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James nestled in the corner of the bar, his body hidden behind a beer keg, in the center of his bruised and puffy eyelids, a pair of ridiculously squeezed eyes that swept through the bar.

He didn't know much now whether he was on a mission to find a target or if he was just on guard against Seth.

But it didn't matter, his coat had been torn under Seth's constant ravage, revealing his muscular body, and a pair of eyes looking around nervously, it was a person who could tell that there was something wrong with this guy. And in his state, this bar actually let him in, James felt that he was at least in the right place.

"It's a hard life. Behind the old wooden bar, a guy in his thirties dressed in civilian clothes placed a glass in front of James, and the barrel next to it was filled with a glass, "You look like you need something stronger." The man laughed, "But, I don't think you have any money." This cup is what I invited. ”

James's gaze shifted from the full glass of beer in front of him to the fellow, and without saying anything, he grasped the glass.

Seth hadn't been there for a while, and James had never known how Seth could have said something like 'I won't give it to you, I'll follow you'. But James refused to think about how his mission, his ideas, had been known to one of the 'General'' thugs. In fact, with a little brain effort, it can be clear, but James refuses to put in this little bit of brain power. is also capricious enough.

James picked up his glass, his lips twitching as soon as he touched the corner of his beer's eye. Seth's hand, regardless of the location, was burning with alcohol on the wound in his mouth. James frowned. Directly tilted his head, his throat tumbled up and down, and the beer, which was still covered with a sheet of white foam, was quickly filled.

Syllable!

The thick-bottomed beer mug was placed on the bar, and the dull crashing sound made a few middle-aged drunks look at it slowly, and then turn back slowly.

The guy laughed. Looking at James, who was propped up on the bar with his arms propped up on the bar, his head bowed, and the bruises on his forehead, he reached out and took the empty cup and gave James another glass.

"One more drink. The guy piled the beer in front of James, "Try to make it last a little longer." If the owner finds out that there is no wine in front of the guests, I will be scolded, thank you. ”

James's blushing face lifted up and looked at the fellow again. Still didn't speak, but reached out and grabbed the beer glass.

This was not the first bar James entered, and the model of 'fight clubs' was already very thoroughly described in the materials compiled by Newton, and the bars and clubs, which were easy to cross paths with strangers, were the main places for their recruitment.

And in the history of membership in Newton City Fight Club, bartenders, uh. It's not so advanced, and the bar guy is in the position of a veteran. The person who goes to drink probably won't bother with the guy who comes to talk to him. But you always have to say a word or two to these guys, they are the easiest people to communicate with.

But now Barton is in an awkward position, and there's no reason for them to randomly arrest a bunch of bar guys and then interrogate them if they have committed a crime.

'Ah, sorry, I drank too much that day. I thought the sign was an enemy of mine, so I kicked it twice. ’

If such a crime is interrogated, it will not make any sense to the case.

James had been in each bar for more than ten minutes before, and Seth, who had been hanging from the back, would appear. Beat James up in front of a room of onlookers, and then wait for James to escape, and chase him slowly.

James didn't know Seth had a clear purpose, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. At least along the way, the characters he plays have become more and more lifelike. It literally means that James doesn't have a place in his body right now that doesn't hurt.

James gritted his teeth and took a sip of his beer, his eyes continuing to wander around the bar.

"Please. The man was very thoughtful and put a small basket of nuts in front of James. I really don't know what he thinks, as if James's pain wasn't obvious enough.

James's gaze was on the man, staring closely, his thumb and forefinger reaching into the nut basket, crushing one, turning his gaze away and continuing to scan the bar.

The guy didn't mind much of James's actions, smiled and walked around in front of the other people in front of the bar, worked for a while, and stood in front of James again, "I haven't seen you before, my first time?"

It's in Paising, where James glanced at the sign before entering, and it's also an all-day bar. At Paising, most people have irregular working hours, and this business model is the norm.

James glanced at the other and didn't speak.

There weren't many people in the bar, and there was nothing to do with no one greeting the guys, leaning on the bar in front of James, supporting his body with one arm, and his eyes didn't stop at James, he swept over the scattered customers in the bar boringly, looking like he was chatting casually, "You're the kind of silent guy who doesn't like to talk?"

"I don't like it. James spoke, accented in the western part of the Commonwealth.

"Outlander?!" the man seemed to be a little interested, "Western?" He turned and leaned in front of James.

James pursed his lips and frowned, looking annoyed that his identity had been broken.

The guy raised an eyebrow, looked at James's glass, took out a beer glass to its fullness, and touched it to James's clenched cup, "Welcome, welcome to Barton." ”

The guy drank fast enough, and after a sip, he shoved the dirty cup under the bar and raised his hand to a few other guests, "If you don't be tall and strong to the boss, the next round will be free!"

"Yay!" the sporadic voice rang out in the bar, and the man smiled, ignoring the drunken guys, and leaned in front of James again.

"How long have you been here?" said the man, his face was a little ruddy from pouring a large glass of beer, and his beer-like breath sprayed on James's face, causing James to frown.

James stared at the fellow with an unfriendly gaze, his character being an out-of-town who didn't feel 'welcome' in the slightest. He's embodying that.

"Hey. The guy tapped James on the shoulder, "I'll ...... please."

James moved very quickly, and pressed the guy's not strong arm with his backhand, pressing it against the table, "Touch me, and I'll break your arm!"

"Uh......" The guy didn't seem to expect James to be so violent. I really don't know what he thinks, a guy with tattered clothes and bruises all over his face, normal people will hide far away. But this guy would actually take the initiative to talk, is this homogeneous attraction? Well, that's what James wants.

"I just wanted to say, I've got you a drink, at least we can talk, right!" the man's arm was pressed against the bar by James. Leaning his body and quickly explaining.

James waited for a while, the strength in his hand increasing again, giving a final warning, and then letting go of the other party.

The guy looked a little embarrassed, took a few steps back, and kept rubbing his aching shoulders. A few drunks laughed quietly, and seemed to be very happy to watch the play.

James clenched his glass, this mission was time-limited. According to the model analysis of the city of Newton. From recruitment to training to evil, it took about two months. Now in Patton City, the first month has passed, and James needs to catch up quickly, otherwise when something evil happens, there will be no point in his 'recruit' training on the periphery.

Therefore, he has to show enough 'talent' to leapfrog the ranks. Just like Wes's, he has to do enough damage** to quickly get into the middle and upper echelons of the fight club, come face to face with the boss behind the scenes, and then he can hand it over to Seth. All he had to do was identify the body, and the case was over.

James was actually in a hurry, he didn't want to delay it too long.

The guy brought the guy in the bar the free round he had promised, and returned to James, who was still frowning, but he was actually thinking, and he began to think that this guy might be the target.

"Can we talk now?" the guy smiled unnaturally and stood behind the bar, "I don't mean anything, but you saw it." He glanced at the scattered people in the bar, "It's these people every day." He lowered his voice, "It's boring." ”

The meaning is clear, this is a guy who is tired of his unchanged life.

James glanced at him and pushed away the beer in his hand, which was supposed to be given away for free, "Whiskey." ”

The guy turned his head to the side, pulled directly in front of him by the beer, pulled out his glass under the bar, and the bottle was emptied. He then delivers spirits in the amount of beer.

"Then ......" James no longer refused the guy's invitation to chat, the guy directly grabbed James's previous beer and touched the whiskey he pushed to James, "How long have you been here?"

"For a while. ”

"Uh, where do you live?"

"Over there. ”

"Well, what do you do?"

James frowned and looked at the guy without speaking.

"Uh, oh. The guy looked at James again and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry." ”

Look at it and you know that either it doesn't have it or it's bad, and it's not an element of friendly chat.

The guy thought for a moment, "I guess the place you're staying in isn't very welcoming to outsiders, is it?"

James continued to look at the guy and remained silent.

"The Bartons are like that. The guy smiled, "We all think that we built this city ourselves, but in fact, it has nothing to do with us, it is our older generation, and they are all outsiders, haha...... Hehe......"

The guy seemed to want to tell a joke, but James's silence made him realize that it wasn't funny.

The guy smiled, drank awkwardly, and leaned over to James without warning, "Hey, do you want to have some fun later?" (My novel "Barton Fantasy Events" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!......)