Chapter 182 Tavern
Chapter 182 Tavern
The red sun sets in the west and night falls.
The chaos at dusk gradually subsided.
Jiang He walked around Rock Town to observe the local environment. This western town is not large, with only four streets in total. Its layout is similar to the Chinese character "丰". The permanent and floating populations add up to several thousand, and most of them are indigenous robots.
"Hey, you look like you need to relax."
In front of the pub next door, a burly man with a cigarette in his mouth greeted people. His body was very bloated, but clear lines could be seen. Fat wrapped around his muscles and his face was covered with stains.
Jiang He turned around and said calmly: "I only have bullets."
The sturdy man took a deep puff of the cigarette, revealing a hearty smile, and smoke flowed out of his mouth.
"Bullets are hard currency. Just pay twenty and you'll be the king of the tavern."
Jiang He took a step forward and took out twenty revolver bullets from his pocket and handed them to the burly man. He had no shortage of ammunition. At the end of the Silkworm Life copy, he used his status as a major to swindle away a large amount of spare ammunition from the logistics department.
"Guys, a guest is coming!" the sturdy man turned around and shouted.
Jiang He walked into the pub. The lights were dim around him. In the corner, four people were playing poker. Revolvers and Winchester rifles were placed on the table, with several piles of yellow coins serving as chips.
At the bar, the bartender greeted us warmly.
"Have something to drink. You must be a new resident."
"A glass of iced rum."
Jiang He pulled out a chair and sat down. Immediately, a woman in a low-shouldered, waisted long dress came over. She had black eye shadow around her eyes and was quite tall. He was not surprised by this. It would be unusual if there was no Nightingale in such a tavern.
Nightingale smiled ambiguously, her eyes moving, "I guess you have a fiancée waiting for you to come home. She might be a noble lady, of noble status, but too boring, isn't she?"
"My family only has a dog as calm as a middle-aged man, a crow that is always looking for trouble, and a little snake that is receiving compulsory education. Compared with these, I am more interested in the devil Baalzebub."
Jiang He pulled out an ordinary revolver that he had taken from the robber and placed it on the table.
"Since bullets are hard currency, this gun should also be able to buy your answers."
Nightingale didn't even look at Revolver. She stood up, moved closer, put her arms around the other's shoulders, and pursed her lips seductively.
"Guns are nothing, you are the hard currency."
Jiang He was stunned. Now his charm value was as high as 14 points, becoming the second highest value after physique. It was comparable to some specialized charm players. The cold gunman personality seemed to be particularly popular in the western Gobi, but as long as you think about it carefully, you can find the strangeness in it.
no answer.
Nightingale was a little confused. "What's wrong?"
"How can you not charge money?"
Jiang He slowly loaded bullets into the revolver. In this era, the status of nightingales was not high. They were a tool for the tavern to make money. Whether to waive fees for guests was not something they could decide.
Nightingale looked a little flustered, and she hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, I didn't expect you to be such a conservative person."
The bartender brought the iced rum and gave Nightingale a look, as if to signal him to comfort the guest.
After loading all six bullets, Nightingale said helplessly, "The devil Baalzebub will come with death and slaughter everyone. He is in charge of disease, flies, and gluttony. Any townspeople who find suspicious people are obliged to give warnings as soon as possible."
Jiang He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. There were unusual seasonings in the wine, which were either highly toxic or drugs. He was used to it.
"The origin of the legend." Nightingale looked at the cold muzzle of the gun in front of her, stretched out her hand to signal the four people who stood up in the corner to sit down again.
"Didn't the sheriff make that public announcement just a quarter of an hour ago?" Nightingale was puzzled.
"I can vouch for that," the bartender said.
Jiang He closed his eyes. He was just strolling on the street and there was no public announcement at all. Besides, the sheriff had died two hours ago. Rather than a script setting, this message was more like a temporary insertion in the background. Due to the haste, there were obvious bugs.
"Any townspeople who spot suspicious people are obliged to raise the alarm as soon as they see one. This means that someone inside Shuguang Company is searching for Baalzebub and is influencing the robots' backstage information. They have considerable power and the other party is likely a player."
Half a minute after the wine went down their throats, the four men in the corner picked up their weapons again.
Nightingale stood up and stepped back reluctantly.
The bartender pulled out a set of blood-stained knives from the counter, with bits of meat still on the blades.
"I want his legs."
"This guy is good-looking. I want to peel off his face as a souvenir."
"Look, our girl can't wait any longer. Cut off the pelvis for her to use tonight."
The four men approached with laughter. Because of the previous chaos, there were not many customers at the moment. Normally, the tavern was just a normal tavern, but it could turn into a butcher shop at any time.
Suddenly, Jiang He opened his eyes.
Bang bang bang!
Six bullets were fired continuously as the muzzle moved. All four men were shot in the center of their eyebrows. Nightingale's eye socket was shattered. The bartender behind him just picked up a knife and was immediately shot in the head and died instantly.
Bang!
Suddenly, at the door of the tavern, a burly man picked up a Winchester rifle, turned around and shot wildly. Five consecutive shotgun shells shattered the glass and all landed on someone.
Crack!
Most of the shotgun shells were blocked by Weidan's windbreaker, and a few hit his chest and tore his shirt, but they failed to completely break through the intermediate tough defense of the Holy Iron External Kung Fu.
Jiang He threw away the ordinary revolver, took out the Whale Song and pulled the trigger. The basic damage of the rare firearm was enhanced by the bullet, which blasted a bowl-sized round hole in the wooden wall. The strong man was shot through the heart, staggered backward and fell, and died in the blink of an eye.
The shootout ends.
Jiang He looked around and opened the title
[Tip: You have activated the title · Gun Town Dragon City. When attacking a stronghold-type building, you will temporarily have a three-dimensional vision of the target.]
In an instant, the three-dimensional model of the second floor of the entire tavern appeared in his field of vision, with the hidden compartments and secret rooms clearly visible. The combined use of the Eye of Truth and the Snake Eyes allowed him to see the three human-shaped heat sources clearly.
Jiang He replaced his gun with Scarlet Baptism. For players, all titles can be worn and take effect at the same time.
boom!
A dark red light flew out from the muzzle of the gun, shattering the ceiling on the first floor and hitting the enemy on the second floor who was holding his gun.
Without any scream, the target was directly beaten into pieces. After mastering the conversion between light and dark, someone was able to add spiral force to the bullets, greatly enhancing the penetrating damage.
Jiang He went up to the second floor and kicked open the wooden door that was on the verge of breaking. Across the floor was a pile of broken flesh and a dishevelled woman on the bed. Her throat had been cut by a sharp blade and she was bleeding and cold. Her eyes were dull. Not far away, next to a desk, an elderly priest was muttering to himself and mourning.
The elderly priest looked at the woman with compassion. "After hearing the gunshot, White immediately killed the poor girl. He may not want to reveal his location, but in life, you can't just use violence to solve problems."
Jiang He loaded a bullet and said indifferently: "If violence cannot solve the problem, then violence will be meaningless."
The old priest turned his head, his eyes looking at a hopeless devil.
"Any brutal pleasure will end in brutality."
boom!
Jiang He casually shot the old guy, and his head exploded like a watermelon, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
(End of this chapter)