Steel steam and flame

No one remembers exactly when it started to rain. It has been going on for almost a week. Many people are looking forward to the end of winter soon, but the continuous spring rain that has come has not pleased many people. On the contrary, the humid climate has not yet completely warmed up, and the colder temperatures than in winter have made people miss the benefits of winter.

At least you can still see the dazzling sunlight. You can spread out a soft mat and lie comfortably on the grass to bask in the sun until evening. What I miss is this scene. When it rains in spring, if I stay outside for a little longer, I feel like I will be so damp that I will be covered in mold.

Ghana City, a medium-sized city in the Principality of Yingans, has been shrouded in endless drizzle for a long time. The ground was wet and covered with yellow mud brought from the muddy road outside the city. It was sticky and sticky and could not be washed away by this weak rain.

The city of Ghana is surrounded by four ring roads, forming four areas divided by wealth classes. On the branch road of the third circular road, a group of low buildings were built on the side according to its trend, becoming an area where middle class and poor people were mixed. There are many such areas in Ghana City. They form the largest part of the city and wrap up the relatively prosperous central area.

This side street does not have a specific name because it is more like an alley in nature. In the afternoon, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets. Not long after, a man holding a black umbrella with a lazy face stepped on the pavement slabs on both sides of the already bumpy street, and gradually went deeper into the street amidst a burst of "ta-ta-da" sounds.

The man eventually stopped in front of a pub. People nearby said that this tavern was opened by an unknown wealthy woman, because if you have time to stay by the tavern, you can often see people with status, or beautiful ladies parking their limousines there. The garage on the side, then walked in with sadness, and finally walked out with a smile on his face.

What exactly is going on inside, few people know. Because it is indeed just an ordinary tavern. There are colored lamps on the door spelling out the words "Normans Fen". The appearance after entering is no different from other taverns, except that the interior space is a little more spacious.

The man put away his umbrella at the door, shook it with water and put it in the umbrella basket by the door. Then he shook his head and looked inside the tavern. The music is always elegant and soothing, the tables are spaced wider than other pubs, and the counter is longer. Today's business doesn't seem to be very good, but judging from the situation of this pub, it may be said to be a good situation.

The man went straight to the counter, sat on a high chair, crossed his hands on the counter, and then loosened them again, then looked at the bartender behind the counter: "Excuse me, a glass of warm water will do."

The bartender is a man close to 1.9 meters tall, like a memorial statue made of steel. The plaid dress-like shirt cannot cover up the bulging muscles on his body at all. He has a square face and a black beard on his chin, which he probably only grooms every two or three days. It looks extremely lush at the moment. But his expression was very kind, and he was holding a bartending tool in his hand. He looked like a kind father studying a child's toys.

The bartender nodded, picked up the cup skillfully, poured half a cup of hot water, and then added three cubes of ice to it as usual: "Ms. Rachel came here this morning. She said she didn't see you very much." Sorry. If you have time, I hope you can contact her as soon as possible."

The man just picked up the cup and was blowing on the hot air rising from it. After hearing these words, he put down the cup and looked at the bartender.

"There is a communication machine in the store that can be used at any time." The bartender didn't pay attention to the man's embarrassed expression. He turned around and counted the various wine bottles on the wooden shelf behind him, and continued, "I didn't say anything else. I came in a hurry and left in a hurry. It was so fast, I didn’t even drink. By the way, the limo was parked directly in front of the pub. I didn’t see clearly who was driving the car, but it was not the same person. Maybe Ms. Rachel had a new love. .”

"Olchi, you are starting to care about these things too." The man took a sip of water.

"Ms. Rachel is our boss, is it reasonable to show necessary concern?" The bartender Orchie smiled, "I always thought you wouldn't come today."

"Why do you think so?" The man's face changed and became a little gloomy. "Today is the 27th, which is the time I should come over. For several years, I have always kept time, whether it is for customers or for us. Our own people.”

"Who knows?" Orchie shook his head. The man waiting for the answer was obviously dissatisfied with the answer. He continued to lower his head and looked at the ice cubes in the glass that were melting rapidly. At this time, the bartender Orchie came over, pressed his hands on the counter, and stared at the man, "After Ms. Rachel left this morning, someone came over to pay the consumption fee. He said that you died in a rental house three days ago. Inside the house, the body was chopped into two pieces."

"So you believe it?" The man looked at Orchie's face.

Olqi stood up and waved his hand, "Of course I don't believe it. Everyone knows that it must be your substitute. Besides, the other party is still a new member of the gang, so it's normal not to know some things. But..."

Olqi sighed at this time, as if the fuel was about to run out, and the old plowing machine parked at the edge of the field emitted the last puff of black smoke, "This is the third time. Think about it, three days... , in four days, three different people told me the same thing. They all said that you were dead, that the body was cut into two parts, that one had his head blown off by a gunshot, and that some had his neck directly twisted. . This is not normal, you know? Otherwise, Ms. Rachel would not have made a special trip to the tavern to meet you here."

"You must know that Ms. Rachel has a very distinguished status and will never say a word to us."

The man didn't reply and just looked at the wine glass in front of him. Seeing the man's silence, Orchi also closed his mouth. After a while, Orchie opened his mouth again, "The association is very concerned about you, this is what Ms. Rachel said. She hopes that you can tell the association anything you know."

"Olchi, if I knew anything, I would have contacted the association directly a week or two ago and would have never let it get to Ms. Rachelle's ears. The problem is, right now, at this moment, I don't know anything. But You and Ms. Rachel all think that I know something, but I don’t want to tell the association." The man was obviously a little excited, "Damn it, this is a cycle that cannot be circumvented. Why is it the area I manage? These things happen!”

Orchie was not moved by the man's words, "Someone said that you met the person who was called the so-called 'boss' and had a long conversation with him."

"What!" The man raised his head and looked at Orchie, "I am now saying that the Principality of Yingans will be attacked by the whole country of the Far Sea Commonwealth in two days and will be destroyed in one day. Do you believe it?"

Orchie shrugged, "In this era, anything can happen. I believe and hope that it will really perish in two days. In short, there are only a few things I can help you with. If you need it, just ask it." Ms. Chel won't give you a long time. You'd better find enough evidence to prove that you are clean during this period, otherwise what happened in the past ten days, especially the death of Master Holden last week, even if they don't In the end, someone has to stand up and say - OK, OK, I did all this, hang me. You know the stakes better than I do. However, maybe it's just as you said, You don’t know anything. But things like luck belong to whoever it falls on. Those people in the association don’t care about luck. They only care about who should stand up and take the gun.”