The tall and fat man, who looked like a wild boar, spat and said, "We don't want Federation dollars. This is District 7. Do you think Federation dollars will work here? I think you should just give us those things. "
He pointed his gun at the traveler's waist. It was obvious that he was after the other party's guns and ammunition. At a time when Federation dollars couldn't be used like before, precious metals and military supplies such as pistol bullets could be used for circulation. Two pistols and four magazines, even if bought on the black market, were equivalent to two to three thousand Federation dollars. This was enough for a family of five to spend for a year on the surface.
It was obvious that the fatty had a big appetite.
However, sometimes, too much appetite often led to death.
The traveler's gaze suddenly turned cold, and his ruby-like eyes suddenly lit up. Fatty and the cowboy felt a chill run down their bodies, as if they had been brushed past by an ice-cold and sharp blade. A towering murderous aura enveloped them, and there seemed to be a faint sweetness in the air. It was the smell of blood. The two of them felt as if they had been thrown into a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the biting cold killing intent made them breathless.
This feeling came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, the murderous aura disappeared completely. The young traveler's eyes lit up and he shook his head. "No, they're my food. How can I give them all to you?"
The fatty and the cowboy seemed to collapse and could hardly stand. The cowboy forced a smile and said, "Of course, of course. How can you walk outside without a good weapon? We understand this principle. "
In the end, the young traveler obtained the right to enter the town with a pistol as a clearance fee. He held the pistol upside down and handed it to the fatty. "Don't point the gun at me next time. I'll misunderstand."
As for what the result of the misunderstanding would be, he didn't say it. However, both of them knew that it was definitely not a good thing. After the young man entered the town, the fatty sat on the ground and said, "I bet this kid is definitely not simple. Damn it, I've never seen anyone with such a murderous aura. It's as if he crawled out of a pile of dead people. "
The cowboy looked at the gun in his hand and was speechless. The gun was new, and there were even grease stains from maintenance. The gun hadn't even been used. In other words, the two pistols were mostly for decoration or camouflage purposes. The cowboy was quite knowledgeable. He knew very well that some guys who didn't use guns might be perverted people.
He resolved to forget the young man.
Allen walked down the street of Graybridge Town. He untied the scarf that covered his face and draped it over his shoulders. Graybridge Town was built on a mountain. The buildings in the town did not look special from afar. Only after entering the town did one realize that they were built according to the terrain. Although most of them were single-story houses, the terrain was undulating, forming a very obvious sense of space.
For the convenience of driving, there were no stairs in the town, only fine brick roads. A dozen alleys and a few avenues formed the traffic network of the town, interspersed with one or two arched bridges to the plateau, which saved the traveller from the inconvenience of ascending and descending.
The people in the town had many dogs, and these large dogs were tied tightly in front of their houses. At this moment in the afternoon, the house dog was lying on the ground, lazily looking at the passersby, but too lazy to bark. There were one or two burly men gathered in front of some houses. They were either wiping their shotguns or fiddling with their traps. They looked like hunters from the town. There were quite a few hunters in Graybridge Town. Allen walked all the way and there were as many as twenty people.
These people usually hunt, and if they encounter dangerous species, they can act as guards for the town. It seemed that the residents of Graybridge Town were not all unarmed, kind, and weak people. However, the entire seventh district was already under the control of the Gate of Freedom. Unless they wanted to go against the Gate of Freedom, they could only let the other party's soldiers enter the town.
Allen saw all of this and made up his mind to hand over Peter's necklace to his family and leave immediately.
It was useless to stay in a place of trouble for a long time.
According to the address provided by Peter, Allen asked three or five people and quickly found the alley where Peter's house was. Just as he turned into the alley, he heard a cry of alarm coming from the depths of the alley, followed by an angry curse. Allen frowned and quickened his steps. The sound coming from the alley attracted the attention of the nearby residents. Three or five residents, men or women, surrounded the depths of the alley.
Allen squeezed in and saw a man reeking of alcohol holding a double-barreled rifle and a bottle of wine in one hand. A woman hugged his feet tightly. The woman raised her head and begged, "Please give it back to me. It was left behind by my husband. You can't take it away!"
"Isn't it just an old antique? Do you really think I care about it? Let go, or don't blame me for being impolite. "The bearded man's gaze was fierce and daunting.
Suddenly, a small figure rushed out of the house and shouted, "Give me back my dad's gun!"
It was a boy, eight or nine years old. He bit the bearded man's leg, causing the bearded man to grimace in pain. The man cursed, "Get lost, damn brat."
She raised her leg and kicked the boy out. The woman on the ground cried out in alarm and hurriedly rushed over to hug the boy. The boy still shouted, "Give me back the gun. My father is a lieutenant in the Federation. He will teach you a lesson!"
The bearded man laughed and threw the bottle of wine away. He was so angry that he laughed, "Then I want to see where that bullshit lieutenant is. You don't know what's good for you. Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your father. "
He strode forward and raised the butt of his gun to smash it down. However, the rifle only sank for a moment before it didn't move at all. The bearded man was shocked. Only then did he see that a hand had unknowingly grabbed his wrist. Looking at the hand, it belonged to a rather frail youth. He looked travel-worn, like a traveler who had just passed by. He looked a little weak, but he held onto himself with one hand.
"Let go." The bearded man shouted.
Allen remained unmoved. He looked thoughtfully at the mother and daughter on the ground. The boy and his mother, how familiar this scene was. For a moment, he thought he saw himself and his mother, Lanny, at his age.
"Let go! You dare to go against the Gate of Freedom? "The bearded man raised his identity.
Only then did Allen say "oh", but he did not let go. Instead, he forcefully pulled back. The bearded man was shocked. He felt an astonishing force coming from his wrist, as if he was going to break his arm. He had no choice but to squat down gradually 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 towards Allen's lower abdomen.
Halfway through the punch, it was gently grabbed by Allen's other hand. Allen let out a muffled snort and tightened his fingers, producing a huge force that crushed the bones of the man's hand bit by bit. Fear finally flashed in the bearded man's eyes. He could clearly hear the sound of his hand bones breaking inch by inch. However, the expression in the youth's eyes was calm, as if he was doing something inconspicuous. This calmness was chilling.
After crushing the bearded man's palm bones, Allen pulled and threw the man away. He clapped his hands and said, "It's very comfortable to bully the weak, isn't it? So now, as the underdog, I wonder how you feel about it? Let me think, where is it good to break you this time … "
The bearded man immediately broke out in cold sweat.
Suddenly, the crowd parted and a man came out and shouted, "What's going on?"
The bearded man immediately got up from the ground and shouted, "Captain Jean, you came at the right time. This bastard must have been sent by the Federation. Look, he crippled my hand! "
The man called captain by the bearded man looked to be in his twenties. He had clear eyes and did not look like a treacherous person. He frowned and looked at Allen, "Who are you? Why did you hurt our people? "
At the end of Allen's answer, the boy behind him shouted, "This bastard stole my father's gun first. He deserves to be taught a lesson."
The onlookers also agreed.
The bearded man flew into a rage out of humiliation. He took out a pistol from behind his waist and shouted, "What the hell are you shouting for!"
"Eric!" Jean shouted, "Put down the gun."
"Captain?"
"Put it down! Then, scram! "Zeon pointed behind him.
The bearded man's face turned green and purple as 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 this happened because I didn't control it well. I promise it won't happen again. "
Allen couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Jean stood up and picked up the gun that the bearded man had dropped to the ground for the mother and son. He placed the gun beside the mother and son before leaving.
The crowd dispersed as well.
The woman helped the child up and said to Allen, "Thank you for your help, sir."
Allen smiled warmly and took out a necklace from his pocket. "Ms. Wendy, I was actually asked to deliver this."
"How do you know my name? It … Heavens, this …" The woman took a deep breath and a complicated expression flashed through her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "This is Peter's. Could it be that he …"
"No, no, no, Lieutenant Peter is fine." Allen hurriedly said, then whispered, "It's just that he's afraid he won't be able to come back for a long time, so he asked me to give you a message. Whatever, I'll give it to you. "
The woman took the necklace, her eyes sparkling with tears. She hugged the boy and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep you for dinner. Joe, this child, he also wants to hear something about his father. Can you stay? "
"Of course." Allen said cheerfully.
It was dark, and the checkpoint in front of the town was changed. Fatty and the cowboy returned to the town's resting place. As soon as they pushed the door open, they smelled disinfectant. The bearded man was sitting beside him, one hand on the table. A town doctor bandaged and fixed his fractured palm. Although the bandaging technique was very average, it did not make the injury worse. Seeing this, the cowboy whistled and said gloatingly, "What's the matter with you, Eric?"
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