Chapter 547 Evil Thoughts

Well, since the first person our protagonist Tang En thought of was Josiah when he was about to die, we might as well give him face and turn our attention back to Bran to see what this gray-clad intelligence chief is doing. What……

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Morning, Shanxi City.

The wind is not cold and the sun is warming. Compared to the bone-chilling northern wilderness, which is completely uninhabitable, although Bran is also in winter, in this holy city in the hinterland of the north, the winter cold is not that abnormal.

Of course, this is relative. If it were from the old woman in Shanxi City, it would be easy to hear such nagging, 'This winter seems to be getting colder...'

The creekside tavern is doing business, and you can tell what it does just by hearing the name. Because the location is a little remote, the business is naturally not very good. Basically, the people who come here are old customers from the surrounding area. It's light and quiet, but it's quiet.

When this tavern first opened, the surrounding civilians also talked about it, saying that this tavern would probably not be open for long, and it would be like the previous owner of this tavern. It would take a while and finally choose to change hands.

But at least this is not the case so far. Although the tavern business is still not improving, it is still open every day, basically rain or shine. Some of the old drunkards around were naturally overjoyed to see this, and sometimes even deliberately called their friends to come over and buy a few glasses of cheap ale to boost the popularity, lest the tavern close down. In that case, they would have to run far away if they wanted to drink...

These quite interesting and ridiculous actions made the tavern's business improve for a period of time, making the owner a little bit dumbfounded. In fact, these drunkards are completely worried. Because if nothing happens, this pub will always be here. After all, it is the headquarters of the Gray Army's secret agency!

Of course, in fact, the so-called base camp is just a term. It is called so because the top leader of the secret agency, Josiah, often stays here.

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Because it was morning, the tavern was extremely deserted, with only two or three drunkard-looking customers. Pushing cups and changing cups, shaking his head and muttering from time to time, or suddenly cursing loudly, saying that life is not easy, etc.

In addition, there was a middle-aged shop owner sitting near the door, calmly wiping the counter in front of him with a rag over and over again. He seemed to be accustomed to this situation and had no intention of restraining the drunk customers. But from time to time, he would cast his gaze to the corner of the hall, shaking his head slightly with a look of regret.

Sitting there was a man with disheveled hair and his head buried in drinking. There were empty wine cans scattered on the table. Due to the angle, I can't tell what it looks like. However, if there is a person here who pays attention to details, he will find that although this man looks a bit sloppy, his waist is straight. It's not like this deliberately, but it seems like a natural posture from years of training...the unique temperament of military camp soldiers!

At this time, the man shook the wine can in his hand and seemed to have drank it completely. He put it down casually, then waved his hand, and bang, he slapped the seal off the other bottle of wine neatly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged shop owner sighed, stood up and walked over. He knocked on the table and said softly: "Drink less. It's time for you to go back and rest."

He paused and put down the wine can. The man slowly raised his head. He had a handsome appearance and was not very old. But the messy beard on his face that had obviously never been taken care of, and his bloodshot reddish eyes made him even more desolate.

Of course, these are not the most important things. The key is the long and terrifying scar stretching from the corner of his left eye to his chin, which ruins his handsome appearance. Coupled with his current image, he is somewhat ferocious.

However, although his face was ferocious and he had drunk a lot of wine, from the empty wine cans scattered on the table but not on the ground, it can be seen that the young man still has some restraint and has not lost his sanity.

Nodding slightly, accepting this concern, the young man was easy to talk to. He stood up crookedly with the newly opened wine can, raised his feet and staggered towards the back door of the tavern. I don’t know if it’s a guest here or someone inside the tavern.

"Hehe... Eat, eat, eat?" A drunken guest not far away saw the young man getting up and leaving before paying the bill. He stood up unsteadily, rolled up his sleeves, and said with an angry look on his face, "Boss , En'e... don't be afraid, I will help you get justice right now. Well, little, boy, don't leave..."

"Uh... misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The middle-aged shop owner was stunned when he saw this, and quickly went up to block the drunkard guest, "He is a long-term guest of mine, and he has already paid for the wine."

"Oh? That's it...that's good, boss. If you encounter Chichichichi in the future...whatever happens, just come to me directly. I, Hu San, will definitely protect you...in this area!"

"Yes, yes, I won't bother you in the future."

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The middle-aged shopkeeper here was dealing with the guests in the tavern, but the young man seemed not to have heard of this little dispute. He kept walking and staggered out of the back door of the tavern hall.

There are several steps at the back door. When the young man reached here, he narrowed his reddish eyes and walked with great difficulty. He swayed three times and was about to fall down. At this time, a man dressed as a bartender happened to rush in from the front door with a piece of white paper in his hand. He looked at the middle-aged shop owner, nodded, and then quickly ran to the back door, as if he had something urgent to do.

The steps were not wide. Although the waiter had already moved out of the way and was about to pass through, the young man stumbled unexpectedly, and the two of them bumped into each other.

Bang... The waiter was fine. He raised the white paper in his hand and quickly stood up. But the young man who had drunk too much couldn't stand it anymore. He tilted his body and sat down on the steps.

Seeing this, the waiter quickly leaned over to help him, glanced around, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Master Borg, I was in a hurry."

"It's okay. It has nothing to do with you. I drank too much." After waving his hand, the young man stood up from the ground without thinking. In a glance, he saw the wanted word and a portrait on the white paper in the waiter's hand. , asked casually, "What is this?"

"Uh..." the waiter hesitated for a moment before replying, "This is something I need to report to the group leader."

The so-called leader is naturally Josiah's other identity, the leader of the Gray Army's propaganda department. It was for the safety of the leader of the secret agency and also because Josiah himself didn't care. So even though her current status is much higher than that of the group leader, people in the organization generally still call her the group leader.

Josiah... the young man squinted his eyes with complicated eyes. He waved his hand after a fleeting moment and said, "I'm fine. You can go do your thing."

"yes."

Watching the waiter turn to the left and walk away, the young man stood there in a daze, then shook his head, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and continued to stagger forward.

That's right, this young man is Borg whom he hasn't seen for a long time.

The battle between Bran and the Northern Wasteland has long ended. As one of the middle-level generals of the Gray Army who reinforced Bran, he naturally should not appear here alone and stay there for nearly a month.

The reason is naturally because of that embarrassing incident! After Borg was disfigured and led his troops to retreat into the Zichen Army's defense area, he suddenly ran into Josiah in the frontline city, but was slapped immediately. Then, Borg lost his mind and ordered his soldiers to attack Michu. Instead of taking advantage, after Michu announced that he was a wounded soldier under Frey, he was beaten up by a passing Thunder Legion soldier, and was finally killed. Zichen soldiers imprisoned him.

This incident didn't cause a big fuss, but it's impossible to pretend it didn't happen. The Thunder soldiers who beat people were confident, while Borg became a villain who intended to destroy the cooperative relationship between the two parties. The Zichen Army naturally didn't care about this matter, and in the end, it was simply passed on to the frontline generals of the Gray Army.

Because of his status, Borg was not punished. Of course, it is undoubtedly unrealistic to continue to stay on the front line. Taking advantage of the injury on his face, Borg left the front line in dejection after being scolded by General Daniel, the top general of the Gray Army on the front line.

Immediately after Borg's third uncle, Enoch of the secret agency, learned the news, he sent someone to pick him up, hoping that he would have a good rest and adjust his condition in the city behind.

However, judging from the current situation, Borg's condition has obviously not been adjusted well. On the contrary, after looking at the scars on his face and touching the place where Josiah slapped him, Borg felt as if his heart was being swallowed by thousands of ants, tossing and turning. He could only anesthetize himself with alcohol throughout the day in order to gain a moment of peace.

"Ha, you dare to hit me, that woman... bitch!" He looked up and drank wine, staggering on his feet. The scars on Boger's face were like centipedes coming to life, bending and twisting, and turning slightly red. Terrifying and terrifying.

"Uh..." There was a sudden pause in his steps, and Borg shook his head. Only then did he realize that he did not go to the guest room, but subconsciously came to the place where Josiah was discussing the matter. Snapped! Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped himself hard. Boger held his head and growled, "You are still thinking about her, you are still thinking about that bitch! Boger, you idiot, fool..."

He insults himself like a lunatic and uses filthy words that are extremely unpleasant to listen to.

After a moment, Borg gasped and turned around, walked back, but after only walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the meeting room with a strange expression, "Haha, it doesn't hurt to take a look, this bitch... again Just take one look, just one look, oh, bitch..."

…………(To be continued.)