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    There was no one in the tavern, probably because Qiuhui arrived too early.  A fat man with a shiny scalp and a beer belly like a ten-month pregnancy sat behind the bar and listlessly wiped the wine glass. Another waitress in a pink apron who was a beauty twenty years ago was organizing the table.

    When he saw Qiu Hui walking in, the obese man looked him up and down. He couldn't help but be startled when he saw Qiu Hui's black hair and eyes.  This is not a tourist attraction, so there is almost no foreign population. Asians like Qiu Hui are rare here.

    Qiu Hui glanced at the bar and then went straight to the bar, "A bottle of Miller." Qiu Hui sat on the bar stool and took a few sips of beer.

    "Is the weather here always so bad?" Qiuhui did not hide his identity as an outsider. In such a small town, almost everyone knew each other, and it was impossible to blend in.

    "It will be like this in these few months every year. When the wind direction changes in autumn, the dust will disappear." The fat man said perfunctorily.

    "Another bottle of Miller." Qiuhui motioned to the fat man to drink the bottle of beer himself.  The fat man smiled, drank half a bottle of wine in one breath, and burped happily and asked, "You came here also for a desert trip?"

    Qiu Hui frowned slightly and then returned to normal.  "Desert travel? Has anyone come here to travel in the desert these days?"

    "Not in the past few days, but an hour ago. There were five of them, each carrying a large mountaineering bag. It seemed that they wanted to stay in the desert for a few more days." Maybe it was because of drinking, the fat man's words  Obviously more.

    "An hour ago?" It's really a coincidence. This kind of coincidence always makes people suspicious.

    "I think these people are not simple people," the fat man took another sip of wine and continued: "I think they have all been soldiers."

    "Oh? How did you know?" Qiu Hui asked, pretending to be interested.

    "Because I have also been a soldier, the Army. Although their movements have been deliberately changed, some details cannot be completely changed." Fatty said.

    He was about to continue talking when suddenly the door of the bar opened and a man walked in.  This man is not tall but has thick arms. A tight T-shirt wraps his body and clearly outlines his muscle lines.  The fat man closed his mouth the moment he saw this man, and his whole body returned to his sleepy appearance.

    The man walked up to the bar, threw a few hundred-dollar bills on the table and said to the fat man: "Bring me a bottle of whiskey," he said, pointing to a bottle of wine on the top shelf of the wine rack.

    The fat man was stunned for a moment and then took off the bottle of wine and handed it to the man.  Qiu Hui glanced at it and saw clearly that it was a bottle of pure malt whiskey. The alcohol content of this wine is over 60 degrees and ordinary people cannot drink it. Only local people in Scotland love this wine very much.

    The man picked up the bottle and walked out. The moment he glanced at Qiuhui, he saw clearly the black hair on Qiuhui's head.  The man was shocked. He hesitated for a moment and put the hand holding the bottle in front of him with his right hand and slowly moved towards his waist.

    "If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly." Qiu Hui took a sip of wine and said softly.

    Suddenly a light flashed in the man's eyes. The wine bottle in his left hand slammed into Qiu Hui's head. He didn't even consider that it was an authentic single malt whiskey that he had spent hundreds of dollars to buy. His right hand quickly pulled it out from his waist.  pistol.  This series of actions are well connected. As long as Qiu Hui dodges the bottle attack, he will lose the opportunity. More importantly, he will not be able to block the opponent's action of drawing a gun.

    ¡°It¡¯s a pity that Qiuhui didn¡¯t avoid the wine bottle that was thrown at him.

    "Bang!" When the bottle hit Qiu Hui's shoulder, it burst into dozens of crystal glass fragments and large drops of water with a strong alcohol smell. Qiu Hui didn't even frown, as if the bottle had hit the bar.  .  The plastic beer bottle in his left hand (Miller beer is packaged in plastic bottles, although it was not the first brand to use this kind of packaging, it was the most successful one) was pressed against the man's chest, and Zero held it with one hand.  The man's right hand twisted the muzzle of the gun hard, and he turned it against the plastic bottle.

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