Early the next morning, the leader of the Russian gangsters, Boshkin, walked out of his room with a hangover. Before he could finish his sumptuous breakfast, his underlings came running to him with bad news.
"What? Bowen is missing? Bastard! "
Boshkin slammed his fist on the table and roared at his underlings. "It was raining so heavily last night, where could Bowen have gone? It must have something to do with that old bastard Christian! "
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Then he thought about what Boss Jamie had told him last night, and Boshkin's face suddenly revealed his trademark smirk.
"You guys come with me, we're going to kill that old bastard!"
Moments later, a black SUV drove out of the mansion and sped towards the Old Gun Bar.
The weather after the rain was always sunny, with a hint of cleansing warmth and fragrance.
Saber opened his eyes under the direct sunlight. Looking at the height of the sun, he estimated that it was definitely past nine o 'clock. The guy sat up in bed, and the first thing he saw was a stack of neatly folded clothes on the table opposite him.
They were old clothes, but they were very clean. It was obvious that Pops had put them here. Saber grinned. Five minutes later, after freshening up and changing into new clothes, Saber walked down from the third floor.
The bar was very quiet. It was not the time for this kind of retro bar to be lively, and with Jamie's recent incident, the bar was still deserted. Pops sat behind the bar, using a radio to play an old song that Saber was not interested in. He played with a few cards in his hand, looking like he was entertaining himself.
Saber was a very perceptive person. Seeing that Pops was enjoying himself, he did not disturb him. Instead, he found a random table and sat down. He held the dagger in his hand and played his game out of boredom. The blade in his hand was like a butterfly flitting through flowers, dazzling the eyes. This kind of dangerous game required a lot of energy, but it was also a good way to kill time.
But boring time was always short. When the clock on the wall pointed to 11: 15, a black SUV appeared in front of the Old Gun Bar. The door opened, and a strong man wearing a black sports vest and a shaved head came out of the car with three men dressed similarly to last night, but more like a bastard. He rudely kicked open the wooden door of the bar and walked in with a ferocious aura.
Saber, who was immersed in his game, suddenly came back to his senses. The strong man did not even look at him, but strode to the front of the bar and slammed his fists on the wooden table … interrupting Pops.
"Old Dog, where did Bowen and the others go?"
The strong man's voice was filled with anger and irritation. Obviously, this was a person who did not know how to suppress his emotions. Their first reaction to any problem was to solve it with their fists. For normal people, this might be a big problem, but for real villains, this kind of opponent was their favorite.
"Pops, do you need help?"
Saiper's voice followed closely after the muscular man's scolding. Of course, this attracted the attention of his father. The muscular man turned his head and looked at Saiper as though he was looking at a pile of trash. However, he didn't care about Saiper. Instead, he turned his head to his father who was leaning on the chair.
"Where did Bowen and the others go? Tell me! "
"Who knows, Boshkin. Aren't they your men? We all know that people go missing in Gotham every day. Or is it that Boss Jamie can't even control his own men? "
Pops picked up his pipe and crossed his arms over his chest. His chair was slightly tilted back, and his voice was filled with mockery. "If I had to guess, maybe those three bastards felt that Gotham was too dangerous and ran off to other places to pursue a better life."
"Like heaven! Hmm, maybe it's hell. "
Saber continued, as if he was singing the same tune as his fearless Pops, but his voice had a trace of impatience and mockery.
Boshkin's tone ignited the rage of the burly man. He turned his head abruptly, pushed away his subordinates who were like a part of his background, and strode towards Seiber. Boshkin looked down at him condescendingly, his bloodshot eyes brimming with malice. He extended a finger and pointed it at Seiber's chest.
"Tell me, Monkey, what the f * ck did you mean by that sentence just now?"
Saber tilted his head and looked at him. Because he was sitting on a chair, the tall and burly Boshkin looked like a mountain in front of him. However, before Boshkin's sinister smile disappeared, Saber's left hand grabbed Boshkin's finger that was pointing at his chest and pushed it in the opposite direction.
Boshkin's body bent down from the sudden pain, but this body's instinctive protective measures could not prevent him from suffering the misfortune.
"Crack!"
"Didn't your parents teach you not to swear?"
"Ah!"
The pain of his finger being broken instantly spread to every nerve in his brain. It was said that this kind of pain was second only to the broken eggs and childbirth. This sudden attack did not allow Boshkin to react at all, and he immediately knelt on the ground.
When the heart-wrenching pain came, the Siberian gangster's vision turned black. However, just as he cried out in pain, he felt his big bald head being held in place by a pair of hands, and a knee was rapidly approaching.
"Bang!"
This hit the bridge of the nose, and the blood that spurted out stained Saber's new pants. This made him a little dissatisfied. He picked up the thick glass ashtray on the table and swung it at the big bald head.
"Bang!"
The brawny man called K.O. fell to the ground. Blood flowed out from the back of his head. It was a strange and bloody scene.
Of course, in order not to cause any trouble for himself and his father, Seiber controlled his strength and only fainted. Hmm, he might even have a concussion or something. Anyway, this guy who eats cholesterol to train his muscles probably doesn't lack money, so … it doesn't matter.
"Ugh, that's disgusting …"
Saber looked at the ashtray stained with blood and his new pants in disgust. He stood up from the chair and kicked the already unconscious big man in the face, sending him rolling a few times. The guy who injured him just now stretched his body, and with a wave of his hand, threw the cracked ashtray into the trash can. His left hand touched his belt, and a gleaming dagger appeared in his hand.
Spinning the dagger in his hand like a butterfly, Seber raised his head and grinned at his subordinates who were still rooted to the spot. He quickly walked towards the three men, blood still dripping from the fingers on his right hand, and a dagger in his left hand. This posture, coupled with the power he displayed when he killed the burly man in an instant, sent chills down the spines of the three gang members who had followed Boshkin for a long time. However, they were still Boss Jamie's old brothers, and in terms of courage, they were much stronger than Bowen and the other young men.
The tallest one also took out a dagger from his pocket, and with a howl, he rushed towards Saber, his brothers following behind him.
"Ah!"
"Tsk, meaningless!"
Saber's left leg swept outwards, and his entire body leaned to the side. His right leg lightly hooked, and the first guy who rushed over lost his balance. But in the midst of his stumbling, Saber's right hand caught his body, and at the same time, the dagger in his left hand stabbed into his abdomen. He flew up and kicked the second guy in the stomach. The guy staggered, and clutched his stomach as he fell to the ground.
Blood dripped down the dagger in his left hand, and Saber's right hand pushed, and the guy who had been scared out of his wits was thrown to the ground. He clutched his stomach and began to howl.
"Mark, Olly, come save me, I've been stabbed! I'm bleeding, I'm dying! Come save me! "
The guy's voice was very piercing, and so Saber rewarded him with another kick, knocking out a few teeth, and the guy's wails turned into low whimpers.
"Don't look at me like that, guys, I'm not crazy."
Saber opened his arms, one hand holding the blood-stained dagger, and the fingers of the other hand dripping with blood. Coupled with his innocent face, he was a living lunatic with a knife.
But he didn't lie. He pressed his thumb against the blade, and only one-third of it went in. Other than bleeding a little, he wouldn't be injured at all. But the last remaining subordinate had never seen such a ruthless person who would cut open a person's head without saying a word, and even stab a guy.
When Saber's gaze turned to him, the guy actually raised his trembling hands. Those who didn't understand would think that he was robbed, but in fact, they were the ones who came to find trouble, and they wanted to take his father's life. Unfortunately, they didn't have the chance.
But at that moment, an ear-piercing siren suddenly sounded at the entrance of the bar, and in less than a minute, a young police officer wearing a detective hat and a blue shirt rushed into the bar with his left hand on the holster and his right hand on the handle of the gun.
However, the confrontation that the young man had imagined did not happen. In fact, everything seemed normal. His respected father was sitting at the bar, reading the newspaper. A young Asian man was sitting on the other side, playing with coins in his hand out of boredom. There was also a brawny man in a black singlet lying in a pool of blood. Another man was rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning on the ground. Finally, there was a trembling bastard, holding a bloody dagger in his left hand and a bloody ashtray in his right.
It looked like an internal gang fight.
"Squat down! Hold your head! Bastard, throw away the weapon in your hand! "
The police officer instinctively felt that something was wrong. He cautiously stroked the handle of the gun, and then loudly scolded the trembling bastard. The bastard was as docile as a little lamb. He immediately threw away the bloody weapon in his hand, held his head, and squatted in the corner.
The young police officer let out a sigh of relief, and then moved his hand away from the handle of the gun. He turned his gaze to his father, and the expression on his face became rich, as if he had seen his family.
"Hey, Dad, I heard about what happened in the bar, so I came late … You know, I recently joined the police training in Star City, and I just came back. Is everything okay here?"
His father put down the newspaper, and a happy smile appeared on his wrinkled old face. Then, he enthusiastically hugged the young police officer and patted him on the back.
"It's good that you're back, my good son. The bar and I are all good. Come, let me introduce you …"
Then, the police officer's gaze fell on Saber, who was curiously looking at him with his right hand supporting his head. But in the next moment, he quickly and accurately pulled out his pistol and aimed at Saber.
"Don't move … Raise your hand!"
Saber turned his head in confusion, and then he saw his right hand supporting his head. He patted his head and let out a frustrated moan.
There was still a trace of blood on his right hand, and it was obviously because of this that the police officer with sharp senses noticed it.
"They are fighting among themselves, trainee police officer, I am a really good person. If you don't believe me, you can ask Dad! He can testify! "
"Don't talk! Raise your hand! "
"It's been too long since I last played, and my hands are rusty."
Saber muttered, but he didn't have the intention to raise his hand. He even opened his hand casually to the police officer, and leaned on the chair as if he had no bones. He didn't have the ferocity from before, and he even had the mood to joke with a gun pointed at him.
"But you know what? I hate nosy people the most. "
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