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Chapter 176 Very Logical

"Anyway, that's it. We're not completely clueless. The current situation is to search for information in Fort St. Michael and find the person suspected to be Bucky."

Steve's plan can't be said to be very good, but it is also a feasible method. After the three of them discuss it, Steve will contact the police station, and try his best to explore the situation without attracting unnecessary attention. Take a breath.

As for Deadpool and Joss... Steve didn't assign work, anyway, it's useless if they are assigned, it's better to let them do whatever they like.

"I asked these two to help... Is it really the right choice..." Looking at Joss and Deadpool who left the room, Steve finally realized a question that should have been pondered long ago.

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After Joss left the hotel, he and Deadpool split up. After all, in the current situation, they didn't have the slightest intelligence at all, and splitting up was the most efficient.

As for the several places mentioned in that incident, Joss was not interested in finding out.

On the one hand, several days have passed, and it is almost impossible to leave any clues.

On the other hand, not to mention that this is not a case that needs to protect the scene, even Joss doesn't expect those guys who brought the bear to the scene to play any protective role.

But he naturally has his own method, which is the [Useless Omniscient] that has not been used for a long time.

As Joss knew more and more things, the limitations of this ability became greater and greater. Now it is difficult to use other than vague positioning and verification of some guesses.

However, in a situation like this time, when Joss already knew a lot of information, with this ability, there is still great hope to deduce Bucky's whereabouts.

Accompanied by some illogical reasoning, Joss had successfully obtained an address in his mind one minute later, and immediately rushed there without saying a word.

"Heh... the bar, there is really no sense of disobedience at all."

When Joss came to the place pointed by the address, he found that it was a bar that looked a bit old, and some people who had no money and were addicted to alcohol were living happily in it.

After Joss pushed open the door of the bar, he found his target with almost no effort, the super criminal {super vodka}-Aleksei Andreevich Ivanov.

It's not that Joss's eyes are so old and unique, the main reason is that this man's clothes have his name and title written on them, and he is carrying a large bag of vodka on his back. Just as dazzling.

Now that he had found the person involved, Joss naturally had no intention of letting it go, so he stepped over and sat down opposite the man whose name was suspected to have a number of letters.

"Go away, don't bother me!" Alexei didn't have a good face towards Joss, or he didn't have a good face to anyone.

Hearing this, Joss, who hadn't opened his mouth yet, suddenly darkened his face. This reaction immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and everyone who was watching the excitement while breathing alcohol was shouting and setting fire.

The big hairy boy's virtue is very similar to some of the Swedes in Joss' memory. In simple terms, it is a routine where you don't push if you can do it. You look at me and I kill your whole family.

However, Joss didn't care about the words of the boring drunks around him. After snapping his fingers at the bartender, he directly threw a black card named Tony Stark, pointing to Alek's track: "The bartender , Bring him a bottle of the most advanced wine here."

"Hmph! Who do you think I am? A bottle of wine?" However, Alexey, who heard this, got even worse, and his attitude became even worse. He slapped the table and stood up.

"Bartender, ten bottles of the best wine." Joss glanced at the source of death, which was growing at a slow rate, and said lightly again, propping his chin with one hand.

Alexey's eyes were red, and he stared at Joss with bloodshot eyes, as if he would turn into a monster that devoured people in the next second, and said viciously: "Boy, I don't know who you are, but I want to tell you You messed with the wrong person!"

Joss yawned and said boredly: "Bartender, one hundred bottles, only the best wine."

"Uh... well, although I don't know what you want to do, but I can spare you... But you have to keep the money for the wine!"

Joss raised his eyelids slightly, his half-closed dead fish eyes glared at Alexei like a human-shaped salted fish, and then waved again, "Bartender, one thousand bottles, if you don't have enough reserves, give it to me." I'll go to another place to transfer goods."

"Enough is enough! Don't do this again!" This time Alexey's forehead finally broke out in cold sweat. It has to be said that he was completely confused by the person in front of him.

Looking at Alexei, who had already surrendered, Joss felt a little regretful. Originally, he had hoped to directly sell [-] bottles of wine, smashing the old alcoholic to kneel down and call him daddy. It seems that there is no hope now. .

"What do you... want me to do? Let me tell you first, I can only rob banks, and I will get [-]% of it... no, [-]%!" Seeing that Joss finally stopped calling for drinks Only then did Alexei stammer a little.

Hearing Alexei's words, Joss couldn't help but burst out laughing, looked at him and raised his eyebrows and said, "When did you have the illusion that I would be short of money?"

As soon as these words were uttered, Alexei immediately realized that he could sell a thousand bottles of high-end wine without any reason, even if it was a high-end wine in such a small shop, it would cost tens of millions of rubles expenses.

You must know that even if he successfully robs a bank, the money he can generally get is less than one-tenth of this. After all, a large amount of cash is not deposited in the bank every day.

"I came to you because I wanted to ask you about the man with the metal arm who beat you up that day." Joss was not interested in going around in circles with Alexei, and directly asked his own question.

If someone else had said this kind of subject to Alexei, he would have exploded on the spot.

But considering that Joss probably came from some organization or family that he couldn't afford to offend, and considering that he could drink enough wine for a year, Alexei answered Joss' question cooperatively.

"My hen! He attacked me from behind. I was knocked out without even seeing him. How would I know where he is now?"

(End of this chapter)