An Yang sent a text message with only one address and nothing else.

"Are you sure the garrison officer is okay? This location, I know, is a bar on Ria Rimbaud, which is frequented by the Apocalypse! After Wen Yuan saw the address Kun Wu got, he became skeptical.

Kun Wu scratched his eyebrows: "I always think that the biggest reason why Bai Chun gave me this address is that she doesn't know anywhere else?" ”

He You and Bai Shanglu glanced at each other, and they were both ghosts and gods nodded in agreement.

Anyang's words are really quite possible.

Wen Yuan spread his hands: "This is your business, so I won't stop you, but you are now a wanted felon, it's best not to act together, even if it's the number of people, it's easy to arouse suspicion!" ”

Kungo nodded: "I'll go alone!" Amber, just help me get the signals around. Lao Bai, you go and contact Haiwei's earthbound spirit to see if the Hunter is ready. Xueba, the preparation work is left to you! Fatty, how about finding someone to show me the way? ”

Everyone nodded in response, but Wen Yuan looked at his body with some confusion: "Am I really fat?" ”

"Strictly speaking, not fat. But there aren't many people who can be as fat as you! Bai Shanglu patted his old friend on the shoulder.

In terms of human beings' current technology, those who can still eat themselves into the size of Wen Yuan are indeed fat.

Wen Yuan patted his stomach and stood up: "The meat that Lao Tzu eats with his own ability, don't lose it!" ”

The crowd laughed, and then split up.

Wen Yuan sent Kunwu's old acquaintance Erzhu, who also often went to the neighborhood near Rimbaud Street, so he was still very familiar with the environment there.

"Kun Shao, the bar mentioned on the address is here!" Erju took Kungo to a bar called "Little Wildcat" on Ria Rimbaud, "I'll go and get the car ready and wait for Kunshao outside. Kun Shao had better go and come back quickly, most of the people here are guys who have been bought by the Apocalypse! ”

Kungo nodded, pushed the door open and entered the bar.

What he is using now is exactly what he looked like when he first met An Yang, the image of a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The moment he pushed the door in, Kungo felt more than a dozen eyes cast at him, with scrutiny and suspicion.

Kungo went straight to the bar, ordered a drink, and sat there silently, looking like an ordinary drinker.

But in fact, Kungo was concentrating on listening to the movements around him, and with his alienated hearing, he could hear the conversations he wanted from the noisy environment of the bar.

Soon, he heard someone coming up to test him.

"Boy, where are you from?" An extraordinarily tall man walked up behind Kunwu, half a head taller than Bai Shanglu, making him appear behind Kunwu like a wall.

Kungo ignored it and continued to drink as if he hadn't heard it at all.

"Boy. I ask you, are you from ......" The tall man reached out and grabbed Kungo's head.

But his actions and words came to an abrupt halt halfway through.

Kun Wu didn't look at it, grabbed the big tall man's hand with his backhand, and pulled the opponent to the ground with a forceful pull.

With Kungo's current alienated strength, the three-star hunters who take the power route are not his opponents, let alone a gangster who is not even a hunter who just uses the lowest-level plug-in?

Wrenches, elbow strikes, head smashes.

Kunwu's movements were done in one go, and he smashed the tall one cleanly and knocked him out. He turned around and looked at one of the guests at one of the tables with the killer eyes of He You: "Don't think that Lao Tzu can't hear what you're saying. Lao Tzu is just here to drink, and if you provoke Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will kill you all! ”

As he spoke, he stomped on the tall man who had fainted, and the sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the bar.

All of them are in a cold war.

Many of the people here are gangsters who have been bribed by the Apocalypse to be their eyes and ears, and if they can't be stopped in the first place, then they will cause constant trouble.

The whole bar fell silent. Suddenly came such a ruthless character with a strange face, and everyone was guessing what it was.

Since the stone-throwing guy has failed, it's better to observe more.

"Bartender, have another drink!" Kungo finished the wine in his hand and ordered another glass.

After a while, the bartender brought in a glass of wine, but this time the wine was a little special, and the jacquard layering on it showed a line of words that could only be seen from Kungo's angle.

"Mr. Paroan, she's in Room Seven in Backstreet!"

Mr. Pa Luoan is Anyang's counterattack to Kun Wu who keeps calling her Bai Chun. People who know this name should have something to do with Anyang.

Kungo raised his eyes to look at the bartender, but the other party didn't look at him squarely, as if the words in the glass had nothing to do with him.

"Bartender, this wine ......" Kungo raised his glass, and then poured the wine on the other party's body, "It's really unpleasant!" He smiled wickedly, grabbed the bartender by the collar, and said loudly, "Are you insulting me?" ”

The bartender took advantage of this time and said with his lips: "Miss Anyang saved my life, she is now injured and is still being hunted down!" ”

Kungo understood the general situation and shouted loudly again, this time raising his fist high, ready to fight.

But the bar owner had already come out from the side with a gun, and put the gun against Kungo's temple: "Boy, get out of here if you don't want your head to bloom!" ”

Kun Wu raised his eyebrows and snatched the gun from the boss's hand with lightning speed, so fast that no one could see how he did it.

Carrying a gun, Kun Wu laughed twice and looked at the bartender: "Bartender, have a glass of wine!" ”

The bartender tremblingly poured a glass of wine for Kungo, who took a sip and nodded with satisfaction: "This TM is called wine!" As he spoke, he dismantled the gun in his hand into parts and threw it on the ground, "Boss, you're really not a gun!" ”

With that, he walked out of the bar, through the back alley, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The people in the Little Wildcat Bar looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on with Kungo's neurotic.

After Kungo left the bar, he opened his mouth and spat out a small transparent chip. That's the key that the bartender kept in the last glass of wine.

"That stupid girl is in big trouble!" As he spoke, Kungo loaded the chip onto his personal terminal and followed the map on the terminal.

Following the map into the complex labyrinthine back streets, Kungo finally found Anyang.

Seriously injured Anyang.