Chapter 93

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"Boom, boom..." The army boots stepped on the old wooden floor, and there was a muffled sound.

Aros came from the door, his steps were neat and regular, no more and no less, each step was one foot, as if he had calculated it accurately.

The sound of low footsteps resounded throughout the front hall, but it was strange that the entire scene seemed to become more and more quiet, and the sound of cold air surging, the sound of ashes flying away, and even the sound of every sound could be heard clearly. A person's heartbeat.

"Puff, puff..."

When the old waiter's eyes fell on Aros's face through the dim light, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. His turbid eyes were like the arrogant and scorching sun that sprinkled golden light after the rain and clouds opened, bursting with bright light.

As for the strong men next to him, Erlang's legs have been put down, and some people's hands are stretched out behind their backs. The invisible murderous aura was like a low thundercloud in a rainy day, rolling like waves, with a suffocating smell.

Aros walked to the front of the bar and placed Tang Fang on the sofa not far to his right. He turned around and sat down beside Hausen, and glanced at the wine rack casually: "Whiskey, add ice."

After a long time, the waiter slowly straightened his hunched body, grabbed a small square glass from under the bar, filled it with ice, poured half a glass of whiskey, and pushed it together with the glass of tequila. In front of the two: "16MYD."

I don't know when, Aros had a cigarette in his mouth. He raised his head slightly, and with the dim light, he exhaled a thick puff of smoke, and then put his hand down, and when he came out, his palm Something more.

"Boom..." A low voice sounded, and the vibration brought the wine in the glass, and ripples swayed.

The old waiter's face changed instantly, it was a gun, a Paladin M5 large-caliber pistol.

With a separate cooling device, aiming assist unit, perfect rifling, and advanced cushioning module, this type of pistol can adapt to various harsh combat environments, with high accuracy, long range, powerful firepower, moderate weight, and the user There are no strict requirements related to physical fitness such as wrist strength and endurance. It is a very popular firearm. Most of them are personal guns for officials, rich people, and imperial officers.

If it is sold on the black market, it is enough to sell for a big price of 20,000MYD.

Aros' move surprised him, and instinctively pushed his slightly forward-bending body back.

The waist of a short-haired man on the right was like a bowstring that was tightened and quickly loosened. He stood up from the seat, stepped forward with his left foot, and his right arm was as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. Grab it with the Paladin M5 pistol on the bar.

"My friend, he's mine." At the same time as the voice came, the man felt his wrist numb, his outstretched right arm was already firmly grasped by the other party, and his jaw sank, and a force lifted him up.

The source of the force is a gun, another Paladin M5, the black muzzle is tightly pressed against his lower jaw, as long as the opponent pulls the trigger, the .50 caliber bullet will go up from the bottom and blow his head. .

This sudden scene was like the fuse that detonated the explosives. The three people on the other side stood up at once, their feet were wrong, and they wanted to come forward to help.

"Humph." Hausen snorted coldly next to him, raised a bar stool with his left foot, kicked it back, and hit the leg of the person at the front with a "pop".

trip it to the ground.

At the same time, his right hand picked up the Paladin M5 placed on the bar by Aros like a lightning bolt, and using his back, he lifted the bar chair under his butt back, hitting the toes of a man with a scarred face running from the door. At the same time, when he raised his arm, the muzzle of the gun was directly on the forehead of the old waiter whose hand was under the bar.

"If you don't want to die, be honest. The uncle just wants to drink a glass of wine."

The old guy tightened his body and slowly pulled out his hands from under the bar and raised them above his head.

At the same time, a sudden "crack" sound was heard, and the men outside the battle group instantly had several guns in their hands, aiming at Aros and Hausen from a distance.

"Relax, relax." The old adapt's eyes rolled up, and his eyes fell on Hausen's wrinkled military uniform: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Old guy, are you deaf? I just want to drink a glass of wine." Facing this situation, Hausen did not change his face. Agave poured into the mouth.

"Gudu..." As the throat squirmed for a while, the wine with a strong spicy taste flowed down, setting off a storm of flames in the stomach.

"Huh..." Hausen let out a long breath, as comfortable as pouring a basin of cold water over his head in a hot summer day.

There was a look of surprise on the old waiter's face, and he asked suspiciously: "Outsiders, since you only want to ask for a drink, why do you draw your guns?"

Hausen shook the handle of the Paladin M5 in his hand: "You said this?" He turned his head and glanced at Aros' old face, which had never changed from beginning to end, and grinned: "I guess he wants to use this thing to pay for your alcohol. ."

"Alcohol money? Use this thing?" The old waiter was stunned. This thing can be exchanged for thousands of MYD in minutes on the black market. The two people in front of them actually used it to get a mere dozen yuan for alcohol. Did they take the wrong medicine?

"Old John, don't be deceived by their words. These two guys are dressed in military uniforms, and they look like military people." The short-haired man who was restrained by Aros said panting.

These words are like a catalyst in a chemical reaction, and the situation that has finally been eased up has become turbulent again. The guys next to them holding all kinds of firearms suddenly became nervous. The guns in their hands were aimed at the two of them, and some of them were aimed at Tang Fang on the sofa.

"Hmph." Aros' face changed, and he pushed the gun up again without knowing it, his index finger was already on the trigger.

This old and strong retired veteran was provoked, and when he was about to do something that these guys regretted, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadow in the side corner: "Put down your guns, I believe what they say."

It can be seen that the guy who spoke should be the leader of the group, and the people holding guns around looked at each other for a moment, slowly lowering the gun body, not to the back shoulder.

"You two, we have put away our weapons, please don't embarrass them both." A man appeared with the voice.

Judging from the appearance, the age is not very old, about 40 years old. Black and white hair, bright eyes, and a white T-shirt with a battle vest over it, from a distance, it gives people a very smart and capable feeling.

Aros squinted his surroundings, making sure that the crisis was over, then slowly withdrew his right hand and inserted the gun into his belt. Seeing this, Hausen also slowly retracted the Paladin M5.