As night falls, Barton's glasses on the edge of Greentown light up the neon sign as usual, and the blue, red and orange lights are intertwined to form the name of the bar, which can be seen from afar.

In the open space in front of the bar, several iron cars and motorcycles were parked, and a few gangster-looking people were squatting on the side of the road, smoking cigarettes and looking around.

At this time, it was still early, so there were still few guests in the bar, and the hall of more than 200 square meters was empty, only a few idlers in the corner gathered around to play cards and gamble money, killing time.

Although there were not many customers, there were many more waiters in the bar than usual, and eight or nine big men were standing or sitting near the bar counter, all of them fierce and vicious, either wearing short-sleeved or camisole, showing off their strong muscles to the fullest.

If you pay close attention, you'll notice that every trouser pocket or back of the waist looks bulging, obviously carrying real guys, and if you think they're just big, you're probably going to end up at a loss.

The bar's proprietor, Patton, stayed behind the bar early, sitting on the round stool he was familiar with.

But at this time, he was not as calm as before, he was smoking a cigarette in a big gulp, his expression was a little flustered, and he looked uneasy.

"Boss, did you think that guy would really come over tonight?" Then a stocky black man came to the bar and whispered to Old Patton.

"Didn't I tell you everything? He sent me an email yesterday and will definitely be over tonight. Old Barton also whispered, paused, and continued to speak: "Except for the hall here, did you arrange all the people you arranged last night?" ”

"Don't worry, boss, the people I notified last night have already arrived, and now they have all arranged for me to hide in the basement, as long as that guy appears, I will signal them to surround this place secretly." The black man nodded and smiled.

"Enough weapons, right?" Old Barton asked again with some trepidation.

"Enough, with your face, boss, not to mention that we are responsible for providing weapons, even if they have no problem bringing their own." The black man patted his chest, and a little patted the old Patton's ass.

Old Barton glanced at the black man, then waved his hand to let him go.

This black man is one of his henchmen, because he is thoughtful and meticulous in handling things, so old Patton will hand over many things to him, and he can also save a lot of worry.

Although the bar's armed forces were raised, and even a squad of men was ambushed, the elder Patton still did not relax.

And the reason why he looks like a great enemy now is all due to an email he received the day before yesterday.

The elder Barton was just a gangster when he was young, he dropped out of school early and has been working in society since then, and later, due to various coincidences, coupled with the cleverness and ruthlessness of others, he gradually became a middle-level leader in a larger gang.

Although he was a middle-level leader, he was never known for his bravery, but rather cunning, and was good at gathering all kinds of intelligence and gossip, which allowed him to live a peaceful life for a long time.

There are always peaks and valleys in life, and after decades of ups and downs, until he is now fifty or sixty years old, the elder Barton is still alone.

Eventually, he got tired of the gangster life in the big city, so he found an opportunity to quit the gang.

With the money and connections he had amassed, he opened the bar in his hometown, Greentown, called Barton Glass.

In addition to the services provided by ordinary bars, he also started other gray businesses, such as the collection of intelligence in the vicinity, as well as the reselling of various stolen goods, and even some ordinary commissioned tasks, although the scale is not large, the level is not high, but it is still a little famous in the Costa province to which Green Town belongs.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, and the elder Barton had planted a heel a few months ago.

At that time, an enemy mongrel came to Greentown and wanted to ask for his help, and old Barton couldn't afford to provoke this enemy, but he was still very happy to clean up the enemy's mongrel to vent his anger.

Even though this bastard is an alien, he is still unsuspecting.

Originally, things went very smoothly, but the mantis caught the cicada and the yellow finch was behind, and at this time, the damn skull man appeared, not only rescued the mongrel, but also killed his two henchmen, and the most unfortunate thing was that he was smuggled back to the bar, some private documents that were originally hidden in the basement, as well as the hidden information backed up in the computer, were all found by the skull man.

Those are things that can't see the light, and if they are exposed by the other party, they will become very troublesome, and even their lives will be lost.

Although he saved his life in the end, he has been pinched by others since then, as long as the skull man uses those materials to blackmail him into doing something, unless he leaves everything here and goes to the end of the world, he has no way to resist at all.

He was worried about when the other party would come to the door again, but there was nothing he could do about it, and under this worried mood, Old Barton lived a life of not thinking about tea and dinner for a month or two.

But the strange thing is that three or four months have passed, and the other party seems to have disappeared from the world and has become silent, and the old Barton slowly eased up, after all, no matter what, life still has to go on.

Old Barton is a local snake in Green Town, Gong Bing was worried that he would leave some flaws that night, and was discovered by the other party afterwards, and came to the door to endanger the lives of his family, so he came up with this trick and took Old Barton's handle in his hand.

The second is that people like Old Patton who are in the gray and black area are not sure when they will be able to take advantage of it in the future.

But nothing special happened after that, and Gong Bing naturally didn't contact the other party again.

Just when Old Barton was about to forget about Gong Bing, Gong Bing found him by email, asking him to help him look something up.

The hands on the wall clock unconsciously crossed several times, and the number of customers in the bar gradually increased, and the noisy sound once again filled every corner of the bar.

Throughout the night, the Negro men walked back and forth several times inside and outside the house, and their men scattered in the hall were always on standby, carefully discerning every guest who came, and any suspicious person would be identified by them.

Because of this, some guests were also surprised and hurried away.

But there was no result, and the skull man still did not appear.

Because the skull man only said that it would come in the middle of the night, and did not mention the exact time, so Old Barton could only wait patiently.

Just when the clock pointed to zero and Old Patton was too agitated to do anything, Gong Bing finally appeared.