The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 34 I Have a Way in the North

As the voice fell, the bartender in the bar fell into a daze due to shock, and the already empty bar hall instantly became audible.

In the calm and depressing atmosphere, there was a muffled sound behind him. Aiwen turned his head and saw a thin man with rotten teeth at the round table next door. He covered the back of his hand and asked angrily:
"Where are you from? Or is it a newcomer sent by the Bloody Hand Party to die?"

After all, several other people threw the cards in their hands on the table one after another, and let out a series of malicious laughter at the same time.

However, what they didn't expect was that not only did Aiwen not escape, but he jumped off the high stool, went straight to the round table, pulled a chair and sat down.

At the same time, he smiled at several unbelievable black street mice around him:

"It just so happened that I didn't bring any money for wine today, so how about we take a gamble?"

After a moment of silence, Rotten, who was standing beside him, picked up the chair behind his buttocks first, and others followed suit, picking up the surrounding objects fiercely, as if Aiwen would fall into life in the next moment A situation where you can't take care of yourself.

During this period, the one-eyed Walker who was sitting across the round table suddenly let out a ferocious chuckle, causing the scar on his cheek to pass through his left eye and spread to the top of his head, wriggling like a centipede, and raised his hand to stop several reckless of the men.

Then he asked with great interest, "Then what do you think you can bet with me?"

"There are many things that can bet on, but there is only one most precious thing for ordinary people."

While speaking, Aiwen licked the dry corner of his mouth, unceremoniously picked up the empty wine glass on the round table, poured himself a glass of beer, and took a sip from his mouth.

"It's so terrible!"

He sprayed out the remaining liquid in his mouth, and threw the wine glass on the table casually. Finally, just as One-Eyed Walker's patience was about to run out, he raised his hand and pulled out his own gun from the holster under his armpit.

"Damn it...he has a gun!"

The bright gun barrel reflecting the metallic luster made the heart of Rotten Fang who was about to vent his anger on Ivan trembled, and a little sweat leaked out of the hands holding the chair unconsciously.

Just when his subordinates panicked, the one-eyed Walker across the round table did not show any look of fear, but narrowed his remaining right eye slightly.

"The standard firearms of the Tingen City Police, and even if ordinary people can get a gun by chance, they will never match the corresponding armpit holster!"

As he thought about it, he strengthened his previous conjecture about Aiwen's "unfriendly comer".

But what made him even more unexpected was that in his guess, Ivan, who came here to fight the autumn wind, might just be relying on his status, but raised his hand and ejected five bullets from the magazine.

Then he turned the wheel, placed the pistol in the center of the round table, and at the same time spread his fingers and made a "please" gesture with a smile on his face.

"Intis Roulette!"

"He wants to bet his life with me?" Walker's eyes suddenly twitched.

He is no stranger to this gambling game that started in Intis more than 100 years ago and is rumored to have some relationship with Emperor Roselle.

It can even be said that the current status of the Razor Gang is a factor of "Intis Roulette" victory.

But what surprised him was the identity of the other party and the unknown purpose contained in the crazy behavior.

"A few soules a week, is it worth it?" One-eyed Walker suddenly sneered.

"You seem to be hesitating?"

During the rhetorical question, the smile on Ai Wen's face was even bigger.

"Do you want your subordinates to feel that their boss is a coward?"

The provocative words caused the subordinates who were about to move, to cast strange gazes.

The successive provocations finally made One-eyed Walker give up the idea of ​​communication, picked up the revolver with his backhand, and put it on his forehead without any fear, and said with a grinning smile:

"In that case, let me tell you, what is the courage to gain a foothold in this neighborhood!"

After saying "click", he directly pulled the trigger, and there was a light sound from the hammer when it was empty, which made One-eyed Walker breathe out calmly, and threw the revolver in front of Ivan with his backhand .

"Very good luck!"

Seeing this, Ivan shrugged, quickly picked up the revolver and pressed it against his chin, and suddenly smiled:

"Actually, I came here to do three things!"

As soon as the words fell, the hammer of the revolver suddenly bounced, and he pulled the trigger with a soft "click".

However, the sound of empty bullets did not stop him from moving. Just like a proud soldier declaring his victory, he kept his fingertips and continued solemnly:
"That's...loyalty!"

"Crack!"

"loyalty!"

"Crack!"

"Still TM's loyalty!"

"Click..." The soft sound of the hammer hitting the empty positions one after another was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Crazy! This bastard is a complete lunatic!"

The rotten teeth that were completely frozen by the side, the hands holding the chair trembling slightly, only felt that his crotch was wet.

The bartender, who had been watching secretly from a distance, had completely retreated under the bar.

"Only one bullet left!"

Looking at the revolver thrown by Aiwen in the center of the round table, the one-eyed Walker, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly had a large amount of fine beads of sweat on his forehead as smooth as a marinated egg.

He suddenly began to regret provoking this crazy guy. He should have given him some money and told him to leave quickly.

In my chaotic mind, I also thought about picking up a pistol and punching a hole in the opponent's chest.

But after thinking about it, he didn't dare to gamble.

Because he knows what the standard pistol means, and decades of gangster life in the docks have made him understand that there must be thousands of connections between the police station and those storm priests who kill a group of gang rats more easily than a chicken. Inextricably linked.

"After I die, my younger brother will definitely not be able to suppress this group of men with evil intentions. Later, Liu Zhi will tell him to leave Tingen City with his family forever. Don't think about revenge, and don't think about making a comeback."

While thinking wildly, One-eyed Walker said hoarsely: "It's my turn..."

Then he stretched out his trembling palm, and was about to take the pistol, and by the way, "six fingers" with his most loyal subordinate, while saying some last words.

Ivan, who was leaning on the edge of the table and looking at him with a smile on his face, suddenly reached out and took the pistol back first, and pulled the trigger directly with the muzzle facing the sky.

The loud bang of "bang" startled the gang rats with their own thoughts, and turned their eyes to Ivan, who was blowing light blue smoke on the muzzle of his gun.

"Looks like it's not the bullet!"

Aiwen, who didn't notice it, smiled, opened the magazine and slowly reloaded it, the "dum bomb" he modified.

While looking at the one-eyed Walker who was recovering, he said: "I have a road in the Hoy River in the north. The risk is a bit high, but the profit should be high. The so-called wealth and wealth are sought in insurance. After deducting the cost of the raw materials resold in the industrial zone, we will share it!"

"You don't need to be grateful to me. The purpose of my life is to let everyone eat when I have something to eat, but after I am full, it will be your turn to do the rest."

After all, he put the loaded gun back into the holster under his arm, got up and walked out the door, reminding at the same time:

"I figured it out, remember to find me at the Antiquities Protection Association of Tingen City."

"My name is Alvin Stimson!"

Walking out of the gate of the "Black Rose Bar" refreshed, Brenesse's energetic voice suddenly came from his coat pocket:

"I noticed that you didn't touch the cylinder just now, don't you worry about hitting yourself?"

"I'm a little worried."

Facing the sights hidden in the dark on both sides of the street, full of surprise and astonishment, Ai Wen rubbed his chin and smiled:
"But in a few minutes, I'll get up and kill them all, and then go find another family."

"It seems that you are actually worried about them, and their luck seems to be pretty good!"

Hearing that, Brenes didn't refute, but just sighed. After all, in his opinion, an angel of unknown origin who might seek recovery, with some weird backhands, is a very normal operation.

It's just that the other party's behavior looks a little crazy.

　The grades are fragmented, so I don’t want to follow up. Let’s read it slowly. If you have any questions or suggestions, you can leave a message in the comment area. Don’t spray.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)