The tall fat man like a wild boar spat and said, "We don't want federal coins, this is the seventh district, do you think federal coins will work here?" I think you've given us those things. ”

He pointed at the traveler's waist with the muzzle of his gun, which clearly meant that he had the idea of shooting the opponent's guns and ammunition. At a time when the federal currency is no longer available as usual, it is natural that some precious metals and military assets such as pistol bullets can be used for circulation. Two pistols, plus four magazines, even if purchased through the black market, are equivalent to two or three thousand federal dollars. This is enough for a family of five for a year.

It can be seen that the fat man has a great appetite.

It's just that sometimes, too much appetite tends to die.

The traveler's gaze suddenly froze, and the ruby eyes suddenly brightened. The fat man and the cowboy felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they had been brushed by a cold, sharp blade. A fierce killing aura enveloped them, and the air seemed to have a faint sweetness, which was the smell of blood. The two of them seemed to have been thrown into the battlefield of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and the cold killing machine overwhelmed them.

This feeling came and went quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the murderous aura retreated completely. The young traveler's eyes lit up, and he just shook his head and said, "No, they are my food guys, how can I give them all to you." ”

The fat man and the two seemed to have collapsed, and they could barely stand. The cowboy reluctantly smiled: "Of course, of course, walking outside, I don't know how to make a good guy." We still understand this truth. ”

Finally, with a pistol as a customs clearance fee, the young traveler was granted access to the town. He turned the pistol upside down, and when he handed it to the fat man, he said, "Don't point the gun at me next time, I'll be mistaken." ”

As for what the result of the misunderstanding was, he did not say. But both of them knew that it was definitely not a good thing, and when the young man entered the town, the fat man sat down on the ground and said, "I bet this kid is certainly not simple." Damn, I've never seen someone so murderous as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people. ”

The cowboy looked at the gun in his hand and was silent. The gun is new, you can even see the oil stains from the maintenance, and the gun hasn't even been used yet. In other words, the two pistols were only used as decoration, or disguise. The cowboy is also a bit knowledgeable, and he knows very well that some guys who don't use guns may be some perverted fierce people.

He decided to forget about the young man.

Alan was walking down the side streets of Greybridge Town, and he untied the scarf that covered his head and face, and simply draped it over his shoulders. The town of Grey Bridge is built on a mountainous terrain, and the town's buildings look nothing special from a distance, only to find that they are built according to the topography when you enter the town. Although they are mainly bungalows, they are staggered due to the undulating terrain, forming a very obvious sense of space.

For ease of driving, the town has no stairs, only crumbled brick roads. A dozen alleys and several avenues make up the town's transportation network, with one or two arched bridges connecting the high ground with occasional bridges, so that pedestrians do not have to go uphill and downhill.

People in the town keep more dogs, and most of these big dogs are tethered to their doors. At this time in the afternoon, the family dog crouched on the ground, lazily watching passers-by, but did not bother to bark. In front of some of the houses were a large number of men gathered, either wiping their shotguns or fiddling with animal traps, who looked like hunters from the town. There are still a lot of hunters in Greybridge Town, and Alan has traveled all the way, and there are more than twenty of them.

These people hunt on weekdays, and if they are in danger, they can act as guards for the town. It seems that the residents of Graybridge Town are not all defenseless good and weak people, but the entire seventh district is already under the control of the Freedom Gate. Unless they want to fight against the Freedom Gate, they can only let their soldiers enter the town.

Alan looked at all of this and made up his mind to give Peter's necklace to his family and leave immediately.

The land of right and wrong is useless to stay for a long time.

According to the address provided by Peter, Alan asked three or five people, and soon found the alley where Peter's house was located. As soon as I turned into the alley, I heard an exclamation from the depths of the alley, followed by an angry scolding voice. Alan frowned and stepped forward. The sound coming from the alley attracted the attention of nearby residents, who were surrounded by men and women.

Alan squeezed in, and saw a man covered in alcohol carrying a double-barreled rifle and a wine bottle in one hand. At his feet was held tightly by a woman, who looked up and begged, "Please give it back to me, it was left by my husband, you can't take it!" ”

"Isn't it just an old antique, I really think Lao Tzu is rare. Let it go, or don't blame me for being unkind. "This bearded man has a fierce gaze that is intimidating.

A short figure suddenly rushed out of the house, shouting, "Return my father's gun." ”

It was a boy, eight or nine years old. One bite on the bearded leg, the pain made the beard grin. The man cursed, "Get out of here, dead imp." ”

As soon as he raised his leg and kicked the boy out, the woman on the ground exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly rushed over to hug the boy. The boy shouted to himself, "Give me back the gun, my dad is a lieutenant in the Federation, he will teach you a hard lesson!" ”

The bearded man laughed, threw the wine bottle, and laughed angrily: "Then I want to see where that bullshit lieutenant is?" You ignorant little devil, let me teach you a good lesson for your father. ”

He strode up and raised the butt of his rifle to smash it down. However, the rifle only sank for a moment, and then did not move. The bearded man was taken aback, and then he saw a hand on his wrist at some point. As the hand looked over, it was a slightly thin teenager. He looks like a traveler in the past. He looked a little weak, but he held himself with one hand.

"Let it go." The bearded man shouted violently.

Alan was unmoved, he looked thoughtfully at the mother and daughter on the ground. Boy and mother, this picture is so familiar. For a moment, he thought he saw himself and his mother Lannie when he was old.

"Let it go! Do you dare to go against the Gate of Freedom? The bearded man raised his identity.

Alan said "oh" at this time, but he didn't let go, but pulled back hard. The bearded man was immediately startled, only to feel an astonishing force from his wrist, as if he was about to break his arm. He had to gradually crouch down with the momentum to avoid being broken by Allen. Seeing that he was about to kneel on the ground, the bearded man roared angrily and smashed his other hand into Allen's lower abdomen.

Halfway through the fist, he was lightly grabbed by Allen's other hand. Alan snorted, his five fingers tightened, and he gave birth to a huge force that crushed the man's hand bones minute by minute. Fear finally flashed in the bearded man's eyes, and he clearly heard the sound of his hand bones breaking, but the look in the young man's eyes was calm, as if he was doing something inconspicuous. This calm is chilling.

After crushing the bearded man's palm bones, Alan pulled a belt, threw the man away, clapped his hands, and said, "It's comfortable to bully the weak, right?" So now, as the underdog's side, I don't know how you feel? Let me think about it, what's the good thing about pinching you off this time......"

The beard was drenched in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and a man came out and shouted, "What's going on?" ”

As if looking for a rescuer, the bearded man immediately got up from the ground and shouted, "Captain Jean, you have come just in time. This bastard must have been sent by the Federation, you see, he scrapped my hand! ”

The bearded man who was called the captain looked like he was in his twenties, with clear eyebrows, not like a treacherous man. He frowned, looked at Allen and said, "Who are you?" Why hurt our people. ”

Alan replied, and the boy behind him shouted, "This bastard was the one who stole my father's gun first, and he deserved to be taught a lesson." ”

Onlookers also responded.

The bearded man was annoyed, took out a pistol from behind his waist and shouted, "What the hell are you called!" ”

"Eric!" Jean yelled, "Put the gun down." ”

"Captain?"

"Put it down! Then, get out of here! Jean pointed back.

The bearded man's face was blue and purple for a while, and he angrily put away his gun and left. Jean sighed, nodded at Allen, and walked over to the mother and son on the ground. He bent down and bowed, "I'm sorry that I didn't control it well, and this happened. I promise that the same thing will not happen again in the future. ”

Alan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Jean stood up and retrieved the bearded gun from the ground for the mother and son. He put the gun next to the mother and son, and then left.

The people also dispersed.

The woman helped the child to his feet, and then said to Alan, "Thank you for your help, sir." ”

Alan smiled gently, took out a necklace from his pocket and said, "Lady Wendy, I was actually entrusted by someone to send this thing. ”

"How do you know my name, it...... God, this ......" The woman gasped, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "This is Peter's, is he ......"

"No, no, No, Lieutenant Peter is fine." Alan said busily, and then whispered: "It's just that he's afraid he won't be able to come back for a long time, so ask me to bring you a message." Whatever, I'll leave it to you. ”

The woman took the necklace with tears in her eyes. She hugged the boy and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep you for dinner." Joe, the boy, he also wanted to hear something about his father. Can you stay? ”

"Of course." Alan said happily.

It was dark, and the checkpoint in front of the town changed guards. The fat man and the cowboy returned to the rest place in the town, pushed the door in, and asked if they smelled the disinfectant potion. The bearded man was sitting next to him, with one hand on the table. A doctor in the town bandaged and fixed the broken palm of his hand, and although the bandaging technique was very mediocre, the injury was not bad. Seeing this, the cowboy whistled and gloated, "Eric, what's wrong with you?" ”R1058