These words made Sean's impression of Bass Boss more profound.
He is shrewd, has insight into people's hearts and has no shortage of ruthless means.
The tavern was filled with the smell of tobacco.
Sean noticed a maid carrying a tray among the soldiers, bringing them beer or taking away their empty glasses.
She looked young and average-looking, but her slightly baggy overalls couldn't hide her slim figure. There were always soldiers who wanted to take advantage of her when she walked over, but she could always avoid them skillfully.
That special feeling came back, which was an intuition of danger. Sean's eyes followed the maid and followed her into the operation room at the back.
Several guys were busy inside, and one of them said: "Sir, you can't come in!"
"I saw a maid just now. She seemed to be an acquaintance of mine. Where has she gone?"
"Are you talking about Anna? She is an hourly employee and has already got off work." The waiter replied.
Sean walked out of the back door pointed by the clerk. It was a small alley and the light was very dim.
When he reached the middle of the alley, Sean stopped. He held a pistol in his hand. This flintlock pistol could only give him one chance, or not even once.
Sean suddenly felt that he was a little rash. It was none of his business. At least the target of this mysterious woman was not him. She was trying to make him angry.
His intuition told Sean that this woman was hiding in the dark, waiting to give him a fatal blow. So, Sean just stood there, neither moving forward nor retreating.
He hoped that the woman would quit on her own initiative.
A wild raccoon suddenly appeared on the wall, breaking the silence. However, the wild raccoon screamed and fell in front of Sean, with a dagger stuck in its body.
Sean retreated silently, preparing to return the same way. He still felt that life was more important than curiosity.
There was a faint fragrance floating in the air, very faint but meaningful. Sean suddenly felt that the light was much darker, and the lights at the end of the alley in the direction where he came from seemed to be swaying.
Sean felt top-heavy, probably because he drank too much wine tonight, including champagne, wine and beer.
He supported the wall and shook his head, trying to wake himself up.
The light not far away seemed very far away, and Sean felt that he should walk very slowly. The noise from the tavern in his ears suddenly fell silent, and his eyelids were as heavy as mountains.
Sean fell to the ground, unconscious.
A woman jumped down from the wall. She landed silently and very lightly. Although she was still dressed as a barmaid, her temperament changed drastically at this time, and she was as cold as a knife.
She approached Sean who was lying on the ground, holding a knife in her right hand.
Sean suddenly raised his right hand, pointing the black muzzle at her.
The waitress was stunned.
"Your knife is not as fast as my gun." Sean said. He was half-leaning against the wall. Although his head was still dizzy, the gun in his hand was very steady.
"I bet you will probably misfire. If you can't kill me with one shot, my knife will definitely kill you." The waitress's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Then give it a try." Sean said.
The two were silent for a while.
In the dim light, the waitress's eyes were very bright, and she stared at Sean's upward face.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like the same person?" the waitress said.
"What is this, friendship? Listen, I have no intention of being an enemy of you, I just think you are dangerous. This may be a skill developed on the battlefield. I am not interested in whether you are a spy, but I will never allow it.
You did bad things under my nose." Sean said.
"In fact, I didn't do anything. When it got dark today, if I had a rifle, I would have easily killed the marshal." The waitress said proudly, "Or I should throw a grenade."
"Then why did you go to the monastery, just to show off your latent skills?" Sean asked.
The waitress was silent for a while: "Not all aliens are bastards."
"What is an alien?" Sean didn't understand.
"Bloodthirsty, idiot!" the waitress said in a strange tone.
"Oh." Sean suddenly realized.
"Aren't you afraid? Standing in front of you is a bloodthirsty, a witch, who will drain your blood." The waitress asked curiously.
"If you want to suck my blood, you have to wait until I die. If I die, I can't control what you want to do, right?" Sean replied, "But now, at least we are equal.
"
"Really? Are you feeling very tired and want to take a good nap?" The waitress chuckled, "You can't hold on for long. Why don't you try shooting? After shooting, you can have a good sleep and sleep.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.”
"If you put it this way, I might have no choice but to shoot on my own initiative. Rather than having my throat slit by you while I'm asleep, I might as well try my luck. My luck has always been good." Sean said calmly.
Sean's calmness and rationality surprised the waitress.
"I am now counting from 10 to 1, you slowly step back, counting from 10 to 1 is enough for you to step back to the corner. Then we go our separate ways, hoping to never see each other again," Sean said.
The waitress nodded.
"10,9,8..."
The waitress backed away slowly, her hand still clutching the knife and her body tense. When her figure disappeared around the corner, Sean got up from the ground.
His head was still dizzy. Although he had drunk too much, he even suspected that the waitress had used some kind of drug. The special fragrance made people intoxicated.
Sean still pointed his gun in the direction where the waitress disappeared, slowly backed away, and struggled back to the back door of the pub. Only then could he no longer hold up and fell down again.
But when he lay down, the waitress came back again.
"Go on and have a good sleep, haha."
…
After an unknown amount of time, Sean tried hard to open his eyes, but couldn't.
His limbs were weak, and his mind was still dizzy. Sometimes he fell asleep, and sometimes he retained a trace of consciousness.
It was as if he was being carried on a stretcher and walking in a huge empty building, maybe a cave, because he heard the echo of someone walking around.
"Anna, what's going on?" A majestic and thick voice sounded.
"Your Excellency, I have brought back a prisoner." Anna replied, it was the hoarse voice of the waitress.
"We don't need prisoners." The thick voice, the wise teacher in Anna's mouth, said.
"No, Master Xian, look carefully, does he look like the same person?" Anna said.
After a while, the wise master suddenly burst into laughter:
"Haha, dear Anna, my good student, you have made a huge contribution. We finally caught the person..."