After carefully walking around the bar and seeing the layout of the house, Gong Bing returned to the front door.

In the end, it is a native of Green Town, it is difficult to say whether he will meet someone he knows, and he happened to find some disguised tools on the mad dog, so Gong Bing moved his hands and feet on his face slightly, he didn't understand the complex technology, but he made himself look more mature, and he was barely able to do it, at this time, if he didn't tell it at close range, people who knew him might not be able to see that it was him.

Pressing the cap on his head at the door, he was about to walk into the bar, when he suddenly turned around.

"It's strange, there seems to be a little girl standing over there just now, why is it gone, am I mistaken?" Gong Bing stared at the other side of the road with some doubts, it was more than midnight, and it was still this kind of place, and it was a strange thing for a little girl to appear, so it made Gong Bing feel puzzled.

"Maybe it's an illusion......" Gong Bing shook his head, finally retracted his gaze and muttered quietly.

With the sound of bells, Gong Bing pushed open the door of the bar, the light in the bar was dim, the area inside was not large, looking at the past, it was only more than 200 square meters, plus the logistics parts such as the kitchen and warehouse, at most about 400 square meters.

Most of the customers in the room of more than 200 square meters are men, some old and some young, and some women are not young women, with heavy makeup on their faces, covering their years, laughing and playing around the men, and making bursts of laughter.

Gong Bing frowned and walked into the bar, the smell of armpits, smoke, and alcohol wafted in the air, mixed with clinking glasses and talking and laughing, and in the dim light, it seemed to solidify into a dreamy abstract painting in the air, well, the kind of painting with a strong taste.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he had some obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness habits, but only in certain ways, at least he thought so.

When he was on Earth, he would not go to the bar alone again, and he did not have the time and opportunity to play a small and sickly body, and frankly speaking, although he had gone to school and read some books, many life experiences and experiences were obtained in the second life.

Gong Bing stood in the doorway and swept around, but did not find a target.

Bypassing a few drunks who were drunk and running into a guy who seemed to want to find fault and have fun, Gong Bing walked directly to the bar at the back of the hall.

"Boss, bring me a drink." Gong Bing knocked on the bar and said to the person who looked like the boss behind the bar.

"Kid, I don't sell alcohol to minors here." An old man sat behind the bar, smoking a cigarette while wiping the spotless table, although Gong Bing was a little mature after changing his appearance, but the old man's eyes seemed to be quite sharp, and he could see Gong Bing's age at a glance.

"Juice or milk, that's what you're going to drink, my child." A big man who was also sitting at the bar next to him said with a grin, and then raised the wine glass in his hand and took a sip.

The farmer-like man had swarthy muscles and an old wide-brimmed hat at his hand.

"Drunk, watch your saliva and stay away from me." Gong Bing replied casually, turning his head to look at the boss.

"Who has to live with money? Remember to add ice to me. ”

Gong Bing put the banknote on the counter and pushed it towards the boss.

The boss smiled, picked up the banknotes on the table, then poured a glass of wine for Gong Bing, and put it in front of him, as long as he has money in his pocket, who cares if he is an adult or not.

And the other party's movements are natural, with a mature and sophisticated taste of fritters, where is it like an ordinary good baby.

"If you get high, I don't have a place for you to spend the night." The boss reminded: "The most people here are guys who get drunk and go crazy and fight." ”

"You can put 10,000 hearts, my favorite thing is to teach people." Gong Bing tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He raised his glass and took a sip, and then he chatted with the bar owner and the drinkers in the store, quietly waiting for the woman who might appear.

While drinking and watching the TV hanging from the ceiling, Gong Bing yawned a little listlessly, and after drinking two or three glasses of concocted wine, he switched back to regular beer.

The hands on the wall clock had reached five o'clock, and there were not many people left in the bar, most of them were long-distance truck drivers who had stopped to rest halfway, some had gone to the rooms at the back of the house to rest, some were lying on the table in the hall and falling asleep, and the bartenders and waiters were the few who remained awake.

The big guy, five big and three thick, like a hooligan ruffian waiter was cleaning around with cleaning utensils, Gong Bing propped his head and looked around the bar, turning the ice cubes in the cup with his fingers a little bored.

In another hour or two, it will be dawn, and if the other party does not show up again, it probably won't appear.

However, Gong Bing was not in a hurry, he still waited patiently, if he didn't get anything tonight, he planned to stay for two more nights, this was an opportunity for him to get in touch with the mysterious power of this world, it was a pity to miss it, so he didn't mind wasting more time.

Maybe you will be involved in an event of a mysterious power in the future, but it's always good to be able to understand and prepare in advance.

On the other hand, just like the curiosity about martial arts, mysterious powers are also one of the reasons that attract you to adventure, which is even more exciting than martial arts.

Just as Gong Bing was about to sit for more than an hour, and go home if the target didn't show up, the glass door of the bar was pushed open again.

A woman wearing a peaked cap and carrying a backpack, about 1.65 meters tall, walked in, with short blond hair under the cap, a delicate face with a tired face, wearing a brown plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black sneakers on her feet.

The other party's blue eyes impressed Gong Bing.

This is the girl with mysterious powers? Observing the other party with his peripheral vision, compared with the photo, he was a little older by a year or two, and Gong Bing was eighty percent confident that the other party was the girl on the bounty task list.

After the woman walked into the bar, she looked around the house vigilantly, like a homeless and displaced wild cat, her arrival did not attract the attention of the crooked drinkers, and it seemed that she did not find anything suspicious, she took a step and walked cautiously towards the bar.

When she came to the bar, the woman glanced at Gong Bing, who was drinking and watching TV at the bar, who was just casually pouring herself a drink, and then she retracted her gaze and looked at the owner of the bar.

The woman took out a green and a red bill from her arms, with a face value of ten and twenty yuan respectively, and pushed it in front of the boss, and then pressed a five-yuan coin on top of the red bill.

"Boss, bring me a blue Cotillard night." Lancer's tired voice was a little hoarse.

The boss looked at the money on the table and wiped the wine glass in his hand.

"Kid, are you sure about the point? Alcohol with a high number is not very suitable for girls. The boss said without raising his head.

"Do you want me to have a drink, beauty?" Gong Bing pretended to be curious and turned his head to look at her.

"Do I know you well?" Sensing his gaze, Lancer turned and glared at her.

Ahem, inexplicably, I offended her? Gong Bing, who was bored with himself, twisted his head back.

"Who said that girls are not suitable for drinking, as long as they get used to it." Lancer smiled again and said to his boss.

Only then did the half-haired boss in his fifties raise his head, put away his nonchalant look, and stared at Lancer's face for two seconds, and Gong Bing seemed to see a look of memory on the other party's face.

"Well, boy, come with me, I think there's a special glass of wine for you."

With that, the boss put down what he was holding, said hello to the bored young man in the hall, and turned around and walked into the inner room.

Lancer seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and followed the boss into the inner room as well.

It seems that the owner of the bar didn't know the target at all, but there must have been some other connection between the two.

Putting down the wine glass, Gong Bing sat on the bar thoughtfully.

In the inner room, the boss and Lancer sat opposite each other, with thick curtains in front of the window, and the chandelier above them was humming and humming.

"Who is Catelyn you?" The boss looked at Lancer and asked first.

"Hello Uncle Barton, my name is Lancer Damon, and Catlyn is my mother."

"Damon......" Barton heard Damon's words, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Barton, I have been named on the dark bounty, and there are many bounty hunters along the way, and my mother has said that if there is any difficulty, let me go to Greentown to ask for your help, and I hope Uncle Barton can send me to Bruston." Unoblivious to Barton's look, Lancer continued.

"Dark bounty? You're in a lot of trouble. Barton said calmly, "You caused what happened in the warehouse last night?" ”

Lancer nodded, then shook his head.

"Two hunters have been following me lately, and I didn't blame the warehouse for the fire."

Barton was noncommittal and did not press further.

"So, where is Catelyn now? Why isn't she with you? ”

"I don't know, my mother doesn't seem to be in any trouble, she just told me to go to Bruston and meet her as soon as possible." Lancer shook his head and said, with an uneasy look on his face, as if he was secretly worried about his mother's situation.

As if in no mood to ask a question, Barton bowed his head and fell silent, and after a half-ring, he looked up at Lancer.

"For Catlyn's sake, I'll arrange to take you to Bruston as soon as possible, and I'll take you to a safe house later, it's almost dawn, and I can only send you away tomorrow night at the earliest." Barton said to Lancer with his withered fingers.

Lancer nodded in thanks.

"Okay, you go to the back of the house and wait for me first, and I'll drive you over after arranging." Barton looked a little impatient, waved at her, and said.