On a busy street, a woman with a plain hood stumbles towards the store, but is greeted by a roller shutter door.

Bang bang bang!

The rolling shutter door made a sound and shook under the knocking, attracting many people to stop and watch: "Please, open the door." ”

The shopkeeper next to him walked out to check the situation, and saw that the person who came was a woman, and he patiently explained to her: "Madam, stop, stop the meaningless knocking, they are out." ”

The woman turned her head and looked haggard: "Can you tell me where they have gone?" Please. ”

The weak voice was full of helplessness, which made the man think of his daughter, and his heart softened: "I'm sorry, I don't know, but you can come and wait in my store." ”

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the woman shook her head and refused.

……

"This is it." Butcher took back the note: "Breast milk, don't get excited, don't hit people, control your emotions." ”

"Your mouth is like my mom nagging." Marven hid the pistol behind his back and complained.

Butcher made a rare joke: "I'm not your mother." ”

Sitting in the co-pilot, Arthur's face froze: "It's here." ”

The three of them looked back at each other and nodded to each other, all with a smile on their faces.

At one end of the underground parking garage, two figures slowly walked out, one of them was of medium stature, with bullets on his shoulders, rifles on his back, and an iron helmet on his head.

The other person looked fat, his steps were floating, his expression was excited, and the two were exchanging something.

"Excuse me, but you're Mr. Gunpowder?" Arthur stepped out from the side and trotted over to Gunpowder, acting superbly, like a fanatic.

"I'm a big fan of yours, and I've bought all the rifles you recommend, and I've bought every one." Perhaps afraid of gunpowder and not believing it, Arthur added: "Walter VR-15. ”

Lifting the gun, Gunpowder came to the deed, boasting: "That gun is so powerful, the trigger is smooth." ”

"Yes, smooth! Can I shake your hand and take a picture? Arthur took out his phone and spoke in a sincere tone.

The man on the side wondered, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a fan of gunpowder, I grew up reading about him, and Mr. gunpowder was with me throughout my childhood."

"It doesn't matter who you are, but please leave and don't get in our way, okay? Immediately! "Men are not surprised by this kind of fanaticism.

"Please, don't do that." With open hands, Arthur was about to take him.

Gunpowder frowned slightly, he hated hugging men, it reminded him of something bad.

The man stepped forward, stood in front of the two of them, and attached himself to Arthur's ear, his tone becoming more and more impatient: "Don't let me say it a second time." ”

"Why? What is your relationship with him? You're not qualified to point fingers at me, I'm a big fan of him, what about you? His little mistress? Small leak. Looking for tools? ”

The man choked, and words squeezed out between his teeth.

"If you don't want to eat a gun, get out of here."

"Are you going to kill me, just to keep the secret that you blow the flute for gunpowder?"

Arthur also shot back softly with color.

The man's eyelids jumped with anger, and he reached out and grabbed Arthur by the collar, making a gesture of punching.

"Oh! Don't be violent. With his hands raised, Arthur showed weakness.

Holding his phone, Butcher walked out from the side, came to the trio, pointed the camera at gunpowder, and made a smiling gesture: "Laugh." ”

"Who are you?"

The gunpowder smiled and his gaze stopped at Butcher.

"Gunpowder brother, look at the camera, I'm a big fan of yours, and I've been following you since you were a member of the Blood Debt Payment."

"At the age of 14 you were chosen as an assistant to the soldier boy, and he was a great man. You must have been very happy, didn't you? Help him in his quest. ”

"Allow you to see him sitting on the toilet. Give him a. It's all the daily work of the young deputy, isn't it? ”

Butcher's tone was frivolous, his left hand was on the shoulder of Gunpowder, and he spoke softly, constantly challenging the bottom line of Gunpowder.

"A lot of people have told me about those nonsense."

He shook off Butcher's arm, pushed Arthur and the others away, and walked straight away.

Seeing this, Butcher said loudly: "You are right, sorry, those are unfounded malicious rumors. ”

"That's what TM is." Gunpowder's temper is as fiery as his nickname.

The man finally warned Arthur not to talk nonsense and trotted to follow.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at Butcher and shouted, "You scheming 0, die!" ”

"Who's 0?" Marven "coincidentally" walked out of the shadows in front of the gunpowder and asked suspiciously.

"Hey, bro, stay away from the two of them and watch out for your."

"What?"

Marven cooperated and showed doubts, looking the two up and down.

"I'm not Gay."

The man could no longer stand the humiliation and turned to retort loudly.

Butcher withdrew his phone, Arthur snorted, and his hot eyes shot out.

Seeing this, Gunpowder turned around and was about to draw his gun to shoot, but suddenly found that the pistol pinned to his waist had disappeared.

"Are you looking for this?" Butcher raised his pistol and asked in an uncertain tone.

"Or is it this?" Arthur pulled out another pistol.

"Who are you?"

Arthur and Butcher looked at each other and smiled, spread their hands, and walked towards him, "We are your big fans. ”

"Don't try to get the gun in your back."

Arthur's pupils glowed crimson, and he was naked and menacing.

"We just want to know how the Soldier Boy died, and you have to tell us that it's not a request."

"Soldier boy dies in nuclear crisis."

Gunpowder retreated half a step, timid, and his eyes looked around, trying to find a way to escape.

With a pouting in his mouth, Arthur knew that this kind of person would have no effect if he did not use force.

A punch in the neck, gunpowder half-knelt on the ground, subconsciously covering the injured part, Marven raised his foot and kicked out, and Butcher followed.

The three of them mixed blows, gunpowder curled up on the ground, covered their faces with their hands, and begged for mercy helplessly: "Don't fight, don't fight!" The soldier boy didn't die in a nuclear crisis, please. ”

Butcher kicked the ball to heart's content: "How the fuck did he die?" ”

"He didn't die in an accident, okay? The whole thing about the nuclear crisis is nonsense. ”

Arthur: "We TM know what it was that killed him. ”

"I don't know."

Marvin kicked him in the hip, and the gunpowder was terrified: "I don't know, I really don't know, in 1984, we were in Nicaragua, but I wasn't there when he died." ”

Arthur was sure: "You must have seen something." ”

"I didn't see the, I was just a kid back then. Ask someone else, ask the CIA. ”

Butcher was shocked: "CIA? ”

"Yes, we were working with the CIA at that time." Gunpowder's voice trembled, with fear and anger.

"Who's your case leader?"

"Grace, Grace Mallory. Okay, right? ”

The name was very familiar to Butcher, Colonel Mallory, his superior, who made up the head of the black robe.

Damn it! How could it be her, what else was she hiding from him.

"Mallory?" Marven looked at Butcher with doubts in his eyes.

Butcher scolded: "I don't know either. ”

Buzz...

At this moment, the mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and Butcher took it out, it was his mother calling, and walked to the side to connect it.

After a long time, Butcher told Arthur and the others that he was going to leave first, and that something was wrong at home.

Snatching the car keys from Gunpowder, Butcher drove the Gunpowder car and left the underground parking garage first.

Marven was puzzled, and gave gunpowder a few punches, which shook his fists and hurt: "This bastard is so hard." ”

"So tools are needed." Arthur patted Marven on the back, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a black figure out of the corner of his eye.

Expletives blurted out.