Papa Paladin

  Chapter 429 Massacre (12)

  The so-called war-torn land means that a few people were killed on the street, and the sound of gunfire was loud. No one came to watch, and no one called the police. Only the lights of many nearby houses suddenly went out.

   Bombing and killing the three sailors who attacked him from behind, Zuo Yi put Remington back into the space ring.

  He continued along the street and soon came to the first intersection, then turned right into an alley.

   After walking a hundred meters away, the Herring Bar arrived.

The orange light shines through the dusty doors and windows, and the music and the noise of the drinkers can be faintly heard inside. There is an LED light board hanging on the old oak door, which shows a very abstract Herring patterns and a line of crooked English words.

  When he came to the door of the bar, Zuo Yi threw the cigarette **** he had just finished smoking on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the bar.

  Boiling human voices, together with a wave of heat mixed with various strange smells, rushed to the face!

Jingle Bell!

  The bell hanging behind the door frame vibrated, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

   There are at least two to three hundred people in this bar, mostly rude sailors, sturdy mercenaries, fat-headed businessmen, drunken drunks, and bar girls in scantily dressed clothes.

   Among them are white and black, and brown-skinned natives, which makes people feel as if they are on the set of some adventure movie.

   There are two pool tables in the innermost part of the bar, and several people are playing.

   Surprise, doubt, ridicule...

  Zuo Yi ignored all the strange gazes on him, and went straight to the front of the bar.

   There were still empty stools in front of the bar, Zuo Yi sat down, reached out and knocked on the bar: "Give me a glass of whiskey."

   The bartender was a black man with a bald head and a blind eye, which was covered with a black eyepatch.

  He said calmly, "Ten dollars."

  The Republic of Dominglai has been in war for years, and the national credit system has long since collapsed, so the currency issued before is like waste paper, but now the US dollar is circulating in this country.

  Zuo Yi rubbed his fingers, "conjured up" a hundred-dollar bill and threw it on the counter: "Don't look for it yet."

  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 a sip from the wine glass, sat on the stool and turned around, silently unfolding the spiritual net.

   "Outlander..."

At this moment, a drunken drinker wearing a cowboy hat staggered over, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and asked in a mocking tone: "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

   As he spoke, he lifted up the leather jacket he was wearing, revealing the revolver stuck in his waist.

  The drinker next to him watched happily, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

  Zuo Yi drank the whiskey in the glass, spit out the alcohol and said lightly: "I came here from a long way, did I come here to kill someone?"

   "Kill?"

  The cowboy drinker was stunned for a moment: "Kill who?"

   Click!

  The wine glass was shattered into countless fragments in Zuo Yi's hands, and he replied: "The beast of the Zhenzhi Council."

   As soon as the voice fell, the originally bustling bar suddenly became very quiet, only the coin-operated jukebox placed in the corner was still playing, and the air seemed to freeze.

   Everyone looked at Zuo Yi in unison, most of their eyes were filled with incomparably vicious, ferocious and ferocious!

  The next moment, at least forty or fifty drinkers pulled out their weapons.

   Violent killing intent is raging like a tide!

   "Die!"

   The cowboy drinker closest to Zuo Yi was the first to strike. He suddenly raised his fist and slammed Zuo Yi's head hard, and the metal knuckles on his right hand drew a sharp light.

Snapped!

  His fist was grasped by Zuo Yi's left hand, and his strength surpassed that of ordinary people, as if a bull had fallen into the sea.

"what!"

  The cowboy drinker let out an earth-shattering scream, his whole body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and suddenly flew backwards, knocking over how many wine tables.

   While crushing the bones of the cowboy drinker's hand and knocking them into the air, Zuo Yi threw out the shards of glass he was holding.

  The spiritual net he just opened has enveloped the entire bar, and inspired the detection aura, all the spiritual light of everyone present is presented in his perception, instantly distinguishing the camps of good and evil.

   "Ah!" "Ah!"

  Screaming screams suddenly sounded, and those drinkers who tried to attack Zuo Yi were hit in the head and heart by glass shards, and a large piece fell down in unison.

  Although it is ordinary glass, after being infused with fighting energy by Zuo Yi, it is like high-energy bullets, which can easily penetrate even the hardest skull!

  In Zuo Yi's perception, these people all showed black and red evil light, and they were the enemies of his camp.

  Killing them not only does not damage Zuo Yi's virtue, but also gains a lot of power of faith.

boom! boom! boom!

  Many drinkers who were not hit by the shards of glass pulled the trigger on Zuo Yi. All of them carried weapons on their bodies, and some of them were supernatural beings.

  However, none of the bullets could hit Zuo Yi, because his figure had disappeared in place, and he rushed into the crowd like a ghost, killing a lot!

   You don’t need any weapons. Fist is Zuo Yi’s strongest weapon. No one can stop his light punch. They are blown up on the spot and die in strange shapes!

  The sounds of gunshots, screams, cries for help, and fractures are intertwined to form a purgatory sonata.

  This herring bar has become a **** of blood and fire. After experiencing pain and despair, one by one evil fell into the bottomless abyss.

   In just a few minutes, there was no one standing in the bar. The ground was strewn with corpses, and the blood gathered into a stream, flowing silently on the oak floor.

   A few survivors hugged their heads and curled up in a corner or under the table, trembling and heartbroken!

  Boom!

  After Zuo Yi killed the last guy who tried to escape from the bar, he calmly returned to the front of the bar.

  He sat down at the original position, knocked on the bar again: "Have another drink."

  The black bartender stood up slowly.

  When Zuo Yi started killing just now, he shrank inside immediately, so he was not affected.

  He took the bottle and glass tremblingly, and poured Zuo Yi a second glass of whiskey.

  Zuo Yi took the wine glass and said meaningfully: "You are very lucky."

  The black bartender was lucky not to be shot indiscriminately, and the light of his heart was gray-neutral camp.

  The black bartender squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

  He swears that he has never seen such an evil star as Zuo Yi in his life!

   After drinking the second glass of wine in one gulp, Zuo Yi asked, "Where is the entrance?"

  The black bartender hesitated for only a second, and decisively pointed to the refrigerated drink cabinet next to the bar.

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  (end of this chapter)