The so-called war-torn land was a place where a few people were killed on the street and gunshots were heard. No one came to watch, and no one called the police. Only the lights of many houses nearby suddenly went out.
After killing the three sailors who attacked him from behind, Zuo Yi put Remington back into the spatial ring.
He continued to walk along the street and soon came to the first intersection. He then turned right into an alley.
After walking for about a hundred meters, he arrived at the Herring Bar.
Orange light shone through the dust-covered doors and windows. He could faintly hear music and the noise of the drinkers inside. There was an LED sign hanging on the old oak door, showing a very abstract herring pattern and a line of crooked English words.
Coming to the door of the bar, Zuo Yi threw the cigarette butt that he had just finished on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his foot. He reached out and pushed the door open.
The boiling voices of people, together with a heatwave mixed with all kinds of strange smells, hit him in the face.
Ring ring ring!
The bell hanging behind the door rang and immediately attracted the attention of many people.
There were at least two to three hundred people in this bar. Most of them were boorish sailors, tough mercenaries, fat merchants, drunkards, and scantily clad bar girls.
Among them, there were white people, black people, and local people with brown skin. It made people feel as if they had come to the set of an adventure movie.
In the innermost part of the bar, there were two billiard tables, and several people were playing.
Surprise, doubt, mockery …
Zuo Yi ignored the strange gazes that fell on him and went straight to the front of the bar.
There was an empty chair in front of the bar. Zuo Yi sat down and knocked on the bar. "Give me a glass of whiskey."
The bartender was a burly black man. His head was bald, and one of his eyes was blind, covered by a black eyepatch.
He said calmly, "Ten dollars."
The Dominican Republic had been in war for years, and the country's credit system had long collapsed. Therefore, the currency issued in the past was like waste paper. Now, the currency in circulation in the country was the US dollar.
Zuo Yi rubbed his fingers and "conjured" a hundred dollar bill and threw it on the counter. "Keep the change."
The black bartender took a deep look at Zuo Yi, took the glass and bottle, and poured him a glass of whiskey.
Zuo Yi took the glass and took a sip. He turned around on the stool and silently unfolded the spiritual net.
"Foreigner …"
At this moment, a drunk drinker wearing a cowboy hat staggered over. With a contemptuous smile on his face, he asked in a mocking tone, "Where did you come from? What are you doing here? "
As he spoke, he lifted the leather jacket he was wearing, revealing the revolver on his waist.
The drinkers at the side watched with laughter, their eyes full of schadenfreude.
Zuo Yi downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. He exhaled a breath that reeked of alcohol and said, "I came from a faraway place. Did I come here to kill someone?"
"Murder?"
The cowboy drinker was stunned. "Kill who?"
Crack!
The glass in Zuo Yi's hand turned into countless pieces. He replied, "The bastards of the Truth Council."
As soon as his voice fell, the noisy bar suddenly became very quiet. Only the slot jukebox in the corner was still playing. The air seemed to have frozen.
Everyone looked at Zuo Yi, most of them with extremely vicious, ferocious, and ferocious eyes!
The next moment, at least forty to fifty drinkers pulled out their respective weapons.
The violent killing intent was surging like a tide!
"Go to hell!"
The first to attack was the cowboy drinker who was closest to Zuo Yi. He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it at Zuo Yi's head. The metal knuckles on his right hand drew a sharp light.
Pa!
His fist was caught by Zuo Yi's left hand. His extraordinary strength disappeared like a clay ox in the sea.
"Ah!"
The cowboy drinker let out an earth-shattering scream. His whole body seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. He suddenly flew backward and knocked over countless tables.
At the same time that he crushed the cowboy drinker's hand and sent him flying, Zuo Yi threw out the glass fragments in his hand.
The spiritual net that he had just unfolded had already enveloped the whole bar and activated the detection aura. The light of the soul of everyone present appeared in his perception. In an instant, he was able to distinguish between good and evil camps.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
Mournful screams suddenly sounded. The drinkers who tried to attack Zuo Yi were hit by the glass fragments in their heads and hearts. A large number of them fell down together.
Although it was just ordinary glass, after Zuo Yi concentrated his Dou Qi into it, it was like a high-energy bullet. Even the hardest skull could be easily pierced through by it!
In Zuo Yi's perception, these people all emitted a black and red evil light. They were enemies of his camp.
Not only would killing them not harm Zuo Yi's virtue, but he would also obtain a large amount of faith power.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Many drinkers who were not hit by the glass fragments pulled the trigger at Zuo Yi. All of them were carrying weapons, and some of them were even Extraordinaires.
However, not a single bullet could hit Zuo Yi. This was because his figure had already disappeared from where he was standing. He rushed into the crowd like a ghost and started a massacre!
There was no need for any weapons. His fists were Zuo Yi's strongest weapon. No one could withstand a light punch from him. All of them exploded on the spot, dying in all sorts of strange ways!
The sounds of gunshots, screams, cries for help, and the sound of bones breaking intertwined together to form a purgatory sonata.
This Herring Bar had become a hell of blood and fire. After experiencing the torment of pain and despair, the evil people fell into a bottomless abyss.
In just a few minutes, there was no one left standing in the bar. The floor was littered with corpses. Fresh blood gathered into a stream and flowed silently on the oak floor.
A few survivors hugged their heads and curled up in a corner or under a table. They were trembling in fear!
Bang!
After Zuo Yi killed the last guy who tried to escape from the bar, he calmly returned to the bar counter.
He sat down at his original spot and knocked on the bar counter again. "Another glass."
The black bartender slowly stood up.
When Zuo Yi started his massacre earlier, he immediately shrank back inside and was not affected.
He trembled as he took the bottle and glass and poured Zuo Yi a second glass of whiskey.
Zuo Yi took the glass and said meaningfully, "You're very lucky."
The black bartender was lucky that he was not hit by any random gunshots. Furthermore, his Light of Soul was grayish-white — neutral.
The black bartender squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
He swore that he had never seen a jinx like Zuo Yi in his life!
After finishing the second glass of whiskey in one gulp, Zuo Yi asked, "Where's the entrance?"
The black bartender only hesitated for a second before he decisively pointed to the refrigerated drinks cabinet next to the bar counter.
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