Chapter 4 pocket deal

As usual, the Black Cat Bar was packed with customers who came to drink.But unlike usual, these guests were very quiet, and no one seemed to dare to make any noise.It turned out that the notorious McCaughey Lord was also drinking here, and he was just released today after five years in prison. It was here that McCausin Rhodes fell into the law, and it was Sergeant Fernandez who personally arrested him.In prison, Rhodes gnashed his teeth every day and swore that he would settle accounts with Sergeant Fernandez after he was released from prison. Now, he finally waited for this day. When Sergeant Fernandez stepped into the Black Cat Bar, he also smelled this unusual smell.So he walked over to the bar and asked what was going on. The bar owner greeted him with a sad face and said, "Here Rhodes is, he's drinking over there."

Sergeant Fernandez shrugged, pretending to be calm and said: "He is just an insignificant figure, how dare he do anything to me?" The boss opened a bottle of wine, handed it to Fernandez, and said, "Be careful!" "Don't worry, I've been very cautious, what did Rhodes say?" "He didn't say anything about you." "Unless he commits an illegal act, I cannot take action against him," Sheriff Fernandez said. "By then, I'm afraid it will be too late." The boss said worriedly. "I understand that, thank you for your reminder." Fernandez took a sip of beer. The beer, which was clear and dry in the past, felt bland in his mouth today.That had nothing to do with the wine, but with his mood.

The release of McCaughey Lord from prison is really bad news for Fernandez.Five years in prison did not change McCausin Lord's murderous nature, but five years made Fernandez change himself. Now he is gray at the temples, fat and slow.The chronic diseases brought about by old age followed him like a shadow.The old sheriff's skills are no longer flexible, and he is suspicious all day long.He thought: "It's fifty-five years old, it's really old." At this time, the boss leaned closer to his ear and said to him, "Look over there, Rhode's younger brother just came in."

Fernandez subconsciously reached for his waist and touched his sidearm.Because he knew that Rhodes' younger brother was the same as Rhodes, and they were also full of deep-seated hatred for him. He finished the glass of beer, and when the boss looked at him questioningly, he waved his hand and said, "I can't drink any more, I want to go home." "Be careful on the road!" Fernandez nodded and left the bar. When he walked out, he felt that the atmosphere in the bar was indeed very tense, and it was about to explode.The eyes of every guest seemed to be focused on him, except for Brother Rhodes who was sitting at a table in the corner—they thought about themselves as if no one else was around.Fernandez breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and walked out of the bar door.

It was pitch black outside, he had never seen such a dark night before, he settled down and walked into the night. After walking for a while, a car drove up behind without turning on the lights.Fernandez looked back. Through the faint starlight, he seemed to see a man driving the car... Could it be McCaughey Lord? He stood where he was, ready for any possible attack. There was no movement, and the car passed him and drove away. Only then did he feel that he was already dripping with sweat, and his stomach was convulsed with tension.It appears to have dodged a bullet.Not daring to delay, he hurried to his car parked nearby, started the car, and drove home.All the way, he was sure no one was following him.

When he walked through the door, he was relieved by the warmth and familiarity of the home. At this time, the phone in the house rang. When he finished answering the phone, his daughter Maria was still busy in the kitchen. He said to Maria, "I'm going out now." "It's so late? Is there anything important?" "No, it's just a little thing." "When will you come back?" "Don't worry, I'll be back soon," he replied.But even he didn't seem to believe his own words. He even began to doubt whether he could come back, because the phone call made him terrified.

The call came from a man named Sancho. Fernandez knew the man, who had been an "informant" for the police before.However, dealing with this kind of people is very dangerous, if not done well, they will be betrayed by them... Sergeant Fernandez came to the Blue Moon restaurant near the police station as scheduled, and Sancho had been waiting for a long time.Fernandez pretended not to know him, sat down at a table to his left, and ordered a cup of coffee. When the coffee was served, Fernandez asked softly while drinking the coffee: "What's the matter?" Sancho looked around vigilantly, then raised the glass to his lips, made a cover-up motion, and said softly: "There is a man named Quentin in St. Louis. He has something and wants to show you."

Fernandez nodded to show he understood.Sancho then put down his glass, slipped off the stool, and walked towards the door.Fernandez sat motionless in his seat, but he watched Sancho's back disappear outside the door from the mirror behind the bar.Fernandez began to hesitate—couldn't this be a trap set by Rhodes? He hurriedly chased out the door, wanting to ask Sancho again, but Sancho had already disappeared. Fernandez chewed on Sancho's words as he walked to his car.He knew that St. Louis was a small town in the mountains.But who was Quentin?It seems that I have never heard of this name before.

It seems that the only way to uncover this secret is to go to St. Louis to find out.When he was young, Fernandez was fearless, but now that he is old, he has become hesitant.However, at last he overcame his uneasiness, started the car, and drove towards Saint-Louis. Fernandez drove continuously on the dark mountain road for four hours, and in the distance, St. Louis appeared in front of him.St. Louis is an unremarkable town, but it is well-known as a drug trading place. Fernandez carefully parked the car in the square in the center of the town.The square was empty.He got out of the car and turned around, only to see that the lights of the two bars near the square were still on, and there was a lot of noise coming from inside.

He lit a cigarette and walked across the square to a bar.It was a cold night in the mountains, so he wrapped his coat tightly and stepped into the bar. I saw a group of men standing leaning against the bar.They glanced at him and went back to drinking. "Mezcal," he told the waiter. The waiter poured him a glass of wine, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sir, what else do you need?" "Do you know a man named Quentin?" "He usually hangs out at 'Green Parrot.'" "Thank you." Fernandez drank the wine in his glass and walked outside the bar.

"Green Parrot" is the name of another bar.Fernandez thought, "Quentin's there...could Rhodes be there too?" Fernandez wanted to back down.He looked at his car and thought: "It's not too late to go back now. There are still daughters and granddaughters waiting at home. If I continue to venture to the 'Green Parrot', I'm afraid it will be bad luck." Thinking of this, he Feel very frustrated. He walked towards the car, but stopped halfway.If he goes back now, it means that he has been defeated by the fear in his heart.No!Definitely can't go back!Fernandez turned and walked towards the "green parrot". Four men in sombreroes were playing cards at the Green Parrot, and it was not difficult to see from their clothes that they were a group of rough country people. "Sir, what would you like?" A waiter called to him. Another glass of mezcal?right!Another drink, it doesn't hurt. "Mezcal," he said. At this time, an old man sitting in the corner of the bar stood up and walked towards the bar.All Fernandez heard was a sharp clicking sound—the sound of a blind man's cane hitting the floor. A trembling hand touched the bar. "Welcome to St. Louis, sir," said the old man tremblingly. "Thank you," Fernandez said. The waiter hurriedly explained to Fernandez: "He judged from the sound of your footsteps that you are a guest from other places." The old blind man smiled and said, "For me, the world is always night. Here in St. Louis is a small town, and I care about all the guests who come here." Fernandez asked the waiter to pour the blind man a glass too. The blind man gulped it down and said in a low voice, "Besides you, there is a stranger in town tonight." Fernandez hurriedly asked, "Did he call himself Quentin?" "Yes, he said his name was Quentin." "I came to St. Louis to see him." "I reckon you'd better not see me, sir. He might be a liar, or he might be a policeman, we can't tell." "If you don't enter the tiger's lair, how can you find tiger cubs." "Have you a weapon, then, sir?" "Don't worry, I'll be careful." "That's all very well, but be careful," said the blind man. "In St. Louis it's full of intrigues and treachery, so don't trust people lightly. Someone sells you something, and he'll call the police. You'll be arrested on the way down." "I'm willing to take a chance," Sheriff Fernandez said. "Good luck, sir." After speaking, the blind man smiled and turned away. The sound of his crutches hitting the ground became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared outside the gate. Just as Fernandez was in a daze, a card player stood up from the table and walked over drunk.He staggered and suddenly slammed into Fernandez's arms.Before the Sheriff could speak, he raised the brim of his sombrero in apology—to the Sheriff's surprise, the drunk's eyes were bright and sober. "Are you waiting for someone?" the man asked. Fernandez nodded nervously. "Follow me outside, someone will contact you." He followed the man out of the bar, and at some point a person was lying on the bench in the square.The man in the bar blew a whistle, and the man stood up immediately, nodding to Fernandez. "Come with me, sir," said the man on the bench. Fernandez followed him.They took a winding road to the edge of the town, and at last they came to a rough house with a thatched roof. Fernandez looked carefully at the house, and at some point, the guide left and disappeared into the darkness.Now everything is silent and there is no light in the house. He began to feel uneasy-if he hurried back to the car parked in the square at this time, he still had a chance to escape to a safe place-but he would never do it. Fernandez opened the door and went in, only to see a rough table and some old chairs in the room.Sitting at one side of the table was a man smoking a cigarette—it must have been Quentin.Quentin nodded to Fernandez, and noticing the bead of sweat on the sheriff's forehead, he said, "You must have driven a long way." "It's really long," Fernandez replied.At this time, he noticed a canvas bag on the table.He couldn't help frowning, full of doubts in his heart. "I want to make a deal with you, sir," said Quentin. "Is it in this pocket?" "Could there be anything else?" Fernandez frowned. Quentin smiled and said, "Maybe you want something else, but let me tell you, this bag is marijuana. If you're not interested in that..." "I'm interested." "Great! But I guess you'd like to test it yourself, don't you?" Quentin casually pushed the canvas bag in front of the sheriff. However, the vigilant Sergeant Fernandez did not open the bag rashly.He asked Quentin, "Do you know who I am? Who told you to wait for me here? McCaughey Lord?" Quentin was silent. "Where's McCaughey Lord?" "Who is McCaughey Lord?" "You really don't know him? Then what's in this cloth bag?" "I swear, I don't know." "Then untie the rope and show me." "No! I can't do that." "You really don't know McCaughey Lord?" "I really don't know him." Quentin said, but touched his waist. Seeing that the situation was critical, Fernandez decided to preemptively, drew his gun and shot.Two bullets hit Quentin accurately in the chest, and he fell to the ground covered in blood. At this time, only the sound of footsteps sounded outside.Fernandez hastily aimed his pistol at the door—it was McCaughey Lord with the gun who rushed into the house.Sheriff Fernandez pulled the trigger again, and finally everything calmed down... Fernandez wiped the cold sweat from his forehead to calm down.He walked up to the two bodies, touched them with his foot to make sure they were dead, and turned to the table and the canvas bag. What's in it?He undid the strap carefully, then stepped back quickly to see what would happen. Nothing happened. Empty bag? No, something seemed to be wriggling inside.He held his breath, wanting to see what McCossin Rhodes had prepared to deal with him? The canvas bag was moving, and a poisonous snake poked its head out of the bag, raised its head and spit out a red core at the sheriff. Sheriff Fernandez was shocked.