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 finger, you could see that it was a generic medicine bottle, with a very common nerve soothing agent listed on the label.
In the eyes of knowledgeable people, this bottle of medicine is not worth a few silver coins. Perhaps this was the reason why the murderer finally gave up taking it.
But Qianye knew what this medicine was for.
This is the medicine Mr. Zhao bought for Qianye to relieve the symptoms of the Dark Blood attack. Just because the other party shipped it late, it was not delivered to Qianye until the end.
But Qianye didn't expect that Mr. Zhao had even his legs cut off before he died, and 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 participated in a gambling battle, the reward he received was one silver coin, which could be exchanged for a bottle of medicine after three battles. Because virtual fighting is a technical job, the pay is higher than bloody fighting.
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, where people are constantly gambling with their bodies and lives. But even if they win with their lives, their gains are not as valuable as the piece of bread lost by those powerful families in the middle and upper-class mainland.
In the Eternal Night Continent, where there is no order or justice, Mr. Zhao, who keeps his word, is completely an anomaly. On the surface, Qianye only has . In fact, Mr. Zhao has always regarded him as a brother in private. This is why Qianye is willing to cooperate with him all the time 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 order in Beacon Town in the black and white and gray areas respectively. Within the sphere of influence of Black Current City, Beacon Town is a small piece of paradise, so more and more people live together here. Even scavengers will try their best to come here to spend the night 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 slowly boiling in his chest! He is unable to compete with the expeditionary force, but he can 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 clenching suddenly loosened.
Qianye put the medicine bottle in his pocket and glanced around the room.
This place had also been looted, and the two steel doors of the weapons cabinet were missing, leaving them empty. Qianye had expected this, 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 his back.
There were voices in the room, and one of them was Yan Laohu.
"Thanks to Mr. Qi's help this time, I was able to sit in this position. From now on, whatever Mr. Qi gives me, I, Yan Laohu, will do whatever I can and will not hesitate to do so!"
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 was also the gangster leader, laughed with him, a bit embarrassed in his laughter.
The mean voice continued: "You guys, 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." Year! However, if you have other thoughts that you shouldn't have, haha, don't blame me for saying ugly things 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, isn't it time to rest? Which woman in town have you noticed? I will take someone to give it to you right away." Catch me!"
Mr. Wang sighed and said: "The only one here who has the flavor is Min'er. It's a pity..."
"Who asked her to bite the young master? The young master ordered her to suffer for seven days before she dies. Today is the fifth night. Now she has been transformed into a human form, so let's change her."
The man hesitated and said, "That's fine."
At this moment, Qianye's cold voice suddenly came from outside the door: "There is no need to change people."
"who?"
"Who's out there?"
There was a roar 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 threw himself at the door with a bravery that bordered on stupidity.
Qianye put the shotgun against the door and fired!
A big 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 sturdy 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 over 1.85 meters tall, looked like a child.
There were dozens of blood spots on the big man's face and body, all caused 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 crude 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, then fell to the ground and could not 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 described was a middle-aged man with most of his hair bald and a huge belly that looked very cumbersome. But it would be a mistake to look down on him because of his appearance. Such a guy actually has the strength of a first-level soldier.
"Qianye! Are you still alive?" 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 things that were unsightly. Now that you are back, I can make the decision and give you another chance. How about coming back with me to work for the young master? You are very young and talented. Only in the young master Qi Only when you have subordinates can you truly demonstrate your abilities. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will be like those scum in the wasteland, doing anything for a bite to eat. Wait until you die and then become the dinner of wild dogs! Such a life, Is it 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. He had only seen this kind of skill from masters in the military, which was also an important reason why gunpowder guns could not attack masters of the Force.
The magazine was empty, and Yan Laohu was still pulling the trigger desperately. The gun rattled in the air, like a death knell for him.
The continuous huge movements in the room finally alerted the people stationed further away. 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 the guard was in his palm, and then he fired several shots at the wall in the corridor.
The partitions between these rooms are made of wooden boards and iron sheets, which look a bit thin in front of the pistol. The bullets penetrated the thin wall as if they had eyes and shot at the people outside. The man who was shot screamed, rolled over the railing, and fell heavily.
Falling from a height of three stories would cause an injury to an ordinary person, such as breaking an arm or a leg. If you accidentally hit your neck bone, you would not 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.