Qianye slowly held Mr. Zhao's hand that was stretched forward. He seemed to be holding something in his clenched palm. Two of his fingers were broken, but he still didn't let go. From the broken fingers, he could see the
It's a generic medicine bottle, and the label states a very common nerve soothing agent.
In the eyes of well-connected people, this bottle of medicine was not worth a few silver coins. Perhaps this was the reason why the murderer finally gave up on taking it.
But Qianye knew what this medicine was used for.
This is the medicine Mr. Zhao bought for Qianye to relieve the symptoms of the Dark Blood attack. It was just because the other party was late in shipping the medicine, so it was not delivered to Qianye until the end.
But Qianye didn't expect that Mr. Zhao even had his legs chopped off before he died, but he still hadn't forgotten this bottle of medicine.
Qianye seemed to see Mr. Zhao stand up again, handed over the medicine bottle, and said proudly: "Nothing I, Mr. Zhao, promised has ever failed to count!"
The medicine has been obtained, but Qianye no longer needs it.
Qianye has been fighting for Mr. Zhao for some time. Every time he participates in a gambling battle, the reward he gets is a silver coin, which can be exchanged for a bottle of medicine after three battles. Because virtual fighting is a technical job, the reward is actually better than bloody fighting.
Even higher.
In the abandoned land, people who are not afraid of death are everywhere, but there are not many who really know how to fight.
This is the reality of the abandoned land. People are constantly gambling with their bodies and lives. But even if they win with their lives, their income is not as valuable as a piece of bread lost by those wealthy families in the middle and upper-class continent.
In the Eternal Night Continent, where there is no order or justice, Mr. Zhao, who always keeps his word, is completely an anomaly. On the surface, Qianye only has a temporary employment relationship with Mr. Zhao. In fact, Mr. Zhao has always regarded him as a brother in private.
This is why Qianye is willing to cooperate with him and has secretly protected him several times.
With Mr. Zhao here, forces from other areas cannot enter Lighthouse Town, and the people in the town can at least live a somewhat orderly life.
Mr. Zhao, the police chief, and Qianye maintain the order of Dengta Town in the black and white areas and the gray zone respectively. Within the sphere of influence of Black Current City, Dengta Town is a small paradise, so the people who live here live together
There are more and more people, even scavengers, who will try their best to spend the night here as long as the distance allows.
But all their efforts were useless in front of the behemoth of the Expeditionary Force. It just moved its smallest little finger and crushed everything.
Qianye took a deep breath and felt a blood boiling slowly in his chest! He was unable to compete with the expeditionary force, but he could teach those accomplices and henchmen a profound and eternal lesson!
Qianye said softly: "Master Zhao, give it to me. I have already received my reward."
As if by a miracle, Mr. Zhao's hand that he had been holding tightly suddenly loosened.
Qianye put the medicine bottle into his pocket and glanced around the room.
This place was also looted, and the two steel doors of the weapons cabinet were missing, leaving them empty. This was something Qianye had expected, and he didn't care about these ordinary gunpowder weapons.
He left Mr. Zhao's room and walked silently along the corridor.
When passing the door of a room, Qianye suddenly stopped and took off the shotgun from behind.
There were voices in the room, and one of them was Yan Laohu.
"Thanks to Master Qi's help this time, I was able to sit in this position. From now on, I, Yan Laohu, will obey Master Qi's instructions without any hesitation!"
Another somewhat wretched and feminine voice said: "This boy named Zhao and that boy named Qianye are so ignorant and shameless! Do they just talk casually when they treat us as young masters? Huh! What Mr. Zhao?"
, he is just a local ruffian, and he dares to call himself a prince."
Yan Laohu, who is also a gangster leader, laughed with him, and his laughter was a little awkward.
The mean voice continued: "You people, being able to rely on our young master and be his dog is a blessing that many people can't repair! Just throw a bone from the young master and it will be enough for you to chew on."
Nian! However, if you have other thoughts that you shouldn’t have, haha, don’t blame me for saying ugly words in front of you, then today, the person named Zhao, will be your tomorrow!”
Yan Laohu said repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare! I will do my best for the young master! Mr. Wang, it's getting late, is it time to rest? Which woman in town have you seen? I will take someone to give it to you right away."
Catch me!"
Mr. Wang sighed and said: "The only one here who has a taste is Min'er. It's a pity..."
"Who asked her to bite the young master? The young master had ordered her to suffer for seven days before she died. Today is the fifth night. Now she has long been rendered humanoid, so let's change her."
The man hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine."
At this moment, Qianye's cold voice suddenly came from outside the door: "No need to change people."
"Who?"
"Who's out there?"
There was a lot of shouting and shouting in the room.
At this time, Qianye's perception, which had been greatly improved by the vampire's physique, came into play. Just by listening to the chaotic footsteps, he outlined the situation in the room in his mind, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
One of the guards rushed directly to the door, which was almost stupid bravery.
Qianye put the shotgun against the door and fired!
A large hole was blown out of the thin wooden door. At such a close distance, the guard was also thrown backward by the huge momentum, and his chest and abdomen were covered in blood and flesh.
Qianye kicked down the door and without even looking, fired another shot into the room. Dense iron sand instantly covered most of the room, and there was a sudden scream inside.
Behind Mr. Wang, a stout man jumped out. He was over two meters tall, and his head seemed to be full of muscles. In front of him, Qianye, who was more than 1.85 meters tall, looked like
A child.
There were dozens of blood spots on the big man's face, which were all shot out by iron sand, but obviously this homemade double-barreled shotgun had no effect on him.
The big man roared angrily, strode towards him, raised a fist that was almost as big as Qianye's head, and smashed Qianye's face hard.
Qianye did not dodge, he also punched out, and punched the big man hard!
Amidst the cracking sound of bones cracking, the big man's fist was obviously deformed, and even his arm was twisted to the side. With such a simple and rough fist fight, Qianye completely crushed his opponent!
Qianye flew up with a kick, and an astonishing force burst out from his slightly thin body, directly kicking the big man away. The big man crashed through the two walls with a rumble, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Qianye clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yan Laohu, we meet again. As for this gentleman, his surname is Wang?"
The Mr. Wang that Yan Laohu describes is a middle-aged man with most of his hair bald and a huge belly that looks very cumbersome. But it would be wrong to despise him because of his appearance. Such a guy actually has a first-level soldier.
strength.
"Qianye! Are you not dead yet?" Yan Laohu exclaimed, subconsciously leaning against the wall.
Mr. Wang was very calm. He had just raised the table to block the flying iron sand, and his whole body seemed to be intact.
He said slowly: "Are you Qianye? I have never met you, but I have heard of you. Our Mr. Qi is very interested in you. I thought you had escaped or died, so I put this place here."
I cleaned it up and got rid of a few unsightly things. Now that you are back, I can make the decision and give you another chance to come back with me.
Mr. Qi, how about doing things? You are very young and a talented person. Only under Mr. Qi can you truly show your abilities. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will be like those scum in the wasteland, doing anything for a bite to eat.
Come out. Wait until you die and then become dinner for wild dogs! Is this kind of life really what you want?"
Mr. Wang used his feminine voice to talk eloquently, which was actually quite convincing.
"But I don't like some of your people very much, such as this guy." Qianye pointed at Yan Laohu.
Seeing Qianye like this, Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "If you are willing to do things for us, then he will naturally be of no use. You can deal with him as you like, and his current territory will be handed over to you. How about it?"
?I can make the decision on this matter!"
"No! No! Mr. Wang, this can't work!" Yan Laohu didn't expect this result at all and jumped up in shock.
Immediately, Yan Laohu, who seemed to be in extreme panic, suddenly took out his pistol, fiercely pulled the trigger on Qianye, and shouted with a ferocious smile: "You bastard, go to hell!"
The sound of gunfire and gunpowder smoke obscured everything. When Yan Laohu emptied the bullets in his pistol, he saw Qianye standing intact.
The corners of Mr. Wang's eyes kept twitching. He could clearly see from the side that every time Yan Laohu pulled the trigger, Qianye's body would twist strangely, just avoiding the bullet's trajectory. With such a skill, he could only
This has been seen in military masters, and this is also an important reason why gunpowder guns cannot attack masters of the Force.
The magazine was empty, but Yan Laohu was still desperately pulling the trigger. The gun was clicking and banging, as if it was ringing a death knell for him.
The continuous huge movements in the room finally alerted the people stationed further away, and the sound of rapid footsteps came from bottom to top, from far to near.
Qianye stretched out his foot, and a pistol that belonged to a guard on the ground was in his palm, and then he fired several shots at the wall on the other side of the corridor.
The partitions of these rooms were made of wooden boards and iron sheets, which seemed a bit thin in front of the pistol. The bullets penetrated the thin walls as if they had eyes and shot at the people outside. The person who was shot screamed and turned over the railing.
Go out and fall down hard.
Falling from a height of three stories would cause an injury to an ordinary person, such as breaking a hand or a leg. If you happen to hit your neck bone, you won't be able to survive.
Qianye fired five shots and shot down five people, but there was still one bullet left in the pistol.
Without looking back, he threw the muzzle of the gun over his left shoulder, and the bullet accurately shot into Mr. Wang's arm. The latter screamed in pain, and as soon as he let go, a particularly heavy pistol fell to the ground.