He wrapped himself tightly and made a little disguise on his face. Unless he was an acquaintance, it would be difficult to recognize him at a glance.

He walked alone to the junction of Xiacheng District, and immediately a few gangsters surrounded him. One of them was a fool, holding a stick in his hand and a knife in his waist, extorting money from Simon.

Simon raised his head, black light flashed in those eyes, and the eyes of those little gangsters also flashed a layer of black light, and then stood still one by one.

Simon did it from among them, and they didn't react at all until Simon completely disappeared into the night, and they looked at each other.

"Where is the person, where is that person just now?" They looked around, but there was no one.

A thug suddenly shivered and said in horror, "Could it be that we hit a ghost?"

"Nonsense, how can there be a ghost."

"I saw someone clearly just now, but now they're gone, what's not a ghost?"

"Maybe we were wrong."

"Did we all see it wrong?"

Looking at the dark night at this time, it seemed that a hideous monster was about to swallow them up.

Coincidentally, a gust of cool wind blew, and these people were stunned unconsciously, and the feeling of seeing a ghost became more and more real. A few people panicked and ran away crying.

Simon heard their panicked screams, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Just now, he used the Eye of Shadow to confuse the gangsters. During this period of time, he has made great progress in the secret technique. The Eye of Shadow has been used very skillfully, and it is easy to confuse a few gangsters.

The streets of Xiacheng District are really shabby, and if you don't pay attention, you will step into the cesspool. Simon's night vision is very good. Even in the dark night, he can still distinguish the road.

It's just that the distinction is not so clear, so he inadvertently stepped on a pile of shit, which is still very fresh, and the touch is very clear and... disgusting.

He rubbed on the ground unhappily, wiping the **** off.

After walking a distance, there was a light on the road. It was the light in the house next to it, and the faint light covered the dark street with a shimmer.

In the dim light, he could see a homeless man squatting in the corner of the house. The homeless man was holding a cigarette and kept looking at Simon, then got up and walked towards Simon.

Simon frowned and didn't respond. The tramp approached and said something in a low voice.

Simon took out the blackjack card in his hand, the tramp glanced at it, nodded and led the way in front.

This tramp is a street person, waiting here for Simon, and then taking him to Zon.

He took Simon around for a while in the cluttered lanes of downtown, but he came to a shabby bar.

He frowned and looked at the tramp, who pointed to the inside and said that Zon was there.

Isn't there an action tonight? How can we meet in a place where there are so many people.

"I'm not going in, you let your head out." Simon frowned.

The tramp frowned, then took off his tattered coat, which was still decent clothes, his temperament changed immediately, and he pushed open the door of the bar.

The air was filled with the smell of inferior alcohol, and the vulgar noise made Simon very uncomfortable.

Simon erected the windbreaker collar and stood at the door of the bar.

During this period, several black people came to this bar laughing and sparring, and they also said vulgar and vulgar words such as how big a certain woman was and how cool she was.

When they pulled to the door of the bar, they saw Simon, which caught their attention. In fact, it was hard not to notice. The clothes he was wearing obviously didn't match the people who haunted here.

Several black people looked at each other and walked over with malicious intent.

Simon frowned. When he was thinking about how to deal with this person, the door of the bar opened, and the homeless man who just showed him the way came out.

Just seeing this scene, he walked over quickly, held the black people, whispered a few words with them, and the black people nodded and walked away.

"Follow me." The homeless picked up the tattered coat on the ground and walked to a nearby alley. Simon followed, seemingly turning to the back of the bar, where a figure stood.

The homeless man stood still and motioned for Simon to go over. He guarded the alley and did not allow others to come in.

Simon walked over, the figure was wearing a shabby trench coat and a hat on his head, and turned around to reveal a familiar face.

It was Zorn.

Zon looked at Simon's eyes before recognizing his disguise: "Mr. Simon, you are so cautious."

"The more dangerous it is, the more cautious it is."

"You're right, I overlooked that you haven't been to the lower city." Zorn glanced at Simon's clothes and said apologetically.

Simon is also very helpless about this outfit. He already feels that he has concealed it well enough, but it is still easy to be noticed here.

"Don't call me by my name from now on, call me old K." Simon said solemnly. He wants to try his best to prevent his real name from being known by more people, which is also protecting himself.

"K, does that mean King?" Zon said with a smile.

"Why do you choose to meet here, what should I do if a place with many people's eyes is discovered." Simon asked in a deep voice.

"This street used to have another street, and the target would emerge from that street and enter the factory." Zorn pointed to a street not far away and a factory not far away, but the factory looked at it. not see.

It seems to be saying that the target in this bar is closer~lightnovelpub.net~ The Murdoch family has deployed this area before tonight, and all the streets and houses in the vicinity are secretly eyeing by them , the gangs they control are swimming nearby, and anyone who appears near that street will be targeted and driven away. ' Zorn said.

"You hide in this bar so you won't be found?"

"I'm the only one in this bar, and this bar is controlled by the gang we secretly control, and the gangster controlled by the Merckdo family can't get in. In this lower city, we secretly control no less than the Merckdo family. Enough to hide a team." Zorn was very confident.

When the two were talking, Simon frowned suddenly and looked at the back alley. A figure turned into the alley, humming a cheerful tune.

There was a strange smile on the man's face, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be drinking too much.

The tramp walked over quickly and hugged the man, stabbing the dagger into his heart at the same time.

"You're in the wrong place, poor bastard."

The man seemed unable to feel the pain, still had a smile on his face, and his life began to fade.

addict.

Simon knew that this man was an addict, and that he could not feel the pain after taking a large dose of psychedelics.

The tramp moved his body to the corner, took off his tattered coat and put it over him, looking like a drunk tramp, and gave Zorn a clean up.

"You can go back, I will take action when you move." Simon said solemnly.

"You're not going with us?" Zorn frowned.

"No, I like to go it alone."

Zon frowned, very upset and distressed at Simon's behavior of not obeying the arrangement.