The car stopped in front of an abandoned factory building, and on the fence outside the factory, a huge fluorescent werewolf roared into the sky.

Colorful graffiti has the name of the place written on it.

"Howling Werewolf".

As soon as you enter the factory, you can feel the roar of music from the ground under your feet.

Towards the end, they saw the entrance to the Roaring Werewolf, a rudimentary elevator surrounded by iron mesh.

A few gang members with wolf heads stood guard outside the stairs, and when they saw their fresh faces, they asked, "First time?" ”

"Hmm."

"You are not allowed to carry large weapons, destroy facilities, or disturb performances."

"Understood."

The two entered the elevator, and as the elevator descended, the music became more and more deafening.

While they could still hear each other's words clearly, Mo Fan asked:

"Do you know who killed your former Escort, do you know who it is?"

Potter replied loudly: "I don't know, but I heard from the people who traveled with Leka that day that it was a young man who used a silver revolver and shot his gun very quickly, so fast that Leka was shot in the head before he could pull out the gun." ”

The young man, the silver revolver, shot quickly.

Mo Fan's expression was strange, it wouldn't be so coincidental.

The elevator stops on the third basement floor, and when you step out of the elevator and walk through a corridor, you enter the brightly lit lobby.

At the front of the hall was a stage where a band of seventeen or eighteen years old was performing.

It can be seen that they are very nervous, the lead singer's voice is dry, there is a period out of tune, and the musicians also make frequent mistakes.

But most of the people who come here do it to enjoy the atmosphere, as long as the taste is right, and they are very tolerant of the performers' technical mistakes.

In the face of such a young and immature stage, he can still give cheers and shake his body on the dance floor.

At the edge of the dance floor is a long industrial-style bar with a rugged and angular style made entirely of metal and a wine cabinet.

On the side of the bar, Mo Fan saw a familiar figure.

Sleeveless fluorescent jacket, colorful goggles, such an eye-catching appearance, unique in Wildwind Town.

It was the rich brother who burned electronic dark coins in the square before.

The seats around the bar were full, but there was an empty seat on each side of him, which made his already eye-catching even more conspicuous.

Mo Fan waved at Potter and led him towards the bar.

He sat down next to the young man in goggles and asked, "Is there anyone here?" ”

The bartender probably didn't want to cause trouble, so he gave Mo Fan a look and a half-warning reminder:

"There's someone, let's change the position."

The goggles youth looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

"Is that you? There's no one around, so sit down. ”

"Wildwind Town is so big, if you don't leave, you can always meet it."

Mo Fan sat on the left hand side of the goggles youth, and he remembered that the goggles youth was left-handed, and he wanted to shoot with his left hand.

Once seated, he motioned for Potter to sit down as well.

The goggles youth snapped his fingers and said, "Two kisses of the wind." ”

When the bartender brought the wine, he pushed one of the glasses in front of Mo Fan, picked up the other glass, and touched it with Mo Fan.

"I owe you."

Mo Fan smiled, took the wine and drank it.

Potter sat stupidly on the side, and seeing that neither of them paid attention to his meaning, he could only find the bartender to order the same glass, and before drinking, he flicked the rim of the glass with his hand.

"Isn't it just clinking glasses, and it's not that a person can't touch them."

The two people next to him didn't notice Potter's broken thoughts, Mo Fan drank the wine and introduced himself:

"Once born, twice cooked, we should be acquaintances now. Mo Fan, a rookie mercenary, is currently acting as his bodyguard. ”

The goggles youth drank the wine, "My friends call me Spark." ”

"Gone?" Mo Fan asked.

"It's gone." Spark confirmed.

"Brother Spark, are you from the city?"

"So to speak."

Mo Fan ordered two more glasses at the bartender, pointed at Potter and said, "Write it on his account." ”

Then he turned his head and continued to ask, "For a small place like Wildwind Town, you are a rare guest. ”

Spark looked at the stage in the distance, "Revisit the old place, just say hello to old friends by the way." ”

"I don't like to go around in circles, what do you want to ask, just say it."

Mo Fan showed his signature shy smile, "I asked, won't you be angry?" ”

"You'll have to ask before you know."

Mo Fan raised his head and nodded Potter with his chin,

"He's my employer, and a week ago, his escort was by you at the bar. Did you do it on purpose, or did you do it accidentally. ”

Potter was about to swallow a sip of wine when he heard this sentence and instantly squirted out.

Ignoring the bartender who had been sprayed all over and his eyes were full of murderous intent, he turned his head stiffly like a stop-motion animation to look at the sparks next to him.

This is the mysterious person who shot Leka in the head, and possibly will also blow his head?

Such an exciting thing, why didn't the eldest brother tell him before sitting down.

They're so familiar, they can't be a gang.

Potter fidgeted and began to brainstorm possibilities.

It's just that no one cares about all this, and no one wants to explain it to him.

Spark heard Mo Fan's question, was puzzled for a moment, and responded: "A week ago, can you be specific?" ”

"Potter, Potter, wake up, what was your ex like?"

Potter's thoughts were interrupted by Mo Fan, and his almost overloaded brain slowed down for a few seconds before it resumed functioning.

"Leka is Caucasian, a little chubby, reddish-brown curly, Mediterranean, likes to wear colorful floral shirts, and has a prosthetic body in his right hand."

"Oh, I remember."

Spark nodded and asked Mo Fan rhetorically, "If I say it's on purpose, what are you going to do?" Avenge him? ”

Mo Fan waved his hand, "How is it possible, thanks to you for killing him, I only received the first commission, how can we have a grudge." It's just to discuss whether I can let my client go. ”

Spark turned the wine glass and said slowly:

"The band that came on stage that day sang the Warhammer song, they understood the charm of the song, it was very tasteful, and I was very happy to listen to it."

"And then?"

"Then I heard the music of the insulting Warhammer called Leka, and the Warhammer himself. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was probably because of the warhammer that his life became more unsatisfactory. ”

"Got it."

Mo Fan now knows the ins and outs, Spark can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy virtual hell coins, and he is definitely an avid fan of Warhammer.

And it's the type that likes to do it, and doesn't like to move the mouth.

Potter's predecessor apparently drank too much and got into a spark.

Sparks can take out five security robots in an instant, so they can't fire a single shot.

This kind of marksmanship, after being familiar enough with the structure of the security robot, Mo Fan is confident that he can do it, but it is difficult to be as comfortable as the sparks that day.

At the level of the ED of Eleka, he really couldn't pull out the gun in front of the sparks.

Mo Fan pointed to Porter and instructed the bartender: "Bring a bottle of festive wine, and it will be credited to his account." ”

Turning his head, he showed a sigh of relief,

Then the misunderstanding was resolved. My employer was worried that his ex had been murdered and that he would be the next target. Since it's not murder, it's worth celebrating, and I'm sorry for helping me find a job. ”

When the wine opened, the bartender poured a glass each for Mo Fan and Spark.

The bartender wanted to leave, but under Potter's resentful gaze, he poured him a glass as well.

Spark took a sip of wine and said in a casual tone, "That one is called Leka, and someone is indeed trying to kill him." ”

"How?"

"That night, as I was leaving the bar, I was approached by a mysterious guy. He shoved a savings chip into my hand, said a nice job, and quickly left. ”

"There are 10,000 federal coins in the chip, and I gave it to the lead singer of the day."