Davis didn't listen to Qiu Fengyu stay at home, but walked around the town early in the morning. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info people in the town are still the same as usual, going out, working, hanging out, or going to the bar. But now Brigin's bar hasn't opened yet, but the door is banging.

The bartender who was in the bar's utility room went out and opened the door, and then rubbed his eyes, and saw Davis standing in the doorway, and said to him, "Why haven't you opened yet?" I've been waiting for more than ten minutes. I think you're getting lazy now. As he spoke, he squeezed into the room. Because the bartender only opened a small gap.

"Sorry, Davis, we're not open in the morning, and if you want to drink, you'll have to wait a while, at least after half past ten, and we won't start ......," the bartender said, but before he could finish speaking, Davis pushed open the door, forced his way in, and sat down at the bar without heeding.

"Hey, Davis, you can't ...... like that" The bartender followed in, and then tried to stop Davis. But Davis sat motionless at the bar, looking at the bartender, his fingers tapping lightly on the countertop. The bartender looked helpless, "Okay, what do you want?" Brigkin? Mr. Hill certainly doesn't like people like you rushing in to find trouble. The bartender had no choice but to carry Brigin out.

"You mean Brigin? Mr. Hill? Haha, yes, I don't like Brigkin, he's a jerk, and to be honest, I wouldn't have bothered with him at all. Let me tell you, I've killed Mexicans. Know the Mexicans? Those bastards who robbed houses. I've killed them, and that's it! Davis said, gesturing with his hands in a shooting motion.

"That's how it was done, do you want that?" Davis said, pointing his finger at the bartender.

The bartender cautiously brushed his fingers away, and then had to say, "Okay, man, what the hell do you want?" I advise you to get out of here while Briggin hasn't come over yet. I think he'll pull out his shotgun. The double-barreled shotgun. I swear, he'll do it. "The bartender was a little scared of Davis.

"You mean guns?" Suddenly, Davis took the pistol out of his pocket, and then put it on the counter with a "snap", and smiled at the bartender, "Do you think I'm going to be scared of Briggin?" No, boy, even if he's here now, I won't be afraid of him. ”

"Well, you won, are we waiting for Brigin? Mr. Hill? I won't give you wine until he comes, because ...... It's not my bar, it's Mr. Hill's. The bartender looked at the pistol on the bar helplessly, and then stood aside with Davis depressed, with a bitter look on his face.

Little by little, time passed. Davis sat there, and then he didn't drink, but he smiled and fiddled with the pistol in his hand, then raised it, and aimed at the bartender, who quickly opened more, laughed, and said, "Don't, don't face me, I'm not your enemy." ”

"Of course you're not, do you know how I came to kill Mexicans? Very simple...... Just raise their guns and shoot, they are like groundhogs, one shot at a time...... My shooting was very accurate. Davis laughed, and then made a "snap" shooting sound from his mouth.

The bartender couldn't laugh or cry. Just then, I saw a man walk in through the doorway, and said loudly to the bartender, "Go and pour Davis a glass of wine - ask for Scotch whisky and some ice." That's how people drink in big cities, and now I like to drink like it. "The person who spoke was Brigkin? Hill.

Hearing this, the bartender let out a long breath, then nodded, and hurried to the bar to pour his drink. Davis sat at the bar and smiled at Briggin, "I knew you wouldn't stop me from drinking, and to be honest, I love the wine here." As he spoke, the bartender handed over the wine.

There were two glasses of wine, one for each person, and they were raised and touched, and then each drank it all. Briggin snapped his fingers, motioned to the bartender to pour another drink for himself and Davis, and said, "This one, I invited you, and this one, I invite you to drink two glasses, and then you go home and sleep, okay?" ”

Davis smiled comfortably: "Thank you, I'm going to have a few more drinks, I hope you won't mind." And also...... I'll tell you something, Ray? Breslin was already hanging, as if he had been killed. Who do you think his enemy will be? Don't say you don't know! ”

"I see. I knew it last night. There is no more well-informed person in this town than I am. Brigin smiled and said, "Breslin was indeed killed, but what does it have to do with me?" If he has an enemy in the town, it's probably me. I hate bastards! ”

"You mean you killed Breslin?" Davis just shook his head and looked at him and smiled, "Can I report you to Sheriff Coffin?" Maybe I can get a little bit of a bonus. ”

"No, man, if I hated this bastard and had killed him, his corpse would have been a relic long ago. I'll pickle him and put him in the exhibition hall in Paso City, so that this guy can be admired by many people. Know why I hate him so much? Because of him, I lost a lot of business. "It seems that Briggin has a great grudge against Breslin.

"Tell me, what kind of grudge?" Davis seemed interested.

"He robbed me of my business. He's selling moonshine, damn it, I don't know where to get the source of the goods, the wine sold is cheaper than mine, and some of my customers are lost because of him. Damn it, it's not a lot, but it's off to a bad start. Now he's dead...... Do you think I should continue to hate him, or should I celebrate? This bastard deserves to die - well, he's a dead bastard. ”

"Do you know who killed him?" Davis asked.

"This is the second time you've come, man, I know you're following Qiu, and you're enjoying it now, but ...... You can't ask me such a direct question. Even Qiu wouldn't ask me that. I really want to catch up with him, but it's a shame he didn't come to the bar last night! Brikin shrugged his shoulders at Davis.

"Well, you're right, the boss will always be right. But I've also killed Mexicans, haven't I? Davis smiled and turned to the bartender, "Bring me another drink, I want the strongest wine, what's it called......" he said, turning to Brikin and said.

"Vodka, Qiu's favorite." He said with a smile, then shook his head at the bartender. "Give Davis another glass of vodka, and then don't pour him a fourth drink, whatever he says, don't—" Briggin said, standing up and patting Davis on the shoulder, "Do you want to do your head a favor in this way?" ”

"What do you want to say?" The third glass of wine was handed over, and it was a glass of vodka. Davis took it in his hand, looked at Brikin with a somewhat unsightly face, squinted his eyes at him and said, "What the hell are you talking about?" What a damn one! ”

"I know what you're for, why don't we talk after this glass of wine?" Brikin patted Davis on the shoulder as he spoke, and then walked into the back room of the bar. Davis looked at the bartender, then said with a black smile, "He's crazy, isn't he?" ”

"No, you're crazy!" The bartender didn't give him the slightest face, just snorted, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who is out there saying that they killed the Mexicans?" It's clear that Mr. Hill sees your intentions, who are you trying to threaten? With this? Have you forgotten that you are in Abilene, in Texas? ”

"You're saying a cowboy will shoot at me? I mean the Mexican cowboys who come here to pan for gold—" Davis patted the bartender on the shoulder, shaking his head, "have you ever killed anyone?" No, so you don't have a say, but I killed the Mexicans, you know? With that, he drained the vodka from his glass and walked towards the back of the bar. As soon as I entered, I saw Brikin sitting in the boss's chair in his office, looking at him and smiling.

"Curious, isn't it?" Brikin looked at Davis and smiled, "Originally, I didn't like you, but today I really admire you." Man, I really admire you for luring out that Mexican lurking in the shadows! He said it a few times and admired it, and it didn't seem to be a joke.

Davis's face was a little unsightly. Yes, his plan was to make a big deal about killing Mexicans in bars, and then wander around town, intending to use himself to lure out the killer lurking in the shadows. It was his plan, which is why he came to the bar, and did it on purpose.

Because bars are the fastest places to spread the word, especially Brigin's! Now that Briggin had seen his intentions, it made him a little embarrassed and angry at the same time, he thought he had come up with a good idea, but he didn't expect it to be easily seen through, and at the same time full of frustration.

"How do you see that?" Davis asked, and immediately felt that he was asking stupidly, so he took a breath, sat down in front of Briggin, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands, "It seems that I still think too simply." ”

"No, man, that's a very good idea." Unexpectedly, Brikin gave him a thumbs up and said, "Even if that secret bastard knows that you are talking big, he will still make a move on you, are you sure you are ready?" If so, I will support you and help you get started. Because I hate this guy even more! (To be continued.) )