Frankmir arranged together, found a strong enough steel pipe in the bar, and then hid in a large iron cage in the center of the bar, which could quickly check the clock, and hid in a place that was not easy to be noticed, waiting for the arrival of the "warthog".

The clock had just passed 2:30 when there was a sudden roar of the engine of a steam locomotive outside the bar door, which went from small to loud, then to large and then arrogant to small, and finally disappeared completely.

Outside the bar, silence has returned again, and now that it is late at night, and people have long since left, any slightest movement will be magnified hundreds of times and spread for thousands of miles.

Medusa knew very well that this must be the arrival of the "steel warthog", but why did he not enter such a change of sky, even Frankimir, who was hiding in the corner, was a little impatient, wondering if he was "steel warthog" and noticed something abnormal.

In fact, "Steel Warthog" didn't notice anything unusual, he just stood quietly on the snow outside the bar door, and smoked a cigarette slowly.

"Steel Warthog" is a cautious man, and of course he has a big grinning side. He wouldn't let anyone see him, so when he saw the door of the bar open, "Steel Warthog" decided to stand outside the door for a while to hear if there was any movement inside.

If the bar is unusually noisy, it means that there are still many people in the bar, and if you hear whispers, it means that the bar is not big, but there are still people in the bar.

But now, the "steel warthog", after listening to a whole cigarette, could not hear anything.

Obviously, this means that there is no one in the bar at all. Maybe there is no one else in the bar now except Medusa, which is why it seems so quiet.

The "steel warthog" threw the cigarette butt on the snow, and the flat snow immediately appeared, a small depression, melted water droplets, extinguished the cigarette butt, a faint spark.

"Steel Warthog" still did not rush into the bar, but circled around the gas station, a full three times, and paced in front of the bar, but never stepped in, half a step into the walkway leading to the bar.

Anxious Frankie Mill, who had been waiting impatiently, wanted to run out right now and tell the grinding "steel warthog" that he was still finished.

After about half an hour, the "steel warthog" walked towards the underground passage of the bar, which was dissatisfied with the pipe.

The "Steel Warthog" walked slowly, as if he was hesitating, and as if he was about to go home, Frankmir gritted his teeth, and wanted to rush out immediately and capture the "Steel Warthog" alive.

"Steel Warthog" is too cunning, and he is so grinding is enough to clearly understand the movement in the bar, and it is enough to consume the patience of people with ulterior motives.

Even Frankimir was already a little crazy about this, and did not want to continue such a meaningless war with the "steel warthog".

Having said that, Frankimi also knew very well in his heart that if he rushed out now, then the "steel warthog" would only slip away immediately.

This shameless guy is really disgusting. Even a secret tryst with his mistress would be so suspicious, but fortunately this time Medusa chose to stand on the same side as herself, otherwise not only would she not be able to catch this old thief, but she might also fall into his hands.

Frankimir couldn't help but curse in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, for fear that the "steel warthog" would notice that something was wrong in the bar, and just slip away, making Frankimir happy.

As the "Steel Warthog" paced back and forth down the walkway leading to the bar, Frankimir's greatest concern was Leo, a half-asleep dwarf hiding behind the iron door. He was afraid that if the "Steel Warthog" continued to grind like this, Leo would lose his patience and run out from behind the iron door.

Leo, who was hiding behind the iron door, was secretly peeking at the "steel warthog" walking up through the crack in the door. Leo had a deep shadow on the "steel warthog", and when he saw this fat metal guy, Leo immediately lost seven souls, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

It seems that Frankimir's worries about Leo are obviously superfluous concerns, even though Leo has Thor's hammer in his hand, but the deep shadows of the past still make Leo have an extraordinary psychological fear of "Steel Warthog".

Fear comes from the heart, which is not necessarily related to strength, Leo who used Thor's hammer, can be said to be reborn in terms of combat effectiveness, and now Leo may have the power to defeat the "steel warthog", but the lingering shadow in his heart makes him completely lose his fighting spirit.

Leo's fear of "Steel Warthog" comes from the depths of his heart, this is by no means a moment and a half can be completely changed, to overcome such fear, it will take time for Leo to accept, but there is no such time at the moment, leave Leo to prepare.

When the "steel warthog", step by step, walked through the iron door of the bar, Leo did not even dare to breathe. He tried to hold his breath, not daring to make any noise.

He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the "steel warthog" close at hand, and could only judge whether the guy had gone far by the footsteps of the "steel warthog".

After "Steel Warthog" walked into the bar, Leo was relieved, if "Steel Warthog" moved a little slower, maybe Leo could really suffocate himself to death.

As soon as he walked into the bar, "Steel Warthog" looked back at the iron door. Leo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately became nervous again, and he wondered if he had been discovered by the "Steel Warthog".

"Steel Warthog" hesitated for a moment, then turned around and continued towards the bar, and it seemed that Leo the Short had escaped the disaster.

The entire bar, with only the central dance floor, is lit by a rusty oil lamp. Next to the dim oil lamp, half a bottle of American Jack Daniel's whiskey.

Medusa was wearing a short black lace tight-fitting skirt, sitting alone on the center stage, pouring herself a drink.

The whole bar was pitch black, and the oil lamp was the only light source in the bar, so although the oil lamp was dim, the "steel warthog" could see Medusa clearly.

Seeing Medusa sitting on the stage pouring herself a drink, the "Steel Warthog" showed a dull and emotionless smile on the expressionless nickel-plated metal face, and in the deep eyeballs with clear outlines, two hateful glass eyeballs emitted a strange red light, and I couldn't see through what kind of thoughts were hidden in these eyes.

After seeing Medusa again, "Steel Warthog" did not seem to show any joy, and his nickel-plated metal skin seriously affected his expression of emotions, obscuring his longing for Medusa, and also obscuring any of his emotions.

This is both a bad thing and a good thing for the "steel warthog". It's a bad thing because it makes people feel unapproachable, and it's a good thing because it's always unpredictable. (To be continued.) )