He wore a hat. He usually doesn't wear a hat, but his uncle tells him that it's necessary, it can go a long way in preventing identification, and if there are witnesses, he can have a good excuse to change his confession.

Propriety. There are always rules to be there and there must be them. No matter what world you are in, everything has to be done according to the rules. Wisdom and reason are the most fundamental differences between humans and animals, and discarding this most powerful weapon is a taboo among everyone.

With a natural smile, he pushed open the door with natural movements, and walked into the noisy noise of the red crocodile west, like an inconspicuous python swimming into the sea. No one notices him, no one knows him, no one knows who he is. That's what he wanted. He's here to kill people.

He exhaled lightly, trying to calm his mind and not let himself get too nervous. He actually had confidence in himself, very confident, he knew that he had the ability to complete the task he was carrying out now, and his uncle knew this besides him, otherwise he would not have given him this task, and it would be impossible to favor him. You must know that the person who was originally entrusted with this task was not him, but his uncle himself, and it was a very important assassination operation that his uncle wanted to carry out himself. But his uncle took the risk of giving him this opportunity, on the one hand, to believe in his abilities, and on the other hand, to give him a chance to prove himself to the upper echelons of the family. This kind of opportunity has always been unattainable for a family member of his level, and his uncle has actually crossed the line by doing so, and the consequences can become very serious if they are serious. But of course, as long as the assassination is successful, everything is not a problem, and everything can be settled - but only if he does succeed.

That's why although he is full of confidence in himself, he still can't avoid being nervous. He pushed himself to the sharp corner at the edge of the cliff, and there were only two endings waiting for him - either he could fly and the sky was high and far away, or he could fall into the bottomless abyss.

He remembered what his uncle had told him to say.

"Three shots, one in the head, two in the chest. Throw the gun away as soon as you shoot it – don't make a big move, don't throw it, hang down your arm and let the gun go with the flow. No one will notice, everyone will think you still have a gun. They won't stare at your gun, they'll just stare at your face. ”

He rubbed his face.

"Then you go right away, get out of there, walk briskly, but don't run, don't look anybody's eyes, don't look at anybody. No one is going to stop you, they're all scared of you – remember that, they're all scared of you, and no one will intervene. ”

He looked around at the crowd of people and the twisted crowd around him. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, disdainful.

"When you walk out of the store, the person who will answer you will be waiting for you in the car. You don't say anything, go in, get in the car, and then leave the rest to the driver, don't worry about anything, don't worry about anything. Don't think about the guns that were thrown at the scene, don't think about fingerprints. The handle and trigger were covered with special tape, and nothing was left. Take special care not to touch your fingers anywhere else on the gun. Don't forget. ”

Recalling his uncle's earnest and somewhat over-the-top tone and gaze at him at the end, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. The older generation is always like this, and they like to be too careful in everything. He respected and loved his uncle, but he always thought that the only thing his uncle was better than him was his age—and when he reached his uncle's age, he was sure that he would achieve something greater than his uncle's. He's always had that self-confidence, and his self-confidence has given him a strong motivation to get to where he is today. His uncle had reminded him to be more restrained, otherwise he would suffer a big loss sooner or later. He didn't want to dismiss his uncle's judgment, but he really hadn't suffered any big losses so far.

And today, although the nature is somewhat different, some subtle, some sensitive, but in the degree of difficulty...... It doesn't seem to be much different from usual.

He had already spotted his target—the man was in the corner of the bar by the door, and he hadn't even noticed him when he had just entered, because he had been lying on his stomach and hadn't looked up. But now that he had noticed him, the fellow had just made a very noticeable movement—it was amusing to him that no one but him had noticed it, and most people couldn't get any more sounds in their ears than music—but it was a good thing for him. Now, he has the goal in the palm of his hand.

……

Tagyron didn't know when he woke up. But in short, he woke up silently, almost as strange as a resurrected corpse. He snatched Eddard's glass with the agility of a street thief, and his complaining tone and clarity made one wonder if he had ever been really drunk before, or if he had just poured a stomach full of grape juice.

"What's this for you, friend?" He frowned, looked at the wine glass in his hand with a puzzled and dissatisfied gaze, and looked at the cloudy liquid inside, "This is simply too bad to drink." ”

Ed looked at him and reached out to snatch the remaining half cup from his hand. "It wasn't meant to be for you to drink." He said slowly, taking a sip of his own—enjoying a sip—as he moved the tonic water he had ordered for this guy to him, "This is for you." ”

"Tonic water?"

"Sober up."

"I'm not drunk!"

"That's not what I saw." Edby made a rude gesture and poked down with his thumb at Tabillon.

Tabilon laughed. He didn't say anything more, took the tonic water and took a sip of it, his movements were chic and wild, which made people feel happy when they looked at it. Ed squinted at him, eyelids half-open, silent. He drank his wine quietly and slowly, as if waiting for something.

"Thank you, friend." The old gentleman put the cup back on the bar, politely thanked Ed, and smiled as if the two had known each other for more than ten years, "You picked me up from outside, you blocked the trouble for me that you didn't have to worry about, and you also thoughtfully invited me to a sobering sparkling drink - for a relationship that I have never met before, you have been too kind to me." ”

"When did you wake up?"

"Woke up when I woke up."

“…… Did you encounter anything interesting? ”

"Every day we get something interesting – but I have to admit, it seems to be a lot of fun today."

"I have something I want you to help with."

"Why me?"

"Are you serious about asking this question, friend?" Ed glanced at Tabillon, the old scoundrel still grinning. So he shrugged his shoulders and looked away, "Someone introduced me to you, a certain bar girl from a certain club. She told me that you've been in this place for a long time, and if you have any questions, you're the right thing to do. You will be able to give answers to any questions you have. ”

"Oh, I do. Because I'm just amazing, aren't I? Tabilon laughed, and then suddenly became expressionless again. This transition of movement and stillness should have been very abrupt, but it seemed very natural on this old man's body, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Ed remained silent. He looked at Tabillon, watched him drain the tonic completely, watched his fingers play with the cup before bouncing back to the center of the bar table.

"Why should I help you?" He asked.

There was no more grin on his face, he was already serious, and it made him a complete different. At this time, Ed realized that he was not looking for the wrong person, and that the old guy in front of him was indeed as he had heard, completely different from ordinary people, a terrible old gangster - although he still didn't understand why such an old gangster could be so embarrassed to be bullied by so many little thugs. This may be a mystery to him.

"Of course I know that hard work pays off." He tried his best to make his tone objective, professional, and business-like, "I think I should have shown my sincerity." ”

"You mean, pick me up like garbage, and then chase away two smelling wild dogs for me?" Tabilon shook his head, "I don't know you, friend, I don't even know your name until now - of course it doesn't matter, does it?" If you come to me for something and want to ask me to help you, of course that's okay, but this kind of thing — this kind of thing, my friend, belongs to 'business', it belongs to 'business'. And business is never personal. I appreciate the favor you have given me, but unfortunately it is not a bargaining chip for you to trade with me. ”

One of Ed's eyebrows raised. He looked at Tagilon, at the old face of this guy who had unconsciously resurfaced with a thin smile and a sly glint in his eyes, and slowly stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. He seemed to understand a little, he seemed to understand a little bit of what this old bastard was talking about after all this bullshit.

"I see," he said, shaking his head and rolling his eyelids, "how much?" ”

"That's so straightforward."

"I'm not like somebody who can go around the bend." Ed glanced at Tabillon, "I've never liked to go around the bend. ”

"Good habits."

"Sorry, I was a bit abrupt in my question. I guess I should talk about my problem first and then listen to your bid, right? ”

"No," Tabilon waved his hand, "I can bid now." ”

"Oh?"

"I'll have another drink, please." Fiddling with the empty wine glasses on the bar, Tabilon tilted his head to look at Eddard and winked at him, "But of course, it can't be tonic anymore—it can't be your nasty thing anymore." ”

“……”

"That's what I'm asking for, friend. And then whatever questions you have, I'll be able to give you the answers – I'll be able to give you the answers to any questions you have. ”