Edge of the Apocalypse

The fat man like a wild boar snorted and said, "We don't want Federal currency, this is the seventh district. Do you think Federal currency is still working here? I think you give us those things."

He pointed at the traveler's waist with the muzzle, the meaning was obvious, he was thinking of shooting the opponent with guns and ammunition. At this moment when the federal currency cannot be used as usual, it is natural that some precious metals and military resources such as pistol bullets can be used for circulation. Two pistols, plus four magazines, even if purchased through the black market, are equivalent to two to three thousand federal currency. This is on the surface, enough for a family of five a year.

It can be seen that the fat man has a big appetite.

It’s just that sometimes, too much appetite tends to die.

The traveler's gaze suddenly shrank, and the ruby ​​eyes suddenly brightened. The fat man and the cowboy felt cold all over, as if they were being brushed by a cold sharp blade. A surging air of killing and cutting engulfed them, and the air seemed to have a faint sweetness, that was the smell of blood. The two of them were thrown into the battlefield of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, their breathless intent suppressed them.

This feels coming and going fast, but with the blink of an eye, the murderous spirit fades completely. The young traveler's eyes converged, and he just shook his head and said, "No, they are the guys I eat, how can I give them all to you."

The two of them seemed to collapse, almost unable to stand. The cowboy smiled reluctantly: "Of course, of course, walking outside, how to make a bad guy. We still understand the truth."

Finally, with a pistol as a customs clearance fee, the young traveller gained the right to enter the town. He held the pistol upside down, and when he handed it to the fat man, he said, "Don't point the muzzle at me next time, I'll get it wrong."

As for the result of the misunderstanding, he did not say. But both of them knew that it was definitely not a good thing. After the young man entered the town, the fat man sat down on the ground and said, "I bet, this kid is definitely not easy. Damn, I have never seen such murderousness. People who just crawled out of the dead."

The cowboy looked at the gun in his hand and was silent. The gun is new, and you can even see grease stains from maintenance. This gun has not even been used. In other words, those two pistols are mostly just for decoration or cover up. The cowboy is also quite knowledgeable, he knows very well that some guys who don't use guns may be abnormal fierce men.

He decided to forget the young man.

Allen walked down the small street in Graybridge Town. He unbuttoned the scarf covering his head and face and simply put it on his shoulders. The town of Huiqiao was built on the mountain. The buildings of the town were nothing special from a distance. Only when I entered the town, I found that they were built according to the terrain. Although they are mainly bungalows, they are scattered high and low due to the undulating terrain, forming a very obvious sense of space.

In order to facilitate traffic, the town does not build stairs, only paved with fine masonry roads. A dozen alleys and several streets form the town’s transportation network, with one or two arch bridges connecting the high ground occasionally, so that pedestrians avoid the inconvenience of going up and down.

Many people in the town keep dogs, and these big dogs are mostly tied to their doorsteps. At this moment in the afternoon, the dog was lying on the ground, lazily looking at the passing pedestrians, but was too lazy to bark. One or two big men gathered in front of some houses. They were either wiping shotguns or fiddling with animal traps. They looked like hunters in the town. There are still a lot of hunters in Graybridge Town, and Alan has been around twenty people along the way.

These people hunting on weekdays, and can act as the guards of the town in the event of dangerous species. It seems that the residents of Gray Bridge Town are not all unarmed, good and weak people, but the entire seventh district is already under the control of Freedom Gate. Unless they want to fight the Freedom Gate, they can only let the other's soldiers enter the town.

Allen saw these situations in his eyes, made up his mind, gave Peter's necklace to his family and left immediately.

It is useless to stay for a long time in a place of right and wrong.

According to the address provided by Peter, Allen asked about three or five people, and quickly found the alley where Peter's house was. As soon as I turned into the alley, I heard a cry of exclamation from the depths of the alley, followed by the sound of cursing. Allen frowned and stepped forward. The sound from the alley attracted the attention of nearby residents. Three to five residents, men or women, surrounded the alley deep.

Allen squeezed in, and saw a drunk man carrying a double-barreled rifle and a wine bottle in one hand. A woman held his feet tightly, and the woman raised her head and begged: "Please return it to me, it is left by my husband. You can't take it away!"

"It's not just an old antique, I really think I'm rare. You let go, or don't blame me for being polite." The man with a big beard had fierce eyes that made people daunting.

A small figure suddenly rushed out of the house, shouting: "Return my father's gun."

It was a boy, eight or nine years old. Biting on the beard's leg, the beard grinned with pain. The man cursed: "Go away, kid."

As soon as she lifted her leg and kicked the boy out, the woman on the ground exclaimed and hurriedly rushed to hug the boy. The boy still exclaimed: "Give me back the gun, my dad is a federal lieutenant, he will teach you severely!"

The bearded laughed, threw the bottle, and smirked: "Then I want to see where the **** lieutenant is? You kid who doesn't know good or bad, let me teach you a lesson for your father."

He strode up, raising the **** of the rifle to drop it. However, the rifle only sank for a while before it moved. The bearded man was taken aback, and then he could see that he did not know when he was holding a hand on his wrist. As this hand looked over, he was a slightly thin boy. He looked like a servant in the wind, like a passing traveler. Looks a little weak, but he held himself with one hand.

"Let go." The beard shouted violently.

Alan was not moved, he looked at the mother and daughter on the ground thoughtfully. Boy and mother, this scene is so familiar. For a moment, he thought he saw himself and his mother Lanni when he was old.

"Let go! Do you dare to fight the Freedom Gate?" The beard lifted his identity.

Allen made an "Oh" sound, but didn't let go, but pulled it back. The bearded man was shocked immediately, only to feel an astonishing force coming from his wrist, as if he was about to break his arm. He had to follow the trend and gradually squat down to avoid being broken by Allen. Seeing that he was about to kneel to the ground, the beard roared and slammed his other hand towards Alan's abdomen.

Halfway through the punch, Alan's other hand was gently held. Allen snorted and tightened his five fingers, exerting a huge force to crush the man's hand bones. Fear finally flashed in the bearded's eyes, he clearly heard the sound of breaking his hand bones every inch, but the look in the young man's eyes was calm, as if he was doing something unremarkable. This calm is chilling.

After crushing the beard's palm bones, Allen pulled the man away and threw the man away, clapping his hands: "It's nice to bully the weak? So now, as the weak, I don't know how you feel. How? Let me think about it, how can I pinch you off this time..."

The beard was suddenly dripping with cold sweat.

Suddenly the crowd separated, and a man came out and shouted, "What's the matter?"

The beard immediately got up from the ground as if he was looking for a rescuer and shouted, "Captain Jean, you came just right. This **** must have been sent by the Federation, you see, he has used my hand!"

The man in his twenties who was called the captain by the big beard was clear-cut, not like a treacherous person. He frowned, looked at Allen and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to hurt our people."

Allen finally replied, and the boy behind him shouted: "This **** robbed my father's gun first. He deserves to be taught."

Residents onlookers also responded.

The bearded man became angry and took out a pistol from behind his waist and shouted, "What the **** are you!"

"Eric!" Gene yelled: "Put the gun down."

"team leader?"

"Let it go! Then, get out of here!" Gene pointed back.

The bearded face was blue and purple, and he closed his gun and left in anger. Genn sighed, nodded to Allen, and walked to the mother and son on the ground. He bent down and bowed: "I'm sorry, because I didn't manage well, this happened. I promise that the same thing won't happen again."

Allen couldn't help but glanced at him a few more times.

Gene stood up and retrieved the guns that had fallen on the ground with their beards for the mother and son. He put the gun to the mother and son, and then left.

People also dispersed.

The woman helped the child up, and then said to Allen: "Thank you for your help, sir."

Allen showed a gentle smile, took out a necklace from his pocket and said, "Ms. Wendy, I was actually entrusted to give this thing."

"How do you know my name~www.readwn.com~It... God, this..." The woman took a deep breath, her eyes flashed with complicated expressions, her voice trembled and said: "This is Peter's, can it? he……"

"No, no, Lieutenant Pete is fine." Allen said hurriedly, and then said softly, "It's just that he may not be able to return for a long time, so I ask me to bring you a message. Feel free to give it to you. "

The woman took the necklace with tears in her eyes. She hugged the boy and said, "If you don't mind, I want to keep you for dinner. Joe, this kid, he also wants to hear something about his father. Can you stay?"

"Of course." Allen said cheerfully.

It's dark, the checkpoint in front of the town changes defense. The fat man and the cowboy returned to the rest place in the town, opened the door and went in, asking about the smell of disinfectant. The bearded man was sitting nearby, with one hand on the table. A doctor in the town bandaged and fixed his fractured palm for him. Although the bandaging technique was very common, he did not make the injury worse. Seeing this, the cowboy blew his whistle and gloated, "Eric, what's the matter with you?" r1058

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