"I hope you can answer my question, my friend."

Francis squatted next to the sewer, knocked on the fence three times in the agreed way, and then spoke peacefully to the bottom.

He wasn't talking to the sewer rats, of course—he was talking to "rats," though.

This intelligence dealer nicknamed "Mouse" is worthy of his surname. His best. It is to escape through the sewers in various ways. I heard that he used to be a hydraulic engineer and presided over the renovation of the sewers in Florence. It wasn't until something happened to the Hornuo Dam that he was arrested by the police and even red gloves, and he left his wife and son and fled into the sewer. Became an informant. After a while, the iron fence was cut open from the side. The opening is very thin, but it is enough to see the face clearly. This is not the opening that the "rat" climbed up and opened by himself. He just opened a gap far away with an iron hook.

Even if the opponent's secret signal is correct, the "rat" still needs to be vigilant enough. He whistled when he saw Francie.

"Yo, isn't this Francis. Why did you remember to come to the South Side?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I need your help with something,' Mouse. Francis squatted at the entrance of the sewer, lowering his head and saying in a deep voice.

If it weren't for him, this is the end of the alley. This sneaky look will definitely attract the attention of others.

"Mouse" just shrugged and said with a smile: "I know what you want to ask. Did you have a hard time running for your life last night?"

"Always alive.

"Mouse" shrugged his shoulders and showed Francis a very familiar smile: "But I think. You also know that it is not easy for everyone to make money. I haven't eaten lunch today, and I don't know what to eat." You just say you How much will it cost?

Francis said bluntly: I want Francesco's address.

He didn't like the man either. This "rat" is notoriously greedy for money, and will even raise prices on the ground. Or sell the information of the two parties back and forth... But the accuracy of the information is still acceptable. At least so far, "rats" have not sold false information. After thinking about it, Francis decided to come to this profiteer. Seeing that Francis was so straightforward, a happy and relaxed smile appeared on the face of "Mouse". His forehead was wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were grinning wide, revealing his yellowish but neat teeth as if showing friendliness.

"Mouse" chuckled, squinting his eyes as if he was thinking about something. Francis was particularly disgusted by that kind of self-satisfied smile.

He said slowly: "You also know, my old friend. I'm not the kind of person who just sits and raises prices, and I'm not the kind of person who sees money. I'm not asking for something from you... You said, Although I live here, I always have pity in my heart. I am a good man like you! Francis didn't bother to say anything to him, and asked the price directly. But the "rat" seemed to be humiliated, He pursed his lips and puffed up his cheeks. He said intermittently: You—you can’t humiliate me like this! As I said, what I want is not florins, nor rings or pennies. A gold florin.

Mr. "Mouse" heard the words, and the angry expression on his face gradually subsided.

He squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, and still in that unhurried tone, he said slowly: I'm recalling... You know, I have too much information here, and I won't be able to think about it for a while. If you're not in a hurry, why don't you come to me again after the sun goes down? "

"Three truths. Tell me now. And you can't say my name when others ask you.

Francis held back his anger and replied in a low voice.

Hearing this, "Mouse" immediately said without hesitation: "No. 42 White Mist Street, the white house opposite the old Nanton's blacksmith hides. Another news for you, Francesco is at six o'clock in the morning Back home, I'm probably sleeping now...do what you want to do quickly.

He looked at Francis with a smile, and his tone was very brisk: "But the buyout price is not enough. You also know that the Pazzi family can pay me more."

"No one knows I've come to see you.

Francis narrowed his eyes and said: "And I only brought these...I promise to give you another twelve pounds. But I have to wait until I make sure the information is correct.

"Please, sir,"

"Mouse" spread his hands, grinned as if praying for rain, looked at Francis with his hands together, and shouted in an exaggerated tone like a little five, "Master, please watch and enjoy it__" Francis had a stern face , Bounced the three straight gold coins he was carrying into the sewer, and then closed the grill again to block that disgusting face.

"Leonardo feels really good...

Francis sighed, and said in a low voice: "For a lowly person, if you flatter him, he will bully you; if you bully him, he will flatter you...

As he spoke, his right hand lightly rubbed the short rifle hidden under his ribs.

A cyan flame ignited weakly but firmly in his eyes.