Battlefield Contract Worker

? Not long after the two left, a thin black young man walked over. After looking around, he turned around and left. Jason said in a low voice, "How is it, do you want to catch up and ask?"

"Don't move, that's just a trick of some street crooks. The fake liquor dealer deliberately finds someone to come and explore the way. If he doesn't encounter any cross-examination, he will appear." Jiangan whispered.

"How can you be sure? Maybe he found us and was about to run away. If we didn't catch up, we might lose this clue." Jason frowned.

"Relax, listen to Jiangan, he is very experienced in these things." Lin Rui smiled and whispered through the earphones. "As soon as you see a van approaching, you can act."

Jason shook his head helplessly and could only continue to wait.

After ten minutes, a pickup truck drove to the back door of the bar. Several black youths jumped out of the car, and one of them directed the others to carry boxes of wine to the warehouse behind the bar.

"They're here, we're moving." Jiangan walked over casually like an ordinary pedestrian, holding a rolled up newspaper in his hand. Jason walked on the other side of him, and the two seemed to be unrelated pedestrians.

When Jason walked there, he squatted down to straighten his shoelaces, and the two sharp tripods in his hands were tucked under the tires of the truck in no time. This three-legged nail is made of alloy, and the length of each foot is about seven or eight centimeters, sharp and sharp.

At this time, Jiangan had already started. This young man with glasses and a crepe face was actually not as weak as he looked. Hidden in the newspaper in his hand was an alloy swinging stick. It looks like it's just a roll of newspaper, but it's actually a hit on the head, and it can kill someone with a single stick.

However, he still had room to make his move, and he swung two sticks in a row, knocking out the two black men who were carrying the fake wine. The rest of the black man started the car as soon as the situation was bad and was ready to run. "Bang, bang." With two muffled sounds, the truck slanted to one side. Because the two tripods placed by Jason had completely destroyed one tire of the truck, the truck was completely tilted to one side.

Jason put on tactical gloves and smashed the glass of the driver's seat with a punch, pulling the black man out of the window. That little black man is very flexible. Immediately broke free, raised his hand and pulled out a hidden knife, facing Jason.

Kishi shrugged helplessly, walked over, opened the front of his suit, and let him see the holster on his body. As soon as he saw the gun, the black youth immediately slumped, very single, dropped the knife in his hand, put his hands on his head and squatted down.

From the looks of it, this fake liquor dealer is also a frequent visitor to the police station who is often arrested, and he is familiar with a set of procedures. Jiangishi couldn't help but laugh a little. But just as he was smiling, the black young man suddenly bowed, rolled over, rolled from the bottom of the truck to the other side of the truck, got up from the ground and ran.

His movements were as nimble as a black monkey. When he ran across the alley, Park Dong-sang had completely blocked the road. But before Park Dong-sang got off the car, the black man jumped up and propped up his hands, and jumped over against the roof of the car. After he jumped over the roof of the car, he rolled on the spot without even pausing, and continued to run wildly.

But his good fortune ended there. When the black youth was lucky to escape by himself, his neckline suddenly tightened. Was dragged to the ground from one side. Lin Rui looked at him with a smile and said, "You're good at it. Besides being a professional fake liquor dealer, are you also an amateur parkour player?"

When the black youth saw that the rest of the people were also surrounding him, he knew that he could not escape. This time he was really wilted, but he kept his head down and did not speak.

Jason grabbed him and stuffed him into the car.

Lin Rui said to him, "How is it? Do you know why we are looking for you? Don't you want to talk?"

"What do you want?" the black youth frowned.

"I just want to make friends, what's your name?" Lin Rui said slowly.

"Sancho." The black man hesitated.

Lin Rui nodded and said, "This is a good start, Sancho. We are looking for someone, and I hope you can tell me where this person is."

"Who are you and who are you looking for?" Sancho asked cautiously.

"Angel." Lin Rui said slowly.

"Angel?" said Sancho sarcastically, "how do I know where the old guy is? By the way, this old miser still owes me the money. You know, he never pays his bills on time, he always owes a couple or two. Months. As a result, this time I was in trouble, and my delinquent payment became a bad debt, and I still want to find him!"

Lin Rui smiled slightly, "Well said, but I didn't say that he was in trouble. How did you know?"

"I'm also a member of the Dao. I can know what happens in this area. Besides, what happened in the underground paradise is not a trivial matter. It is said that it was a gang fight, and a dozen people died." Sancho shrugged, "This is It’s hard to hide something like this from someone like me.”

"If it's really like what you said, you are familiar with this area, then you should know that the so-called gang fights are just **** by the police." Lin Rui said slowly, "This matter involves private military companies and mercenaries. ,"

Sancho froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Maybe, but what does this have to do with me? Should I care?"

Lin Rui said lightly, "I know you and Angel have a very good relationship."

"How could I have a good relationship with him? He's just an old miser, everyone who does business with him says so. I'm only in business with him, too." Sancho shrugged.

"It's not just business, Sancho, we know your situation. Your father was also a mercenary, and he died when you were four years old. It was the same year that Angel dragged a prosthetic leg and started driving here. A mercenary bar. You can live to this day because he will give you a sum of money on a regular basis. This money is an account opened by your father for you during his lifetime. You are the son of his comrade-in-arms. " Lin Rui said slowly, "He has always taken good care of you, too."

The black young man Sancho was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "I won't tell you anything. Because I don't have the habit of betraying my friends."

Lin Rui smiled slightly, nodded and said, "This is indeed a good habit. However, we are not asking you to betray him. We are asking you to provide an opportunity for us to help him."