Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 322 Gary: I'm Going to Die (4,000 words)

People's joys and sorrows are not the same.

At this moment, Willie, sitting at the bar, felt that Gary's incessant chirping in his ear like a bird was simply too noisy.

For some reason, seeing Gary's silly face and his incessant chatter made him feel annoyed.

In his frustration, he wanted to throw the drink in the glass beside him at Gary's face to sober up the fool.

Damn it, I'm not his mother, I have no obligation to listen to his complaints.

But in order to get Gary to do things, and to be able to take the blame if things went wrong, Willie had no choice but to suppress his anger and pretend to listen, occasionally even feigning sympathy for Gary's plight.

It really disgusted him; what's the difference between this and eating shit?
And it's when you know it's poop, how can you not feel disgusted?

But that's life; things are never always perfect, especially when you're scheming against others.

Having finally found a gap in Gary's speech, Vili quickly interrupted him: "Alright, my dear brother. I deeply sympathize with your situation. Let's have a drink. To Zero! To Boss Donnie!"

After two drinks, seeing Gary struggling to hold his liquor, the anger that had been building up inside him slowly subsided. Heaven knows why Gary was such a talkative guy.

Slightly tipsy, Gary was unusually quiet, which was the proper way to talk things out. Instead of immediately launching into a long, rambling monologue about his experiences and not giving you a chance to speak, he was much quieter.

With that kind of attitude, no wonder he joined Zero Point the earliest and is still just a doorman.

Ability is one aspect, but insight and observation are another.

It would be a miracle if neither of you made it big!
"I called you here because I have something to discuss." Vili gestured for the bartender to refill his drink, then stared at his glass without looking at Gary and spoke slowly.

Mentioning this matter instantly cleared Gary's head, which had been foggy from drinking.

Yeah, I was called over because Donnie had something for me to do. How come I can't control myself when that damn yellow-skinned monkey is mentioned?

It's all that bastard Willie's fault. Everyone knows that what happened today shouldn't be mentioned in front of him at midnight.

Considering he's now one of Donnie's favorites, I'll give my boss face and not stoop to his level.

Once this matter is resolved, and I regain the boss's trust and get promoted, I'll settle accounts with this guy!
It was definitely not because I was afraid of Willy.

"Right, right, I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me."

The chance for him to succeed in taking the position was in Willie's hands. Gary's face once again showed a fawning smile. Sometimes, you have to sell a smile when the situation is right, which is better than selling a hook.

this is life!

I almost forgot? You mean almost? If I hadn't steered the conversation back on track, you would have completely forgotten about what we were supposed to talk about.

Willie felt utterly contemptuous of Gary's shameless words. There was a reason why some people never succeeded, and it had little to do with external circumstances.

The matter wasn't over yet; he still had to play along with that idiot Gary. After downing his freshly refilled drink in one gulp, he said, "This has to do with the Asian guy you had the conflict with. The boss wants him to pay your medical bills."

It turned out that the boss wanted to collect medical expenses from him. Gary was naturally overjoyed and touched, thinking, "So the boss cares about me, a long-time employee."

I thought the beating I took would be for nothing and I didn't expect any medical expenses, but then things took a turn for the better.

The boss will definitely take a cut of the medical expenses I get back, but so what? I'll be lucky if I can keep a little bit for myself.

"What do you need me to do?"

Gary looked at Vili with eager eyes.

“To tell you the truth, the boss assigned this task to me,” Vili said.

Gary was annoyed to hear this. It turned out he had been happy for nothing, and he couldn't even get a sip of soup for doing nothing.

The beating was done by himself, and he received no benefit whatsoever.

Given Vili's character, he wouldn't chat idly with me. If he approached me, he must have some purpose. Do you think I'd actually get a taste of his soup?
But didn't the boss assign the task to Willie?

Gary, who has some brains but not much, discovered the blind spot.

“Very, since we’re all working for the boss, just say what you need to say directly. Don’t beat around the bush. I hate having to think.” Gary gave up thinking; he wanted to know what the conversation was really about.

"Don't rush, my good brother, let me finish speaking."

This job was originally assigned to me by the boss, but I got really angry thinking about how badly you got beaten up by that Asian guy, plus you're the only one in the whole gang who'd ever seen him, so..."

At this point, Willie felt his mouth was a little dry, so he picked up his newly refilled glass to moisten it, during which he also gave the bartender an admiring look.

He admired such perceptive juniors the most, and thought they could be taken under his wing and properly trained. This was much better than Gary, who had no sense of propriety.

Under Gary's expectant gaze, Vili continued, "So I want to entrust this matter to you. Remember to bring plenty of men."

While you're at it, return the beating you got to yourself and vent your anger.

You're a veteran of our Zero Point Gang, it's really not right for you to always be doing menial tasks.

This is an opportunity for you, so seize it. I'll put in a good word for you with the boss.

After saying this, Willie patted Gary on the shoulder insincerely, finished his last drink, and strode away.

Waste is a shameful act, and alcohol is not cheap in America.

Although this is the Zero Point gang's stronghold, everyone has to pay for their own drinks.

Of course, you shouldn't waste the drinks you bought with your own money. So, is it the drinks that are being wasted?
That's all his money!

Even if he could afford to drink it by the case with his current income, he still couldn't afford to waste it.

This is disrespectful to one's hard-earned money.

Watching Willie's departing figure, Gary admitted that he felt somewhat lost.

In his mind, Willy was a born bad seed, but what he said to him today was very sincere.

Not only do they pass on the tasks assigned by the boss to me, but they also speak well of me to the boss.

Could it be that I really misunderstood Willy?

Vili is actually a kind person!

Thinking about this, Gary was somewhat moved by Willie's character.

Regardless of how Willy treats others, at least he was treated quite well just now.

I deserve to die. I was just thinking that once I got promoted, I would teach that person a lesson.

That would be like the farmer and the snake, repaying kindness with enmity.

He remembered that this story seemed to be a fable from China.

Whenever Gary thought of China, he was reminded of the yellow-skinned monkey he had beaten.

Damn it, how come China gets all the good things?

Profoundly meaningful fables and amazing kung fu have been passed down from generation to generation on the land of China, a testament to its enduring vitality. How could such a wonderful culture be passed down among these spineless, yellow-skinned monkeys? God is truly unfair!

He planned to gather his men, find the Asian man who dared to fight him, teach him a lesson, and then sell him to the black market as a slave.

The thought of that annoying Asian man kneeling at his feet begging for forgiveness made Gary feel incredibly good, like he was on drugs.

At that moment, he remembered Willy, that iceberg; no wonder the other party enjoyed tormenting his opponents so much.

It's so satisfying to watch a hated enemy kneel down and beg for mercy!
Even though he hadn't led his men to intercept Changning yet, just thinking about it made him feel wonderful.

If Chang Ning really knelt at his feet, Gary thought he would feel incredibly happy.

Even the most beautiful dreams eventually end, and now his top priority is finding out where to find that damned Asian guy.

He was already eager to let the other party taste the power of his iron fist, but if he couldn't find the person, everything would be in vain.

All of that—gaining Donnie's favor; returning to the core of the gang; and finally getting his revenge—will all slip away from him.

Whether he can even stay with the Zero Point Gang is a question.

Gary couldn't imagine where he could go if he left Zero. Without Zero's protection, his mortal enemies would pounce on him like hungry wolves, tear him apart and devour him.

Is my fate to be left to rot in the wilderness?

No! no way!

He won't let that happen!

Originally, this was just a simple way to get revenge on that annoying Asian guy and, incidentally, extort some money from him.

But things have already started to spiral out of control, unless I can successfully find the person at the center of the incident.

After figuring out these key points, the immense pressure made Gary feel breathless.

The ferocious expression quickly took over every inch of his skin and muscles like a vicious invader, until his entire face changed its expression.

This is no longer a question of medical expenses; it's a question of whether or not one can live!
Even if Donnie takes pity on him and doesn't punish him, his old rivals won't show any mercy.

Those close to him know his own situation; because of his penchant for racial discrimination, he has offended many people over the years.

In order to live a comfortable life in the future, Gary will have to go all out this time, and may even have to bleed money.

Thinking about his meager savings, he felt a pang of heartache again, and he began to regret getting involved with that Asian man.

Ever since he met that Asian guy, his luck has been terrible. Whether it's getting beaten up or this potentially fatal situation, it's all about that yellow-skinned monkey.

Why did you have to provoke them?

Gary wished he could slap himself twice at that moment.

If he had any understanding of Chinese culture, he would definitely think of one phrase: "I'm so regretful."

Since things have come to this, let's find the person first.

When his life was threatened, Gary's decisiveness was on full display. He finished the last bit of his drink, got up, and left.

Gary had no idea whether he would ever be able to return here after leaving this time.

At the same time, Chang Ning found the entrance of a bar according to the address written in the intelligence. Looking up, he saw that the neon lights on the bar's sign were flashing with colorful lights, and two burly men were stamping customers' hands at the entrance.

"This should be the place, but how do we get in?"

Chang Ning looked around at the entrance for a while and realized that if she wanted to go in, she had to pay a fee first and get her stamped to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

The pattern on the back of the customer's hand is glow-in-the-dark, so the bar's security can identify who is trying to sneak in by looking at the glowing pattern on the back of the customer's hand.

To minimize his chances of making mistakes, he applied for less funding for this mission and has been living frugally ever since, practically enduring hardship and sleeping outdoors.

Therefore, paying the entrance fee put Chang Ning in a very difficult position, but he couldn't get in without it, and he didn't want to cause a big commotion at the entrance.

There are many pedestrians nearby, and if we make a commotion in advance, we will have less time for Changning to take action.

It looks like I have no choice but to pay this money.

So Chang Ning stepped forward and, facing the gazes of the two burly men, calmly took out a few crumpled US dollar bills from his pocket.

After getting a pink stamp, Chang Ning pushed open the heavy glass door and walked into the bar.

The moment he pushed open the door, frenetic music instantly filled all his hearing.

The men and women who came to the bar were swaying their bodies to the DJ's rhythm; the scene could only be described as chaotic and disorderly.

According to intelligence, the alcoholic Donnie usually comes to this bar at night and stays until around 3 a.m. before going to his lover's place to rest.

It's 1 a.m., and there are still two hours before Donnie leaves.

Chang Ning glanced at the time displayed on her wristwatch and silently calculated in her mind.

The target's location should be in the innermost private room on the second floor. It seems we need to go up to the second floor to scout it out.

Overlooking the entire dance floor, Chang Ning's body moved through the crowd as smoothly as a fish in water, making the most of every opportunity with remarkable ease.

Chang Ning, weaving through the crowd, soon arrived at the staircase leading to the second floor. The dance floor on the first floor was reserved for casual patrons, while the real VIPs were having fun in the private rooms on the second floor.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

The bodyguards guarding the second-floor stairwell saw that Chang Ning was an unfamiliar face and an Asian, so they naturally reached out to stop him.

"Do I need to make a reservation to go up to the second floor? Can I pay for it? I didn't get to enjoy myself enough on the first floor." Chang Ning said, pretending to be a nouveau riche.

"Sir, if you don't make a reservation, you'll have to pay double the price for a VIP room. Our best rooms require reservations, and even if you pay double the price, you can only get a regular room."

The security personnel dutifully explained the rules for going up to the second floor to Chang Ning, their words carrying a hint of persuasion.

Although Chang Ning acted as if she was well-off, in the eyes of the security personnel, her cheap clothes didn't look like something a wealthy person would wear.

Because Asians generally have youthful faces, in the eyes of the security personnel, Chang Ning was the kind of vain minor who was trying to put on a brave face despite not having money.

They probably stole the money they used to come here from their homes.

Entertainment venues like bars have a huge appeal to these hormone-fueled teenage boys. Everyone has been young, so the security personnel understood Chang Ning's behavior and kindly advised him against it.

Chang Ning received the goodwill implied in the words of the person opposite him, but unfortunately he had no choice but to go up to the second floor today, so he could only apologize to the fat security guard in front of him in his heart.

"What? I can't even book the best private room even if I pay extra? This place is no fun at all, I won't be coming back next time."

There were only two security guards at the stairwell, and with Chang Ning's skills, it would be easy for him to get them to sleep without making too much noise.

The problem was that he wasn't sure if there was security at the second-floor stairwell, so Chang Ning decided to retreat to the dance floor for the time being and wait and see.

Faced with Chang Ning's complaints, the two security guards turned into expressionless statues.

Willie, who was patrolling the bar, noticed a minor problem near the stairwell and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Is there a problem? If you have any complaints about this place, you can tell me."