"Paul" Bar is located in the center of the town. It is a small bar with two floors, neon lights flashing and noisy, with a wild flavor unique to the North.

When I opened the door, a heat wave hit me, along with the pungent smell of spirits, mixed with the smell of cigarettes, stinky feet, sweat, hormones, and a hint of blood.

The entry of Lin Hun and others brought a gust of cold wind. Many drunkards were awakened by the cold wind, and their eyes turned to Lin Hun, who was of medium height.

Oriental faces are rare here. The exotic Miao Ying and the youthful and charming An Qi are more attractive to these drunkards than Lin Hun and Luffy. Even the two strong men who were wrestling together

Han also kept the beating posture, looking at the graceful Miao Ying in trance, and he didn't even notice that the saliva was left behind.

"Hey, boy Zhe Peng, let the two girls behind you come out and I'll treat you to a drink."

In the face of beauty, there are always fools who are not afraid of death and are used as gunslingers by people with ulterior motives. A sloppy drunkard with a big beard stood up unsteadily and lifted up his dirty shirt, which had no color to be seen.

The black gun handle is exposed.

The bartender, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, happened to pass by Lin Huan with a bottle of wine. He caught a glimpse of the pistol on Ivan's waist and issued a warning. "Hey, Ivan, this is Paul, put that little bird of yours away."

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"Spit", facing the skinny bartender, the fat and strong Ivan spat lightly as if he was defeated, but he returned to his duties without daring to make any mistakes.

Lin Hun took out two euros and gave them to the bartender, asking him to find a quieter table.

Seeing the Euro, the little bartender smiled brightly and threw the bottle to the guy next to Ivan. Then he led Lin Huan to the corner of the bar, greeted the two people, and directly threw the drunk man leaning on the table aside. Then he

The tables and chairs were wiped clean, and Lin Hun and others were served diligently to sit down.

Because the bartender was there, these customers did not dare to make any mistakes, but their aggressive eyes were directed at Miao Ying and An Qi, making the two little girls a little uneasy.

"Money can make the world go round, damn Zhepeng people." Ivan felt very indignant at the little bartender's favoritism.

"Ivan, I'm warning you, this is the October Revolution Island, put away your so-called national integrity." The bartender glanced at Ivan and his group with disdain. Although Ivan was a little angry, he could only swallow his anger.

He invited his companions to drink heavily, but his murderous eyes were always fixed on Lin Hun.

Ivan mouthed a damn Zhepeng, which made Lin Hun feel a little happy. It seemed that the absurdity and shamelessness of Zhepeng had penetrated into his body and mind, so he took out a dozen euros and put them on the table without explaining.

"The best vodka." The bartender snapped his fingers back, but kept his eyes on the euro.

"What's your name?" Lin Hun motioned to the bartender to sit down.

"Sanji Ushakov, you can call me Sanji, distinguished guest from Zhepen." Sanji introduced himself politely.

Lin Huan smiled and didn't say anything, and handed over a euro. Sangji suddenly smiled and said, "Dear guest, may I ask if you have any other instructions. As long as you want to know, I will definitely let you know. I am a local

The most famous know-it-all, oh no, is the know-it-all."

"Where can I hire an icebreaker?"

Sanji was stunned. It was rare for a customer to be as direct as Lin Hun, but this question stumped him.

"Sir, all the active icebreakers have been hired. The remaining one, the Arabian Dancer, is still resting in the dock and cannot sail within a month."

When Lin Hun introduced the euro again, Sanghi shook his head and said no.

This kid is quite interesting. Lin Hun didn't force himself on it, but asked a few other irrelevant questions, and gave Sangji a few euros. The little guy's face turned red with excitement.

"I need some black iron, where can I buy it?" As soon as this question came out, Sangji bit his lip and looked at Lin Huan with a slightly different look.

Lin Hun was not in a hurry, poured a glass of wine, pushed it in front of Sanji, poured a glass himself, and drank it all.

Sanji looked around, approached Lin Huan, and whispered, "Follow me." After saying that, he stood up and walked upstairs.

The first floor sells liquor, and the second floor sells weapons and intelligence. This is the standard configuration of many war brokers, especially for a family like Ushakov who dominates the land. It is a semi-open secret.

Lin Hun winked at Luffy, held the ticket in his hand, and followed Sangji upstairs. However, Sangji was still cautious, and the instructor aroused Lin Hun's curiosity.

"As the Ushakov family, do you also need to be so cautious?"

"Sir, your question goes beyond what I can answer." Sanchi turned around and answered seriously.

The dark world has its own set of survival rules. It is obvious that Sanchi deeply understands this and is a beneficiary of these rules. Although he is greedy for money, he does so in a wise way because he knows that being too greedy will only lead to his own destruction.

This path is feasible.

"You don't need to break the rules, just answer yes or no." Lin handed over a banknote. Sangji looked at the bartender who was cleaning the table nonchalantly, stretched out his hand but did not dare to take it.

"I'll give you the money for the drinks for that table in multiples of the questions you answer." Lin Hun knew that Sanji was embarrassed, so he simply collected the money and went upstairs with Sanji.

"There have been too many people from Zhepeng coming to buy weapons recently, and they have been targeted. There are agents from Russia, the United States, and some special people??"

"Yes." Sangji answered simply, with a relaxed expression. Lin Hun felt that his money was not worth it.

"Recently, a large number of mercenaries and pirates have been hired and entered the Arctic Ocean."

"Yes." Sanji's answer was still simple.

"The Ushakov family is also involved in the development of the Arctic Ocean."

But this time, Sanchi didn't answer.

"You are not a pure Russian, but of Chinese descent."

This question was so sudden that Sanji was taken aback for a moment. But he quickly regained his composure, "Yes, of Turgut origin. My full name is Zanzibar Ushakov."

"I'm not from Zhepeng, I'm from China." Lin Hun smiled at Sanji.

A big man in front blocked the way, "Chinese people are a gangster, of course I know it's you."

"Cole?" Sanchi raised his head and was stunned when he saw the person coming, his tongue was immediately tied, "I...he..."

Lin Hun measured the big man in front of him. A scar from head to mouth ruined the overall feeling, but his face was somewhat familiar. Although the Russians gave Lin Hun similar feelings, this man gave him a similar impression.

He had a kind feeling, although his instinct told Lin Hun that this person was dangerous.

"Cole? Vodka? Ushakov." Cole stretched out his arms and hugged Lin Huan fiercely.
Chapter completed!