The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Chapter 111

Two men walked side by side on the sidewalk covered with fine snow. One of them wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled down, hiding his outstanding and memorable appearance.

The other person was carrying a black gig bag and, like most young people who play music nowadays, was wearing a fashionable jacket. The wide hood of the jacket also covered half of his face.

Slightly messy black hair appeared from the edge of the hood, as if it had not been taken care of for some time.

It was already midnight locally, the street lights were still on dutifully, but there were few people on the road.

They crossed Cheshire Street and came to the meeting point notified in the email. Before they got close, they saw the iconic black Porsche parked quietly in the snow, with several footprints on the snow around the car door.

The footprints clearly led to the underground bar. The light gray carpet at the entrance of the narrow passage had the word "Wele" written in exaggerated fonts, but it was covered with dirt and was difficult to see clearly.

Guessing that gin and vodka had arrived, Morobushi Keimitsu and Amuro Toru exchanged glances and walked towards the underground bar.

Toru Amuro walked in front. There was only an old lamp on in the passage. He was careful on the iron stairs under his feet. The two people who came earlier than them obviously brought in a lot of snow, which had now melted on the stairs, making it easy for someone to fall.

The iron ladder, which has been used for who knows how many years, makes a teeth-grinding sound, as if it can't bear the weight and will collapse and be scrapped in the next second, becoming a member of the garbage plant and ushering in a happy retirement life.

Fortunately, this section of stairs was not long, and the maroon door at the end was closed. There was a sign of the same color with the word "open" hanging on the door, but Toru Amuro felt that the dim lighting in the passage made the effectiveness of the sign indicating opening questionable.

The blond man pushed open the door of the bar, and the dim light poured in. A warm and dry breath hit him in the face, mixed with the aroma of various liquors, making the coldness in his body seem to disappear in an instant.

The man with long silver hair sat in front of the bar. The bartender in front of him, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, was shaking the drink utensils in a show-off manner. His movements were beautiful and smooth, which was like a visual feast.

Unfortunately, the man sitting at the bar really lacked the leisure time. Not only was he indifferent to the glamorous female bartender in front of him, he even began to feel tired of his eyes.

The bartender noticed the new customer outside the door, and she gave him a nice business smile, but her hands did not stop moving.

"welcome."

The bartender's English has a local accent, and her gentle voice sounds like a cello solo, which makes people want to relax their tense nerves and have a drink in this place to fall into a sweet dream.

Toru Amuro raised his signature smile. He raised his hand to push aside the decorations hanging on the door, and with his other hand he took off the baseball cap on his head, exposing his handsome face to the light.

Zhu Fu Jingguang leaned sideways and closed the door to keep the cold wind out. The snow had stopped when they came over, and only the coldness was wrapped around their bodies.

The female bartender pushed the drink that belonged to the indifferent man in front of him, raised her head and said enthusiastically: "Do you need me to mix two drinks for you?"

Her light blue eyes swept across the blond man's face, and the corners of her mouth raised a faint arc of ambiguity, "How about I treat you?"

"Of course." The blond man smiled as if he would accept anyone who came. He sat down next to the customer who had arrived earlier, clasped his hands to support his chin, and looked up at the face that the bartender obviously liked.

"How can I refuse such a beautiful lady's invitation?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at him calmly and chose a seat on the other side of the silver-haired man. He did not take off his hood, and while the bartender turned around to get the wine from the cabinet, he silently pushed the envelope over.

That was the intelligence they found out.

Gin reached out and pressed the envelope that was pushed to his hand. There was no change in his expression, but a hint of impatience suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"That's it?"

There were only a few thin sheets of paper in the envelope. When I pressed down, I could feel the touch of the frosted glass on the bar counter through the paper. Obviously, this was not in line with the efficiency that Bourbon should have normally.

Hearing the blame in Gin's tone, Toru Amuro still kept his chin supported, his purple-gray eyes looking straight ahead, not even glancing at the people around him.

"The situation has changed. Krobo secretly moved its headquarters a month ago. Now it's just an empty shell."

They investigated the Klobo organization, which was the force that recruited the man who appeared in the surveillance video and had a previous interest in the organization.

This organization has been established for several decades and is well-known in the underworld.

Originally, Krobo's headquarters was located in the prosperous area of ​​Winchester. On the surface, it was a club where many high-ranking officials would gather. It was possible that an ordinary uncle who passed by accidentally could be the ruthless character who would blow someone's head off at night without any expression.

Toru Amuro had been to that club before, in order to get the information he wanted from a wealthy man. It happened that the mission happened not long ago, so he could easily see that the place was different from the previous ones.

Hearing this, Gin pondered for a moment, then he picked up the wine glass that was pushed in front of him. The beautifully colored wine shook due to his movements, leaving shallow marks on the transparent wall of the glass.

The man picked up the glass but had no intention of tasting it. His green eyes stared at the lemon slice used as decoration on the glass, as if he treated it as something else. His eyes were cold and harsh.

"check."

Vodka heard his elder brother's cold order when he came over from another place. Before the burly man wearing sunglasses could figure out the situation, he found that his original position had been occupied by someone else.

No.

Vodka felt a little confused.

He was only away for a short while?

The man carrying the guitar bag was keenly aware of his approach, turned sideways and raised his hand to take off the hood on his head. The gentleness that originally appeared in his round eyes was replaced by hostility, the look that only a desperado who has seen blood would have.

The murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed was fleeting, disappearing completely as if it had never existed. The blue cat's eyes were still clean and clear, as beautiful as a translucent gem.

Vodka was stunned for a long while before he reacted. He took a look at Scotland's hand reaching into his pocket and guessed that the thing in there was definitely not something simple.

After seeing who was coming, the man turned his body to the side, but kept his hand in the pocket of his coat, and a subtle outline was revealed on the piece of cloth.

It was the shape of a gun.