The Magic Age of Meiman

Chapter 124 Information on the Thirteenth District
San Francisco, top of the Mafia Building.

After meeting with Professor X just now, Allen was also preparing to find trouble with those demons. In his opinion, the time was about the same, but before he could make a move, an unexpected guest appeared in front of him.

All I saw was a bald man looking at him with piercing eyes, obviously this person's identity was also unusual.

"Haha, Blake, long time no see. What are you here for this time? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Allen looked at Black, smiled and said, he was obviously in a good mood, and was not dissatisfied with his appearance.

"Boss, I'm here because I have something important to do, and I need you to deal with it."

Blake looked at Allen and said thoughtfully.

"Okay, tell me what happened?"

While talking, Allen poured a cup of coffee for Blake, and placed it quietly in front of him, apparently waiting for him to explain the situation.

"Thanks, boss."

Black said respectfully to Allen.

Then, recalling it in my mind, I spoke softly.

"Boss, according to my investigation, I have already found that guy named Logan. It's over there in the Canadian Rockies. I think you're very concerned about this, boss, that's why I came here."

Blake looked at Allen, and said softly, as if he obviously had his own plan.

"Oh, could it be that William Strike sent people to carry out the plan? If so, then it seems that I have to act too. This matter is naturally very important."

Hearing what Black said, Allen looked at him in surprise and asked.

"Yes, boss, you are right."

Faced with Allen's guess, Black said irrefutably, obviously not feeling a little strange yet.

"Okay, thank you for your important information. It seems that I need to go over there directly. Originally, I was thinking about dealing with the remaining demons, but I didn't expect the change to be so fast!"

Allen shook his head helplessly, as if he had made a plan in this regard.

Then, after learning about other things from Black, Allen had already let him go, apparently ready to take care of the matter himself.

Afterwards, Allen found Valon and recreated the plan, apparently starting to make his own plan again.

At night, Allen used the magic of space movement and came directly to the Rocky Mountains. He came here naturally to see Wolverine.

You know, when William Stryker's base was attacked last time, the situation changed slightly, that is, William Stryker was very angry, but he didn't dare to go directly to Allen.

At the very least, he knows that Allen is not simple and has great strength, otherwise he will not endure until now and not come to take revenge. It is impossible to say that Stryker does not hate him.

At night, in a bar, Allen came here unhurriedly, sat here quietly, enjoying the rare comfort, there was music in the bar, and some guests were drinking around.

"Guest, what kind of wine do you want to drink? We have a lot of wine in this shop."

The bartender looked at Alan's well-dressed appearance, looked at him with a smile and said, obviously preparing to make preparations in this regard.

"A glass of whiskey is fine, with ice."

Hearing what the bartender said, Allen also looked at him gently, said the wine he wanted, and waited quietly.

"Okay, sir."

When the bar heard what he said, there was a respectful expression on his face, obviously he had something to deal with.

After a while, a glass of strong wine appeared in front of Alan, and Alan took it up without hesitation and drank it, as if making his own preparations.

"Gudong!"

After drinking this glass of wine, Allen felt a kind of fiery heat running down his throat, falling continuously, and at the same time contained a hint of coldness, which made him feel very happy.

"Have a drink, this feeling is really good!"

After finishing the glass of wine, Alan continued to ask for another glass, thinking that this thing was not bad.

The bartender was naturally very happy, and continued to pour a glass of spirits for Alan calmly. In this way, Alan drank dozens of glasses in a row, looking like he was not drunk after a thousand glasses.

Looking at the bartender, he was also taken aback, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Haha, sir, you have a really strong drinking capacity. Shall I give you a drink?"

The bartender looked at Allen and asked in confusion.

"No, but you can tell me something else, what do you think?"

Hearing what the bartender said, Allen also raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were full of prudence and calm, as if there was nothing important.

After finishing speaking, Allen still generously took out a thousand dollars and handed it over, with scrutiny in his eyes.

The bartender's eyes were straightened when he saw so much money, and at the same time looked at Alan in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he could get so much money.

"What's the matter, don't you want these things? I wanted to ask, what about some not very important things?"

Allen looked at the bar expressionlessly, the meaning in his eyes was clearly visible, and he seemed to have gone there to inquire about important matters.

"Then boss, what do you want to hear, as long as I know. I will definitely do it."

The bar looked at him with a smile, and at the same time quickly took the dollar, as if he wanted the money.

"I remember this bar. It seems that a person named Logan often comes to drink. Tell me, when does that person usually come?"

Allen looked at the bartender in front of him, and said without hesitation, as if he had his own idea.

The bartender nodded slightly when he heard Alan's words, and after thinking for a while, he explained to Alan in front of him.

"You're right, it's just that he usually comes at noon tomorrow, as long as the boss wants to find him, this time is the best choice."

The bar said without hesitation, telling the general situation of Logan, which made Allen quite satisfied.

After all, the method of using money is quite good, which can save a lot of trouble, and he is not afraid of the situation getting worse, he is very clear about this.

"Very well, thank you for your message, I will come at noon tomorrow."

Allen looked at the bartender, smiled slightly, then turned and left.

Anyway, I can see Wolverine tomorrow, so it seems that there is no need to say what to say later. He is still very clear about this, and it is also a problem that he is clear about.

(End of this chapter)