Chapter 12 Reaching the Destination?

"Are we there yet?" Fang Senyan nimbly stepped out of the taxi. This was indeed a complex area, with a maze of streets and alleys. Most of the shops on both sides were abandoned, and the few pedestrians were wrapped in coats, hurrying along with pale, gaunt faces. Drug addicts were a common sight. One could only imagine the desolate, eerie, and sinister atmosphere after nightfall. No wonder Hothina could hide behind a telephone pole and observe the Contractor's secrets without being silenced.

Fang Senyan had come here for the sake of that hook-nosed man, Doolittle.

When Hothina was tracking Doolittle, the latter shouldn't have noticed. Considering the circumstances at the time: it was raining, cold and damp, and he had just completed a very important research project. Both publicly and privately, Doolittle's best option would have been to take a taxi home.

Now, this place seemed to be a maze of roads, and the police presence in this dirty, chaotic, urban-rural fringe area was relatively weak, so hiding here was indeed a good choice.

Back then, fbi should have learned of Doolittle's whereabouts, so they ambushed him here. However, the power behind this guy was completely unexpected by the fbi agents, and they were all killed.

More importantly, Fang Senyan noticed the location where Doolittle was ambushed.

On the street.

For the police, if they had a choice, choosing this place for an ambush would definitely not be a good idea, whether considering the social impact, the escape of the perpetrator, or the certainty of evidence and other off-site factors.

If the police had found Doolittle's lair, then the ambush site would definitely have been placed in his home. There was no doubt about that.

This undoubtedly meant one thing: that the fbi who ambushed Doolittle back then probably hadn't found his lair either. They probably only discovered his presence in this area temporarily through surveillance or informant reports, so they hastily set up an ambush here.

According to Fang Senyan's estimation, after his subordinates died strangely here, the fbi must have been furious and conducted a frantic sweep of this area. If Doolittle's lair wasn't discovered during the sweep, then after his backer, the Contractor, left this world, Doolittle would undoubtedly continue to use this place. The reason behind this was self-evident...

Therefore, Fang Senyan believed that if he was lucky, he could find a hideout that Doolittle had used and obtain a lot of clues. If he was extremely lucky, he might even be able to block this mysterious guy in his lair. He looked around, and Mogansha, who was chewing on a cigar, looked around and said, "There's a bar over there, maybe we should go for a drink?"

Fang Senyan looked at the bar, which had a neon sign crudely outlining a naked woman, and felt that this place, where people from all walks of life mixed, was very complicated, but should also be able to yield a lot of good information. He nodded and walked in with Mogansha.

The bar reeked of a musty smell, which was temporarily masked by the smell of strong alcohol, but it would be very uncomfortable to smell it for a while. It was obviously some time before the peak hours for customers, so the lights inside were bright to facilitate the cleaning of the few waitresses.

Like all bars of this era, there were two pool tables inside. The felt on them had faded, the surfaces of the billiard balls were full of scratches, and the cues even had cracks and embedded black dirt.

Around the pool tables were a few long-haired, tattooed men, flaunting their pectoral muscles and arms, looking over with provocative and wary eyes. One guy with a flamboyant gesture even showed a lewd glint in his eyes, blew a smoke ring at Fang Senyan from afar, then drank the wine in front of him and turned the glass upside down on the table.

Ever since being called "Black Beauty" last time, Mogansha had been brooding over the matter. Seeing this, he immediately said to Fang Senyan with glee, "Boss, it looks like someone is admiring your beauty."

Fang Senyan glanced at Mogansha. Just as he was about to speak, a prostitute with a silver-haired Britney Spears imitation hairstyle walked over, holding a cigarette, and said, "Hi, gentlemen, are you here for a drink or looking for some fun?"

Fang Senyan smiled, then casually sat down at the table next to him. He noticed that the tables here were wooden and clean round tables, with Halloween pumpkin-shaped ornaments hanging next to them.

"I'm here to give away money."

Fang Senyan once again resorted to a money offensive, which was undoubtedly a very simple and effective tool. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that people would weave lies for profit, but for Fang Senyan, it wasn't difficult to discern these lies under his sharp eyes. So when two guys who came to lie and cheat for money clutched their broken hands and groaned in pain next to them, no one dared to risk it.

After getting nothing, Fang Senyan and his companion left the bar and ran to another bar, just like hardworking worker bees running between flowers. After changing several bars, the bar owner finally stopped Fang Senyan: "Hey, stranger, come here."

Fang Senyan walked over and leaned against the simple bar. Next to him was a curled-up poster and a pay phone. The owner was a bearded man, wiping the glass with a towel, and casually said: "I heard you were asking about the whereabouts of a hook-nosed cripple? His heart seems to have problems too?"

"That's right," Fang Senyan said simply.

The bartender said slowly: "I do know a guy with a hook nose. He only drinks soda water when he comes here to find women. I saw him take medicine for his heart, but his legs are healthy, not a cripple."

Fang Senyan's heart moved, and he threw out a stack of banknotes: "I'm very interested."

The bartender smiled contentedly when he got the money: "This guy is very popular with the girls under my command, first because he is generous enough, and second because he is lazy enough in bed."

Mogansha immediately became interested: "Lazy in bed? What do you mean?"

The bartender said with a lewd expression: "This guy's vitality is very strong, but because of his heart problems, he has to avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible. So, every time he asks a girl out, he just lies down and lets them rock on top of him. So every time the girls who go out with him are so tired that their backs ache and their legs hurt, and they keep cursing and scolding, but there's nothing they can do. Next time this guy comes to pick someone, they still rush to go, because this guy is at least very generous and quick to pay."

Mogansha beamed: "This guy really knows how to enjoy himself, I must try it next time..."

Fang Senyan looked at the bartender and said, "So where does he live?"

The bartender shrugged: "Hell, I only sell cigarettes and alcoholic beverages, not police station recorders. Go ask those girls, they should know some relevant details."

"Where are your girls?" Fang Senyan said lightly.

"Order a brandy, sit here and drink it, then my girls should all come to work."

Next was waiting, the most annoying waiting.

This time, Fang Senyan finally won the favor of the goddess of luck and received a rich reward - although this guy went to small hotels every time, one prostitute had seen him buy medicine at a certain pharmacy and then walk into a certain alley!

Just as Fang Senyan was about to immediately follow the clues after obtaining this information, the bar door was suddenly pushed open, and a person walked in. This person was the hook-nosed man, his eyes gloomy, and his lips and skin showing an obvious cyanosis.

As soon as he appeared, the bartender and the prostitutes all looked at him with a very strange look, then looked at Fang Senyan and his party.

There was no doubt that the person involved came to patronize the prostitutes' business again today...

Encountering this kind of thing, Fang Senyan also sighed in his heart that his luck today was really good, gave Mogansha a wink to be careful, then laughed and stood up, walking towards the guy.

Under the other party's puzzled gaze, Fang Senyan smiled and said, "Mr. Doolittle?"

The guy trembled all over, but said nonchalantly: "What are you talking about?"

Then something unexpected happened. The next second, Doolittle actually took out a large-caliber M500 pistol and pulled the trigger at Fang Senyan! A shot hit Fang Senyan's chest!

Fang Senyan staggered back a few steps, looking at the M500 pistol, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart, because when he first entered the Terminator world, he relied on such a powerful weapon to break out of the sky, but he didn't expect to see a similar weapon again today, but it was basically useless to him.

After Doolittle fired a shot, he saw that Fang Senyan was still standing there as if nothing had happened, his pupils had shrunk, and he immediately wanted to make the next move, but at this time Fang Senyan had already taken a step in front of him and smiled: "Mr. Doolittle, my patience is limited."

Unexpectedly, Doolittle's performance at this time was even more surprising. When he saw the expression on Fang Senyan's face, he suddenly showed a look of ecstasy: "You... you can actually smile?? Those damn Terminator monsters have no expression program, which means you are a new model, or not a Terminator at all. And you can withstand the frontal bombardment of the M500 and still talk to me like this, so you shouldn't be those fbi idiots, are you those outsiders with superpowers??"

There was no doubt that Doolittle's reaction was beyond Fang Senyan's expectations, but for him, what was important was that although the success was extremely tortuous and he had suffered all the hardships, he finally found this guy hidden behind the scenes, so no matter what, it was good news.