Tyler Nickerson hesitated for a moment as he watched the passing traffic.
Although Colonel Buchanan, who handed the document to him, did not explicitly say how important the document was, to be a close confidant of the colonel, Taylor naturally had some skills in observing people and could tell that the document the colonel handed him was not simple.
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It's not too far from here to the Blood Howler Gang's stronghold, so it's safer to walk there.
Taylor is a lieutenant in the Casper City Defense Force, but with no background and no merit, he knows very well that the reason why he obtained this position is to deal with some shady matters for his immediate boss, Colonel George Buchanan.
things.
And just now, Taylor received another order, which was to deliver the document in his hand to the Blood Howler Gang.
Although it is unclear what the content of this document is, Taylor has dealt with many similar matters. If the middleman is the intermediary between the employer and the mercenary, then he can be said to be Colonel Buchanan and the Blood Howler Gang.
The middleman, many important information and objects between the two are transferred through him. Taylor himself does not resist this kind of work. Furthermore, it is a good job to be able to pretend to be a tiger and take some kickbacks from the Blood Howl Gang.
Take more and don't ask more. This is Taylor's way of dealing with the world.
Thinking of the Blood Howler Gang, Taylor thought of another thing, a wonderful thing. It was a "meeting gift" given to him by the leader of the Blood Howler Gang not long after he joined the Blood Howler Gang, some turbid and bright red crystals. Passed
They, Taylor's heart, which had been numb for many years, beat excitedly again, feeling the taste of happiness again.
Taylor never remembered the thing's technical name, but he and most other people obsessed with it called it "red ice."
Now, a small bag of red ice was sitting quietly in Taylor's pocket. His fingers reached in and gently stroked the plastic bag, feeling itchy in his heart.
This time when he went to the Blood Howler Gang, the gang leader would probably give him a few bags of red ice, so there was no need to keep these in his pocket.
Maybe I can enjoy it for a while before going to the Blood Howler Gang.
With this in mind, Taylor put the folder under his arm, looked around, and finally selected an alley with a public toilet in his memory and got in.
Most unmanaged public toilets are full of dirty water and unbearable stench. "Quick fix" is the first tactical decision of many toilet users. But for Taylor, who has long been accustomed to this place, no matter how dirty the environment is,
They are all secondary, and all worries will disappear in front of Hong Bing.
Entering the innermost compartment, pressing the flush button, flushing away the dirt in the toilet, and then closing the lid, Taylor sat on it, took out the red ice, and prepared to ingest it familiarly...
Taylor's eyes were distracted, with a bewildered smile on his face. He stared blankly at the dirty wooden door in front of him. He didn't know how long it took before he came back to his senses.
After the excitement and hallucinations gradually dissipated, Taylor took the document bag and walked out of the toilet.
It was completely dark. Naturally, there were not many street lights installed in such a remote alley. Only one hanging in front of the toilet door slightly illuminated the surrounding area.
Taylor took a few staggering steps and bumped into another person walking towards him. He staggered, and his dull eyes locked on the rash pedestrian.
Under the dim light, he could barely tell that the person in front of him was an ordinary office worker wearing a white shirt and a work badge. He was probably a clerk of some company.
After the other person bumped into Taylor, he quickly apologized, but Taylor just reached out and grabbed the other person's badge and squinted his eyes to decipher the information on it.
"First, sir?"
The other party's name was ignored by Taylor. All he wanted to see was the guy's position.
Clinton Coat Company? Sales Clerk? Junior?
Taylor laughed. What he hates, or what he likes to bully the most, are white-collar workers who have little status and dress like dogs. They have no force and no family background. When in trouble, they are willing to suffer a loss and settle down. Maybe the family will still owe money.
Loans, staring at the stock market every day with fear, this kind of trash is the most comfortable to beat.
"Damn you..." Taylor grabbed the collar of his clerk, "You bumped into me, do you know that?!"
"Sorry, I'm really sorry!" The clerk started to panic. He didn't know how such a trivial matter could make the other party so angry, especially since it was obvious that the other party hit him first.
"Sorry? Your tone...fuck...is it like you're apologizing?" Taylor's tone gradually became louder, "I see you don't have eyes at all!"
Following a burst of insults, punches and kicks, the clerk wailed and rolled to the ground, begging Taylor for forgiveness. This only made Taylor angry for no reason, and his anger became more and more intense.
He grabbed the clerk's hair, dragged him a short distance, pressed him against the wall and beat him again. When the clerk fell to the ground and curled up, he kicked him several times. The clerk held his head tightly, his eyes
It was filled with fear, snot, tears and blood dripping from his dirty face.
Taylor's curses made him miss the crowded office in the company that was always filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, and the face of the manager who always scolded him.
"If I had known, I would have stayed here to work overtime..." the clerk thought drowsily...