In Moscow in November, the sky darkened quickly, and the weather was a little gloomy before evening, and coupled with the heavy snow for several days, the whole world gave people a sense of silence and loneliness.

At one point, Hitler's troops had reached the vicinity of Moscow and wreaked havoc on the city and its environs.

Although the situation has eased a lot, people still have not been able to recover from the pain of war.

Where the Horn Bar is located, is a slightly remote town, which before the war was not too big and not too populated.

However, because of its remote location, it was preserved during the war and did not suffer much damage.

No. 1 drove into the town, there were no people on the street, and occasionally a few ordinary residents in a hurry could be seen, but they saw that the military vehicle in which Mawson was riding was "exposed" a hint of caution.

The Horn Bar is in the center of town.

Unlike the desertion of the street, even from a distance of five or six meters, Mawson could hear the noise coming from the bar.

It seems that only at this moment can people numb themselves with alcohol.

"Outsiders and dogs are not allowed!"

At the door of the bar, there was a crooked sign with a clear line written in English.

"It really looks like a very xenophobic place." Mawson didn't hesitate, muttered a sentence and pushed open the door of the bar.

"Hey, fill me with wine!"

"Let's do it again, I don't believe I can't win this time!"

When the door was opened, there was a commotion and shouting.

Cold air poured in, and everyone raised their heads to look at the door, and when they saw Mawson, the room suddenly fell silent.

"You're not welcome here, get out!" Behind the bar, a bearded man about 50 years old said to Mo Sheng while wiping his glass.

Whether it is dressed or looked, Mawson looks very far from an authentic Russian.

Although the number one is a true Russian, it is okay to let them carry out assassination missions, and this kind of mission that requires normal communication is not their field of expertise.

Mawson didn't care, parted the crowd that blocked the way, and sat down in front of the bar.

"I just came over to inquire about some news, and I'll leave when I'm done." As he spoke, he took out a few banknotes and put them on the table and gently pushed them over.

The big man who wiped the glass looked like the owner of the bar, and he didn't even look at the money on Mawson's table.

"You are not welcome here, I repeat, strangers ask you to leave!" He stopped what he was doing and stared at Mawson fiercely.

Mawson pulled out a wad of money and placed it on the table.

To tell the truth, these guys are poor people who have been hurt by the war, and he tries his best to get the answers he wants through more peaceful methods.

"Take your money and get out!"

Mawson frowned slightly, he already felt that something was not right, and the hostility of his boss towards him was beyond the ordinary range.

The wad of money on his desk was worth thousands of dollars, enough to buy an entire tavern, and in this day and age, someone would give up such a huge sum of money because of a battle of will.

This is not a simple sentence of disgust, which can be explained clearly.

Mawson didn't move.

"I just wanted to ask a few questions, and the money is yours when you answer."

"Boy, don't you understand people?!"

A big man with yellow teeth and messy hair slapped Mawson on the shoulder from behind, his hands covered in grease, and wiped Mawson's clothes as he spoke.

"If you don't leave, I'll beat you all over the ground looking for teeth!!" The big man said, and his other hand made a gesture towards Mawson's collar.

Mo Sen's face was cold, and an invisible murderous aura enveloped the audience, and the big man who bore the brunt of it couldn't help but shiver as if he had been thrown naked into the ice and snow, and his movements slowed down.

"Number One!"

Without Mo Sen making a move, No. 1 standing beside him stretched out his big fan-like hand, grabbed the big man's hair and lifted him up, then turned around and flew out.

"Crackling!"

The strength of the number one was like a monster, and the big man he threw out smashed the tables and chairs like a cannonball, clearing a large open space for the noisy bar.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they didn't know who shouted, "If you dare to hurt us, everyone will shoot and kill them!" ”

A group of people swarmed up and surrounded Mawson and No. 1, who didn't even look back, just stared at the bar owner behind the bar and whispered.

"One, lightly attack, don't kill anyone!"

"Yes!"

No. 1 snorted coldly and rushed forward, his huge physique was already a top soldier in the army, and after Dr. Zola's transformation, he was far beyond the limit of the human body.

How could these ordinary town reckless men compare to him, they were beaten by him in less than a minute, and he didn't even have a trace of sweat on his forehead, not to mention being injured.

"Stop!"

Looking at the smashed bar, the boss shouted loudly, but Mawson gently clasped his fingers on the table of the bar as if he hadn't heard anything.

A look of hideousness flashed in the bar owner's eyes, and he reached down and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar.

Before he could get ready to aim, he felt a light in his hand, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the shotgun in his hand had somehow run into the hands of the young man on the other side of the bar.

There was a cold mockery hidden in the young man's eyes, and he couldn't see how he exerted his strength, and as soon as he twisted his hands hard, the steel pipe twisted and twisted into twists in the squeak of metal!

"Bang!"

Mawson threw his shotgun on the bar counter and looked indifferently at the bar owner opposite.

"Do you think you'll be able to survive with your neck twisted like this?"

"Or do you think your neck is harder than it?"

The bar owner's eyelids jumped wildly, and he felt a warmth under his crotch, and he was accidentally scared to "pee" out.

"Now, I'll ask you to answer."

"Questions?"

The bar owner shook his head frantically, for fear that he would answer too late and be twisted off his neck by the other party.

It was a double-barreled shotgun made of steel, but it was twisted into a twist by this young man so lightly.

He even felt that under the harmless skin of the young man on the other side, there was a hideous monster.

After a few moments, Mawson cocked his collar and strode out. Behind him, there was a ruined bar and the wounded who had fallen to the ground.

Mawson frowned, the barkeeper knew nothing about Isa Gregory.

After Mawson's analysis, the possibility of the bar owner lying is extremely small, and he raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Chekov, it looks like you're hiding something."

At this moment, the corner of his eye swept over, and in the shadows at the end of the street, a figure flashed.

Mawson, who had planned to leave, suddenly changed his mind.

"Number One, lock the car and come with me."