On the way to the hotel after leaving the church, Hays thought for a long time and made a decision. He whispered to Kang. The other party was surprised at first, and finally nodded firmly. Then the four of them separated at the entrance of the garbage dump. Hays and his wife took Peak's mother back to the hotel, and Kang returned to his neighborhood-
At least on the surface.
While the wives were taking care of Mrs. Russ to sleep, Hays went out using the excuse of buying things and came to the place he agreed to with Kang.
"Those guys have found it, but you go to a place with me first."
Kang took Hayes to wander around the dim street for a few times, then arrived at a decaying brick-and-mud-structured hut and pushed open the decaying gate of the structure.
Before he could walk in, Hayes could hear the singing, and the monotonous voice of the machine servant was singing the most common "Song of the Battle of the Golden Throne" by the Star Army.
Through the corridor and through a dirty door frame inside, Hayes saw the main hall, where 14 ragged veterans were sitting on the dirty floor, their heads facing a rusty imperial eagle hanging on the wall, and on the floor under the double-headed eagle there was a line of words written in yellow chalk - Soldiers' House.
Every veteran had a weapon under his feet, some of them had lost their arms, either their feet, or their eyes and ears.
Very few people are complete.
For a moment, Hayes felt a pain in his heart. For some reason, this scene reminded him of the time when he first entered the service a few years ago, he had never been on the battlefield or terror.
And it was Kang's player that made the sound.
"Here you come, you're all."
When Kang came in, they turned their heads one by one and looked at Hayes.
"I am Hayes, from the 310th Regiment."
Hayes first introduced himself, and then a bearded one-eyed man also smiled and introduced him.
"Ha, my name is Maz, from the 181st Regiment, Truck Soldier."
“...I’m from the 201 Group.”
“...I am from the 311th regiment.”
Everyone introduced themselves one after another, then Kang looked at Hayes and said:
"I told everyone about that, and everyone is willing to help. Those dogs and bastards usually stay in the repair shop they snatched."
Hayes nodded and then said to everyone:
"Thank you everyone."
In the dim repair shop, many metal facilities and debris were piled together at will. A flag made of red cloth was hung on the metal beams, and a burning skull was in the middle. Under the banner, more than a dozen modified motorcycles and off-road vehicles were surrounded. Countless colorful high-power neon lights were installed on their cars, which caused serious light pollution around them. Dozens of young men and women danced in this colorful glare, and some hid in the dark and kissed, or hugged in the dirty sofa, sucking some powder into the nasal cavity with their noses, and there were also a bunch of banned drugs and sucking tools scattered around the ground.
"Silent! Silent!"
Suddenly, a man with painted face, lip nails, and a weird triple hairstyle raised his arms, holding a microphone in one hand, then turned around and pointed his arm at a domineering man sitting in the back seat of a painted modified off-road vehicle, each holding a exposed-dressed young woman in a wild leather jacket and showing his chest.
This person's skin is wheat-colored, his muscles are strong, he wears a big gold chain around his neck, his head tilted, his hair tied behind his head, and his face is unruly.
He was the boss of the Ghost Fire Gang, and his father was also a very famous sheriff around him. He had been fed and fed since he was a child. He was bored and organized a group of young people who were also idle, founded a gang that was fun to racing, and used his father's relationship and reputation to force him to grab the repair shop and set up a fleet of cars.
But they did not only racing, but also robbed pedestrians passing by outside the town. When they were bored, they would also enjoy hitting people and crushing people.
If nothing unexpected happens, when he is "tired of playing", he will inherit his father's career and become a sheriff who everyone fears, and replace the Ministry of Justice to execute the authority of the empire in the bottom nest, and consolidate the authority of their family in the local area.
If nothing unexpected happens...
"Today! It's the 27th birthday of the Crow Boss! Let's sing a song for the Crow Boss! For all the worries-"
The group of people just said howling when something suddenly broke, followed by a man's painful cry. Then a burly man fell off the ceiling and fell heavily to the ground, but his head was still on the ground, and there was no sound in an instant.
"There is a situation!"
The crow roared and pulled the laser pistol out of his waist at a smooth speed that only trained soldiers could do. He arranged for the man to watch on the roof, which means that someone must have come to seek revenge.
The crowd suddenly became flustered, and the untidy men and women ran around. As soon as one of them picked up the shotgun, a bullet exploded on his forehead, and the splash of blood sprayed onto the wall.
Death makes the crowd even more chaotic.
Screams, roars, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard.
And with the smoke bomb being thrown out, even the vision became blurred.
In the shadows on the edge, one by one, one by one, ran, and shot accurately.
In an instant, more than a dozen people fell down.
They had never encountered such a swift, powerful, and cruel attack, and the courage of these young men quickly passed away as quickly as their blood.
"Don't panic! Don't panic! Take out the gun! Stupid pig!"
The crow roared while hiding behind the cover and shot at the moving shadows with a laser gun.
There are more than forty people in their gang, as long as they are organized-
"Boss!"
The little guy who had just sang, just bent over and ran to him. Without saying a word, his face was punched out by a bullet, and blood sprayed the crow's face, and then fell into the wrinkled pile of debris.
The crow was stunned in an instant. Although he was used to being domineering in the past and killed many people, facing death at such a close distance still made him cold from head to toe.
In an instant, something in his mind broke, and his former domineering and courage quickly disappeared.
So he ran towards the side door. Now he just wanted to escape quickly, the farther he ran, the better!
But just after he walked a few steps, he tripped by something. Just as he was about to fall, he felt a knee hit his groin.
He let out a dry retching to avoid it, but the other party's hand grabbed it too tightly, and then he smashed his knee into his face, smashing the bridge of his nose.
"ah!!!"
After a few hits, the attacker let go of him. The crow shook back and was beaten to the point of being dizzy, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
"You...bastard!"
Before he could do more, the opponent suddenly swung his right fist and hit him in the cheek. In the chaos, he raised his pistol and fired twice but failed. The opponent stretched out his fingers and poked his red throat, pinched his trachea, grabbed his greasy hair and slammed his head against the metal post as he bent over and gasped.
Chapter completed!