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It's getting late outside, and most people are on their way home from get off work.

Jiuge Bar is very inconspicuous. It has no neon signs or noisy noise, it just stays quietly in the corner of the city.

Two or three people gathered together in Jiuge Bar to chat and drink.

The content of the conversation was nothing more than rugby games or something, nothing special.

It's just that most of the people in the bar have tattoos and seem a bit uneasy.

"squeak"

The wooden door of the bar was in disrepair and made a loud sound when pushed.

Then people stopped chatting and looked quietly at Zhu Hang who just walked in.

The bar suddenly became quiet.

In New York, people from various countries are very territorial. The people hanging out in Jiuge Bar are all local Americans. If a Chinese shows up out of the blue, he will definitely attract the attention of the whole crowd.

Zhu Hang, who often travels around, is used to this.

Zhu Hang went straight to the bar and said, "Bring me a highball."

lob. It is the most common cocktail in bars, using whiskey as the base. Mixed with other spirits or drinks, it tastes good.

Seeing that Zhu Hang only came in to drink, other people in the bar stopped observing Zhu Hang and began to continue chatting.

The atmosphere in the bar has returned to its former glory.

After Zhu Hang took two sips of wine, he took out Bobby's photo and asked the bartender: "Have you seen this person?"

The bartender with a mustache looked at the photo, and a ripple suddenly appeared on his originally indifferent face.

Zhu Hang knew he was in the right place.

"Please wait a moment."

The bartender did not answer Zhu Hang's question directly. Instead, he bowed and quickly ran to a man reading a newspaper.

Zhu Hang has been observing the Jiuge Bar since he came in.

This bar is not big, and there are not many customers in the bar, only seven or eight people.

The decoration theme of the bar is western style, with many horseshoes and wanted posters of some famous western wanted criminals hung on the wall.

It's just that Zhu Hang hasn't found the reason why this bar is called Jiuge Bar.

The person talking to the bartender now should be the bouncer sitting in the bar.

Looking at this bodyguard's physique, he is almost catching up with those who play wrestling. You do have the qualifications to be a bodyguard.

The bartender and the bodyguard looked at this place with "kind" eyes from time to time. Zhu Hang knew in his heart that the fight was about to begin.

Zhu Hang quietly took out the cards of the two special police officers and held them in his hands.

One card equals one SWAT, two equals the power and skill of two SWAT.

Coupled with Zhu Hang's own power, Zhu Hang now has the power of three people.

Even if the people in the bar swarm him, they will not be Zhu Hang's opponent. Of course, after the card's effect expires, Zhu Hang will be dead.

The huge body of the bodyguard approached Zhu Hang, just like a bear approaching its prey.

"Who are you and why are you looking for Bobby?"

Zhu Hang took a sip of wine and looked at the bodyguard with a smile, "My surname is Zhu, and I am a private detective. Someone entrusted me to find Bobby's whereabouts."

Zhu Hang drank all the wine in the glass and said, "Do you know the whereabouts of Bobby?"

"So, you are Bobby's girlfriend?" the bodyguard asked nonsensically.

Then the bouncer started laughing along with everyone else in the bar, and everyone was as happy as kids.

The bodyguard's expression suddenly changed and became ferocious. A pair of big hands grabbed Zhu Hang.

Zhu Hang was not polite, grabbed the high stool he was sitting on and threw it at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard was knocked away without any suspense and crashed into the display cabinet behind the bar, smashing the wine bottles in the cabinet.

The other people in the bar looked at each other and seemed surprised by Zhu Hang's power.

But surprise only lasts for a moment. These days, who doesn’t have superpowers or something? The people in the Marvel universe have long been accustomed to these incredible phenomena.

Other people in the bar pulled out weapons, daggers, batons and the like.

Then the people in the bar swarmed up and rushed towards Zhu Hang. Except the bartender.

Accompanied by a "crackling" sound, this weapon fight soon came to an end.

The last unlucky guy was thrown from the bar to the street by Zhu Hang, bringing the fight to an end.

The Jiuge Bar is now in a mess, like a typhoon passing through.

The bartender seemed used to this kind of fighting.

He bowed to Zhu Hang expressionlessly and said, "The strongest one is the leader of the Jiuge Gang."

It seems that the bartender has been unhappy with the Jiuge Gang for a long time.

Zhu Hang walked to where the bodyguard was lying and saw that he had completely fainted.

The bartender seemed to be able to read minds and filled Zhu Hang with a bucket of tap water.

Zhu Hang took the bucket, looked at the bartender and said, "Brother, you are quite a talent."

"Thank you." After the bartender said that, he kicked the bodyguard on the ground. "This is my resignation letter."

Then the bartender disappeared into the night as Zhu Hang watched.

After Zhu Hang poured a bucket of water down, the bodyguard woke up.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me." The bodyguard hurriedly protected his head, "I'll tell you where Bobby is."

Zhu Hang found a bottle of intact whiskey from the counter and filled himself a glass. "Since you know where it is, you should tell me quickly."

"Bobby, uh, Mr. Bobby was locked up in the basement of an abandoned bar in South Brooklyn." The bodyguard said hurriedly, fearing that he would be beaten again.

"Address" Zhu Hang was a little tired of squeezing the toothpaste because he could feel the effect of the card in his body disappearing little by little.

"86 351th Street, Brooklyn" the bodyguard quickly reported the address. This was probably the fastest he had spoken since birth.

"Why do you want to shut down Bobi? Isn't he from your Jiuge Gang?" Zhu Hang felt a little strange.

The next words were probably a bit long, so the bodyguard climbed up and sat on a chair nearby and spoke slowly.

“I originally invited Mr. Bobby to join our gang because I liked his driving skills.

But I didn't expect that he actually stole the goods during a shipment.

So we arrested him to see if he had any other accomplices.

But Mr. Bobby always insisted that he stole the goods to save money for marriage.

Although we can't believe it. "

The bodyguard coughed a few times and seemed to have a dry mouth.

Zhu Hang poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard took the whiskey with both hands respectfully and drank it down in one gulp.

Zhu Hang kept scolding Bobby for being such an idiot, for actually daring to take advantage of others.

"What is the cargo? Have you found it?" Zhu Hang asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu. I really don't know what the goods are. We are just responsible for transportation." The bodyguard was frightened.

Zhu Hang thought that the goods that could only be transported by gangsters must be shady things.

"Thank you for the information"

Zhu Hang found a very thick wooden stick, which was probably a table leg.

The bodyguard's expression changed, "Mr. Zhu, I swear everything I said is true."

"I know." Zhu Hang knocked the bodyguard unconscious again with a stick, "I just don't like you."