Chapter 94 Enemy? Friend?

(Today, there are 6000+ words in total, please ask for the recommendation ticket for next Monday, please.)

"You are their leader?"

The middle-aged man looked at Aros, nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Hello, I'm Grant Quick." He stepped forward, looking like he wanted to shake hands with Aros. Who knew that he was pulled by the short-haired man: "Wait, Grant, what if they are enemies?"

"Joey, how many times have I told you, use your brain more when something happens." Grant shook off his hand, walked to Aros, and stretched out his right hand with a smile: "You can call me Grant."

"Taros..." Aros twitched at the corner of his mouth, slowly uttered a pseudonym, then stretched out his right hand and shook it with him.

Carefully sail the ship for ten thousand years, and it is better to be cautious without understanding the current situation.

"Oh, Taros, it's a pleasure to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet you." Grant's smile had a special contagion, like bathing in the ** of March, which made people feel comfortable.

"Who is this?" He turned to Hausen again and asked with a smile.

"Hiccup..." Howson poured the glass of whisky into his mouth, and let out a long burp, then gave him a sideways glance, hehe smiled: "Taroso." He is not stupid, since Aros doesn't Speaking of his real name, he also made a random name.

Aros frowned next to him, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face. This guy definitely belongs to the kind of mud that can't support the wall.

"Oh?" Grant shook his head and glanced at the two of them in surprise. A Talos, a Taroso, their names sounded like a pair of brothers, but the appearance of the two could be said to be very different, and they were nearly 10 years apart in age. Needless to say, it was definitely a fake name.

Although he saw through the two's Xiao Jiujiu, he was not annoyed. It is human nature to be in a foreign land and have reservations about one's own identity and origin. If you believe others without reservation because of a smile or a compliment, this person is either a fool or a lunatic.

"Good to meet, good to meet." Grant handed Aros a tacit smile and turned to look at the short-haired man Joey: "First of all, if they are enemies, there is really no need to make such a move and cause conflict."

"Secondly..." Having said this, he paused, then turned and pointed at Tang Fang, who was unconscious on the sofa: "If it was you, would you bring a wounded brother to the enemy camp?"

Tang Fang was still wearing that tattered military uniform. Although the wound on his shoulder had healed, the bloodstains on his clothes were still vivid in his eyes. Apparently, Grant treated him as a casualty. Of course, in a sense, he is indeed a sick person.

"This... this may be a conspiracy they carefully planned." Ivan's argument was very weak, and in the end, it was already weak.

Grant threw the back of his head directly to him, straightened the bar chair that was on one side, sat beside Aros, and pointed to the old hardcover brandy on the top shelf of the wine rack: "I'll treat you."

Old John raised his head and smiled angrily. While pouring the wine, he joked: "Every time I say you please, but when did you actually pay?"

"Hehe, hehe." Grant laughed dryly, took the cup, gave the two of them a salute, and sipped lightly, showing a look of enjoyment.

Over there, Haosen couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth, and the monkey looked anxious like the pig Wuneng who swallowed the ginseng fruit whole in Journey to the West.

Aros also took a small sip, shaking the wine in the glass slightly, making his face intoxicated.

"I take the liberty to ask, are you passing by by chance, or are you here for business?" Grant asked seemingly casually.

Since he omitted the origin and did not mention the purpose, Aros thought for a while and felt that there was no need to hide it, so he put down the wine glass and said, "My friend has been injured a little and needs to find a place to rest, if he can find a doctor. Look, that's the best thing to do."

"Doctor..." Grant pondered for a moment, and said, "It's a coincidence that the clinic in the town is closed, maybe it will be open tomorrow. If you two don't dislike it, please stay here, there is a guest room upstairs."

There was a kind of good intentions inside and outside of his words, but to Aros, it was a bit intriguing. Clinic closed? Why is it closed? Along the way, almost all stores have closed signs. Could it be that today is a special day?

Also, although Grant said politely and kindly let the two stay here, his tone was a little different, like an invitation and a request. Looking at the current situation again, today, this small town is afraid that there will be some disturbances.

To go or stay? If he chooses to leave, it is hard to guarantee that Grant will not turn his face. Besides, in Tang Fang's state, where can he go? According to the road sign, the nearest town is more than 300 kilometers long. If you rely on two legs, will you have to go to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse? If Tang Fang's body is fine, it will be fine. If something happens, won't this delay his illness?

Furthermore, the identity of the three is equally troubling. In the military files, the three are feared to have been classified as dead. If they appear so blatantly in a big city, once they are found out by the government, there will be an endless pursuit waiting for them. Tang Fang was fine when he was awake. With his ability, he was enough to protect the three of them, but the bad thing was that he had been in a coma, but his vital signs were still normal.

If you stay, will it be affected? What is Grant's group going to do? He doesn't know. If a strong enemy is provoked and the three of them are involved, how will they get out?

Aros tightened the Paladin M5 on his waist and couldn't help but have a headache. In the past, when Tang Fang was there, he didn't need to worry about how to go down the road. Now, one is in a coma, and the other is hard to carve.

Grant saw that he was silent and in no hurry, sipping the wine in his glass one after another. The belly of Hausen next to him didn't have so many twists and turns, and he grinned at the guy opposite: "It's okay to stay, you must manage enough wine."

"This is easy." Grant chuckled and gave Old John a wink.

The elderly waiter turned around and took out two bottles of strong tequila from the wine rack, and slammed it on the bar with a thud: "I'll let you drink enough at a time."

"Hahahaha... Now I can get over my addiction to alcohol." For someone like Hausen, as long as he has alcohol today, even if he has to walk on the guillotine tomorrow, he will still drink refreshingly.

"Hausen!" Aros frowned and scolded. In order to avoid leaking the news, Grant obviously wanted to stumble upon the two of them. Once he agreed, God knows what terrifying incident would be involved?

Haosen's tendon is one tendon, but he is not an idiot. Hearing this, he glanced at Tang Fang, who was unconscious on the sofa, and could not help but shrink his neck and pushed the two bottles of potent agave out.

Grant frowned, just about to speak. Suddenly, after hearing the door slam behind him, a thin half-sized boy with a tear mole on the corner of his left eye broke into the room, his eyes swept over the people present, and finally fell on Grant: "Boss, they are here."

Grant's face changed, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, he poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, stood up, and glanced at the people in the hall: "It's time, let's go."

There were no impassioned speeches, no passionate speeches, only a very bland sentence.

Trivial footsteps sounded, and the men who were hiding in the dark or in the shadows stood up one by one, sorted out their guns, and walked towards the door of the bar one after another.

In the end, Grant turned his head to look at Aros and Howson, and said in a low voice, "Don't go out. Guns have no eyes. We treat you as friends, which doesn't mean the enemy treats you as friends."

After saying that, he walked to one side, picked up the cowboy hat on the table, buttoned it lightly on top of his head, turned and walked out of the bar.

Aros frowned, hesitated for a moment, and let out a long sigh. Grant's words made sense, don't go out, it's safe to hide here. Going out, once the target is exposed, God knows if they will be regarded as Grant and their accomplices.

Where did the enemy come from? How is the strength? He didn't know any of this, and for safety's sake, it was better to stay here.

"There is a room upstairs, if you are tired, you can go to sleep for a while." Old John "gududu" poured a half glass of wine and pushed it in front of him: "Two, listen to the old man's advice, it's better not to expose the guns. Rotan Star is not very peaceful."

Aros took the cup and nodded thoughtfully.

"Old John, give me a drink too." The half-eldest boy who had just reported to Grant came to the bar and sat down, with a resentful expression on his face.

Everyone was gone, and he was the only one left, which made him very unhappy and devastated.

"Sam, you're not old enough to drink." Old John gave him a stern look.

Little Sam raised his brows and gave him a dissatisfied look back: "Old John, I'm 16 years old this year, please don't stare at me like this, it makes me very uncomfortable."

Old John shrugged and smiled slightly, revealing jagged yellow teeth: "You were originally a little kid, or a little kid without self-awareness."

"You..." Little Sam snorted and jumped off the bar chair, turned and walked to the sofa, looked at Tang Fang up and down, and finally landed on his blood-stained clothes: "Is he injured?"

Aros turned his head and glanced at the half-eldest boy, nodded, and said softly "um".

"Oh, it's so pitiful, you wait..." After saying that, little Sam moved his legs and ran upstairs with a little effort. He walked down with a medicine box in his hand." "Boom" and put it on the table: "There are medical glue, disinfectant, bandages, etc. in it, you can see if you can use it."

Aros couldn't help showing a smile, reached out and pressed his head: "Although it's useless, thank you anyway."

Little Sam pushed Aros's hand away and looked at him angrily: "Don't touch my head."

The half-sized boy is now acting like a kitten whose tail has been stomped on. As a stubborn guy who thinks he has grown up, he hates being treated like a child very much.

"Hahaha." Aros smiled knowingly, and his eyes couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia.

Haosen next to him was also amused by the half-eldest boy in front of him. He stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains from his mouth and put his hand in front of him: "Come on, man, let's break our wrists, if you can beat me, from now on, I'll call you big brother, how's it going?"

Little Sam looked at Hausen's hand, which was not much smaller than the Pu Fan, and then looked at his own hand, which was less than half a foot, and couldn't help but hesitate.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth, bypassed Aros, walked to Hausen, and stretched out his hand with a stubborn expression: "Better than, I won't be afraid of you."

"Okay, it's a man." Hausen nodded with a smile and stretched out his right hand: "Come on."

"Hmm." Little Sam climbed up to the bar, tried to keep his body as flat as possible, and also stretched out his right hand to hold Hausen's palm: "Okay, I'm going to try harder..."

"Come on." Hausen said with a wink.

"Eh..." Little Sam didn't say much, he took a deep breath, and his wrist suddenly exerted force.

His hands trembled from left to right, his purple veins bulged slightly, and his face turned red. He leaned halfway, using almost all of his strength on his right hand. However, the reality is ruthless, the opponent's arm is like a towering mountain, not to mention overturning, it is difficult to even move.

"Hahaha..." Howson finally couldn't hold it in any longer, he directly grabbed Sam's hand and lifted him up, and then pressed him on the bar chair next to him: "Little guy, it's you who lost."

Although he was well prepared in his heart, the huge sense of frustration still made him very uncomfortable.

Hausen rubbed his head: "Hey, little one, I can't stand this little failure? How can I be a man in the future? I think when I was in the boxing world, I suffered a lot of defeats, and one defeat counts as one defeat. No matter what, a man should have the heart of a strong man in the world."

Little Sam raised his head and glanced at him, nodding vaguely.

With a big wave of his hand, Hausen patted the half-eldest boy on the shoulder with a slap, and handed over half a cup of tequila: "Come on, the old guy won't let you drink it, the uncle will give it to you."

Looking at the crystal clear white liquid in the cup, little Sam sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand to take it, and poured it into his mouth very simply.

It was the first time he drank alcohol, and it was a strong distilled spirit like tequila. The pungent smell of alcohol raged in the mouth, and the liquor slid down the throat, like a pot of boiling kerosene poured on the water, and the hot feeling ran through the five senses.

"Cough cough." Little Sam coughed again and again.

The corner of Old John's mouth twitched a few times. On the one hand, it was out of helplessness, and on the other hand, he was a little dissatisfied with Hausen calling him "old guy".

Aros also twitched, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head. Unexpectedly, this guy with a muscle in his rectum and a big head and a thick neck could actually speak out into a chapter and say such meaningful words.

Well, if he is sent to the army to do the ideological education of soldiers, he must have a very promising future.

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