Chapter 654

Chapter 654

2014-08-16

Well, since our protagonist, Tang En, first thought of Joah before he died, then We might as well sell his face, turn our eyes back to Titus, and see what the intelligence chief of the Grey Cloth Armed Force is doing...

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Morning, Mountain Creek City.

The wind is not cold and the sun is warm. Compared with the northern wasteland, which is freezing to the bone and completely uninhabitable, although Titus is also in winter, in Holy City, the northern hinterland, the winter chill is not so abnormal.

Of course, this is relative. From the broken mouth of an old woman in Shanxicheng, it must not be difficult to hear such a nagging, 'This winter seems to be colder...'

The tavern by the stream, which is running a business, listens to the name know what to do. Because the location is a little remote, the business will naturally not be very good. Basically, all the old customers around are coming, and it is quiet and quiet.

When this tavern just opened, the surrounding commoners also talked about it, saying that this tavern probably won't be open for a long time.

But at least this is not the case now. Although the business of the pub has not improved, it is still open for business every day, basically regardless of weather conditions. Some Old Drunkards around are naturally overjoyed when they see it, and sometimes even deliberately call their friends over for a couple of laps, buy a few glasses of cheap ale, and boost their popularity, lest the pub close its doors. In that case, they would have to run a long way if they wanted to drink...

These funny and funny actions made the business of the tavern get better for a period of time, making the shopkeepers a little ironic. In fact, these alcoholics are completely overthinking. Because this tavern will always be here if there is no accident. After all, it's home to the Grey Cloth Armed Force secret agency!

Of course, in fact, the so-called base camp is just a statement, only because the top leader of the secret agency, Joah, often stays here, so it is called so.

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Because it was in the morning, the tavern was extremely deserted, and there were only two or three alcoholic guests. Pushing the cup for a change, shaking his head and muttering from time to time, or cursing abruptly, saying that life is not easy, and so on.

apart from this , there is also a middle-aged shop owner sitting by the door, calmly wiping the counter in front of him with a rag over and over again, this seems to be normal, and he has no intention of restraining drunk guests . From time to time, he would turn his eyes to the corner of the hall, shake his head slightly, and look a little regretful.

Sitting there was a man with disheveled hair and drinking alcohol, with empty wine cans strewn across the table. From the angle, I can't see what it looks like. However, if there is a person who pays attention to details here, you will find that although this man has a sloppy appearance, his waist is straight. It's not intentional, it's like a natural posture trained all year round... the unique temperament of military soldiers!

At this time, the man shook the wine can in his hand, and it seemed that he had finished drinking. Just put it down, then waved, bang, and snapped off the seal of the other bottle of wine.

Seeing this, the middle-aged owner, Sighed, got up and walked over, knocking on the table and whispering: "Drink less, you should go back to rest."

Pause, put down the wine can, the man slowly lifts the head, but he is handsome and young. It's just the messy beard on his face that he obviously hasn't taken care of, and the bloodshot eyes that are slightly red, which add to his despair.

Of course, these are not the most important, the key is the long scary scar that stretched from the corner of his left eye to his chin, ruining his handsome appearance. Coupled with his current image, something hideous.

However, although the face is fierce, and now he has also drank a lot of wine, but from the table, although it is all over the place, but there is no empty wine can that fell to the ground, it can be seen that the youth is still somewhat restrained, and now he is sane Not lost.

Slightly nodding, receiving this concern, the young man was easy to talk, he leaned up with the freshly-opened wine can, raised his feet and staggered towards the back door of the tavern. I don't know if it's the residents here or the insiders of the tavern.

"hehe...Eat, eat, eat the overlord's meal?" An alcoholic guest who was not far away, saw that the young man hadn't paid the bill and got up and left. With a face full of resentment, "Boss, Eun E... Don't be afraid, I will help you get justice. U, little boy, don't go..."

"Uh... misunderstanding, misunderstanding. "The middle-aged shop owner was stunned when he saw this, and hurried up to block the alcoholic guest, "He is a long-term resident of my place, and he has already paid enough for the wine."

"Oh? That's good, Boss, if you encounter food in the future... what's the situation, come to me directly, I will definitely cover in this piece... I can cover it!"

"Yes yes yes , I have to trouble you in the future."

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The middle-aged shopkeeper here is dealing with the guests of the tavern, but the young man seems to have never heard of this little dispute and keeps walking. , staggered all the way out of the back door of the tavern lobby.

There are several steps at the back door. This young man got here, narrowed his eyes slightly red, and it was quite difficult to walk. He swayed and swayed. At this time, a man dressed as a bartender happened to hold a piece of white paper and rushed in from the front door, looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper, nodded, and then quickly ran to the back door, as if he had something urgent to do.

The steps were not wide, although the waiter had already avoided and was about to pass by, but unexpectedly, the young man just stumbled and the two collided.

Bang...the waiter was fine, he raised the blank paper in his hand and quickly stood up to figure. But the young man who drank too much couldn't do it, the figure was crooked, and he sat down on the steps.

Seeing this, the waiter hurriedly leaned over to help each other, glanced around, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, Lord Berg, I was in a hurry."

"It's okay. It has nothing to do with you, it's me who drank too much." With a wave of his hand, the young man got up from the ground indifferently, glanced at the words "wanted" on the white paper in the hand of the waiter, and a portrait, casually speaking. Asked, "What is this?"

"Uh..." The waiter hesitated and replied, "This is something to report to the head of the regiment."

The so-called regiment Long, that is of course Joah's other identity, the head of the Grey Cloth Armed Force propaganda department. For the safety of the leader of the secret agency, Joah himself didn't care. Therefore, although her current status is much higher than that of the head of the group, people in the organization generally call her the head of the group.

Joah...the young man squinted his eyes, his eyes were complicated, and he waved his hand after a short while and said, "I'm fine, you can go about your business."

"Yes."

Watching the waiter turn into the left road and walk away, the young man stood there in a daze, then shook his head, raised his head violently, took a sip of wine, and continued to stagger forward.

That's right, this young man is the Borg he hasn't seen for a long time.

The battle between Titus and Beihuang has long since ended. As one of the mid-level generals who reinforced Titus by the Grey Cloth Armed Force, he should not appear here alone, and he stayed for nearly a month.

The reason is naturally because of that embarrassing thing! When Borg was disfigured and led his troops to retreat into the Zichen Legion defense area, he suddenly encountered Joah in the frontline city, but was slapped immediately. Then, Borg irrationally ordered his soldiers to attack Miksu, but instead of taking advantage of it, after Miksu announced that he was a wounded soldier under Frey, he was beaten by the passing thunder Legion soldiers, and finally was Zichen. Soldiers imprisoned.

It didn't make a big fuss, but it's impossible to pretend it didn't happen. The thunder soldier who beats people is righteous, and Borg becomes a villain who intends to destroy the cooperative relationship between the two sides. Zichen Legion naturally didn't care about it, and finally the surname was pushed to the frontline general of the Grey Cloth Armed Force.

Because of his status, Borg was not punished. Of course, it is no longer realistic to want to stay on the front lines. Just taking advantage of the injury on his face, Borg left the front line in despair after being reprimanded by General Daniel, the top general of the Grey Cloth Armed Force on the front line.

Immediately after Borg's Third Uncle, that is, Enoch of the secret agency, after learning the news, he sent someone to pick him up and wanted him to rest in the rear city and adjust the Condition. .

However, from the current situation, Borg's Condition is obviously not adjusted. On the contrary, after looking at the scar on his face and touching the place where Joah was slapped, Borg felt like being swallowed by ten thousand ants, tossing and tossing.

"Ha, dare to hit me, that girl... a bitch!" He raised his head and poured his drink, his steps staggered, the scar on Borg's face was like a living centipede at this time, twisting and twisting. Moving, slightly red, really ferocious and terrifying.

"Uh..." Borg shook his head suddenly, only to realize that he didn't go to the guest room, but subconsciously came to the place where Joah was discussing affairs. pa! raised his hand and slapped himself heavily, Borg hugged his head and growled, "You're still thinking about her, you're still thinking about that bitch! Borg, you idiot, idiot..."

A lunatic usually insults himself, making foul language, which is extremely unpleasant.

For a moment, Borg turned around gasping for breath and walked back, but only after walking a few steps, he turned his head abruptly, and looked at the council with a strange expression, "hehe, it's okay to have a look, This bitch...let's take another look, just take a look, oh, bitch..."

......(To be continued.)