The butterfly spring door was still swinging rapidly. The three prostitutes of different genders at the bar squatted down in fear, and the boss also shrank behind the counter.
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Downey quickly raised his hands, while Henry put his hands on his waist. He was very confident in his shooting skills.
But at this time, Victor gently shook his head at Henry. The latter saw it and did not draw his gun rashly.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
The other party's attitude was very arrogant and gave them the final "expulsion order". Victor showed a harmless smile and asked Henry and Donnie to follow him and leave the tavern temporarily.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Henry said to Victor disdainfully: "Why did you stop me? I can hit him in the head before he shoots."
The agent looked down upon untrained hired gunmen and expressed his confusion about Victor's restraint just now.
"They are Thomas' people, and a conflict here will definitely attract the attention of the poisonous snake."
After saying that, Victor took the horse and did not leave here in a hurry. Instead, he sneaked around behind an old house.
He tied the horse and asked Henry and the others to wait here for a while.
Neither Henry nor Donnie knew what he wanted to do, but not long after, a cautious figure appeared in the aisle.
Sure enough, it’s here!
Victor immediately cheered up.
He made a prediction when Father Sang first left.
Xiaoji, when someone is happy, if you plan to do something on the first, fifth, or seventh day, pedestrians will arrive immediately, and the relationship is really strong...
This is an auspicious sign, proving that someone will bring benefits to them later.
After receiving the revelation, Victor did not conflict with the hired gunmen in Cornwall, but left the tavern and waited outside.
The visitor turned out to be the male prostitute in the tavern. After seeing Victor, the prostitute came over with a face full of joy.
Downey and Henry looked at Victor with strange eyes. Downey clapped his hands self-righteously and said, "Oh! I understand! This is indeed what you are good at."
When Henry reacted, he also thought wrongly, and his face changed drastically: "Wait a minute, you don't want to start here, do you?"
Victor was extremely speechless about the association between these two guys, and was too lazy to explain.
The male prostitute came up and asked with a smile: "Gentlemen, do you want to enter the ironworks?"
"Not necessarily. Can you answer a few questions for me first?" Victor lit a cigarette for himself.
"No problem, but as you know, we rarely have customers who need service here. I'm about to change my career..." The male prostitute's eyes were shining with desire for Faka.
Victor didn't waste any time and took out two 5-cent coins and gave them to the other party first.
The other party frowned when he saw it. It seemed that it was not enough, so Victor took out another 10 French cents and gave it to him.
"No problem, then what do you want to know?" The male prostitute's face gradually became happy.
Victor blew out a puff of smoke and asked naturally: "This place was abandoned on January 1st this year. Do you know what happened then?"
The male prostitute shook his head and said that he had not been here for too long. He was brought here by the tavern owner. He originally thought he could make some money, but who knew that only those gun-wielding thugs would come to the tavern to spend money and treat him like this?
This kind of special worker is not very interested.
"But I heard about what happened that day." The male prostitute recalled for a moment and continued, "It is said that a group of lawless people came up from the street and killed each other, and they suddenly appeared without any warning. They did not let anyone go while smelting iron.
The people who worked at the factory used explosives to blow up all the rooms before leaving, leaving no equipment assets for Cornwall Company."
"What you said can be found everywhere and is worthless." Henry shook his head unsatisfied.
"No, no, no! What I heard, you can't find out in the town. I was told by a man who once lived in this neighborhood. He was not a worker in the ironworks, but a man who mended their torn trousers.
Tailor."
The male prostitute’s hurried explanation.
"Do you know? A very strange thing happened at that time, and that guy happened to see it. The group of criminals did not kill all the workers with guns, but tied them up and tied them to various pillars in the factory.
, such a pillar can tie four or five people. Then what do you do, wait slowly..."
Hearing this, both Victor and Henry looked strange, except Donnie, the funny guy who didn't react.
"What are you waiting for?" Victor stared at the ground and lit a second cigarette.
"I don't know. Later, the tailor was scared away. As he was running, he saw fire coming from inside and heard screams." The male prostitute spread his hands.
"Are they calling names one by one and shooting them?" Henry was intoxicated by Victor's smoke and lit one for himself.
Donnie licked his face and came to him to ask for it. Henry threw the cigarette box to him and muttered: "A box of 5 cents!"
The male prostitute shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.
"Tie people up and kill them, then blow up and burn the factory. So the bodies of the dead are still in the ruins of the factory? Have anyone from Cornwall Company gone to clean it up?" Victor then asked.
The male prostitute's expression became more and more mysterious, and he whispered: "The strangest thing is this. It is said that when people went in to clean up the scene later, not a single body was found."
Huh?
Victor threw away the cigarette he had just lit in disbelief and turned to look at Donnie.
"Didn't you say that no workers survived the terrorist attack on the ironworks? How did you come to this conclusion when no body was found?"
Donnie was grabbed by Victor's collar and said at a loss: "Who knows this? I'm not the one who wrote the record. This on-site report was provided by Cornwall Company."
Victor let go of Donnie's collar, his eyes swayed, thinking about all kinds of strange possibilities.
"Do you have a way to sneak us into the ironworks?" Victor stared at the male prostitute, who was made uncomfortable by this sudden glare.
"Wait, sir, do you really want to go in?"
"Otherwise?" Henry raised his eyebrows.
"But that group of people from Cornwall Company are patrolling inside. They are not easy to mess with. You have just seen them." The male prostitute continued to remind.
"How many are there?" Henry asked.
"I don't know, but I've only seen the three just now." The male prostitute replied.
Victor was no longer timid this time. He said: "I have confirmed that there is something strange inside, so I have to go in and take a look today."
Seeing the other party's firm attitude, the male prostitute hesitated for a long time and finally answered: "Well... I do know another way to get in, but the risk is too great, I..."
"How much money do you want? Is 5 farka enough?"
As Victor spoke, he took out five banknotes.
Henry stared at Victor, this was more than his weekly salary.
"Money must be spent wisely!" Victor glanced at Henry, and then stuffed the banknotes into the palm of the male prostitute's hand.
The other party finally agreed, and soon took them sneakily around to a secret enclosure on the east side of the factory. There was a gap in the aluminum plate there, and anyone who was not overweight could squeeze in and squeeze in. "If we are discovered, you can use your marksmanship to your fullest this time, Detective Henry." Victor reminded Henry and Donnie to be ready for a conflict with the people of Cornwall Company at any time.
The scene inside has long been changed beyond recognition. There are charred building structures everywhere on the ground. They are so messy that it is impossible to distinguish their past appearance.
"Look there!" Henry pointed to the end of the uphill slope not far away. There was a small track extending up and deep into a dark cave.
"That's the quarry... I advise you not to go near there." The male prostitute explained to the three people in a low voice outside the fence, "You three, I have to leave. I'm sorry, but what you want to do has nothing to do with me.