Marvel's Swordsman

As soon as the black old man came in, Zhang Jun raised his head vigilantly.

Sloane took off his hat and walked over smiling.

"Give me a glass of whiskey! 2 ice cubes!"

Zhang Jun skillfully poured a glass of whiskey and put 2 pieces of ice in front of him.

"$5!"

Sloan put the $10 bill on the table and asked somewhat unexpectedly. "Don't ask me why I came?"

"Come and drink! Could it be that you still want revenge!" Zhang Jun looked at Sloan with a smile and said.

Sloan looked at the wine in the glass and asked. "I want to ask, if I hire you to kill the cross, how much will it cost?"

"I'm a mercenary with professional ethics. One family doesn't sell two goods!" Zhang Jun said, holding the bar with his hands.

Sloane laughed. "There are rumors in North America that mercenary sabers recognize money but not people, so I misheard!"

"It's rumored in the Tao. My saber has a good reputation in the Tao. Otherwise, there won't be so many employers looking for me!"

"That's right! Carlos just wants to get his son back, and now you have helped him get his son back. You won't be an enemy of our organization anymore!"

"It's hard to say. If he can afford 5 million, I don't mind doing it. But he has become a poor man now. Thinking about it, it will be difficult to raise 5 million!"

Zhang Jun didn't want to lie, and there was no need to lie.

"Well. I think I understand!" Sloan raised his wine glass, made a toast, then drank all the wine in the quilt, put it down, and walked out.

Taking the cup back, Zhang Jun placed it on the washing table behind him.

Sloan came in less than 2 minutes before and after, and he left before the people next to him could hear their conversation clearly.

A few customers who felt a little weird quickly forgot about it.

No one showed mercy to an old man, and the leader of a famous killer agency came here.

Zhang Jun didn't care about it himself, and he was even less interested in mentioning it to others.

To a lot of people, he was a scary person.

But for people like Zhang Jun, he is just a low-level, pretending to be a magic stick.

Wearing a theological cloak, doing murder.

For such a guy, Zhang Jun is not even interested in taking a second look.

If he dares to provoke me, I dare to make him regret it for the rest of his life.

As the night gets darker, more people come to the bar.

Almost no place to stay.

Caroline Channing looked at the customers who were still queuing up outside and wanted to come in, and shouted. "Boss, you should change your place. It's too small here!"

This suggestion can be listened to!

Zhang Jun shouted loudly. "I'll ask the real estate agency tomorrow. See if there is any suitable one!"

"We need to recruit more people!"

"Oh. Let's see when the time comes!" Hearing that he wanted to recruit more people, Zhang Jun immediately put on a perfunctory official tone.

"Give me a bottle of wine!" A stern voice sounded!

Zhang Jun looked back and saw that the sharp and sassy fox Fox was gone, and what Zhang Jun saw now was an empty shell that seemed to have no soul.

Fox slapped the table and shouted. "Didn't you hear? Give me a bottle of wine, I want vodka!"

Zhang Jun looked at Fox and said. "That... do you have money?"

Drinking is of course no problem, but the problem is that you have to be rich!

Wearing a vest, and the blood-stained vest, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you have money on your body.

Zhang Jun doesn't accept guys who eat free food and want to eat the overlord's meal.

For such a person, Zhang Jun just threw them out the door.

money?

Hearing that Zhang Junguan asked for money, Fox couldn't help but laugh.

Are you short of money?

Fox has never been short of money.Even the cars I drive are sports cars like Lamborghini.

But he came out in a hurry, Fox didn't bring his wallet at all.

She tried her best to find if there was any money in her pocket.

Watching Fox searching for money, Zhang Jun showed contempt in his eyes.

"I tell you. I don't accept meat compensation!"

Although Fox is in good shape and has a big mouth.

But the thin cheeks that were cut by a knife, and the high forehead.

The face is thinner, with a sharp mouth and shrunken cheeks.

Obviously Fox is more in line with the aesthetics of Europeans and Americans, not the type Zhang Jun likes.

For women who are not beautiful, Zhang Jun is resolutely unwilling to accept meat compensation.

Hearing Zhang Jun's contemptuous tone, Fox became angry.

She pulled out the gun from her waist and placed it heavily on the table. "It's okay to use this to pay off the debt!"

As soon as the gun was placed on the table, the customers who were drinking and chatting around were startled.

Only at this time did they see Fox's appearance clearly.

There was still blood on his forehead, and gauze was stuck on his shoulders, which was very scary.

They couldn't help but backed away to the sides, away from Fox.

Zhang Jun looked at the gun on the table.

The specially made 1911 has very beautiful patterns on the gun body. It is a very precious craftsmanship pistol.

It's hard to say tens of thousands, but a few thousand dollars is absolutely no problem.

Zhang Jun put away the pistol, turned around and took a bottle of vodka from the cabinet, and put it in front of Fox.

Seeing the wine, Fox immediately unscrewed the bottle cap and poured directly into the bottle without even using the wine glass.

Seeing Fox, who was wounded and drinking heavily, many men became curious.

A very handsome man in his 30s with blond hair walked up to her, whistled, and said, "It's so boring for a beauty to drink alone, I'll accompany you!"

Fox touched his mouth with the back of his hand, glanced up and down at the other party, and shouted calmly.

"After drinking a bottle of wine, talk to me again!"

Very calm, but full of contempt in the tone.

The guy's companion suddenly yelled. "Smith, don't be cowardly, drink with him!"

"Yes! If you are a man, don't back down!"

"Don't make us look down on you, Smith!"

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Seeing his companions booing, Zhang Jun propped up the bar with his hands horizontally, and kindly persuaded him.

"Man, she's a rose with thorns. I wouldn't mess with her if I were you!"

Looking at Fox who was boldly drinking, Smith already wanted to back down.

Encouraged by the people around him, Smith got excited, took out a hundred dollars from his pocket, and slapped it on the table. "Who is afraid of whom? Boss, have a bottle of vodka!"

Zhang Jun, who was still persuading just now, stretched out his hand, and the money fell into his pocket.

He took a bottle of vodka off the bar and put it on the table.

"I warned you. Don't regret it in the future!"

Smith said bluntly. "I'll never regret it. Beauty, do it!"

Smith took it upon himself to touch Fox's bottle, and then poured it into his mouth.

Zhang Jun shook his head.

Poor guy, he doesn't even know the identity of the other party, so he wants to chase him.

Simply dead.

Although the other party was in a bad mood at this time, she was a fox.

After waking up...

Ha ha……

Self-inflicted can't live!