The setting was still familiar, it was still around 10 a.m., and there was no one in the café. Fisher walked to the counter and saw the bespectacled middle-aged boss curled up behind the counter in his signature suit, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, his head bowed and playing with his phone.

Fisher looked at him and smiled, tapping the summons bell on the counter.

The man threw down the magazine in his hand, picked up the girdle hanging aside as he got up, and said, "Here it is." However, as soon as he looked up and saw the smiling Fisher, he was immediately stunned.

"Damn, why are you?" He strode over to the counter and looked at Fisher carefully, "It's been twenty months since I said goodbye last time, right?" I thought you were dead. ”

Fisher touched his nose, "It's true that I'm killed in battle, now I'm just coming back to catch up and ask if you'd like to mess with me?" I've been on a good job lately. ”

The shopkeeper scoffed, took out a glass, and pulled out a bottle of unlabeled wine from under the counter, poured half a glass, and pushed it in front of Fisher. Fisher picked up the glass and put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, sighed, and drank it down. "Others think that the best wine in the empire is the Rum family, but they don't know that it is the self-brew of Feng Min, the owner of 'Drinking Coffee'." After speaking, he smacked his lips, looking unfinished.

"Even if you say that, don't even think about getting a second drink from me." Having said that, Feng Min still poured it for him, but handed him a cigarette, "It seems that you still survived, and you are not missing arms or legs." ”

Fisher took a cigarette and a wine, his eyes half-squinted, "I can't say that. Then rub the cigarette with your left hand.

Feng Min frowned, "It's not bad to be alive." I heard that it was a plasma bomb? He took off his apron, walked to the door of the store, flipped through the sign that said "Open", and the words "Lao Tzu is gone" looked out the door.

Fisher took a sip of his wine and placed his glass on the bar, "How do you know?" I think it should be, I remember that there was a blue light when I flew out, and I heard the driver of the Drift Fire Festival in the taxi today. ”

Feng Min held a cigarette and sat behind the counter, "People who have seen the scene say so, Blu-ray." The newspaper said that the explosion of the upper pipeline had destroyed the small hotel, and there was no mention of the blue light. This matter has now become the talk of the people of the Driel region after dinner. ”

Fisher felt a little uncomfortable. "If it's a directed plasma bomb, it's at least military-grade. The Empire's dangerous goods control is even more frenzied than that of the Federation, and long fruit knives are confiscated and fined. ”

Feng Min sneered, "Originally, it wasn't that strict, but these puppies always have to buy cigarettes, alcohol, and blows." After a few of you disappeared, I also checked, but I couldn't find anything, basically leaving no trace. Or rather......"

"Traces remain inside." There was murder in Fisher's eyes.

Feng Min shrugged.

Fisher went on to ask, "Have Chris and Bell been here?" ”

Feng Min shook his head, "What about Renault?" ”

Fisher was silent for a moment, "Hang up." "Raise your head and drink the rest of the wine.

Feng Min silently lit a cigarette, the smoke from the cigarette butt made his face a little blurred, and after a few puffs, he said faintly: "His credit has not been paid yet." ”

Fisher looked at the liquor falling from the wall of the glass and whispered, "He won't be able to serve it again." ”

The two were silent for a while, remembering their comrades-in-arms. Feng Min was also a member of the embassy, and after he retired from injury, he opened a café opposite the embassy to provide some help to the juniors who were working.

"I'm coming back this time to investigate, right?" Feng Min tapped the table with his index finger.

"Yes, it's a strange thing, if it involves ...... Then it's even bigger, so be sure to look into it anyway. Fisher gestured, and Feng Min nodded.

"Come on, I've got your stuff left." Feng Min took off a bunch of keychains, walked out of the counter, opened a door next to him, and turned around and asked, "Do you want to see Renault's things?" I think you're the most qualified here. ”

As if the old man's smile and the bits and pieces of time he were with him flashed in front of him, Fisher touched his nose, nodded, and followed Feng Min into the storage room.

Feng Min moved away from a box of bread, revealing a palm print scanner, he pressed his palm on it, green light flashed, and the floor of the storage room sank step by step, forming a staircase leading to the ground. The two of them walked down, and in front of them was a small warehouse shaped like a bank safe, with rows of small safes with numbers on them.

Feng Min picked out a key and opened the safe with number 117, Fisher stepped forward to take out his storage box and put it on the table in the middle of the small warehouse, inside was a backpack, he opened the backpack, looked at the contents of it, nodded, and poured it all into the backpack he brought. Then take out your own spare gun from it, put on the holster, and insert the spare magazine. At this time, Feng Min picked out another key and opened the safe No. 029. Instead of taking out the storage box in the safe, he stood aside and waited for Fisher to pick it up.

Fisher didn't know what was in the storage box, but that didn't stop him from knowing whose storage box it was. He reached out and took out the storage box and opened it, which was also a backpack, he pulled it open and poured the contents onto the table.

In addition to passports, cash rolls, spare guns, magazines, spare clothes, and other knick-knacks that were roughly similar to those in Fisher's backpack, the most striking thing was a notebook. He and Feng Min glanced at each other and picked up their notebooks.

The notebook has a dark red cover, and there are sticky notes sticking out of the margins. Fisher flipped the notebook over, and the name of the bookstore was not written on the back, nor was the price code marked. Fisher turned the first page, and a picture fell out. Feng Min picked up the photo, looked at it, was silent for a moment, and handed it to Fisher.

Fisher looked at the photo and touched his nose. The photo was taken in "Drinking Coffee", where Renault and Feng Min are wrenching, Fisher and Bell are playing air guitars, and Chris is frowning and looking at a book. This is the first photo of Fisher when they were working in Drier, and Fisher almost forgot about it, but the photo has been kept by Renault. He felt a little sour in his nose.

And the first page of the note is Renault's own handwriting: What do you think you know about the world? The final question mark used considerable force, and the dot pierced the paper.

Fisher was about to turn to the next page when he jerked his head up. In the second view, a cylindrical grenade is seen rolling down the stairs.

Fisher shoved the notes into his bag and rushed over, the grenade making a "bang" and spewing smoke from both ends. Fisher let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and relied on his second vision to pick up the smoke bomb with his left-handed mechanical arm and throw it back, only to respond to more smoke bombs that had been thrown down.

Feng Min immediately threw down the bag, flipped the table as a cover, took out the pistol in Renault's bag, threw Fisher's bag to him, and turned around to open one of the safes. "It's a mixture of narcotics and smoke." He shouted at Fisher, already feeling his body stiffen and not obey. He struggled to open the safe, pressed his handprint on the scanner in it, and the two rows of safes next to it retreated inward, clearing the passage for one person to pass by.

"Let's go." Feng Min shouted. Fisher flew behind the table, several bullets hitting the table. He took out the small box that Angela gave him, took out a white medicine cartridge from the middle, stuffed it into the syringe, and stabbed it around Feng Min's neck. "Special adrenaline, given by my wife."

"Have a wife? What about you? Don't get a shot? ”

Fisher shook his arm at him, "There are three stitches in it." ”

"It's so convenient." Feeling that his hands and feet had regained their strength, Feng Min pulled open the sleeve of the pistol and leaned out half of his head from the table, attracting a series of shots, and he quickly retracted. Bullets jumped back and forth in the small space, and the two of them huddled together behind their tables.

"You go and get things straight!" Feng Min shouted from Fisher, dragging his backpack to his side.

"What about you?" Fisher rubbed the pistol into his lap.

Feng Min turned his head with a hideous expression, "This is my shop!" They smashed my shop! ”

Fisher gritted his teeth, he knew that the two of them were likely to be shot by stray bullets when they stayed here, and he also knew that Feng Min was buying him time. There was no time to do so, he held the gun in his left hand, leaned out of the cover table, leaned on the second vision and shot a few shots at the enemy who was half-crouching and lowered his body and slowly descended the stairs, two enemies were shot in the head and rolled down, one of them was shot in the ankle, screaming and being dragged up by his teammates. Fisher was also shot twice in his left hand, but the shot bounced off the robotic arm. In the second view, the corpse on the ground is seen fully armed, but there are no identifying markings on it.

Fisher took a deep look at Feng Min, threw his backpack into the passage, kicked his feet, made a sideways fish jump, and rolled into the passage. Feng Min reached out and closed the open safe, and the vacated passage gradually closed. Fisher heard him shout, "it." He stood up, raised his pistol and opened fire. A bullet hit him in the chest on the stairs, and Feng Min retreated and slammed into the rows of safes, his body sliding weakly, leaving a shocking blood mark on the wall of the safe.

Several lasers peeked through the smoke, and a line of armed men, all wearing smoke masks and carrying PPM-90s in their hands, stepped down.

"Safety!"

Up the stairs came a man, his battle uniform distinctly different from the others, or at least more expensive. With a wave of his hand, someone took out a portable extractor and began to smoke out the smoke from the underground warehouse. Soon, the smoke in the small warehouse cleared, and everyone took off their masks.

The man in the lead took off his mask, and one of his eyes could be seen to be a mechanical prosthetic eye, and a scar was left on his forehead and cheek from top to bottom, passing through the prosthetic eye. He looked at Feng Min, who was leaning against the wall of the safe and staring at him and constantly coughing up blood and couldn't speak, and walked up and kicked him to the ground.

Feng Min showed a pained look, but his eyes were still staring at him.

The prosthetic-eyed man took off his glove, held it in his other hand, and slapped Feng Min's face, "I remember you, I promise that you will be better off than dead." "The voice was hoarse, low and unpleasant, as if the vocal cords had been damaged. He stood up and waved his hand, and immediately someone came up to give Feng Min first aid.

The prosthetic-eyed man waved his hand again, and a soldier next to him took out a hand drill to open the safe. He watched the soldiers busy with his hands behind his back, not caring about Feng Min who was staring at him on the ground.

A cruel smile appeared in Feng Min's eyes.

The soldier on the right drills open Safe 141 and reaches out to pull the door of the small box. The prosthetic-eyed man's eyelids jumped, and before he could make a sound, the raging fire and blue light devoured the soldiers, devouring the smiling Feng Min who fell to the ground in an instant, and also devouring the prosthetic-eyed man who didn't have time to turn around.

"Boom!" Fisher crawled out of a sewer well not far away, heard a loud bang, and turned around to see the "coffee" store blown through, and the tongue of fire that erupted engulfed the unfortunate passerby. Passers-by screamed and rolled around on the ground. Blue light raged and tumbled around the store. Seconds later, at 119 Malov Street, diagonally opposite the Federal Embassy in the Imperial Drier area, the famous "coffee drink" in Derrille was reduced to a pile of rubble.

Fisher bit his lip and took a deep look at the "coffee drinking" that had turned into ruins, and firmly imprinted Feng Min's figure in his mind. Put on the hood of your sweatshirt and turn around and walk deeper into the alley.