Vol 3 Chapter 547: Evil thoughts

Well, now that our protagonist, Tang En, was thinking of Josiah first before he was dying, then we might as well sell his face and turn his attention back to Bran, to see what the intelligence leader of the gray clothing is doing what……
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In the morning, Mountain Creek City.
The wind is not cold and the sun is warming. Compared to the northern desert, which is completely cold and completely uninhabitable, Bran is also in the winter season, but in this holy city in the northern hinterland, the chill in winter is not so abnormal.
Of course, this is relative. If it was from the broken mouth of the old woman in Shanxi City, it would not be difficult to hear such a tweet, ‘winter seems to be colder this year ...’
The pub next to the river is running a business. You can know what it is by listening to its name. Because the location is a bit remote, the business will naturally not be very good. Basically, all the old customers come around. It is light and quiet, but it is quiet.
When this pub was just opened, the surrounding civilians also commented on it, saying that this pub might not be open for long, and they would finally change hands like the owner of this pub before.
But at least until now, this is not the case. Although the tavern business is still not improving, it is still open every day. Some old drinkers around were naturally overjoyed at seeing this, and sometimes even deliberately called friends and friends to turn around twice, buy a few glasses of cheap ale, and be very popular, lest this pub closed for business. In that case, if they want to drink, they have to run far ...
These funny and ridiculous moves have made the tavern's business better for a period of time, making the shopkeepers laugh a little. In fact, these drunkards are totally worried. Because this tavern will stay here forever if there is no accident. After all, it is the home base of the Secret Service of the Grey Army!
Of course, in fact, the so-called base camp is just a saying, only because the top leader of the secret agency-Josiah, often stays here, so it is so called.
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Because it's morning. The tavern was extremely deserted, and there were only two or three alcoholic guests. Push the cup for a change, whisper your head from time to time, or yell loudly, saying that life is not easy and so on.
In addition, there is a middle-aged shopkeeper sitting at the door, calmly wiping the counter in front of him with a rag. This situation seems to be accustomed to, and does not mean to restrain the drunk guests. Only from time to time, he cast his gaze at the corner of the hall, shook his head slightly, his eyes a little sorry.
Sitting there was a man with disheveled hair and drunk. Empty wine cans are placed on the table. In terms of angle, it is hard to see how it looks. However, if there is a person who pays attention to details here, he will find that although the image of the man is a little shabby, the waist plate is straight. It's not intentional, it's like a natural posture for year-round training ... The unique temperament of military officers and men!
At this moment, the man shook the wine jar in his hand and seemed to have drunk cleanly. Lay down easily. Then he waved, slammed, and patted another bottle of wine cans.
Seeing this, the middle-aged shopkeeper sighed, got up and walked over, tapping on the table and whispering, "Drink less, you should go back to rest."
Hold your hand and drop the wine can. The man slowly raised his head, but he looked handsome and young. It was just the messy beard that was apparently untouched on his face, and the blood-red eyes that made him feel a little bit disappointed.
Of course, these are not the most important. The key is the long scar of scars that has been pulled from the corner of his left eye to his chin. Destroyed Junlang's appearance. Coupled with his current image, it's a bit embarrassing.
Although the face is fierce, and now he drinks a lot of wine, but from the table it is horizontal and vertical. But without an empty wine can dropped on the ground, we can see that the youth still have some restraint, and now they have not lost their minds.
He nodded slightly, receiving the concern, and the young man talked easily. He lifted his feet crookedly holding the bottle of freshly opened wine, and walked towards the back door of the tavern. I don't know if it's the residents here or the inside staff of the tavern.
"Hee hee ... eat, eat, eat overlord meal?" A not-so-distant drunkard guest, when he saw the young man got up and left without paying his bills, also wobbled up, squinting his sleeves, his face full of expressions, "Boss "Enge ... Don't worry, I'll help you get justice. Um, kid, don't go ..."
"Uh ... misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The middle-aged shop owner saw this for a moment, and quickly went to block the alcoholic guest. "He is a long-time resident of mine, and he had already paid enough for alcohol."
"Oh? That's it ... that's good, boss, if you encounter something to eat in the future ... then what kind of situation, please look for me directly, my tiger three in this film absolutely cover ... can cover it!"
"Yes, yes, I have to trouble you in the future."
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The middle-aged owner is dealing with the pub guests here, but the young man is still unaware of the little dispute and keeps walking, walking all the way out the back door of the pub lobby.
There are several steps here at the back door. The young man arrived here, narrowed his red eyes, and walked quite difficult. At this time, a guy dressed as a pub waiter rushed in through the front door holding a piece of paper, nodded with the middle-aged owner, and quickly ran to the back door, as if there was something urgent to do.
The steps weren't wide. Although the waiter had evaded and was going to pass by, the young man happened to be stunned at this time, and the two bumped into one place.
Boom ... the waiter was fine, with a blank piece of paper in his hand, quickly standing still. But the young man who drank too much alcohol wouldn't do it. When his body was crooked, he sat down on the steps.
Seeing this, the waiter quickly leaned forward to help each other, glanced around, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, Lord Borg, I was in a hurry."
"It's okay. It has nothing to do with you. I drank and drank too much." He waved his hand, and the young man got up from the ground unconsciously, and glanced, and saw the wanted word on the white paper in the waiter's hand, and a portrait , Casually asked, "What is this?"
"Uh ..." The waiter said for a moment, "This is something to report to the head."
The so-called regiment leader is naturally another identity of Josiah, the leader of the propaganda department of the gray army. For the safety of the secret agency leader, it was Josiah's own carelessness. So although her status is now much higher than the head of the group, people in the organization still generally call her the head of the group.
Josiah ... The young man narrowed his eyes, his eyes were complicated, and he waved after an instant: "I'm fine, do what you do."
"Yes."
Watching the waiter turn into the road on the left and go far, the young man stood in his place, shook his head, shook his head and drank his drink, and continued to shake forward.
That's right, this young man is Borg who hasn't seen in a long time.
The battle between Bran and Beihuang has long since ended. As one of the middle-level generals who assisted Bran in the Gray Army, naturally he should not have appeared here alone, and stayed for almost a month.
The reason is naturally because of that embarrassing thing! When Borg led his soldiers into the Zichen Army's defense zone after being disfigured, he suddenly encountered Johsia in the frontline city, but was slapped. Then, Borg lost his sanity and ordered his soldiers to attack Mi Xiu, but instead of taking advantage, after Mi Xiu announced that he was under Frey's wounded soldiers, he was fatally beaten by the passing Thunder Army soldiers. Zichen soldiers were detained.
This is not a big deal, but it is impossible to think that it hasn't happened. Thunder soldiers who beat people were righteous, and Borg became a villain who wanted to destroy the cooperative relationship between the two sides. The Zichen Army naturally did not care about this, and finally pushed it to the frontline generals of the Gray Clothes.
Because of his status, Borg was not punished. Of course, it is no longer realistic to want to stay on the front line. Just by the injury on his face, Borg left the front line after being reprimanded by General Daniel after being reprimanded by the gray generals at the front line.
Immediately after receiving the news, the third uncle of Borg, Enoch, the secret agency, sent someone to take him over, and wanted him to take a rest in the city in the back and adjust his state.
But ~ EbookFREE.me ~ From this situation, it is clear that Borg's status has not been adjusted. On the contrary, after looking at the scar on his face and touching the place where Josiah's slap was touched, Borg's heart seemed to be swallowed by ants and tormented. He could only use an alcohol to anesthetize himself all day long to get a moment of stability.
"Hah, dare to hit me, that woman ... bitch!" He drank his wine and ran his feet, and the scar on Borg's face now looked like a living cricket, twisted and twisted, slightly red, and really狰狞 Terror.
"Uh ..." Pausing for a moment, Borg shook his head, only to find that he didn't go to the guest room, but came to the place where Johia was discussing. Snapped! Raising his hand slapped and slaps himself, Borg hugged his head and snarled, "You are still thinking of her, you are still thinking of that bitch! Borg, you idiot, stupid ..."
The lunatic is generally insulting himself and making swear words, which is extremely ugly.
For a moment, Borg gasped and turned around and walked backwards, but only took a few steps to turn his head and looked at the office with a strange look. "Oh, it's okay to look at it, this cheap man ... again Just take a look, just take a look, oh, ... "
………… (To be continued ...)