Look for 4

In the early morning, Hoop had been spread by a thick fog, and the thick white could not find a point of focus in front of him, and the choking smell of the quarantine water could make people breathless. In such fog, there is no need to worry about cars hitting pedestrians, and there are only three or two people squatting on the side of the street begging on the not wide street. In such weather, if people can eat enough, they will definitely not come out for a walk. There were no people working in the war-torn city, and even though the armistice had already begun, the Alliance of the Good Fellows had no intention of rebuilding it, and the barren land could not grow much food, and the cold winter was supposed to be a time for the people here to recuperate.

"So you're not alone?" Quinta and Andrew walked out of the "Midnight Club" early in the morning, and the two of them snorted in the fog and stepped on the broken bricks under their feet, and Andrew finally couldn't help but start the problem that had been held all night.

"Knowingly, you already knew the answer last night!" Quinta didn't look back, and continued to walk forward wrapped tightly in his leather coat.

"But how many of you are there, five or ten, or more?" Andrew continued.

"Ten!"

"What about the others?"

"You're asking too much, boy, does it have anything to do with finding someone?"

"Of course, I'm going to join you, shouldn't I ask?"

"You?haha!Join the Wandering Knight?!"

"Am I not okay? Now we're a team!"

"You're just a helper, or you and I are just doing business!"

"Hey, Quintah, don't be like this, it's my dream to be an orc!

"Then don't think about it anymore, boy!" Quinta suddenly turned around and stood still, and said to Andrew with a serious face: "Don't think about it anymore, find people and go their separate ways! You're just a little liar, you can't be an orc, and you can't join the Wandering Knight!"

Andrew looked at the somewhat angry Quinta and had to spread his hands in embarrassment, and said helplessly: "Okay! Don't be so serious, just take me joking!"

"Stop making fun of the orcs, or I'll blow your head off!"

"Will you?" "Yes!"

The two men disappeared into the fog as they spoke, and behind them, a figure came out from behind the half-collapsed wall, looked in the direction they had left, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going to start?" Quinta looked at the message on the piece of paper in his hand in a room with a "fortune telling" sign hanging on the door, "This man has been missing for a hundred years!"

"yes, it's been a hundred years, it's been too long to find, and I don't know what to do? Why don't I give you a figure out where he is?" Andrew said to Quinta with a smile as he lay in his computer chair.

"You kid be serious, this ghost errand is your next step!" Quinta said, taking off her black leather gloves and walking towards Andrew.

"Hey, don't get excited! Shall we talk about how to divide this bag of gold coins first?" Speaking of the coins, Andrew's eyes began to glow, and he raised his thick eyebrows, as if seducing a beautiful woman, and smiled flatteringly at Kunta, his eyes fixed on the bulging pockets of Kunta's leather coat.

"Do you want to divide the money before you finish the work, and then talk about the money, and I'll think of a place that we all know to hide him! What do you think of depositing it in Hoope's bank?" Quinta reached for the gold coin bag around her waist and walked back to her seat.

Hearing Quinta's words, Andrew jerked up from his chair and said to Quinta with a look of incredulity, "What? are you going to put this gold in that blown up bank? Andrew sat back down and continued, "You're not doing this for the gold, are you? You're doing it for the two words you said: hope, what hope, is the prophecy true, can he really save the world?" Andrew pointed to the man on the document, and then looked at Quinta again.

"Hopefully?!Are you really believing the of the Alliance?Save the world!Tell you, boy!I'm just for the gold!For the money!"

"Don't lie to me, Burning Orcs!Will you go to find someone for money?Why don't you do this, I want a third of the gold, you let me join the Burning Orcs, join the Wandering Knight!" Andrew looked at Quinta expectantly, only to see that Quinta gave him a sneer. "Okay! It's all for you! Let me join!"

"We've got business to do! stop rambling!" Quinta stood up impatiently and shouted at Andrew, gesturing to the laptop in front of his desk. Andrew sat in front of the computer in disappointment, muttering: "I also said that it was for money, and the gold coins were all given to you, and you didn't let me join!"

For three days, Andrew didn't go out, except for sleeping and going to the toilet, and the rest of the time he was looking for someone in front of the computer. Although he could easily hack into the database of the Dominator Alliance, he couldn't find a yellow mutant named Hou San who had lived for a hundred years. Quinta is also using her connections to find a yellow mutant named Hou San who has lived for a hundred years throughout Fennos. They can only get this information, yellow people, living for a hundred years, mutants, and nothing else, they don't know what Hou San is doing now, where he will be, whether he has changed his appearance! In this way, the search lasted for three whole days like looking for a needle in a haystack.

On the night of the third day, the communicator in Kunta's ear suddenly made a ticking sound, and when the communicator was pressed the turn on button, the image transmission of the headphone terminal projected Lao Ba's fat face. "Is there any news?" Quinta hoped that he would find some news, but when he turned around, he saw that his midnight bar was in shambles!

"Oh! I'm grass, Lao Tie, but it's making me miserable! It's like this when it's just open at night," Lao Ba pointed behind him with a bitter face and continued: "A group of alliance kings and calves came in and smashed them and took away all my girls, thanks to me and Billy running in time!" Billy behind Lao Ba echoed and nodded violently, "We tore the seal and came in, we can't stay in this place!"

"Are you sure the Coalition did it?" Quinta asked, confused.

"I'm sure! Definitely! And surely! It's the Coalition cops, coming in a police car! What the hell? We're going to look for you?"

"Come on, bring what you have to bring!"

After the communication view was cut off, Quinta sat on the couch and frowned, and Andrew still sat in front of the computer and looked at Quinta .

"You think the Alliance did it?"

"Surely, and the Midnight Club is very hidden, and the old bus has been working there for several years without being found! Someone must have followed us! But why did they do that? That old guy knew we were helping them find someone!"

"Do you think it's the leader of the Alliance who did it?"

"He's driving us away and closing down Lao Ba's club just to get us out of this place with people. He's telling us that no one is here, and he's going to drive us to the South?!" Quinta frowned and thought as he said what was in his heart, "In other words, he knows that Hou San might be in the South? No, we have to talk to the old man!, let's go with you!" Quinta grabbed Andrew's arm and was about to walk out the door, but Andrew shook his hand away.

"You wait, don't get so excited, okay? Think about it, if he knows where the person is, why don't he just tell us? Why did he go and shut down Lao Ba's club? Andrew's face was sad, and although he didn't know why, he really didn't want to follow Quinta to meet the Coalition again.

"Isn't it what? He knows about it, just ask him!" Quinta tried to drag Andrew, but Andrew nimbly dodged him.

"Did the people from that alliance tell us that everything is done by ourselves, if you ask him now, he will definitely not tell us!"

"Why not?

"I'm not going!"

"Why? What are you afraid of?"

The two of them dragged one to hide in the room, arguing, and at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Quinta and Andrew stopped arguing, and Andrew took two quick steps to avoid Quinta to open the door. "Your friends must be here!"

"Wait! they won't knock on the door ... Before Quinta finished speaking, Andrew had already opened the door, and the moment the door opened, a miniature ** was thrown into the room. With a bang, the sturdy hut collapsed, and Andrew and Quinta were buried in a pile of rubble.

"Puff puff!" "Puff puff,, who did this?" Andrew and Quinta crawled out of the brick rubble, spitting sand from their mouths. Andrew stood up and looked at his cabin in bewilderment.

"Hey, boy, you almost died, you know?" Quinta stood next to Andrew on his knees, and when he looked at Andrew, he saw tears on the black boy's face, "Hey, what are you doing? Are you a man? You're crying!"

"They blew up my house!Damn, I bought it with a year's hard-earned money, damn, it just blew up into ruins, woo woo~~~ Do you know how hard it is to make money at this time!? Fuck, brute!" Andrew jumped in anger and cried out.

"Alright, boy, you're still sad about your house, don't you know that your life is almost gone?"

"That's a miniature **, you can't kill people by blowing up, hey, this house is too unsturdy! The house is gone, what should I do?

"You're really a money fan, you're still thinking about gold coins after all this? Your signboard is still there, you can go to a roadside stall to tell fortunes!

"What's on it, who put it up?" Andrew asked, confused, staring at a piece of paper on the edge of the signboard.

"It's not yours?" said Quinta as she turned the sign to face herself, gently peeling off a piece of colored paper that read, "The Greatest Dancer of the Century—Ears of Wheat."