Conrad walked into the tavern without looking back.
"This guy is always like this."
Samuel looked at the door of the tavern and shook his head helplessly, "I'll ask him to come out."
It was only the first day of the mission, and Samuel didn't want the team to become too tense.
Logan turned to look at Joshel on the other side.
At this time, Joshel didn't seem to care about what was happening in front of him. He stood still on the spot, holding his hands on his chest, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Logan thought for a moment, then grabbed Samuel who was about to enter the tavern, "I'll go."
Samuel was stunned, then looked back at Logan worriedly, "With his character, he won't listen to you."
He knew that the reason why Conrad was so irritable today was because Logan occupied his position as the team leader.
Logan went in to call him, but instead of being able to call him out, it might even aggravate the conflict...
But Logan ignored him, pushed open the door of the tavern, and strode in.
The light in the pub was dim, and many people gathered together, drinking beer and chatting quietly.
Conrad was sitting alone in front of the bar. He seemed to be familiar with the front desk of the tavern. Half of the drink in his hand was already gone, and he was chatting with the front desk in a low voice.
Logan walked over to Conrad and sat down, raised a finger and said to the front desk: "Man, a glass of wine."
Conrad glanced at Logan and didn't speak. He just turned his body slightly and continued to drink heavily.
The front desk also handed a large glass of beer to Logan.
Logan glanced at Conrad and raised the glass, "After drinking this glass, come back with me. This place is too messy and we must ensure the safety of the goods!"
He knew that Conrad wanted to get into the Lawrence family, but Logan was not interested in this. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and get his salary.
After speaking, Logan raised his glass and drank the full glass of beer in one gulp.
"Old man, what are you worried about? I have been running this road for three years, and there have never been any accidents with the goods I escorted!"
Conrad looked at Logan with a cold snort. He really didn't know what was going on in Chris's head to let a sixty-year-old coward be their leader.
If something unexpected happened, this guy might be frightened to death by the gunshot!
Logan didn't want to respond too much to Conrad's disdainful attitude. Years of being on the run had taught him how to avoid complications.
"I just want to complete the task as soon as possible, take the money and leave."
Logan made it clear that he would not stay in this so-called team leader position for too long and would leave after the mission was over, hoping to make Conrad let go of his grudge against him.
However, Logan's tolerance made Conrad even more disdainful.
Conrad took another gulp of wine and snorted: "If you want money, then follow my rules and have a good night's sleep here!"
Logan stared at him coldly, his expression gradually becoming colder.
Blindly tolerating seems unable to change this arrogant guy, so when necessary, you can only use force appropriately!
"I'll give you three seconds to make a choice."
Logan started counting directly, "One..."
As for Logan's dangerous look, Conrad was not afraid at all. Instead, he showed a joking look on his face and counted for Logan provocatively, "Two, three, four, five, six..."
Bang!
Before Conrad could finish counting, a fist as hard as steel hit him instantly.
The severe pain in his face turned Conrad's countdown into a scream. He leaned back and fell heavily to the ground. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
"I'm the team leader for this mission. You should rein in your bad temper and follow my arrangements. This time is just a warning. I don't want a next time!"
Logan stared coldly at Conrad on the ground and put away his waving fist.
"Damn it! Old man, how dare you sneak up on me!"
Conrad stood up with an angry face. The sudden heavy blow made his vision blurry. He felt a moistness under his lips. When he reached out and touched it, his palms were covered with scarlet nosebleeds.
He stared at Logan, his muscular body making him look like an angry brown bear.
Regarding being knocked down by Logan in a sneak attack, he didn't think it was because of how strong Logan was, he just felt that he was careless. If it was a head-on battle, this old man would definitely not be his opponent!
He clenched his fists and raised his hands to swing at Logan. The bulging muscles of his arms showed that he used all his strength in this punch. If he was a normal sixty-year-old man, he would be able to punch Logan at this time. It is basically impossible to survive under the punch.
Regarding Logan's sneak attack, Conrad was obviously extremely angry. Under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were filled with furious anger!
Whoops!
However, Logan didn't give the mercenary any face at all. He stretched out his palm and grabbed Conrad's arm like an iron pincer. With a gorgeous over-the-shoulder throw, he directly hit this guy who looked as strong as a brown bear. on the wine table next to him.
Bang!
The wine table shattered instantly, and the cracked wood pieces scattered on the ground.
In an instant, the tavern was completely quiet. Everyone looked over and were stunned to see that Logan, who looked sixty years old, could throw Conrad over his shoulder.
The bartender at the front desk was also stunned for a moment, his face instantly darkened, and he yelled loudly: "Let's fight outside, fighting is prohibited in the pub!"
At the same time, several young men with sticks ran out from the backstage and surrounded Logan.
"Don't worry, I will compensate for the damage here. This is just our private matter."
Surrounded by so many people, Logan's mood did not fluctuate at all. He used the rag in front of the bar to wipe off the blood on his fists.
"Ahem."
Conrad also stood up from the ground and stared at Logan angrily. Such an attack actually did no real harm to the former mercenary, but being so humiliated by an old man made the anger in his heart burn to the extreme.
"I don't need you here, I can handle it myself!"
Conrad spoke to the circle of young people.
After finishing speaking, he looked at Logan fiercely, "Okay, old man, since you don't want to live, then I won't be polite. If you have the ability, we'll see you outside!"
After speaking, Conrad wiped the blood on his face, turned around and strode out of the tavern.
Logan didn't want to get into trouble with the tavern, so he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it on the bar, treating it as the price of the drink and the money to pay for the table, and then strode out of the tavern.
In order to make Conrad obedient in subsequent tasks, it seems that a lesson is indispensable.
Fortunately, although his body is far inferior to that of his youth, it is still more than enough to deal with a mercenary.
As soon as he walked out of the tavern, Conrad picked up a steel pipe from the ground, turned around and swung it at Logan's head without hesitation.
There was no wave on Logan's face. He stretched out his hand and grasped the steel pipe firmly in his hand. Then he pulled hard and the steel pipe was snatched away from him.
Conrad was stunned for a moment, and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
He was very confident in his own strength. With this stick, steel could be bent directly.
But Logan was able to block it directly with one hand, and even snatched his own steel pipe away!
How is it possible? How could this old man be so strong!
Conrad's eyes widened and he stared at Logan.
He couldn't believe that an old man over fifty years old had such strength!
"What are you doing!"
There was a sudden explosion, and Samuel and Joshier strode towards this side. When they saw the two men at war with each other, they also saw the blood stains on Conrad's face. They realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to kill him. The two pulled apart.
"What happened? How come the fight started in just a few minutes!"
Samuel took the steel pipe from Logan's hand and threw it aside. His face was full of worry and a little surprised at the same time.
He could see that Conrad seemed to be at a disadvantage in this conflict.
Logan did not respond to Samuel, but just stared at Conrad coldly, "I am the leader of this mission. If you still act without permission, I don't mind maiming you before you go on the road!"
At this time, Conrad was obviously still surprised by Logan's power, but he still refused to admit defeat and snorted coldly: "Old man, if you have the guts, just give it a try!"
Samuel and Qiao Shier only felt overwhelmed and stopped them tightly, fearing that the conflict would escalate.
"Stop talking!"
Samuel tried to dissuade him. Such a thing happened on the first day of the mission. He really couldn't imagine what kind of friction there would be in the following days.
Bang! !
Just as the two were trying to dissuade Logan and Samuel respectively, a harsh collision sound suddenly sounded.
Several people were startled and quickly turned their heads to look.
I saw a small dent in the rear of a truck parked on the side of the road. The culprit was a black car that crashed into it.
"Damn it!"
Samuel and Josh looked at the smashed rear of the truck, and ignored Logan and Conrad, and quickly ran towards the truck.
The task this time is not to mediate disputes, the goods on the truck are the top priority!
Logan and Conrad looked at each other, put aside their disputes temporarily, and stepped forward together.
"Why are you driving so big a truck that you can't see it?"
Logan asked loudly at the two people who got out of the car.
"Sorry, sorry."
These were two black men, both very muscular. After getting off the car, they kept apologizing to Logan and the others. Their words had a very strong accent and they sounded like Mexicans.
"Don't worry, we'll pay for the repairs. It was just an accident."
One of them, Old Mo, reached into his pocket as if to take out money, his face was very sincere.
"Of course!" Samuel stared at the rear of the truck and said angrily: "The bumper has been smashed, and the repair costs are quite high!"
"Well, don't worry, money is just a small problem."
The two old Mo's looked at each other and smiled. The next moment, the old Mo who seemed to be paying the money suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket. What was in his hand was a shiny black pistol instead of a banknote!
Bang! !
Old Mo raised his gun and fired without hesitation.
The expressions of several people suddenly changed. Samuel looked at the fire from the muzzle of the gun, and his brain suddenly shut down, unable to make any reaction at all.
On the other side, Logan felt his scalp numb. His sharp intuition made him react almost subconsciously. He jumped up suddenly and instantly knocked down the three people around him.
In the flash of lightning, the high-speed rotating bullets carried blazing fireworks, almost grazing against Logan's back.
The cheap suit he was wearing was torn out in an instant.
A clear blood mark was left on the solid back.