"Having said that, it is indeed a blessing that you are still alive."
Henderson nodded when he heard this: "Yes, when the attack first happened, I thought my life was coming to an end. I didn't expect that luckily..."
"I mean, it's a blessing for me." Wein interrupted Henderson's emotion, "Since you are still alive, I don't have to find anyone else to inquire about the situation at the scene."
Henderson laughed dryly, and Liang tried his best to suppress the urge to cover his face.
Boss, there’s no need to speak so bluntly...
"If you want to know the specific situation, I'm afraid I can't help you much." Henderson sighed, "Everything happened so suddenly. I was arranging things in the box where we met, and suddenly
I heard gunshots coming from downstairs. I asked my stand-in Anthony and bodyguard Zeref to go see what happened, but as soon as they went out and before they could walk out of the corridor on the second floor, they encountered a group of thugs."
"They fired several shots at Anthony and Jeff. I was in the room at the time, and I could hear shotguns and submachine guns. I heard them shouting, 'Henderson is dead,' and then the gang came downstairs.
.I waited for the movement to subside before I leaned out of the box and saw Zeref lying in a pool of blood, while Anthony was already bloody, especially his head... I thought even if Anthony's mother came over, she wouldn't be able to do anything.
Recognize your own son."
"I didn't dare to go downstairs, worried that they hadn't left yet. It wasn't until there was a commotion downstairs that I guessed that the gang of thugs had completely left. Then I escaped among the other trapped customers and waiters, and helped the city police to escape.
My employees who were unfortunately involved were sent on stretchers."
It is ironic to say that Henderson, who has always walked between black and white and helped many people tease the city police force, one day actually had to wait for the city police force to arrive before he felt safe.
"Do you know who touched you?" Wein asked.
Henderson shook his head: "I can guess it's Titan Industries, but it's not clear which party came up with the idea. I have two bartenders on the first floor as confidants. One of them died, and the other told
He recognized one of my gang of thugs who was a member of a mercenary group in the wilderness of the Eastern Exile. He had come to the Hound Bar for a drink and revealed his identity when he was bragging to others on the bar."
Mercenaries, like private detectives and bounty hunters, receive money to do things for others. But compared to the latter two, most of the things mercenaries do are more violent and bloody, and many people have lives on their hands. It is a dangerous job.
People who do not have extraordinary power, or whose extraordinary power is relatively weak, must join a group in order to successfully complete the mission, and the life-and-death friendships generated in such missions will bring people together, and eventually the mercenary group comes into being.
The mercenaries have made money, but they are not lucky enough to walk openly in a city with a wanted order. They can only wander in the wilderness and sneak into the city privately to do business or have fun. Compared with the sword area with good security
Unlike the gun area, wanted mercenaries obviously prefer the shield area, and the Hound Bar is one of the places where mercenaries gather.
Henderson worked as a middleman for many mercenaries. He probably did not expect that one day he would be hunted down by mercenaries hired by others.
"Mercenaries..." Wein touched his chin, "That's what Titan Industries did."
"I think so."
Both of them agreed that Henderson's attack was the work of "Tianthin Industries". Leon thought about it and found that this did make sense.
If the main messenger is the Blood Howler Gang, they don't need to hire mercenaries. They have enough desperadoes on their own. If it's the military, they themselves are a violent organization and have no shortage of manpower. Probably only companies like "Giant Industries" need it.
When mercenaries are used, the company happens to have a lot of money and will be happy to spend money on security for self-defense, or money to hire murderers.
"So this is what you want to explain?" Wein leaned back, "A group of mercenaries rushed into your bar to kill Henderson, and your stand-in took a dozen bullets for you.
You made it out alive and intact."
"Yes." Henderson nodded heavily, "This is really..."
"What an imperfect lie."
lie?
Leon looked over in surprise, and Henderson also raised his head and stared at Wein opposite in confusion.
"Before I expose you completely, is there anything else you want to explain?" Wein took out the tabloid from his pocket nonchalantly.
"...What?" Henderson's doubtful tone did not sound strange at all.
"I told you, don't play tricks in front of me." Wei Yin frowned, "I'm a nostalgic person. For the sake of knowing each other for so many years, I will give you a chance to explain, otherwise I will just pretend to be fooled by your lies.
I deceived you into leaving, and then waited a few days to hear the news of your death."
"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Henderson frowned.
"Well, everyone who lies in front of me likes to say this when they are exposed. Did you guys discuss it?" Wein shook his head helplessly, "Then let's start with the evidence."
He unfolded the tabloid and pointed to the photo of Henderson himself: "You said you only left the box after your double and bodyguard were dead, and then you stayed upstairs honestly until the gang
Only after the mercenaries leave can you dare to go downstairs and escape with the others."
"Then, please explain to me what's going on with the splatter-like blood stains on your snow-white waiter's shirt."