When Andy arrives at the place Bob is talking about, he finds that it has become the center of Crosstown.

A large bar that has been restored and expanded from an old building now appears in front of Andy's eyes, and above the door, some neon signs that I don't know where to recover are cobbled together the four big characters of the night sky fire....

There were two big men standing at the door.

It looks like this is the night fire bar in Bob's mouth.

Andy took a look and walked straight towards the two big men guarding the door.

"Hey, if you want to go in, if you want to get in, hand over your weapons first!"

The big man on the left stretched out his finger and pointed at the two guns on Andy's waist.

Andy spread his hands, stood in front of him and looked at him and said, "I don't want to go in and play, I need to find someone." ”

"Looking for whom?"

"Justin."

The two big men looked at each other.

"The boss is not something you can see if you want to."

"Then tell your boss, and say Andy came to talk to him."

The big man standing on the right rolled his eyes.

"Do whatever you say? Your name is Andy? I haven't heard of it, and I advise you to also... Not! ”

Andy grabbed the big man's neck against the face on the right and lifted him into the air, the big man's face was pinched red, he whimpered and was lifted up, and his feet kept kicking.

"You let him go!"

The big man on the left was first shocked by Andy's terrible brute force, and then pulled out the pistol hanging from his waist, but as soon as the gun was halfway out, Andy kicked it back into the holster, and then he was kicked by a hearty kick, rolling all the way to the trash can next to it, and was splashed with swill.

Staring indifferently at the man in his hand for a few seconds, he casually tossed him aside, and with no one to stop him, Andy walked into the luxurious venue that had taken over Dave's Clinic as the new Crosstown Center a few months later.

As soon as you enter, deafening ghostly music enters your eardrums, and in the distance are several recycled old-world music players, with a crazy lantern overhead. The small accident that happened outside the door did not alarm the people here at all, and everyone was still doing their own work.

Andy glanced at the table on the left, and there were people playing games about 21 or something, and judging from the concentration of those people, they must be veteran gamblers. On the right, it almost looks like a nightclub, drinking and dancing in a mess, and every now and then someone walks towards a secluded room with a woman in her arms.

He smelled the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and the mess of people, and for a moment fell into a violent trance, and some memories suddenly appeared again, as if there was a time when he had been addicted to such places all day..... This kind of place is filled with the smell of decay and depravity.

Shaking his head, Andy walked over to the bartender, and a woman seemed interested after taking a look at Andy, leaning over and repeatedly asking some irrelevant questions, and even asking Andy very explicit if he wanted to go to the room over there to play.

I have to say that this success made Andy's lower body very mental, but the next second instinct was defeated by his reason, because he thought that his state was not very normal.

"Fuck off, I'm sick."

Andy replied indifferently to the prostitute's solicitation, and the other party's face froze directly, and then turned his head away from his mouth and cursed.

He knew what the other party would think when he heard this, but he didn't care, he didn't lie, he was really sick.....

I walked all the way to the bartender's bar and sat down at random.

The tall and lanky bartender saw Andy in a gas mask sitting down and came up to him.

"Yo, what's the drink?"

Seeing that the other party was wiping the cup with a not very clean rag, Andy casually snatched the glass from the other party's hand, grabbed it in his hand and threw it away.

"I.... Don't want to drink, tell me, is your boss Justin here? ”

The bartender who had been robbed of his cup was still stunned, and the door to the bar was pushed open by two big men who were in disarray, and they immediately locked on Andy, yelling and walking towards it, because the enchantment on their bodies was too strong, and the people in their place ran away.

Andy didn't look back, just watched the bartender tilt his head, and after two muffled sounds, the two big men were smashed to the ground. Only then did the bartender realize that the two chairs beside Andy were missing, and they were exactly where the faces of the two big men were gone. Sensing that something was wrong, the bartender took two steps back and shouted, and four or five horses came running from all over at once.

With the support of people, the bartender's courage suddenly increased.

"Who are you? Coming here to make trouble? ”

Andy's hands were folded in a tower shape, and his thumbs touched back and forth, looking a little careless.

"I'm Andy, I'm here to find your boss.... Talk about some business things. ”

Without waiting for the bartender to reply, a few horses on the side suddenly started talking to each other.

The bartender was a little angry.

"What are you guys still muttering there? Get him out of here! ”

Unexpectedly, the horses shook their heads.

"This person does have a connection with the boss....."

The bartender's cheek twitched, and he waved his hand to call someone to report the news.

Five minutes later, a group of people came down from the second floor of this bar. At first glance, all of them are fully armed and tall, and the person in the center is a conspicuous big bald head, wearing a black coat, hugging left and right hugging each other and hugging each other slowly, which can be said to be full of style.

There is no doubt that this is the owner of the bar, and the actual mayor of Crosstown.

The bald head took off his sunglasses and looked at Andy surrounded by horses with a confused face, not at all like he was conscious.

"What? .... Andy? Who's that? I know several Andy...."

Andy looked back and couldn't help but feel cold when he saw that the once embarrassed arms dealer had become the dog-like virtue he was now in just a few months.

"I'm going to have to be impressed with you in such a short period of time, Justin.... Do you remember my agreement with Crosstown? ”

Justin staggered, pushed away his female companion and barely opened his eyes to stare at Andy.

"What... agreement..."

Andy looked at Justin in silence, the empty glass in his left hand snapped to pieces, and then he snatched the unfinished glass of wine from the person sitting next to him and threw it at Justin's face.

With a crisp crackling sound, the glass smashed against Justin's bald head, and the drink inside made him smudge.

None of the people present had ever seen such a battle, and no one was the first to react.

Justin was smashed and stumbled, and then he didn't know what stress response triggered and he fell to his knees and vomited.

Andy threw the broken glass in his hand away, walked up to Justin who was still retching in three steps and two steps, and dragged him into the air, slapping him twice by the way.

"How? Do you think about it now? ”

Justin covered his face to stop Andy from continuing the violence, and replied repeatedly.