Marvel Begins with Karna’s Gift

The bar is always the best place to get the news. .biquge

Vitav Bar!

Pushing open the old and creaking wooden door, Qiao walked in.

Although it had the sign of a bar, this poor little place simply refreshed his impression of bars.

However, in a small bungalow of forty to fifty square meters, there are four or five long tables and low and rough wooden chairs. You can feel the dense burrs on them if you reach out and touch them. There is a simple counter and shelves on the wall. It was filled with all kinds of cheap drinks, and even the air was filled with a faint smell of rot.

There were not many customers in the bar, only about a dozen or so. Most of them were dressed and looked like local residents. They gathered together to drink cheap drinks, make loud noises, and communicate in various languages.

The bartender at the bar was a short, fat man with a big beard and a red nose. He was drinking drunkenly from a wooden wine glass. He leaned on the chair inside the counter and huddled together like a lump of meat, meat that smelled of alcohol.

Facing Joe who entered the door, he asked in broken English.

"Friend, what do you want?"

"A glass of brandy with ice."

Joe said as he took out a ten thousand dollar bill from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

"Sorry, guest, we don't have brandy here. Would you like some ale or dark beer?"

Obviously, the drinks in this bar were as incomplete as his appearance. Qiao frowned helplessly and gave his choice, "Give me a bottle of dark beer, a glass and some ice cubes."

"Wait a moment, my distinguished guest."

After taking the banknotes handed over by Joe, the fat man who looked drunk took out a bottle of black beer from under the low counter, and then handed it to Joe along with a glass with ice cubes.

"No need to look for it. I'll treat you to a drink for the rest."

"Hey, guest, this isn't enough."

The short fat man looked at Joe with drunken eyes, raised the banknotes in his hand and said.

And Qiao didn't mean to be embarrassed. He took out three cards from his pocket and handed them over. The short fat man took them from Ani with a smile, looked at the young-looking crooked nut and asked, "Friend, it looks like it is." Strange face."

Whether it's clothing, skin color, or appearance, they are all different from the residents of the small town. There is nothing surprising when Short Dumpty sees it. Qiao did not deny it, but nodded incomprehensibly.

The short fat man continued, "Friend, what are you doing here? There is neither scenery nor business opportunities here. Very few people come to a sleepy border town like 'Gemila'. You can hardly see a few of them all year round." An outsider."

"I'm here to find a friend, he's from here."

Hearing the probing tone in Humpty Dumpty's words, Qiao found a reason and vaguely prevaricated.

The short fat man didn't care too much about chasing the bottom. Instead, he raised the wooden wine glass in his hand boldly, gestured from the distance, and then raised his head and took a big gulp.

Joe raised the glass in his hand and took a sip. Then he put down the glass, his eyes fell on the short fat man and asked, "I want to know where in this town I can find out the news."

"Hey, friend, no one in this town knows more than Taylor." The short, fat 'Tyler' lowered his head and glanced around, then lowered his voice, but after he finished speaking, he quickly added, " Of course, the prerequisite is that as long as you have enough Ani, I will tell you everything."

"Yeah, I just like you."

Hearing his words, Qiao smiled knowingly, took out a few Ani cards from his pocket again, placed them in front of him and asked, "I want to know if any Americans have been caught recently, or Caught by some organization."

"Yankee?"

"It was true that a Yankee was arrested some time ago?"

Hearing Taylor's words, Joe's heart trembled and he thought secretly in his heart, "Sure enough."

Although Taylor's words set off a storm in Joe's heart, he still didn't show it on his face. He calmly pushed Arnie in front of the fat man and continued to ask,

"Do you know what organization is responsible for arresting people?"

"Resistance, freedom fighter."

Taylor took another sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeve, and answered.

His answers fit perfectly with the confidence Joe knew from the aid, and Joe asked new questions.

"Do you know the name of the arrested person?"

"I only know that one of them seems to be named Yi...Ethan, but I don't know about the other one."

"Do you know where they are now?"

"I don't know, but I often have rebel guys here to inquire about information. If you are interested, I can inform you the next time they come over. Of course... the reward."

At this moment, this drunken drunkard looks like a profiteer.

Joe took out a large handful of Arnies from his pocket and pushed it in front of him, then left his address in the town hotel, then looked at him with a smile and said, "This is just part of it, if You can really give accurate information, I believe I will not treat you badly, my friend."

"Don't worry, no one in the whole of Gemilla is better informed than me."

Fatty Taylor patted his chest, and the swaying fat meat trembled in agreement with Joe.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

After giving him a thoughtful look, Joe drank all the wine in his glass, stood up and left the bar.

After he left, the drunken fat Taylor winked at several strong men in the bar, and then several strong men also got up and chased Joe's figure out of the bar...

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