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However, the surrounding residents still like his old-fashioned atmosphere and the menu that has not increased in price much, of course, the boss also knows that the latter reason is more important, but it doesn't matter, he is also old, and he is not going to make something new as a reason for the price increase.

It was 11 o'clock in the evening, and the guests were almost gone, and the boss was silently wiping his wine glass at the counter, and a guest sitting at the end of the bar caught his attention.

In fact, he had been paying attention to him for a week, since a week ago the man would come to the bar at 6 o'clock every night, sit there, order a glass of whiskey, and sit until the bar closed at 12 o'clock, and of course the cheapest kind of liquor.

The boss noticed that his jacket had not been changed, and the number of refills was getting less and less. Judging from the growing stubble and haggard face on his face, it can be seen that he is in trouble, most of which has something to do with income.

An amber liquid poured into the glass in front of the man, and he looked up and looked at the boss with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm in for a treat, I don't want money."

"Thank you." As the boss expected, the man's voice was hoarse, which should have been caused by the difficulties of life.

"Where did you retire from? FBI、CIA？ The boss filled the cup that was empty in an instant, ignoring the other party's alert gaze.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I used to be too, CIA, so I can recognize you at a glance. The dark, unobtrusive coat, sitting in a position where you can see the whole room as soon as you enter the door, and next to the back door, these things are not things that the average person can pay attention to when they are down, and you still have these habits, which only means that these things are deep in your bones. ”

The man smiled bitterly and drank the wine again, but the boss didn't care, still poured him full, and then said casually: "When I was young, I always thought that I could do everything, I didn't pay attention to anything, my body and property were squandered at will, and when I got old, I felt that I couldn't do anything, but the things I once squandered couldn't come back, didn't I." ”

The man finally spoke: "I have always thought that I am working for the country and the people, but I don't care about the family around me, and when the country you have been loyal to abandons you like garbage, you find that you have left nothing for your family for so many years, and now you want to work hard to make your family live a good life, and you find that you don't know anything, what do you say." ”

Looking at the man with red eyes, the boss was a little silent, he remembered many of his old brothers, like this man, they gave everything for the country, and all they got was a not generous pension, and the various murder and investigation skills they had learned all their lives were not used at all in normal society, so they either indulged in alcohol, or embarked on the road of crime, and they were lucky, and used their pension and the savings accumulated in their previous jobs to set up a bar and chat to get by.

The boss knew that if no one could rescue him, this man would follow his brother's old path, and, judging by his age, he might not be a normal retirement, so such an old agent in his prime would hurt society very badly.

"If you don't mind, I'm still a small person, although the salary is not high, but I can support myself more or less, and maybe a little cub."

Looking at the boss's white hair and warm smile, the man wanted to cry a little, if it weren't for the family, who would want to run into walls everywhere, after all, what the wife and children need is a husband and father with a decent income, not a criminal family who can only bring humiliation and distrust around them.

Jingle bell, just when the man was about to promise the boss, the doorbell hanging above the door of the bar rang, and the boss frowned and looked over, why did anyone come so late, "It's closed, let's drink and go somewhere else." The boss's tone was a little impatient.

It was a man in black who came in, his thick beard and hair almost completely obscuring his face, this kind of guy with a hidden head and tail was not a customer that the boss liked, his hand was already holding the pistol under the bar, although he had been retired for a long time, he was still confident that he could kill him with one shot.

"Hey, don't you understand English?" Seeing that the man at the door was still standing there without the slightest intention of leaving, the boss was a little impatient, and he put the M1911 in his hand under the top light of the bar, giving the visitor a hint of deterrence.

The man raised his hand in amusement, signaling to the boss that he had no ill intentions, and said, "Hunter, don't you know me so soon?" ”

Bang, the high bar chair fell to the ground, and the drunkard Hunter, who had confided in the boss before, stood up straight and stared at the man at the door with his mouth wide open: "Head, it's really you?!" ”

The man at the doorway lowered his raised arms a little and turned them into open arms, and Hunter rushed over and hugged him tightly, patting each other on the back. The boss also quietly put away the pistol, picked up the wine bottle and poured two glasses of wine.

"Head, you're not dead? It's great. ”

"Hehe, my life is hard, it's not so easy to die."

"By the way, why did the Special Investigation Bureau disband, and where have you been during this time? I've heard... You're wanted..."

"Sit down and talk slowly." The boss took two glasses of wine and looked at the two men with a smile, he had heard all of Hunter's unscrupulous words just now, but he didn't do anything special. An agent who is so poor that he has no way out and has no choice to commit a crime, his friend should not be a bad person, especially when facing his pistol just now, his first choice is to raise his hand to contact the misunderstanding rather than immediately pull out the gun to fight back, he doesn't think that there is any threat to an old man like himself for an active agent.

David smiled and nodded at the boss, and Hunter found a table and sat down, Hunter asked impatiently: "Is it that the Special Investigation Bureau has been reorganized and your wanted notice has been canceled, I know there must be a misunderstanding here." ”

David shook his head, "No, the Special Investigation Bureau has not been reorganized, and I am still wanted, otherwise how would I come to see you like this." ”

Hunter frowned, "Then you're looking for me?" ”

"Hunter, do you think I'm the kind of person who betrays the country?" David asked solemnly.

"How, anyone is possible, only you can't." Hunter shook his head, he had worked with David for so long, he was confident in this regard, not to mention that the object of the sale was the devil, and he knew very well how many of his friends had died at the hands of the devil.

"Okay, then you have to think about what I'm going to say next. There are people in the federation who are in collusion with the devil, don't ask me who I am, I don't have any evidence, but the dissolution of the Special Investigation Bureau and the resignation of the former president have something to do with him. More importantly, I'm going to reorganize an organization to fight the demons, are you interested in participating. David thought for a moment and added, "It's paid, and the salary won't be lower than before." ”

Looking at David's eyes on the other side that were as clear as ever, Hunter didn't think too much about it, "No problem, head, I won't do anything else." ”

After saying that, he smiled and shouted to the boss in the bar: "Boss, I'm sorry, you have to find another guy." ”

The boss also smiled and waved his hand at him, "No, I will always keep this position for you, remember to come back alive to work for me, you still owe me money for a bottle of whiskey." ”

Hahaha, a hearty laugh came from the bar, many things about these new and old agents don't need to be so detailed, because those are things that they have experienced or are going through, and sometimes it is enough to toast their comrades who have sacrificed on this hidden front.