On the side of the street near the suburbs of Kandahar, there is a small bar with no signature open.

Merlin was sitting behind the bar, waving a metal wine pot in his hand. With the blessing of his dexterous fingers and keen senses, the silver wine pot was waving in his hand as if it had life.

The drunken guys in front of him were a little dazzled.

"Bang"

With a light sound, Merlin placed the wine pot in his hand on the clean counter. He twisted the wine pot and poured the blue and green liquid into the goblet, then put a piece of lemon on it, and pushed it to the guy wearing a half-old vest and an old assault rifle wrapped around his feet.

"Your 'confusion'."

Merlin picked up the handkerchief at her hand, wiped her fingers, and said to the half-drunk guy:

"And, $20, thank you for patronizing."

"Well, this is great."

At night, the militants who had sneaked out to have fun picked up their wine glasses, drank them, and then let out a comfortable and pleasant moan.

Under Merlin's gaze, he muttered something, flipped left and right in his pocket, and finally took out a stack of wrinkled banknotes and placed them in front of Merlin.

“Uh, that’s all.”

The guy said with his eyes drifting:

"This time the wine money, and the last time, and the last time."

Merlin stretched out two fingers with a little disgusting, pinched the banknote, and threw it into the counter. He lay bored on the table and said to the drunkard in front of him:

"You sneaked out to drink again. Wouldn't your superior punish you?"

"Punishment? Ha, who will punish me?"

The drunkard said with a hint of loss and despair:

"My chief was killed by a sniper yesterday, exactly the same as the superior chief died. Now I have been elected as the leader. Those damn Americans are like crazy. To be honest, I don't know if I can survive tomorrow."

"Look out."

Merlin comforted the militants in front of him. He took a wine glass from behind, poured it on, added ice, and pushed it to the disappointed guy. He said:

"I'll treat you to this cup. I guess you will definitely be able to survive for a long time."

"Thank you, Yuri."

The expression on the half-drunk guy's face immediately became joyful. He picked up the wine glass, raised it towards Merlin, and drank the wine in the glass.

His eyes were completely confused.

Under the influence of alcohol, his unresolute will became shaky again.

Oh, by the way, as for "Yuri", that's Merlin's disguise name here.

"Yuri, you're really a good friend."

The drunk militants stammered and said to Merlin:

"If there was no war, I would definitely invite you to my house. Invite you to meet my family and have a meal together. The lamb made by my Mia is the best food in the world, and my two loveliest children."

"Oh? This is the first time I heard that you have family."

Merlin said to the guy in front of him like a chat:

"Where are they now? Your wife, and your children."

"Dead."

The drunk guy was like talking about something ordinary, his tone was fluctuating:

"A month ago, I was killed by an American bomb. I was the only one left, Merlin, there are no living people in my village."

""

Merlin was silent for a moment, and he poured another glass of wine for the guy in front of him, and he said:

"Sad."

"Nothing, haha, Yuri, nothing."

The guy picked up the wine glass without hesitation and said to Merlin:

"I will die too, maybe soon, and then we will be reunited. Before that, I will fight, like a man, and hiccup with those damn Americans. This wine is really good!"

"You've drunk too much."

Merlin straightened his body and said to the guy who was completely drunk:

"You should go back and rest. Also, what I ask you to inquire about."

"I found out."

The drunken militant in front of Merlin said unsuspectingly:

"I saw the badge you showed me. I saw it once in the mountainous area south of Kandahar when I was following the convoy to deliver weapons a few days ago. There were many people, many weapons, and they hid in the mountains and fought with the Americans. They were all heroes."

“The mountains in the south?”

Merlin nodded and said:

"I understand, thank you for your sharing. OK, you really should go back. If it's too late, your team members will rush into my poor bar and drag you back."

"I know, I know."

At Merlin's urging, the guy grabbed the assault rifle with cloth wrapped around his feet, and he walked crookedly towards the door of the small bar. I don't know if he remembered something sad, but he also pulled out his voice and cried while walking.

His spirit had long collapsed under the blow of his family's death, and what he is alive now is just a cold body.

It was said to be for revenge, but Merlin guessed that the poor man who lost everything in the war might be alive just for the sake of living.

This is normal. After all, most people are just ordinary people. They do not have the will and the power. Under the promotion of hatred, they turn themselves into an Avenger.

A few minutes later, a gunshot came from outside the door, and there were also screams of pedestrians.

Merlin continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand, and the dark sense spread out. Outside the bar, on the other street, his guests were lying there, blood flowing all over the ground, and his head was broken by a flying bullet.

He is dead.

As he said, it was exactly the same as his superiors and the previous superiors.

Maybe it was because alcohol numbed his body and made him unable to fight back, maybe it was because he didn't notice the existence of the sniper at all.

Anyway, he is dead.

He may not be a good person, but now he can finally reunite with his family.

Merlin shook his head, looking at the wine glass that was wiped clean in his hand, and after a moment, he threw the wine glass into the trash can.

It seemed as if the very clean wine glass was stained with blood.

Merlin lay on the bar and continued to wait for the next guest to arrive.

This small bar was opened 3 months ago. It is very small, with a house facing the street, with several tables and chairs inside, and a few chairs beside the bar.

Behind Merlin is a wooden wine cabinet filled with local and foreign wines.

To be honest, it is a very stupid and eye-catching thing to open a bar in a *** country. Merlin didn't intend to do this, but the changes were always faster than the plan. The sudden change in this country within a few months completely ruined Fury and Merlin's original plan.

But he soon had a new plan.

The small bar has had a good business in the past month, which was expected by Merlin. After all, when both sides are in an increasingly fierce war, the soldiers need a place to relieve their emotions.

An environment that is mixed with fish and dragons can always attract all kinds of people. People from different places carry different news. It is very fragmented news, but by putting it together bit by bit, you can finally get a complete puzzle.

Merlin is not in a hurry. It is useless to be anxious for the current situation.

More than ten minutes later, another wave of guests came to the small bar in Merlin, which didn't even have a name, but they didn't come to drink.

"Save him, Yuri."

A middle-aged man covered in blood shouted in a pleading tone. Behind him, several young men carried an injured old man with the door panel, and his abdomen was bleeding constantly, looking like he had been pierced by a bullet.

The middle-aged man who was praying for Merlin was the supplier of Merlin's bar and the merchant in this neighborhood. His name was Alef, and he was barely considered a friend Merlin met during the months he stayed there.

"Save my father! Please."

Alef kept begging, knowing that Merlin's small bar was a clinic a few months ago. Merlin's initial concealment of identity was an undocumented doctor.

"Don't worry, Alef, I'll save him."

Merlin threw down the rag in his hand, and walked out of the bar, unbuttoning the buttons on his cuffs while checking the dying old man.

A moment later, he said to the helpless young men:

"Carry him into the inner room! He needs surgery immediately."

"Quick, why are you still standing there?"

Alev shouted to his sons in Arabic. They woke up in dreams and immediately carried the injured old man into the inner room of the bar.

A minute later, Merlin walked into the inner room with a half-old medical box. He turned the lights to make the light source as bright as possible.

He put on medical gloves and said to the nervous businessman around him:

"You come and be my assistant and let your children go out. They will only get in the way here. By the way, let them clean the blood on the floor. Hell, I still have to do business! The door is full of blood, which customer dares to come in?"
To be continued...