"Have we arrived?" Sheyan quickly got out of the back seat of the taxi.
This was indeed a place with complicated terrain. There were streets and alleys everywhere, and most of the shops on both sides were deserted. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry in their overcoats. Pale-faced and thin drug addicts were also common. One could only imagine the degree of desolation and eeriness once night fell. It was no wonder that Josina could hide behind a telephone pole and see the secrets of the contestants without being silenced.
The reason Sheyan came here was because of Dolittle, the hook-nosed man.
When Josina was following Dolittle, the latter should not have noticed her. Thinking back to the actual situation at the time, it was raining, cold, and wet, and he had just completed a very important research project, Dolittle's choice was to go home on the bus.
At this time, it seemed that this place was accessible in all directions. Moreover, the police force in this dirty and messy urban-rural area would be relatively weak. It was really a good place to hide.
At that time, the FBI should have already grasped Dolittle's whereabouts, so they ambushed him here. However, the power behind this guy really caught the FBI off guard, and they were all killed.
More importantly, Sheyan noticed the place where Dolittle was ambushed.
On the street.
If the police had a choice, it would not have been a good idea to set up an ambush in this place, whether it was the social impact, the escape of the criminal, or other off-site factors such as conclusive evidence.
If the police had found Dolittle's lair, then there was no doubt that the location of the ambush would have been his home.
This undoubtedly meant one thing.
The FBI agents who ambushed Dolittle probably did not find his lair. They probably discovered his presence in this area through surveillance or an informant's report. So they set up an ambush here in a hurry.
Sheyan estimated that after the mysterious death of one of their men here, the FBI must have been furious and carried out a crazy purge here. If Dolittle's lair was not discovered during the purge, then Dolittle would undoubtedly continue to use this place after the contestants behind him left this world. There was no need to explain the reason behind this ….
Therefore, Sheyan believed that if he was lucky enough, he could find a lair that Dolittle had once used and get a lot of clues. If he was lucky enough, he might even be able to trap this mysterious guy in his lair.
He surveyed his surroundings. Brother Black, who had a cigar in his mouth, glanced around and said.
"There's a bar over there. Maybe we should go for a drink?"
Sheyan glanced at the neon signboard of this bar, and felt that although this place was complicated, he should still be able to obtain valuable information. Thus, he nodded and entered with Brother Black.
There was a musty smell in the bar. Of course, this smell was temporarily covered by the smell of strong alcohol. However, smelling it a few more times would make one feel uncomfortable. At this time, there was still some time before the peak period, so the lights inside were bright. The purpose was to make it easier for the waitresses to clean up.
Like all the pubs in this era, there were two billiard tables inside. The flannelette on them had faded, and the surface of the billiard balls was full of scars. There were even broken veins on the cue sticks, and black dust was embedded in them.
Surrounding the billiard tables were a few tattooed men with disheveled hair. They showed off their chest muscles and arms and looked over with a provocative and vigilant gaze. A guy with orchid fingers even had a wretched look in his eyes. He blew a smoke ring at Sheyan from afar, then finished the drink in front of him and turned the glass upside down on the table.
Mogensha had been brooding over this matter ever since he was called "Black Chick" the last time. Seeing this, he was overjoyed and said to Sheyan.
"Boss, looks like someone's been licking your ass."
Sheyan glanced at Mogensha from the corner of his eyes. Just as Mogensha was about to speak, a woman with silver hair imitating Britney Spears walked over with a lady's cigarette in her mouth.
"Hi, gentlemen. Are you here to drink or have some fun?"
Sheyan smiled and sat down at a nearby table. He noticed that the table here was a clean round wooden table with a Halloween jack-o '-lantern-like ornament hanging beside it.
"I'm here to give you money."
Sheyan once again launched his attack with money. This was undoubtedly a very simple and effective tactic. Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that people would fabricate some lies for the sake of profit. But for Sheyan, with his sharp eyes, it wasn't difficult to discern these lies. Therefore, when the two liars screamed miserably while clutching their severed hands, nobody dared to take the risk.
After finding nothing, the duo left the bar and ran to another bar. They were like diligent worker bees running among the flowers. After changing bars several times, the owner of the bar called out to them, "Hey, let's go. Let's go. Let's go."
"Hey, stranger. Come here."
Sheyan walked over and leaned against the simple bar counter. Beside him was a rolled-up poster and a payphone. The boss was a bearded man. He wiped his cup with a towel and casually said, "Hey, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"I heard you're looking for the whereabouts of a cripple with an aquiline nose? He seems to have a heart problem too? "
"Yes," Sheyan answered straightforwardly.
The bar owner said slowly, "I know a guy with an aquiline nose.
"I do know a guy with an aquiline nose. When he comes here to look for women, he only drinks soda water. I've seen him take heart medicine, but his legs are very healthy. He's not a cripple."
Sheyan's heart skipped a beat. He tossed out a stack of cash and said.
"I'm very interested."
The bar owner smiled contentedly after receiving the cash.
"This guy is very famous among the girls under me. First of all, he's generous, and second, he's lazy in bed."
Mogensha immediately became interested.
"Lazy in bed? What do you mean? "
The bar owner replied with a wretched look.
"This guy's body is exuberant, but because of his heart problem, he has to avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible. Every time he calls the girls out, he'll lie down and let them shake him out. Every time the girls go out with him, they'll be so tired that their backs and legs ache. They'll constantly curse him. But it can't be helped. Next time when this guy comes to pick girls, they'll still fight for him. At least he's very generous with money."
Mogensha beamed with delight.
"This guy really knows how to enjoy himself. I'll definitely give it a try next time …."
Sheyan looked at the bar owner and asked.
"Where does he live?"
The bar owner shrugged his shoulders.
"Hell, I only sell cigarettes and alcoholic drinks. I'm not a police officer. Why don't you ask those girls? They should know some inside information. "
"Where are your girls?" Sheyan asked indifferently.
"Order a glass of brandy and sit here and drink it. By then, my girls should have come to work."
What followed was waiting. Waiting was the most annoying thing.
This time, Sheyan finally won the favour of the goddess of luck and received a generous reward. Although this guy always went to small inns when he came to visit prostitutes, there was a prostitute who saw him buying medicine from a pharmacy and then walking into a small alley!
After obtaining this information, Sheyan was about to follow the vine to find the melon. But at this moment, the bar door was suddenly pushed open and a person walked in. This person had an aquiline nose and malicious gaze. His lips and skin were covered with indistinct cyanosis.
When he appeared, the bar owner and the prostitutes stared at him with a peculiar expression, before looking at Sheyan's group.
Without a doubt, the person in question was here to patronize the prostitutes again ….
Encountering such a situation, Sheyan sighed in his heart. His luck today was pretty good. He signalled Mogensha with his eyes to be on guard. Then, he laughed heartily, stood up and walked over to that guy.
Under the suspicious gaze of the other party, Sheyan smiled and asked.
"Mister Dolittle?"
That guy trembled all over, but acted as if nothing had happened.
"What did you say?"
Then, something unexpected happened. In the next second, Dolittle pulled out a large caliber M500 pistol, aimed at Sheyan and pulled the trigger! "Bang!" The spear blasted into Sheyan's chest!
Sheyan staggered back a few steps. Looking at the M500 pistol, he could not help but sigh. When he first entered the Terminator world, he relied on this powerful weapon to survive. He did not expect to see a similar weapon today, but it was basically useless to him now.
After Dolittle fired the shot, he saw that Sheyan was still standing there as if nothing had happened. Dolittle's pupils shrank. He immediately wanted to make his next move, but Sheyan had already stepped in front of him and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it.
"Mr. Dolittle, there is a limit to my patience."
Dolittle's reaction was even more surprising. When he saw the expression on Sheyan's face, he suddenly revealed a look of ecstasy and said.
"You … .you can actually smile?? Those damn Terminator monsters don't have expression programs. This means that you're a new model, or you're not a Terminator at all. Since you can take a direct hit from an M500 and still talk to me like this, then you shouldn't be those idiots from the FBI. You're one of those outsiders with superpowers?? "
Dolittle's reaction was undoubtedly unexpected to Sheyan. But for him, the most important thing was that he had succeeded. Although there were many twists and turns and he had suffered a lot, he had finally found the guy hiding behind the scenes. This was good news no matter what. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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