Backstreets, jazz bars.

Today's bar is very deserted, and even the resident singer is limp with his guitar, occasionally humming a few tunes and muttering lyrics that no one understands.

It's no wonder that he doesn't work hard, the bar is rarely open for business during the day, let alone the "celebration" when people are out and about.

Listening to the noise outside—the backstreets are too small to accommodate the processions and crowds, so the sounds are actually coming from the central plaza and the Happy Street—the singers themselves are eager to throw their guitars and rush out, and become fans and sweat feverishly.

Oops...... It's a pity for my salary......

He glanced feebly at the idle and bored couple on the bar, sighed bitterly, and continued to play with the guitar.

There are only 4 people in the huge space.

Myself, the couple, and the bartender at the bar.

Ahh If there is no one, I can tell the boss that I will skip work because there is no one! I'm sure I can't leave here!

The singer felt that his eyes were full of resentment, that resentment! Like a dark flame in the Nine Abysses! Today is the day it burns the boring world!

Regardless of the singer's hesitant and hateful gaze, the two people in front of the bar drank calmly - in fact, they didn't see the singer's resentful eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk it."

The middle-aged beauty with blue hair sighed so emotionally. She picked up the large glass of draught beer and shook it gently as if she were drinking red wine, watching the white foam crumble into snowflakes.

"Ahaha, in that case, you really don't drink much."

Some sloppy men are arrogant, with their left hand lazily propped up on the table to support their chin, and with their right hand, they bring the cup to their lips and take a big sip.

"With you, the wine will turn sour. I miss that kid so much. It's called Guy. ”

The blue-haired beauty suddenly mentioned a familiar name, seemingly casually with her hands on her cheeks, but in fact, she was secretly squinting at his reaction from an angle that the sloppy man could not see.

And the sloppy man didn't react at all, still drinking. After drinking all the glasses, he let go of the glass that was sticking to the white foam.

"yes."

His voice was very low, and I don't know if it was an alcohol problem.

The man took another sip, his foaming lips opening and closing: "Sometimes I almost feel that he is just on a business trip or on a long vacation, and maybe tomorrow he will come back with a 'hey, hey, hey'." ”

"It's so rare, you can dream too."

"Men can do it."

The man raised his right hand decadently and motioned for the bartender to refill the wine.

"The man's brother is back."

The man said this coldly. The blue-haired beauty pushed her glasses and smiled, "Didn't he cooperate with our garrison?" ”

"Ah, that's right. Ha ha. ”

"However, when I talked about your department, I was angry, and I actually poached my trump card in front of me. Tut-tut...... Sure enough, the female university is not in the middle? ”

"It's like someone else is your daughter. Well, but who told me to see the stitches? ”

The drunken man's cheeks flushed with drunkenness. In the front, he was still talking about the blue-haired beauty's slip of the tongue, but later it became a pride in his subordinates.

The logic begins to get confused, and it is precisely the manifestation of the man starting to get drunk.

"Hehe, be careful not to drink too much. I'm not going to send you back. ”

"It's fine. When the time comes, just tell our captain to come and pick me up. ”

"I said you......"

It seems that the couple's conversation will not stop for quite some time.

I can't catch up today...... Tomorrow, even if I sacrifice overtime pay, I have to go to the festival!

With such a determination in his heart, the singer once again pulled up his voice, which he didn't use much at all, and shouted a song that he didn't even know what he was singing.

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For Vincent, the celebration was a good day.

Every time I encounter a celebration, it is the busiest time for Rubacher. It's also the busiest time for the police. It is also the busiest time for the search section.

Therefore, this is when Vincent is at his free.

The reason is simple, although Vincent is called the third master, he does not belong to Lubacher. He came to assist Rubacher as a "bodyguard".

As if it sounded quibbling - in fact it was quibbling - Vincent was not interested in getting involved in those things. The police were so busy that they didn't bother to trouble Rubacher. Because of a certain auction, Lubacher will not take the initiative to go to the police and the trouble of the Black Moon.

In this way, if there is no fight, the bodyguard will naturally have nothing to do.

"It's a good day."

He muttered as he shifted around on the couch and lay in a more comfortable position.

Rubacher's people were accustomed to his attitude of not being able to do anything.

Capable people are always adapted to the environment. Vincent, who happens to be a very capable person. That's a master of the same level as Garcia. Moreover, it is rumored that Vincent of Madness didn't actually use a three-chucked stick! Fighting with a weapon that is not easy to have such excellent combat power is enough to make Rubacher's mafia awe of him.

Sometimes, though, they're curious.

In general, people sleep eight hours a day. It varies from person to person, but it's not too bad.

And Vincent can't wait to sleep every day except smoking. If it weren't for the hunger, I would have saved even the opportunity to eat.

What do you think about all day? Wouldn't you get a headache after sleeping so much?

The mafia passing by couldn't help but have this question.

In fact, Vincent really wasn't just resting.

Close your eyes, it's a fight.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could return to the battlefield filled with gunpowder, fire, blood, explosions, wailing, and ...... Fear.

There were only two people on the battlefield, Vincent Campbell. Known as "Wild Flame". Lancet, who calls himself "Scarlet Scorpio".

The two men kept fighting, fiercely. Every time, it was Vincent's defeat.

From the day the Flame Hunters were wiped out, Vincent fell into this eternal nightmare.

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. Vincent, who had come out to work because of poverty, didn't see anything wrong with Ranster's approach.

However, not being able to breathe is another matter.

The world of mercenaries, that's it. Since I have been defeated by you, then I should just hone my kung fu and defeat you.

This is not revenge. It's just a simple fighting spirit. For example, it's like if you wear a new dress and I see it and buy a new dress that is more expensive than yours. For Vincent, it's such a simple comparison mentality. As for the money to feed the village, the salary given by Rubacher is sufficient.

This time, Vincent was still defeated.

There is no way around it. That man is really outrageously strong, Vincent has tried to attack from various angles with various weapons, but he will only be easily defused. And that's just the extent of Vincent's perception of Lenster. The real Lancet, I'm afraid it's much stronger than this.

Damn it......

Vincent, who was in an unhappy mood, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and held it, took out a lighter, clicked it a few times, and there was no fire......

Looks like it's running out?

He sat up in exasperation.

"Over there, give me a lighter."

Hearing the words of the three masters, a passing mafia quickly took out a lighter from his pocket and was about to hand it over.

"Over there, put the lighter away for me."

Suddenly, the voice of the young man at the door deliberately pretended to be old, so it was a little hoarse.

"This ......"

Now the mafia is in trouble.

The person who came was none other than the person who had this spirit of resistance, except for the Speaker's son-Xiu.

Now it's okay, who are you offending against? What about offending a direct boss? Or is it a light crime to offend the son of the chief chief?

Seeing the guy's hesitation, Vincent snorted, stood up, and snatched the lighter.

"Little ghost, are you provoking? Lao Tzu doesn't matter what kind of speaker you are or what the son of the chief minister, if you provoke Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will fight you Lao Tzu together. ”

There are four Lao Tzu in a row, if the language is poor, people are afraid that they won't be able to understand it. The mafia was glad that he could understand, and fled as if he were leaving. As soon as he left the room, he immediately gestured to the other mafia: "It's dangerous inside, don't go there!" Spread the news! ”

In the face of Vincent's threat, Xiu Gongzi was frank. Smiling and shrugging.

"Just kidding. And I'm bored. ”

"Go to Marconi."

"Hey, people have to be busy with the auction. You're the most idle here. ”

"Busy."

"Okay, okay, don't say that, go out with me. You're a bodyguard! Then come and protect me. ”

Xiu's attitude was as clingy as ever, which made Vincent very unhappy. The child who relies on the family is like this, and he always feels that everyone has to look at his family's face and let him. Vincent snorted coldly.

"Get out."

"Don't be so ......"

Without waiting for Xiu to finish speaking, Vincent raised his hand and slapped him.

Syllable.

The sound is loud.

The force made Xiu's head deviate, and a red palm print appeared on his face.

"You, you, you!"

"Lao Tzu is a mafia...... Faith first. ”

Vincent shook off the words, lay back on the couch, and lit the cigarette. Xiu wants to cry without tears, when has he ever encountered this kind of treatment! Who didn't have a smile on his face when he saw him?! Which one doesn't give him a few thin noodles?!

I actually met this kind of person today!

"You!"

“……”

"You're so cool! If you want to come to my house and be my bodyguard, I'll pay you ten times your salary! ”

"Get out of here!"

"Hey, don't be so cold! Give you 20 times as much as you can see if there is a discussion?! ”

Vincent had a headache.

Today, Rubacher is also very peaceful. in every sense.