Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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James is nestled in the corner of the bar, hidden behind the beer barrel, in the center of the bruised and swollen eyelids, a pair of ridiculous The squeezed eyes that were almost gone, swept across this bar non-stop.

He is not so clear now that he is performing a task to search for the target, and he is just alerting Seth.

But it doesnt matter anymore. His coat has been torn apart under Seths constant ravages, revealing his sturdy body, and his eyes are tightly looking around, which can be seen by an individual. This guy has a problem. And in his state, this bar actually allowed him to enter, and James felt that he was at least in the right place.

“Hard life.” Behind the old wooden bar, a man in his 30s dressed in casual clothes, placed a glass in front of James, and the barrel next to him was full. A cup, “You look like you need something stronger.” The guy smiled, “But, I don’t think you have any money. This cup is for me.”

James’ gaze is full from the front. The glass of beer moved up to the man, said nothing, and held the glass.

Seth hasn’t appeared for a while, James never knew how Seth would say, “I won’t give it to you, I’ll follow you.” But James refused to think about how his mission, his thoughts, went around and was known by a thug under the’general’. In fact, a little bit of brain power can be clear, but James refused to give this bit of brain power. It is also capricious.

James picked up wine cup and, his lips twitched as soon as he touched the beer corners. Seth’s start, regardless of part, the alcohol burned on the wound in his mouth. As soon as James frowned, he directly raised his head, his throat rolled up and down, and the beer still covered with foam was quickly filled.

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The thick-bottomed beer glass was placed on the bar counter, and the dull clash made a few middle-aged drunks watch it slowly, and then slowly turned back.

The guy smiled and looked at James with his arms on the bar, lowered his head, and the veins on his forehead, stretched out his hand for the empty cup, and gave James another one.

“I invite you another glass.” The guy piled the beer in front of James, “Try to make it last longer. If the Boss finds that there is no wine in front of the guest, I will be scolded, thank you.”

James raised his blushing face with patience and glanced at the man again. He still said nothing, but reached out and held the beer glass.

This is not the first bar James has entered. The information compiled by Newton City already has a very thorough description of the “fight club” model. Bars and clubs are easy to interact with. The place where strangers meet is the main place for them to recruit.

In the history of the members of the Newton City Fight Club, the bartender, uh, not so advanced, the barman is in the position of the veteran. People who go to drink may not talk to them, but they always have to talk to these guys. They are the easiest people to communicate with.

But now Barton is facing a very embarrassing situation. They have no reason to arrest a bunch of bar guys at will, and then interrogate the other party for crimes.

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

If such a crime is interrogated, it is meaningless to the case.

James spent more than ten minutes in each bar before. Seth, who had been hanging behind him, would appear. Under the crowd of people in a room, he beat James and waited for James. Musk escaped and was chasing slowly.

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

James gritted his teeth, took a sip of beer, his eyes continued to sway in the bar.

“Please.” The guy put a small basket of nuts in front of James very thoughtfully. I really don’t know what he thought, as if James’ pain was not obvious enough.

James’ gaze looked towards this guy, staring closely, his thumb and index finger stuck into the nut basket, crushed one, turned his gaze, and continued to scan in the bar.

The guy didnt mind James actions so much. He walked around in front of the other people in front of the bar with a smile. After busying for a while, he stood in front of James, “Ive never seen it before. This is your first time here?”

This is Paisin. James glanced at the sign before entering. It is also a bar open all day long. In Paisin, most people have irregular working hours, and this business model is the norm.

James glanced at the other person and said nothing.

There are not many people in the bar, no one greets the buddies and nothing to do, leaning on the bar in front of James, supporting his body with one arm, his eyes did not stop on James, Boredly scanning over the scattered guests in the bar, chatting casually, “You are the kind of silent guy, don’t like talking?”

“I don’t like it.” James opened He spoke, with the accent of the Federal West.

“Outsiders?!” The guy seemed to be a little interested, “Western?” He turned around and leaned in front of James.

James pursed his mouth, frowned, looking upset that his identity was broken.

The guy raised his eyebrows and looked at James glass. He took out a beer glass until it was full, and touched the glass that James was holding tightly. “Welcome you, welcome Come to Barton.”

The guy drank fast enough. After a mouthful, he stuffed the dirty cup under the bar and raised his hand to a few other guests. , The next round will be free! How about it!”

“Yeah!” The scattered voice sounded in the bar, and the guy smiled, no longer caring about the drunk guys, and leaned in front of James.

“How long have you been here?” The guy’s face was a little ruddy because he poured a large glass of beer, and his beer-scented breath sprayed on James’ face, causing James to frown.

James stared at this guy, his eyes were very unfriendly, his role was an outsider who didn’t feel’welcome’ at all, he was embodying this.

“Hey.” The guy patted James on the shoulder familiarly, “I’ll please…”

James moved very quickly, and held this backhand. The dudes weak arm was pressed on the table, “touch me, I will break your arm!”

“Uh…” Dude didn’t seem to expect James to be so violent. I really don’t know what he thinks, a guy with torn clothes and bruises all over, a normal person would hide away. But this guy would actually take the initiative to talk to each other. Is this a homosexual attraction? That’s good, James wants this effect.

“I just want to say, I invited you to drink, at least we can chat, right!” The guy’s arm was pressed against the bar by James, and he slanted his body and quickly explained .

James waited for a while, his strength increased again, he issued a final warning, and then let go of the opponent.

The dude looked a little awkward, stepped back a few steps, and kept rubbing his sore shoulder. Several drunk men smiled quietly, seemingly willing to watch the show.

James is holding the wine glass tightly. This time the task is time-limited. According to the analysis of the model of Newton City, it takes about two months from recruitment to training to vicious events. Now in Barton City, the first month has passed. James needs to catch up quickly, or wait for vicious events. When it happens, he is still training in the periphery of the’recruit’, which makes no sense.

So he has to show enough’talent’ to climb the ranks, just like Weiss, he has to show enough desire to destroy, quickly enter the upper middle tier of the fight club, face to face with the leader behind the scenes , And then it can be handed over to Seth, he only needs to identify the corpse, and the case is over.

James is actually a little anxious, he doesn’t want to delay it 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 started Think this guy might be the target.

“Can we talk now?” The man smiled unnaturally, standing behind the bar in a regular manner, “I have no malice, but you saw it.” He turned his head and glanced at the bar. The scattered people, “These are these people every day.” He lowered his voice, “It’s boring.”

The meaning is clear. This is a guy who is tired of his unchanging life.

James glanced at him and pushed away the free beer in his hand, “Whiskey.”

The man turned his head and was pulled directly in front of him by the beer. Pulling out the glass under the bar, the wine bottle is poured. He then used the amount of beer to deliver spirits.

“That…” James no longer refused the guys invitation to chat. The guy directly held James previous beer and touched the whiskey he pushed to James. “How long have you been here?”

“A period of time.”

“Uh, where do you live?”

“Over there.”

“Well, what do you do for work?”

James frowned and watched the dude not speak.

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

You know that either there isnt or its bad. Not an element of friendly chat.

Guy thought for a while, “I guess, where you stay, outsiders are not very welcome, right?”

James continued to look at this guy and kept silent.

“Barton people are like this.” The guy laughed, “We all think we built this city by ourselves, but in fact, it has nothing to do with us. It is our previous generation, and they are all foreigners. , Haha…hehe…”

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

The guy smiled, drank in embarrassment, and leaned toward James without warning, “Hey, do you want to have some fun later?” (My novel “Barton Fantasy “Event Record” will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the “+” sign “Add a friend” at the top right, and search for the official account “qdread” And pay attention, hurry up!)