The mouse could only smile brightly.
"Brother, I'll do whatever you say. I'm just a rough guy."
The mouse spoke with a thick country accent, which made people who heard it laugh, but in fact the mouse was secretly trying to clamp the blade in his hand around Jobtran's neck.
"I am not a person who gives up easily. Simply giving up is definitely not my style!"
The mouse who was being stared at by the boss thought so.
He was about to show off his prowess in front of everyone, when Joe Butran suddenly laughed.
"I suggest you put down the blade in your hand, but you can bet, which is faster, my gun or your knife?"
Upon hearing this, the mouse pretended to remain calm, chuckled, and let Jobtran carry him out through the back door.
The two of them looked like good friends, arm in arm, about to go outside to get some fresh air.
The female bartender stared at the skilled and courageous Jobtran, and began to worry about the fate of this outsider.
The thieves gathered around the table suddenly felt something was wrong. They looked at each other and then began to whisper.
"Boss, the rat isn't going to take it all and run away, is he? There are several ships that can leave Iceland recently."
"He can't run away. His old mother is still in the village. Although the mouse's work is not clean, he is a filial son and will not abandon his old mother and run away.
I guess he thought there were too many people inside and it would be hard to take action, so he took them out."
"Fatty, come out and take a look."
"Okay."
The man called Fatty had a silly smile on his face, and it seemed that no one could be on guard against him, but in fact, Fatty was the most ruthless of the group.
Hidden beneath his fat body are muscles that come from daily exercise. The worst thing is that the fat man used to be a black boxing player in the underground black market.
Anyone who can survive from that cannibalistic black boxing arena is a tough guy.
The fat man is proficient in grappling techniques. He grabs the opponent's joints at close range and uses his weight advantage to throw the opponent to the ground.
If a fat guy gets close to you, it will be easy for him to throw you down.
Joe Butran was not aware of this.
After he carried the mouse out through the back door, he pushed it against the wall.
"How many people are there in your group?"
Jobtran asked sternly.
The mouse, whose hands were caught by Jobtran, turned his eyes and tried to think of ways to get some words out of Jobtran's mouth.
“These few people have nothing to do with you, but our boss is known for being ruthless.
Are you worried about what will happen if you provoke us
Brother, if I were you, I would still have time to run away now."
When Jobtran heard this, he narrowed his eyes.
"There are six people sitting at the table, but there are eight cups. There should be two more people on their way, right?"
The mouse's heart trembled. He didn't expect that the other party could see through the details of their small gang.
The mouse smiled guiltily.
"When drinking, isn't it normal to have a few more cups?"
“This person is not easy to deal with, I don’t know where he came from.
They don't look like police officers. All the police officers here must have been bribed by us."
The mouse thought.
"I suggest you watch carefully for a while. You are a smart person."
As Jobtran tied up the mouse with a rope, he spoke to the mouse.
Jobtran stuffed the mouse into the trash can next to him, made sure the mouse couldn't move, then closed the lid, carefully leaving a small gap for him to watch the next show.
He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and waited quietly.
After a while, the fat man pushed the door open from the back door.
The fat man turned his head and looked, but found no trace of the mouse, only Joe Butran smoking alone.
"Where's the Rat Man? Where did you hide him?"
As the fat man spoke, he moved towards Joe Butran.
"No matter where the rat is, if you get within five steps of it, you can't escape."
The fat man thought so.
Without saying a word, Jobtran silently took out the flintlock from his pocket and pointed it at the fat man's forehead.
"Take one more step forward, and that bang will be the last sound you hear in your life."
The fat man narrowed his eyes and raised his hands high.
"I mean no harm, man."
Although he said this, the fat man did not stop. He was thinking about how to snatch the gun and then pin this unpleasant stranger to the ground and beat him up.
"Bang!"
A hot bullet brushed past the fat man's ear. The sudden loud noise made the fat man realize that the man in front of him was not easy to deal with.
A drop of cold sweat quietly slid down the fat man's forehead. Although he had fought in life-and-death battles in the arena several times, he was still frightened by the sound of gunfire.
"No! The boss is waiting for me to report back! Even if we can't find the monkey, we must catch this guy!"
The fat man's heart hardened and his eyes became sharp.
"The next shot is aimed at your head, why not give it a try?"
Jobtran said lazily.
The fat man stopped after hearing this, and bent his knees slightly, ready to fight and throw Jobtran to the ground.
Naturally, Jobtran noticed the fat man's actions out of the corner of his eye, but there was another person behind him who came out of the main door and was about to attack him from behind.
This man was naturally attracted by the gunshot, but this was also within Joe Butran's expectations.
He began to understand why the King in Yellow loved scripts. It really felt good to have everything under his control.
The man who came out from the main door is called Monkey. He is quite agile and a habitual burglar.
He held a small dagger in his hand, and if Joe Butler showed any weakness, he would stab him in the back.
The fat man naturally saw the monkey coming to pick him up, and he shouted,
"Now!"
He bent his knees and exerted force at the same time, and pounced towards Jobtran like a galloping wild boar. If he was knocked to the ground by this sturdy fat man, in addition to resisting his huge strength, he would also have to contend with his weight of nearly 200 kilograms!
A ferocious smile appeared on the fat man's face, and he vowed to beat the nasty bastard in front of him until even his own mother couldn't recognize him.
He opened his arms, trying to hug Jobtran and throw him to the ground.
Upon hearing this, the monkey behind Jobutran immediately trotted towards Jobutran's position and prepared to stab with the dagger in his hand.
The situation of being attacked from both sides is extremely unfavorable to Jobutran. The monkey was tied up in the trash can, and felt puzzled by the indifference on Jobutran's face.
"Why is this person so calm?"
Jobtran picked up the stack of wooden sticks beside him and ran a few steps towards the wall in front of him. Then he did a beautiful backflip and kicked the fat man on the back.
"What?!"
The fat man cried out in surprise. His feet were already off the ground, and there was nothing in the air to give him leverage, so this pounce would end up falling on his fellow monkey.
At the same time, Jobtran swung the long wooden stick in his hand and accurately knocked the knife out of the monkey's hand, so as to avoid a river of blood and cause trouble for the female bartender.
The fat man couldn't stop his lunge, and the two of them crashed into each other, causing the monkey to feel dizzy immediately.
"You should lose weight."
After saying this weakly, the monkey fainted.
The fat man climbed up from the monkey with an incredulous look on his face. At this time, Joe Butran had already stood behind the fat man and pointed a flintlock at his head.
"Don't move."
Joe Butron held his cigarette lazily in his mouth and spoke softly.
"Tell me your partner. There's another one in the dumpster. Then follow me in through the front door."
The fat man smiled bitterly and could only follow Jobtran's instructions. However, this man was better than him in both close combat ability and wisdom, so he had no reason to blame.
The fat man carried the unconscious monkey on his left shoulder, and then picked up the rat that was tied up like a dumpling from the trash can.
"Do you really want to do this?"
The fat man stopped in front of the main entrance of the bar and asked helplessly.
"What do you think?"
Jobtran replied coldly.
Several streetwalkers at the door were terrified by the scene. Joe Butran turned around and smiled at one of them.
"Miss, please call the local sheriff, thank you."
The street girl was so scared that she nodded like a woodpecker, and then immediately trotted out of the main entrance of the Ice Flame Bar.
They knew how powerful this fat man was. They usually had no way to deal with these customers who often sweated on them and then walked away with their pants pulled up. So they were naturally happy that someone would step forward to deal with this group of bullies.
The fat man pushed open the main door of the bar and walked in slowly.
The people in the bar fell silent as they reacted. Except for a few strangers who didn't understand what was going on, the local customers all looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Their eyes widened, and some even raised their glasses.
Joe Butron calmly walked out from behind the fat man and kicked the fat man's hind leg.
"Kneel down and put the two guys in your hands on the ground."
The fat man lowered his head in shame and fell to his knees with a thud.
Several people sitting at the booth stood up immediately, and one of them shouted at Joe Butran fiercely.
"You son of a bitch, are you here to mess things up?!"
"When did this place become your place?"
Joe Butran pointed the gun at the man, who was speechless for a moment.
"Stop talking nonsense! Just return our people to us!"
The man rolled up his sleeves, looking ready for a fight.
The drinkers had already hidden in the corner, ready to watch the fun.
They all knew that this group of bullies were not easy to deal with.
The leader was a well-known local gangster. He was drunk and his fists were clenched and shaking slightly.
He suppressed his anger and said to Joet Brown with a shy smile,
"Brother, I advise you not to mess around."
"Just start fighting, it will save you trouble."
When Joe Butron saw the boss's clenched fist, he knew that the other party was just delaying time.
He waved the long wooden stick he picked up. In his hand, the stick was like a sharp sword.
After a few moves, the violent men fell to the ground howling.
There were obvious bruises on every spot that was hit, and some places were even broken by Jobtran.
Seeing these bullies fall to the ground one by one, the onlookers applauded and cheered for Jobtran's heroic and decisive fight.
Jobtran dropped the stick in his hand, walked to the bar, and took out a few Icelandic kronor.
He turned to the drinkers in the Ice Flame Bar and said,
"This round is on my account! It's my treat!"
"Cheers to the Warriors!"
"Cheers to the Warriors!"
The drinkers raised their glasses excitedly and saluted Jobtran.
The police officers who arrived late showed embarrassed expressions when they saw the bullies falling to the ground one by one. They usually received a lot of care from the bullies.
Seeing this, Joe Butran sneered.
"Send your leader to see me."
After saying that, Jobtrul showed the wolf-level investigator medal hidden in his pocket.
Seeing the puzzled looks on the two police officers' faces, I knew they couldn't recognize the origin of the medal.
Joe Butran shook his head, not expecting that there would be a problem at this stage.
He walked up to the two police officers and pulled out another document to prove his identity.
An identity document that the FBI had arranged in advance for Jobtran. This document was a pass that would allow anyone in any country with a FBI branch to assist in their work.
The two police officers stared at each other after reading this.
"Sir, please wait a moment."
One of them ran out quickly, jumped on his horse, and rushed to the police station to ask the leader to come over.
The other one said hello to Joe Butran helplessly.
"Sir, even if these people are arrested, they will be released soon.
We turn a blind eye to petty theft.
Who told them that their boss is our director's cousin? "
"That's fine. Let's talk about it when your leader comes."
Jobtran replied calmly.
This was also within Jobtran's calculations. If they didn't have connections, how dare these people be so rampant
After a while, a middle-aged man in uniform and with a slightly out of shape came to the Ice Flame Bar.
That was the chief of the local police station.
He was sweating profusely, obviously very anxious after the interrogation, and rushed over here without stopping.
He immediately spotted Joe Butran next to the police officer, so he bent over and came over to greet him.
"Sir, these bullies accidentally bumped into you, please forgive me."
"No, it was my fault."
Joe Butron held up the wine glass and took a sip.
The director's smile froze when he heard this.
"So, sir, what are you going to do with them?"
"I want you to make these guys swear in the name of the nature elves and Odin that they will never cause trouble in the Ice Flame Bar."
Joe Butron said this in front of the female bartender.
The director turned around and glared at his cousin, the useless guy was still lying on the ground howling.
"Do it now, my lord. Do it now."
The director bowed flatteringly to Jobtran.
Turn around and kick.
"Get up! Stop pretending to be dead!"
The Director cursed.
This useless cousin has never done a single day of proper work except for causing trouble.
If it weren't for the fact that his deceased parents once took care of him, she wouldn't have allowed him to act recklessly for so long.
This is also a lesson for him.
"Did you hear everything? Stand up and swear! Use your real name! Don't use an alias to fool me!"
The director pointed at the group of people who were climbing up from the ground and cursed.
Except for the monkey who fainted, everyone swore an oath, and then a subtle fluctuation appeared in the air.
It was like there were invisible children jumping around the bar and taking small items from every table.
Peanuts, keys, change, even a cup.
Seeing this, the people in the bar shouted,
"The elves are coming! The elves are coming!"
They seemed to be familiar with elves. The man whose keys were stolen even took out another set of spare keys from his pocket and showed them to everyone.
The man showed a smile that came from the heart, as if it was a great honor to have something taken away by the elf.
When Joet Brown saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face.
"The spirit of nature is really interesting."