The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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James's nest was in the corner of the bar, his body was hidden behind the beer barrel, and in the middle of the bruise and puffy eyelids, a pair of ridiculously squeezed eyes that were almost squeezed, swept across the bar all the time.

He is not very clear now, he is performing a mission to search for targets, but he is just alerting Seth.

But it doesn't matter. His jacket has been ripped under the toss of the Seth, torn to reveal a muscular body, a pair of eyes looking around nervously, and individuals can see that this guy has a problem. In such a state, the bar actually let him in. James felt that he was at least in the right place.

"Hard living." Behind the old wooden bar, a man in his thirties dressed in casual clothes and put a glass in front of James. Just next to the wine barrel, a full glass, "You seem to need It's more intense. "The man smiled." But, I don't think you have any money. This cup is my request. "

James's gaze moved from the full glass of beer in front of him to this man, without saying anything, he held the glass.

Seth hasn't appeared for a while. James hasn't known how Seth said ‘I ’m not going to give you, I will follow you’ like this. But James refused to think about how his mission, his thoughts, were circulated by a thug under the "general". In fact, it took a little thought to make it clear, but James refused to give it a little thought. It is also self-willed.

James picked up the glass and his lips twitched as soon as he touched the corner of the beer. Seth's hand, regardless of location, alcohol burned on the wound in his mouth. James frowned, looked straight up, his throat rolled up and down, and the beer still covered with a white foam was quickly filled.

Snapped!

The thick bottom beer glass was placed on the bar, and the dull impact sounded. Let a few middle-aged drunks look slowly and then turn around slowly.

The buddy smiled, watching his arms **** the bar and lowering his head. ? Eight ■? One? Chinese website www.81zw.com? James, who had a blue muscle on his forehead, reached for the empty glass and gave James another glass.

"Please have another drink." The man piled the beer in front of James. "Try to make it last longer. If the boss has no wine in front of the guests, I will be scolded. Thank you."

James raised his blush with patience and glanced at the man again. He didn't speak, but reached for the beer glass.

This is not the first bar James entered. The information compiled by the city of Newton has a very thorough description of the "fight club" model. Bars and clubs, such places that are easy to meet with strangers, Is the main place for their recruitment.

And in the history of Newton City Fight Club members, the bartender, uh. Not so advanced, the bar folks are in the position of veterans. People who go to drink may not talk to the guy who talks to them, but they have to say a few words to these guys. They are the easiest people to communicate with.

But now Button is facing an embarrassing situation, they have no reason to arrest a bunch of bar guys at random, and then interrogate the other party for crime.

‘Ah, I ’m sorry, I drank too much that day, thinking that the street sign was one of my enemies, so I kicked. ’

If such a crime is interrogated. For the case, there is no point.

Before James stayed in each bar for more than ten minutes, Seth, who had been hanging behind, would appear, beating James under the spectator of a room. Then when James escaped, he chased slowly.

James didn't know that Seth had a clear purpose, but he didn't think it was bad. At least along the way, his role has become more and more lifelike. This literally means that James has no pain in his body.

James sipped his teeth and took a sip of beer. His eyes continued to shake in the bar.

"Please." The man put a small basket of nuts in front of James very attentively. I really don't know what he thought, as if James' pain was not obvious enough.

James looked at the man, staring closely, his thumb and index finger reached into the nut basket, crushed one, turned his eyes, and continued to glance in the bar. ◆ Eight ● One ?? Chinese website www.81zw.com ★

The guy didn't care much about James' actions. He smiled and walked around in front of several other people in front of the bar. After a while, he stood in front of James again. "I haven't seen you before, come for the first time?" "

Here in Paisin, James glanced at the signboard before entering, and was also a bar open all day. In Paisin, most people have irregular working hours. Such a business model is the norm.

James glanced at the other person and said nothing.

There are not many people in the bar. It ’s okay for no one to greet the buddy. He leans on the bar in front of James with one arm on his body, and his eyes do n’t stop at James. Boring in the bar The guests swept over and looked casual, "You are the kind of silent guy, don't like to talk?"

"Don't like it." James opened his mouth, with an accent from the Western Union.

"Outlanders ?!" The man seemed to have some interest. "Western?" He turned around and leaned in front of James.

James pursed his lips, frowned, and looked annoyed that his identity had been broken.

The guy raised his eyebrows and looked at James' glass. He took out a beer mug to the full and touched the tightly held glass of James. "Welcome to you, welcome to Barton."

The guy drank fast enough. After a sip, he put the dirty cup down the bar and raised his hand to several other guests. "You don't stand tall with the boss, the next round is free! How!"

"Yeah!" The scattered voice sounded in the bar, and the man smiled, no longer worried about the drunken guys, and leaned in front of James again.

"How long have you been here?" The man's face was a little ruddy because he drank a large glass of beer, and the beer-like breath sprayed on James' face, causing James to frown tightly.

James stared at this man. His eyes were very unfriendly. His role was an outsider who didn't feel ‘welcome’ at all. He was embodying this.

"Hey." The buddy slapped James' shoulders, "I invite ..."

James's movements were very fast, and he pressed the man's unhealthy arm with his backhand and pressed it against the table. "Touch me and I will break your arm!"

"Uh ..." The guy didn't seem to expect James to be so violent. I really don't know what he thought. A whole body was ragged. The bruised guy, normal people will hide far away. But this guy will still take the initiative to talk, is this a homogenous attraction? So good, James wanted this effect.

"I just want to say, I invite you to drink. At least we can chat, right!" The man's arm was pressed against the bar counter by James, and he skewed his body to explain quickly.

James waited for a while, the strength in his hand increased again, issued the final warning, and then released the opponent.

The man looked a little awkward and took a few steps back, rubbing his aching shoulder constantly. Several drunk men smiled in a low voice, and seemed to be very happy to watch the play.

James is holding the glass tightly, this time the task is time-limited. According to the model of Newton City. It takes about two months from recruiting to training to the evil piece. Now in the city of Barton, the first month has passed. James needs to catch up quickly, otherwise he will wait for the evil piece, he still The training of 'new recruits' in the periphery is meaningless.

So he has to show enough "talent" to leapfrog, just like Weiss, he has to show enough destruction **. Quickly enter the middle and upper level of the fighting club, face to face with the leader behind the scene, and then you can hand it over to Seth, he only used to identify the body. The case is considered closed.

James was actually anxious, he didn't want to drag on for too long.

The guy brought the free round he promised to the people in the bar and returned to James. James was still frowning. In fact, he was thinking. He began to think that this guy might be the target.

"Can we talk now?" The guy smiled a little unnaturally. Standing behind the bar properly, "I am not malicious, but you also saw it." He turned his head to glance at the scattered people in the bar. "It's these people every day." He lowered his voice, "It's boring."

The meaning is already clear, this is a guy who is tired of his unchanging life.

James glanced at him and pushed away the beer that he had given away for free, "Whiskey."

The buddy turned his head straight to the front of himself, pulled out the glass under the bar, and poured the bottle. He then used spirits to deliver spirits.

"Then ..." James no longer refused the chat invitation from the buddy. The buddy directly held the beer before James and touched the whisky he pushed to James. "How long have you been?"

"a period of time."

"Uh, where do you live?"

"there."

"Well, what do you do for work?"

James frowned, watching the man not speaking.

"Uh, oh." The guy looked at James again and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry."

If you look at it, you do n’t have it, or it ’s bad, and it ’s not an element of friendly chat.

The guy thought for a while, "I guess, the place you stay in doesn't welcome outsiders very much?"

James continued to look at this guy and remained silent.

"All Bartonians are like this." The guys smiled. "We all think that we built this city ourselves, but in fact, it has nothing to do with us. That's our previous generation. They are also outsiders. Haha ... Haha ... "

This guy seemed to want to make a joke, but James' silence made him realize that it was not funny.

The buddy smiled, drank the wine awkwardly, and leaned towards James without warning, "Hey, do you want to have fun later?" There is more fresh content on the platform, and there is also a 1oo% lottery gift for everyone! Now open WeChat, click on the "+" sign "add friend" at the top right, search the public number "qdread" and follow, please pay attention! ) (To be continued.)