Following Shaw's instructions, Dewey rushed to the Play Boy bar after getting off the plane, but the place was quite remote, nearly a 40-minute drive from the city. Why did he choose to meet in such a remote bar, Dewey really couldn't understand.

The bar is a retro-style building, the house doesn't look so glamorous on the outside, and it doesn't occupy a large area, but it has two floors and a Play Boy sign hanging high on the storefront. Pushing through the gate, there were not many people, and the boss was a fat white man with a big beard, wrapped in a black skull turban, wearing a sleeveless leather vest, revealing white flowers and tattooed arms, and this person looked very much like the motorcycle gang in the movie.

The people in the bar did not make any agitation when a stranger entered the door, but quietly smoked hookahs and drank alcohol, and there were only two kinds of people sitting here, either homeless homeless people hanging out here, or people dressed like the boss gathered at a table to discuss something.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, and the letter didn't say what he was going to do when he entered the bar, but Dewey still found a place to sit down quietly to be on the safe side, and he was ready to take a break, and ordered a glass of ordinary inferior wine by the way. Looking at his watch, time passed minute by minute, no so-called street people appeared, and no one came to look for him, he began to feel that it was not a matter of waiting like this, and he was ready to take a risk.

Dewey pulled a swivel chair over and sat down at the bar, the bar owner noticed him and handed him a menu, and Dewey took out his ID card from his backpack and pointed it to the fat white man.

"I don't know you. The fat man shook his head.

"You.... Get to know this... people. Dewey stammered.

"Listen, man, I don't know any Xiao, I don't know any Gary, I just take care of the business here, you know?

"You.... Look again?" Dewey slapped the table.

"Damn...", the fat white man seemed to have lost his patience, "Fuck off!"

Dewey stared at him viciously, but quickly relented, and gathered his things to leave.

At this moment, in the door behind the counter, a greased Caucasian man walked out, "What's the noise? What's going on?"

It turned out that this fat man's name was Towndy. "Boss, this is a deflated three, and if you don't buy anything, you're still making trouble here! I'm telling him to get out. ”

This Caucasian man was dressed in a leather coat and had oily hair, and he looked like the person in charge, but in fact this person was the owner of the shop. "Hey, you, I said, you, yes, come here!"

"Show me your ID card. ”

"Okay, here it is. Dewey handed over a fake ID card.

The white man looked Dewey up and down, raising one of his eyebrows high. "You, come in with me!"

"Ahh

"That's a lot of!

Dewey followed the white man into the back room. The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

"Why are you here?" said the white man suddenly.

"Huh? Envelop... There is a person... It's called Shaw... He called me to come..."Dewey's English is really watery!"

"Who are you doing for now?"

"I, I only do things for myself. Dewey replied plainly.

"Do you know this person?" said the white man, showing Dewey a picture of Shaw.

"Chen Kun.... No, Shaw, I know this man. I got lost with him half a year ago, and he sent me this letter until yesterday. ”

The white man immediately put away the photo and lowered his head, "My name is Ennis Mack, you can call me Mike directly, I am the owner of this store." Seeing that your English is not very good, I will try to speak as slowly as possible in the future, Xiao said that you are an Asian mercenary in South America. ”

"Uh... Yes, I am, my name is Gary Du. Please, when can I see Shaw. Dewey was anxious to see Shaw.

"Listen man, that letter in your hand wasn't written by Xiao, it was written by his subordinates!"

"What? Are you kidding me?"

"No, Shaw is now in the hands of the A18 gang, I heard in the North Hill Casino a few days ago that the A18 people tortured Shaw away, Shaw told me before he lost the news that an Asian mercenary named Gary would come to my bar to look for me, and now you received a letter from him, it seems that he is still alive now!"

"What? What A18?"

"A gang operating near North Hill was taken away for Xiao stealing arms on their turf. There's nothing the Saints can do!"

Dewey was very confused when he heard this, "What? What saints? Speak slowly, okay?"

"Xiao is in charge of the second hall of the Saints Gang, the Saints gang can't get A18 at all! The second hall is going to die and stay there eating turkey, I really want to kill them, fuck!"

Wasn't Shaw from the Southern Club? Dewey was puzzled.

Mike plans to take a group of men and horses to rescue Shaw in the early hours of this morning. Dewey, on the other hand, was arranged to be repaired at the bar.

At 10:30 p.m., Michael entered Dewey's house and handed him a burger and an M1911 pistol with 60 rounds of ammunition.

Dewey reached out and took the pistol, "How many people are you going to bring?"

"Let's come to 20, after all, this is a relatively big fight for my brothers!"

At 3:20 a.m., Dewey and Mike came to a logging factory in Beishan, and due to the darkness of vision, Dewey felt that the difficulty of the battle would be greatly increased!

This factory was built halfway up the North Mountain, with a large valley at the foot of the mountain. Everyone was gathered on the periphery of the factory, and Mike and Dewey were equipped with silencers, "Up!" Mike ordered, "Gary (Dewey), you come with me, you copy in from here! There are two sentry posts there, there must be snipers on them! Let them sleep well! I'll be from the right! Quick!"

Dewey touched from the left flank, he put away his pistol, drew a dagger from his chest, bent over and quickly crossed the jungle, yes, he seemed to find the feeling of being on the battlefield again.

There are three sentry posts on the left, one sentry at each post. Suddenly, there was a fierce gunfire from the main gate of the factory, yes, Mike's men had already exchanged fire with the A18! As soon as Dewey looked up, the three people at the sentry post heard the gunshots and began to support the main gate remotely, Dewey bit the dagger directly on his mouth and slowly climbed up the ladder, because the quality of this ladder was so poor that a little bit of strength would make the entire sentry post shake non-stop.

Climbing up to the sentry post, the stupid sentry didn't know it, Dewey took the dagger from his mouth, gestured and waved his hand, and the knife cut his throat directly and neatly, and the blood nourished Dewey's face, and the distant gunfire had already covered all this, and no one knew that the three snipers on the left were about to hang.

"See Hades!" Dewey gently put the body on the side of the stake, Dewey picked up the ground around him, aimed at the two sentry posts side by side in front, the two heads were almost on the same line, Dewey didn't think about shooting this time, and the brains of the two were opened. The radio in his ears came with a message from Mike, the four sentry posts on the right had been cleared, and Dewey began to support the main gate from a distance, and the trajectory of the sniper rifle in his hand fell so badly that Dewey had to adjust several units each time he fired.

"Dewey, Dewey, you're getting Shaw, Shaw is going to be taken, hurry, they're moving towards the North Gate!" Mike roared over the radio.

Dewey looked at the sniper scope and spotted a group of centaurs moving towards a car in the north, "The distance is beyond my range!

Putting down the gun, Dewey immediately slid down the ladder and rushed to the north gate, "Mike, Mike, cover me!"

"He's here!" Two A18 men shot at Dewey on the road, but fortunately, the marksmanship was so bad that he didn't hit a single shot, and Dewey couldn't care about competing with these two bastards, he ran faster than a cheetah!

Dewey was almost at the north gate, "Don't move!" At the north gate, three people stopped Dewey, and three of them pointed guns at Dewey's head, and he had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.

"Turn around, turn around, put your hands behind your back!" one of them slowly approached Dewey with a gun, "Man, you can't outrun the bullet!" the black man in front of him said a mouthful of slang.

Dewey sneered at him contemptuously, "Hillbilly, I don't understand what the fuck you're talking about, but you... It would be a big mistake to get close!"

Dewey punched his black coal-like face, leaned over and walked behind him, elbowed the black man in the back of the head, and strangled the rifle in his hand around his neck, the black man quickly lost the ability to resist, Dewey pulled out the pistol on his waist with his right hand, and shot through the heart of another person, after a shot, Dewey directly smashed the pistol into the remaining black man.

"Big brother, let me go, my fault, my fault! spare my life..."

Looking at the embarrassed look of the black man in his hand, Dewey was moved by compassion, "Fuck, you are still fucking eating ice cream on the street!

Suddenly, two cars rushed out of the north gate, and it was Xiao who was being held in the car!

"Shaw! Fuck!"