Wine and Gun

Finally I found him: mainly because the owner of the rental car company was furious himself, and apparently Langdon had rented a battered Ford sedan under a false name for only a deposit and a day's money.

But he never came back. I guess the owner of the rental car company will never see the car again.

I suspect he's out of town, which doesn't bode well. Anyway, I have to start looking for him.

October 12, 2016

Things are not going well.

I'm not very familiar with Westerland, and as I said, my previous experience hunting down bails here didn't impress me - God, there are so many bails Dude, I wonder how Smith's doing this business in this city hasn't gone bankrupt - it's such a mixed bag, and everyone you pass by is probably the second-in-command of some Latin American gang with connections Take you illegally across the border to Mexico or something.

But anyway, Langdon doesn't seem to be a well-connected person. He had a lot of violent criminal records before, but he was just irritable, but he never got himself involved in any gang affairs.

This is the best result, he is just a bào dull big man, not some gang boy; if he joins any gang, those people have the ability to make me never find him again.

I try not to touch gang affairs as much as possible, it is too complicated and involves too many grievances. After all, I once had a friend who was helping to hunt down a gang member and was later seriously injured by other members of the gang.

It's that friend I'm going to meet today: old Hunter - hopefully he'll give me some ideas for getting around the level and getting out of the city. Although the Westland City Police Department is well-known throughout the country for taking bribes and black police, the level of police officers in such bào cases is unexpectedly okay.

There is a saying that because of some serial killers, some guys who have made it a lifelong dream to solve bizarre murders because those serial killers volunteered to join them, a bunch of lunatics.

We meet in a restaurant with bad taste, and old Hunter is still on crutches, and the nails in his leg bones may never be taken out for the rest of his life. He has been in this business for almost thirty years, and there is always something calm and crazy in his eyes.

We chatted about our current situation, and then he suddenly said to me, "Alan, do you want to do something more exciting and fulfilling?"

I said no, my life is exciting enough now.

He just gave me that look of contempt, like he's scornful of the job I'm doing now, and I know he thinks I'm a coward because I'm adamant about not getting involved in gang affairs - but look, look at his legs What has become.

"The Langdon you're looking for is a coward who hits a woman and runs away," he snorted coldly. "Westland is a city of opportunity: there are two real serial killers here."

I don't know what expression I gave him, but he laughed loudly, stopped talking about it, and started telling me about the secret route out of the city.

October 13, 2016

Today's dinner was convenience store food next to the gas station, and I had the worst sandwich I've ever eaten in my life, and the smell of peanut butter still seems to stick in my throat.

Yesterday, old Hunter told me a few routes out of the city that I had never heard of before. If I were to study this thing on a map by myself, I would never see the reason for it for the rest of my life. He gave me that smug, smug smile again.

"It's the way the locals might choose to go to avoid the cops who are checking on the main road - the suburbs of Westerland are full of notes, you know, because of things like smuggling guns and drugs," he said. , "I also know some routes that only gangsters know, but it's no use telling you, I don't think your Langdon will know that kind of gossip."

He always seemed extremely proud of his choices (including his out-of-shape leg) when he spoke, as if I was really doing some boring job. No matter how careful I am with my job choices, I believe my life is more exciting than sitting in an office with someone like Smith giving us orders.

I've checked these routes one by one as Hunt said, and it hasn't worked out so far. I believed Langdon was out of town, so I stopped trying to find him in town: I knew the kind of guy who ran out of the place like a frightened rabbit before the catastrophe.

Especially looking at the court time, there is not much time left for him.

But despite that, I got nothing today.

Before writing this diary, I thought of old Hunter again: although his self-confidence in himself is always too inflated, he has to admit that he is getting old gradually, and a person can't continue this kind of thing. Work. Before I left yesterday, he asked me if I wanted to stay and live with him, and as he said, "Westland is a vault."

Westland is a criminal's paradise, and there are more job opportunities as a bounty hunter here - that's true, but my life is messed up enough that I don't want to go into total madness.

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