Superman's Journey

Chapter 294 The Kind Local People
"It's time to hit the road again."

Lincoln lay on the couch, looking at the sun in the sky very melancholy.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the multiverse to have fun, but now, the two ancient ones made a move and directly hid the universe.

In this way, if he wants to play, he can only leave this universe.

Since we are all leaving this universe, there is nothing wrong with leaving the Marvel multiverse.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the golden string in his line of sight, and stretched out his finger, as if breaking through the boundary between reality and virtuality, and directly touched a gray string.

The next moment, the golden light dyed the string and fluctuated slightly, and the scenery in front of Lincoln changed.

Lincoln lay on the chair without moving, but the surroundings were no longer the rooftop he was on before, but a street with garbage on the ground.

"Fuck!" Lincoln stood up after cursing slightly, and grabbed a cotton harvester from the side of the road: "Do you know what kind of world this is?"

Cotton Harvester: ? ? ?

Listening to Lincoln's question, his mind was full of question marks, he didn't understand what Lincoln was talking about at all, but subconsciously began to resist: "Hey! Let me go!"

boom!
As his head was pressed on the concrete floor by Lincoln, a feeling from the depths of his blood was activated, and he subconsciously put his hands on his head.

Lincoln:? ? ?
Seeing his familiar operation, it was Lincoln's turn to be confused now, but he didn't have to be confused for too long before he noticed the standard matching mechanism of the cotton harvester - the pistol.

Reaching out his hand to take the gun away from his waist, Lincoln smiled: "You are very brave, you dare to take a gun into the street, you are really lucky that the police didn't kill you, but it is not advisable to act by chance, I will help you with this gun." You save it."

"Are you robbing me?" The black man looked at Lincoln with surprise in his eyes: "How dare you rob me?!"

Lincoln glanced at him blankly, raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand slightly, and pointed it at his head from a distance: "I will give you a chance to reorganize the language."

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the black Nick resolutely persuaded: "Okay, okay. You didn't rob, I gave it to you, I gave it to you!"

"That's right." Lincoln nodded in satisfaction, and continued to look at Nick: "As a friend, do you have anything else to give me?"

"No." Just as Nick was about to deny it, he saw the muzzle of the gun raised again: "Well, I still have some money with me. If you need it, I can give it to you."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Lincoln's face was full of doubts: "I'm not asking for gifts by force, but do you usually give gifts to others with this attitude?"

Nick's mouth moved. He never expected that he would meet robbers on the street a few hours before the National Killing Day.

Isn't this man afraid?Does he have no brains?
Obviously after a while, no matter what crime he commits, he will be innocent, but he wants to rob at this time, why!

Nick was speechless, but he still shook his head and took out the little money he had on him and stuffed it into Lincoln's hand: "This is a gift from me, please be sure to serve me."

Holding the banknote that was better than nothing in his hand, Lincoln was satisfied, and patted him on the shoulder: "That's right! This is the correct etiquette among friends. Next time we meet again, you will still do it, right?" ?”

'Next time we meet again, I will put the muzzle of a gun on your forehead without hesitation and feed you a peanut! '
Nick roared loudly in his heart, but he couldn't help nodding on his face: "Of course, we are friends! Friends are to help each other!"

Nick's answer was heartfelt, so he left alive.

Holding Nick's gift in his hand, Lincoln looked around at the empty street, and after a while, he fixed his gaze on the shop on the side of the road.

However, as soon as he approached the gun shop, the boss inside hung up the closed sign and gave him a contemptuous look: "Huangpi boy, remember to come earlier next time!"

Hearing what he said, Lincoln immediately became angry.

Looking at the surveillance cameras around him, he left without saying a word. A moment later, from the alley, he rolled out a small cart covered with tarpaulin and stopped at the entrance of the gun shop.

From the perspective of the camera, it was impossible to see clearly what was under the tarpaulin, but as Lincoln opened the tarpaulin a little, the boss in the gun shop could clearly see what was under the tarpaulin.

Looking at the shape of the six 6mm gun barrels forming a circle, looking at the densely packed belt with thousands of rounds of bullets, looking at the shiny gun body and smiling at him sitting behind the car Lincoln, the owner of the gun shop, was sweating all of a sudden.

He originally thought that Lincoln was an Asian who wanted to come over to buy a gun, so he had the time to make shameless ridicule, but what did he see now?
The Lincoln who he thought didn't have a gun actually pushed a Gatling backhand?

Fuck it!You have a gun, can't you say it sooner? !Do you have to hit the barrel in your face after being rejected?
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the owner of the gun shop felt [-] MMPs in his heart, and his whole body trembled.

He knows his own affairs.

In order to deal with possible attacks, the gun shop felt that the defense specifications were very high, but no matter how high the rules were, they were like paper in front of a heavy machine gun like Gatling.

When this thing is turned, even a few centimeters thick concrete wall can be easily pierced into a sieve. As far as his defensive measures are concerned, he may be torn apart violently in a matter of minutes.

And the more dangerous situation now is that not only his shop, but also himself may be torn apart by then.

Thinking of this possibility, the owner of the gun shop suddenly panicked, hurriedly took off the sign that had been hung up before, and then looked at Lincoln with a pleasant face: "Hey brother, do you need anything? It's dangerous outside, I can send you Something to protect yourself."

From the moment Lincoln pulled out the machine gun, the boss knew that there was nothing good about it.

That being the case, instead of letting this guy stand guard in front of his door and giving him hundreds of bullets when the time comes, it would be better to send him away now and give him some benefits in advance.

The gun store is a huge profiteering business, he doesn't lose much by giving away some things, it's better than losing his life.

Lincoln is very satisfied with the attitude of the boss.

So, ten minutes later, Lincoln left with a backpack full of pain and palpitations in the eyes of the gun shop owner.

gun?He didn't ask for a gun, he just prepared some bombs.

(End of this chapter)