America? No, it's the warp!

"Squeak~"

The sound of the iron gate hinges scraping was loud, and all the drinkers stopped raising their glasses and looked towards the door.

This is their custom; they will cast a serious and profound gaze at every new customer, letting them feel their respect.

"Hey! It's you! Lecturer! Why did you bring a new one today...?"

A sober person nearby covered the drunkard's mouth and added the rest of the sentence.

"Clothes, he means, clothes, you should change into new clothes."

Logan noticed the unspoken word.

Female companion.

Isn't it normal to change female companions in America?

Good evening, sir. Enjoy your drinks.

He offered his blessings to all the drinkers.

Good evening, and I hope you have a great time.

This group of people have good drinking manners; they don't act crazy when drunk, and they even know how to reciprocate.

The bar owner, Deputy Chief Zain, had already dealt with the black men at the police station, but he had no interest in mixing drinks anymore, and had delegated all the work to other bartenders and waiters.

He was sitting at an empty table, drowsy, with no wine in front of him.

"Chief Zane, how come you're already feeling unwell before you've even started drinking?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

Zane looked up in a daze and saw Logan and Stephen sitting opposite him.

Stephen told everyone to order whatever they liked, saying it would all be on his tab. Then he said to Zane:

"You look really exhausted, Chief."

"Yeah, give me a glass of gin and tonic, I need to wake myself up."

Chief Zain rubbed his face, trying to cheer himself up.

"Those black guys are really stubborn; they've held out until now before they even started."

"Whiskey on the rocks."

Logan ordered drinks.

"Did you get anything out of them?"

He was more concerned about these things. If the arrested members of the crippled gang were willing to identify that the robbery was ordered by Terren, it could be used as direct evidence to get the police to arrest him.

This will save a lot of trouble.

"They gave away the key planner of the case."

Zane paused deliberately.

"That black guy whose shoulders you smashed, he's a small-time leader of the crippled gang, the ringleader of the robbery."

"I see."

This answer is not encouraging. Adding charges against those who have already been arrested is pointless; it's only useful to add charges against those who haven't been arrested yet.

Logan remembered another question:

"So, what happened to the stolen money they got?"

The wine was brought over, and Zain raised it and took a big gulp, which made him look less tired.

"There's only one direction: those people say the money was hidden by the last mastermind, who hasn't been caught yet."

At this point, Logan noticed that Zane and Stephen were both looking at him.

Your expression and eyes are saying, "It's your turn to speak."

"I do know where the last one is."

Logan took a sip of whiskey and remained silent.

He turned to his two underlings and Claire, raising his glass in a toast. The two underlings, who weren't heavy drinkers, were happily sipping their juice and cola, while Claire consciously avoided discussing their serious business.

"Then tell me!"

Stephen urged.

"Hmm... Stephen, you guys should get a pretty good reward after you catch these ringleaders, and I think you'll be promoted soon, right?"

Logan changed the subject.

"Maybe... Why are you saying that?"

Before Stephen could react, Zane had already figured out what he meant.

"Don't worry, you've helped us so much. You've caught almost all the main culprits in the case. I'll apply to the mayor for a reward of no less than $4000."

"Oh, why are you bringing this up?"

Logan beamed and clinked glasses with the two men in turn.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Chief Zain. I'll drink it, you can do as you please."

After finishing his whiskey, he stopped keeping him in suspense:

"The last mastermind is hiding in Chinatown."

"Oh? That's not good. There are many shady places in Chinatown."

Zain frowned as he explained the difficulty.

"You don't need to do anything. You just need to prepare the police car. After I catch the main culprit, you can come and pick him up, just like today."

Logan's words not only eased Zane's frown but also filled his eyes with admiration:

"I'm serious, Logan, someone as talented as you, are you really not planning to work for the police? I'll guarantee you three years as a superintendent and five years as a police inspector."

Three Directors and Five Supervisors? Interesting. Perhaps you've also worked as a civil engineering project manager?

But it was no use; Logan's ambitions lay elsewhere.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not cut out for this kind of work. I can't live off the government."

"Then you'll have to cooperate with our police station a lot in the future, the bonuses will be huge."

It's a deal.

New drinks were served, and after Logan clinked glasses with the two men again, they moved on to another round of drinks.

There was someone else waiting for him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Claire."

Logan sat down opposite her.

Claire ordered a Washington apple and sipped it slowly.

The wine was sweet and sour, but it had a high alcohol content. Even after drinking only half a glass, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"You've come..."

Claire's words became slow and relaxed; she was already slightly tipsy.

"I heard from them... that you arrested some members of the 'crippled gang' or something... are you also working as a police officer?"

She was practically sprawled out on the table.

"That was just me doing a good deed for the police. Those lame gang members were the ones who robbed our store."

"Wow! You're so amazing..."

Claire gave a thumbs up.

"Henry should give you... a reward of several thousand dollars."

At that moment, Zane and Stephen, who were drinking nearby, walked over with wicked grins and sat down next to Logan.

"Hey, who's this?"

Stephen's tone was smug.

"This is my colleague, Claire, the cashier at the Leafy Leaf store."

Hello!

Claire lay on the table, only lifting her head for a second to see who it was before lying back down, simply raising her hand to greet the two of them.

When she's sober, she's a shy person, but when she's drunk, she becomes an extrovert.

Alcohol really can open up your heart.

"Hello there."

Hello, hello!

Zain greeted them, stroked his beard, raised an eyebrow, and asked, feigning ignorance:

"Why does it seem a bit different from yesterday noon..."

Logan raised his left hand, stopping him from saying anything more, and gritted his teeth as he extended a finger:

"Bring me a stout, Chief, and please don't say anything more."

On the other side, Stephen also began to launch an attack:

"I heard it's a black-haired person..."

Logan suddenly raised his right hand and extended another finger:

"One more cup, and you shut up too."

"Not enough~"

"Three cups! How about three cups of underground stout?"

Logan had barely finished speaking when the two scheming policemen grabbed his hands:

"make a deal!"

The next second, three glasses of dark liquid were placed in front of him.

Great, I've been ready for a long time!

The two policemen returned to the table with wicked grins, and as they left, Stephen added insult to injury:

"Make sure you finish it, we've been watching you the whole time."

Logan looked at the three glasses of indescribable black liquid with a troubled expression.

"Black liquor! Is it good?"

Claire snatched a glass of underground stout and gulped it down.

"...I couldn't taste it..."

To Logan's astonishment, she grabbed a glass in each hand and put them both in her mouth.

In less than 5 seconds, she swept away the three cups of extremely bitter wine.

After finishing her drink, she licked her lips, as if savoring the memory.

"Hmm...it's a bit bitter..."

Logan looked into her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, and suddenly felt he should do something.

He stood up, his upper body moving closer to the other person:

"Claire, you drank all my wine without even tasting it. How are you going to make it up to me?"