Chapter 94: enemy? Friends?

　　 (Today, there are 6000+ words in total, ask for a recommendation ticket for next Monday, please.)
　　 "Are you their leader?"
　　 The middle-aged man looked at Aros, nodded and said, "Yes."
　　 "Hello, this is Grant Quick." With that, he stepped forward, looking like he wanted to shake hands with Aros. How do you know that the short-haired man was pulled by the hand: "Wait, Grant, what if they are the enemy?"
　　 "Joy, how many times have I told you that I used my mind more when things happened." Grant shook off his hand, walked to Aros, and stretched out his right hand with a smile on his face: "You can call me Grant."
　　 "Taros..." The corner of Aros' mouth twitched, and he slowly said a pseudonym, then stretched out his right hand and shook his hand.
　　 It’s better to be cautious when sailing the Wannian Ship carefully without understanding the current situation.
　　 "Oh, Talos, lucky meeting, lucky meeting." Grant laughed with a special appeal, as if bathing in March, it made people comfortable.
　　 "This is?" He turned to Howson again and asked with a smile.
"Hiccup..." Howson poured the glass of whiskey into his mouth, making a long burp, then glanced at him sideways, and smiled: "Tarosso." He is not stupid, since Aros is not. Speaking of his real name, he also casually ridiculed a name.
　　 Next to Aros frowned, there was a trace of embarrassment on his face. This is definitely the kind of mud that can't support the wall.
　　 "Oh?" Grant shook his head, scanning the two with a look of surprise. One Taros, one Taroso, their names sounded like a pair of brothers, but the appearance of the two can be said to be very different, and they are nearly 10 years old in age. Needless to say, this must be a fake name.
　　 Although he saw through the two of Xiao Jiujiu, he was not upset. Living in a foreign land, it is natural for people to have reservations about their identity and origin. If you believe in others because of a smile or a compliment, this person is either a fool or a lunatic.
　　 "Good meeting, happy meeting." Grant handed Aros a tacit smiling face and turned to look at Joey, the short-haired man: "First of all, if they are enemies, there is really no need to make this movement and cause conflict."
　　 "Secondly..." At this point, he paused, and turned to point to Tang Fang who was unconscious on the sofa: "Instead of you, will you take a wounded brother into the enemy camp?"
　　 Tang Fang is still wearing that tattered military uniform. Although the shoulder injury has healed, the blood stains on the clothing are still vivid. Obviously, Grant regarded him as a wounded. Of course, in a sense, he is indeed a sick person.
　　 "This...this may be a conspiracy they carefully planned." Ivan's argument was very weak, and in the end, it was already weak and inaudible.
　　 Grant slammed the back of his head directly to him, straightened the bar chair on one side, sat beside Aros, and pointed to the old hardcover brandy on the top of the wine rack: "I treat you."
　　 Old John raised his head and smiled irritably. While pouring the wine, he joked: "Every time you ask, but when did you really pay for it?"
　　 "Hehe, hehe." Grant laughed dryly, took the cup, and the two of them bowed to each other, sips lightly, showing a look of enjoyment.
　　 Howson couldn't wait to take a gulp into his mouth, the monkey anxious like the pig Goneng who swallowed the ginseng fruit in Journey to the West.
　　 Aros also took a small sip, shaking the liquid in the glass slightly, making a look of intoxication.
　　 "I take the liberty to ask, did some of you pass by accidentally or come here for business?" Grant asked seemingly casually.
Since he ignored the origin and asked the purpose alone, Aros thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to conceal it, so he put down his wine glass and said, "My friend has been injured a little, and I need to find a place to rest. If I can see a doctor Look, that's the best."
　　 "Doctor..." Grant pondered for a moment, and said, "It's really unfortunate that the clinic in town is closed. Maybe it will be open tomorrow. If you two are not disgusted, please stay here. There are rooms upstairs."
　　 There is a good intention in his words, but to Aros, it is a little intriguing. Is the clinic closed? Why is it closed? Along the way, almost all stores have put up closing cards. Could it be that today is a special day?
　　Also, although Grant said politely, he kindly let the two of them stay here, but the tone was a bit strange, like an invitation and a request. Looking at the current situation again, today, this small town is afraid of some disturbances.
　　 Should I leave or stay? If he chooses to go, it is hard to guarantee that Grant will not turn his face. Besides, in Tang Fang's state, where can he go? According to the road sign, the nearest town is more than 300 kilometers long. If you rely on two legs, you can go to the Year of the Monkey? If Tang Fang's body is unharmed, if something happens, won't this delay his illness?
　　Furthermore, the identity of the three is equally troublesome. In the military file, the three are probably classified as dead. If they appear so blatantly in big cities, once they are found out by the government, they will be endlessly pursued. It's good for Tang Fang to be awake. With his ability, it is enough to protect the three of them, but the bad thing is that he has been unconscious and his vital signs are still normal.
　　If you stay, will it be affected? What on earth are Grant and the gang going to do, he doesn't know, if he provokes a powerful enemy and involves them, how should he get out?
　　 Aros tightened the Paladin M5 on his waist, and couldn't help having a headache. In the past, Tang Fang was here, so he didn't need to worry about how to go down the road. Now, one is unconscious, and the other is hard to carve. It's not bad, thank God.
　　 Grant saw him groaning and not anxious, sipping his glass of wine without a sip. There were not so many twists and turns in the belly of Hausen next to him, and he grinned at the guy on the opposite side: "It's okay to stay. You must have enough wine."
　　 "This is easy." Grant chuckled and winked at Old John.
　　 The old waiter turned around and took out two bottles of strong tequila from the wine rack, and thumped on the bar with a "boom": "Let you drink enough money at a time."
　　 "Hahahaha... this time you can have an alcohol addiction." For people like Howson, as long as he has alcohol today, even if he has to go on the guillotine tomorrow, he will still have a refreshing drink.
　　 "Howson!" Aros frowned and scolded. In order to avoid leaks, Grant obviously wanted to trip the two of them. Once agreed, God knows what terrible incident will be involved?
　　 Howson one tendon goes to one tendon, but he is not an idiot. Hearing this, he looked at Tang Fang, who was unconscious on the sofa, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, pushing the two bottles of strong agave outward.
　　 Grant frowned, just about to speak. Suddenly, Dou heard the door rang behind him, and a thin half-sized boy with a mole on his left eye broke into the room, his eyes scanned the crowd, and finally fell on Grant: "Boss, here they are."
　　 Grant's face changed, the smile on the corner of his mouth narrowed, and he poured the last sip of wine into his mouth casually, stood up, and scanned the people in the hall: "The time has come, let's go."
　　 There are no impassioned speeches, no passionate speeches, only a very plain sentence.
　　 The trivial footsteps sounded, and the men who were either hidden in the dark or hiding in the shadow stood up one by one, sorted out their guns, and walked towards the door of the bar.
　　Finally, Grant turned his head to look at Aros and Howson, and said in a low voice: "Don't go out. Guns have no eyes. We treat you as friends. It doesn't mean that the enemy will treat you as friends."
After 　　, he walked to the side, pinched the cowboy hat on the table, buckled it gently on the top of his head, and turned and walked out of the bar.
　　 Aros frowned, hesitated for a moment, and let out a long sigh. Grant's words are very reasonable. It is safe not to go out and hide here. Go out, once the target is exposed, God knows if they will be regarded as Grant's accomplices.
　　 Where did the enemy come from? How strong is it? He didn't know these, it's better to stay here for safety.
"There is a room upstairs. If you are tired, you can go to sleep for a while." Old John "gummies" poured a half glass of wine and pushed it in front of him: "Two, listen to the advice of the old man. Rotan Star is not very peaceful."
　　 Aros took the cup and nodded thoughtfully.
　　 "Old John, give me a drink, too." The half-sized boy who had just reported to Grant came to the bar and sat down and said with a bitter expression on his face.
　　 Everyone left, only he was left, which made him very unhappy and shocked.
　　 "Sam, you are not old enough to drink." Old John gave him a harsh look.
　　 Little Sam raised his brows and glared back at him with dissatisfaction: "Old John, I am 16 years old this year, please don't stare at me with this kind of childish look, it makes me very uncomfortable."
　　 Old John shrugged, smiled slightly, and showed a jagged yellow tooth: "You were a kid, or a kid without self-knowledge."
　　 "You..." Little Sam snorted and jumped off the bar chair, turned and walked to the sofa, looked at Tang Fang up and down, and finally landed on his blood-stained clothes: "Is he injured?"
　　 Aros turned his head and glanced at the half-sized boy, nodded, and said softly "Uh".
"Oh, it's so pitiful, you wait..." After speaking, little Sam moved his legs and ran upstairs, with little effort, walking down with a medicine box in his hand." "Boom" and put it on the desktop: "There are medical glue, disinfectant, bandages, etc., you see if you can use it."
　　 Aros smiled uncontrollably, and reached out and pressed his head: "Although it's useless, thank you."
　　 Little Sam pushed Aros' hand away and looked at him angrily: "Don't touch my head."
　　 The half-size kid now behaves like a kitten with its tail trampled on. As a stubborn guy who thinks he has grown up, he hates being treated like a child.
　　 "Hahaha." Aros smiled knowingly, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
Hausen beside him was also amused by the half-size boy in front of him. He reached out his hand to wipe the wine stains on his mouth, and stretched his hand in front of him: "Come on, man, let's break your wrists. If you can beat me, from now on, I'll just call you big brother, how about?"
　　 Little Sam looked at Hausen's palm, which was not much smaller than a puff fan, and looked at his hand which was less than half a foot, hesitated.
　　 hesitated for a while, he gritted his teeth, bypassed Aros, walked to Hausen, and stretched out his hand with a stubborn expression: "Bibi, I won't be afraid of you."
　　 "Okay, it's a man." Housen nodded with a strong smile, and stretched out his right hand: "Come on."
　　 "Huh" Little Sam climbed onto the bar, lay as flat as possible, and also stretched out his right hand to hold Howson's palm: "Okay, I have to work hard..."
　　 "Come on," Howson said winkingly.
　　 "Eh..." Little Sam said not much, sighed, his wrists slammed.
　　 His hands were trembling left and right, his purple veins bulged slightly, and his face was flushed. He leaned halfway, using almost all his strength on his right hand. However, the reality is ruthless, and the opponent's arm is like a majestic mountain, not to mention tipping over, it is difficult to even move it.
"Hahaha..." Howson finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and directly grabbed Sam's hand to lift him up, and then pressed him on the bar chair next to him: "Little guy~EbookFREE.me~ Yes you lose."
　　Although he was prepared in his heart, the huge frustration still made him very uncomfortable.
Howson rubbed his head: "Hey, it's a little bit, I can't bear this point of failure? How can I be an indomitable man in the future? When I was in boxing, I suffered a lot of defeats. One failure counts. No matter what, a man must have the heart of a strong man to establish his life."
　　 Little Sam raised his head and glanced at him, then nodded seemingly.
　　Hausen waved his hand, slapped his half-sized boy on the shoulder with a "pop", and handed over half a cup of tequila: "Come on, the old guy won't let you drink, uncle's give it to you."
　　 Looking at the crystal clear white liquid in the cup, Little Sam's heart was crossed, and he reached out to take it, and poured it into his mouth simply.
　　 This is his first time drinking, and it is a strong distilled spirit like tequila. The pungent smell of alcohol raged in the mouth, and the liquor slid down the throat, like a pot of boiling kerosene splashed on the water, and the hot sensation ran through the facial features.
　　 "Ahem." Little Sam coughed again and again.
　　 The corners of the old John's mouth twitched a few times, on the one hand out of helplessness, on the other hand he was a little dissatisfied with Howson calling him "old guy".
　　 Aros also twitched his cheeks, his mouth almost reaching the back of his head. Unexpectedly, this rammed product with a rib in the intestines and a big head and a thick neck could actually be exported into a chapter, saying such connotative words.
　　 Well, if he is sent to the army to do ideological education for soldiers, it must be very promising.
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