When the bartender reminded the leader of the settlement that he did not like the Chinese, Zhou Qingfeng was not only not angry, but very happy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This 'stepping on iron shoes has nowhere to find, and it takes no effort to get it', and the exclusion of Chinese must be related to Chinese.

"There are other Chinese in this settlement?"

"Nope."

"So where are the Chinese?"

"I don't know."

"Why doesn't your boss like the Chinese?"

Faced with the last question, the bartender did not answer, but looked at Zhou Qingfeng suspiciously again, and asked rhetorically: "Are you a Chinese from other places?" ”

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng felt a gold coin and stuffed it, "Tell me, where are the Chinese in Angola?" ”

Glancing at the gold coins on the countertop, the bartender tossed them in his hand. He glanced at Zhou Qingfeng again but took down a wine bottle and a glass from the wine shelf, poured a small half a glass and pushed it to Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Drink your wine, and then hurry up." Don't meddle in things that don't concern you. ”

The taste of wine is very strong, rare good wine, Zhou Qingfeng praised 'wow': "You still have wine?" It's a rare thing, and I'm even more curious about life here. ”

...... teasing, the bartender frowned, and put a label on Zhou Qingfeng in his heart. He also wanted to persuade Zhou Qingfeng a few words, but a young man suddenly rushed in from outside the bar and shouted in a panic: "Oh no, Bane's people are here." ”

As soon as the name 'Bane' came out, the originally dull atmosphere was suddenly activated. In the cacophony of tables and chairs, twenty or thirty people stood up in the bar, all of them with guns, and the crowd was excited.

And in the midst of the cacophony, the sound of brakes sounded outside the bar. With a burst of heavy footsteps, the door of the bar was slammed open, and several large men strode in from the outside.

The group entered, completely oblivious to the large number of gunmen in the bar. The leader was wearing a leather coat with a metal chain, swaggered to the bar, and sat down directly beside Zhou Qingfeng. With a sneer on his face, he grabbed the glass of wine for Zhou Qingfeng and put it in his mouth, and drank it dry in one gulp.

The bartender, who was quite indifferent to Zhou Qingfeng just now, immediately changed his face, and all the people in the bar had solemn faces, but everyone didn't dare to act rashly, obviously extremely jealous of this group of guys who suddenly broke in. But this time .......

"Hi ......, that's my wine." Zhou Qingfeng shouted like a rookie, "I sold it for a gold coin, you have to compensate me." ”

The man in leather was staring at the bartender behind the bar with great momentum, and the bartender was also forced to take a half step back by the small but extremely fierce intruder on the other side, who did not dare to lean against the bar, quite nervous.

Who knew that Zhou Qingfeng interjected a sentence, which made the tense atmosphere created by the man in leather suddenly disappear. The bartender changed from facing the man in leather to watching the play, and the psychological pressure was greatly reduced.

The leather-clothed man had to turn his head to look at Zhou Qingfeng, then at the bartender, and asked with disdain: "Where did this kid come from?" ”

"We ......, our boss's friend." The bartender stammered, and it could be seen that he wanted to add an 'identity' to Zhou Qingfeng, so as not to make him the target of the leather-clad man's attack.

"Hehehe......." The leather-clad man propped his elbows on the bar, and when he looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, he sneered: "That stinky bitch of 'Winter Frost' has always had conflicts with the Chinese?" When has it changed? ”

"Don't digress from the subject, I'll make you pay for my wine. Didn't your dad teach you the most basic manners? Or does your mom not know who your dad is? Zhou Qingfeng ignored the other party's taunts and stinky faces, and tapped his fingers on the bar, trying to focus on the glass of wine.

"Boy, do you want to die for a glass of wine?" The leather-clad man immediately turned gloomy and was on the verge of exploding. The big man behind him took a few steps forward and half-surrounded Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone thought this strange Asian kid was a little silly.

But next week, Qingfeng didn't move or speak, but the Erin Ellie sisters who were standing on the other side stood up. My sister suddenly put forward an M214 rotary tube machine gun, which is a lightweight version of the M134, using a little 223 bullets, and weighing only more than 10 kilograms with 200 rounds of ammunition.

The machine gun was originally in my sister's backpack, and it could be easily pulled out with a zipper. With the push of a button, the six barrels in the receiver will eject all the bullets in the blink of an eye.

"Don't move, or it's not us who will die." The sisters seem to be weak, but they are now Zhou Qingfeng's guards, and their combat effectiveness has been doubled, fast and stable, and they must not be underestimated. And after being with Zhou Qingfeng for so long, the two girls' families have long been soaked in a fiery temper.

The door of the bar shook slightly, and the 'dog meat' came in silently from outside. It let out a low roar, its indifferent electronic eyes shining through the ghostly light, staring at the target in front of it.

The situation became uncomfortable, and the bartenders who were facing each other in the bar were a little silly. They had gathered here tonight to fight against Bane's gang, but now that Bane's men had arrived, the trouble had been snatched up by another group of people who had suddenly appeared.

The man in leather also felt shocked and frightened, he was full of confidence to come to subdue the residents of this settlement, who knew that he would kill a 'Cheng Biting Jin' halfway, and he actually fought with him for a glass of wine. This person looks like a stunned young man, but the M214 behind him is not easy to deal with.

The rate of fire of the M214's six barrels is 6,000 rounds per minute, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds are sprayed out, and there is nowhere to hide.

The big men behind the leather-clad man are inevitably a little uneasy, they bully people and pay attention to momentum, but they are afraid of young people who don't understand anything and dare to do anything.

"We're the Boss of Bane." The man in leather wanted to remind Zhou Qingfeng, but he was actually a little weaker when he said this.

"I don't know any Bene, I want you to pay for my wine." Zhou Qingfeng didn't let it go at all.

The man in leather is going to be angry, he hates this kind of fearless opponent, and he can't deal with it at all. He could only take out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and slap them on the bar, then twisted his body and shouted angrily: "Boy, you wait." You'll get to know us soon. ”

The big men walked in menacingly, but they were forced to leave with a gray face. They slammed the door of the bar, clearly in a fit of rage.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't bother to pay attention to these villains, he picked up the handful of gold coins dropped on the table, picked one and looked at it under the light. The imprint on it is very rough and should have been privately cast by local forces.

The bartenders didn't know what words to use to express their feelings, and they didn't have the confidence to deal with a big problem. But now that ......, I don't have any confidence.

"Bane's people will come back." The bartender's face was a little pale, "Those guys are very vindictive, they were forced to leave this time, and there will definitely be more people next time." ”

"Looks like you're scared of those guys." Zhou Qingfeng asked, "What about your leader?" Won't she be able to get you out of trouble? ”

"The eldest sister of 'Winter Frost' has gone to deal with you Chinese." The bartender said angrily.

"Where are the Chinese you are talking about? Is there any contradiction with them? I'm actually looking for my compatriots. Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Looks like you're really from out of town. Your compatriots control Angola's food supply, and we sell the scraps from the ruins of the city in exchange for food. But your compatriots have set a low rate of exchange, which makes our lives very difficult. ”

"And what about Bane's people?"

"They want to replace us in controlling this ruined settlement, and control our supply of goods to trade with the Chinese."

"So where the hell are my compatriots? Maybe I can help you with some problems. ”

"Your compatriots are careful about dealings, they keep themselves hidden, never let people know where the base is? Otherwise, they would have died long ago by controlling the food supply. But maybe our boss knows a clue. ”

Regarding the bartender's words, Zhou Qingfeng pursed his lips, "It seems that I still have to wait for your boss to come back." ”