Chapter 2
Old Gun Bar, in this rainy night, the atmosphere stagnated to the extreme.
The youngster with ash-gray hair has stood up, holding a gun in his left hand, and pointing to the Cyber's head that turned up without being invited. Everyone here knows that this gun is not used It's scary. There are really bullets in it, and Byrne will actually shoot. The missing person he said before was not bragging. Although he was not the one who killed him, he was an accomplice somehow.
You have to know that there is a big difference between killing and not killing. Cyber raised his head and looked at the muzzle in front of him. There was a tremor. It seemed that the person holding the gun was a little excited. , It’s no wonder, after all, he is only a young man, there is still a hint of immature on his face, he is probably in his 20s, and he has an unshaven beard.
What did you do when you were in your 20s?
Cyber's eyes twitched, and then an indescribable headache rushed to his brain, causing him to give up the idea of continuing to remember. The only thing that is certain is that at that time, he held The hand of the gun can't shake.
"Hey! Asshole, don't make trouble in my bar! Get out!"
Christian old man saw Bourne take out the gun, his heart tightened, and put down the glass The cup began to roar, but Burnley ignored him, just staring at Cyber firmly, Cole turned his head and cursed at the old man,
"Shut up! Old man, it’s none of your business. !"
"You said Cole's knife can't hurt you! What about this thing?"
Bourne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence to strengthen this sentence. In imposing manner, he put his finger on the trigger, he hopes to see a trace of expression on Cyber's face, whether it is frightened or angry, it is best if it is for mercy. This can make Bourne feel that he is not a good background To a touch of special pleasure.
But no! Cyber's did not change his eyes. Facing Byrne, he leaned back on the chair, aimed the gunpoint at his heart, and said in a low voice, "A gun? Not bad, not bad... This is a good weapon. As you know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained to give off its formidable power and sharpness. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to use it correctly..."
"What do you mean? Bastard!"
Cole hit Cyber in the face with a punch. Youngster's head was knocked to the side, and when he lifted it up, there was already a trace of blood stains, Cyber Moved his mouth, feeling the bloody smell coming from his mouth. The familiar smell made every cell and every pore in his body neigh and scream, but he had to suppress them...very I won’t use it soon...
"I mean, before shooting, you have to make sure that you open the insurance!"
This sentence made Byrne's eyes a look Change, maybe because he really didn’t know this, maybe because of other messy things, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, and within a second, he realized that he had been tricked again. , Because there is no insurance at all for the gun that Jamie gave him!
"Damn..."
"peng"
Born hasn’t finished talking about his curse, and I was punched by Cole just now. The Cyber reacted like a tiger suddenly awakened. It jumped to the side, and his left hand like a claw grabbed the collar of the distracted Byrne. Fiercely pulled it down, and the huge force from the collar made the youngster. He let out an angry exclamation, but his body was still involuntarily moved towards the poker table and fell down, Cyber's rubbed his other hand on the table, raised high, and stabbed fiercely downward.
next moment, cold light flashed, blood splashed, and there was an extra thing on the palm of Bourne's hand on the table.
Cole’s dagger pierced Bourne’s palm in Cyber's hand, pierced directly into the tabletop, and went all the way.
"Ah ah ah!"
The cries of pain resounded like a wounded Beast. Under the painful urging, Bourne was about to shoot subconsciously, but No more weapons in your hand! there is none left! Taken away!
"Mongrel!"
Cole came from the side and clenched his fists. He was about to teach the yellow guy a lesson, but the next moment, accompanied by Cyber's turned, a The cold thing pressed against his head, there was a damn face whose smile had never changed, and the corners of his mouth still had blood stains he had just beaten, looking a little embarrassed.
But the eyes are facing each other, Cole's anger is still in his eyes, and in Cyber's eyes, there is only an unwavering expression, matched with that gentle smile, twisted! Absolutely twisted!
And as he thought before, his gun is very stable.
The poor green-haired bastard, his expression didn't have time to change, and then...
"peng"
The gun shot and the man fell.
Cole's shattered head was raised high, and the whole person seemed to have lost all support, and fell back on the floor, blood mixed with white things, like a naughty child Like an open faucet, the sprinkles are everywhere.
Christian old man, who always pays attention to this area, was also taken aback. He subconsciously pulled out his old spring field from the cabinet, pointed it at Cyber, and yelled
"Damn it! Put down the gun! Bastard!"
Cyber didn't pay attention to the excited old man, but took off his blood-stained black sweater with a look of disgust, and threw it on On the one hand, he was naked, wearing a pair of ridiculous pajamas that were completely wet by sea and rain, turning his head to look at the last red-haired guy.
The guy just pulled the dagger from his belt, he lifts the head and saw the whole process of Cole falling to the ground. The poor child was so scared that he stood there, even the ridiculous dagger The movements are stagnant in the air.
Cyber glanced at him, then turned his gaze on Byrne who was still wailing, blood was flowing down his wounds all over the table, and the pain made him not even notice his The scene where the brother was headshot, until Cyber wiped a little blood from his cheek with his finger, and then wiped his clothes to wipe the blood off the finger.
"You know, shooting too close will cause this kind of problem."
Cyber complained, "When the bullet passes through the head, those things are It will splash everywhere, so I generally don’t pursue this kind of precision too much. You know, to kill a person, it is always easier to beat the heart than the head... Did you hear what I said?"
Bourne's wailing echoed him.
"Ah ah ah! Shit! Shit!"
"I said, be quiet!"
"Aaaah! I'm going to kill you! Bastard!"
Cyber shrugged, his eyes were placed on the last youngster with red hair, the muzzle was moved behind Berne, and then he showed a playful smile.
"Actually, you also think he is very annoying, right? He always gives orders to you like a great character, even if he is no different from you! You also want to teach this shit. Guys, right? It’s okay, don’t be restrained, I know you want to do this too, I’ll help you."
"No...I don’t...no!"
"Peng"
Another gunshot sounded, and the warm liquid splashed on the face of the stunned little bastard. His expression in this brief moment was completely sluggish, and Cyber was relieved. He breathed, and sniffed the bloody smell in the air, which restored a bit of his previously sleepy spirit from soaking in the cold sea water. He moved his shoulders, and threw the pistol with a trace of gunpowder in his hand on the table, smoothly. I took the cigarette packs of these three guys from the side, took one out and put it to my mouth to light it.
"Fur...I came here for three things, some money enough to eat a meal, a weapon that can protect me, and a body that won’t be hated by other people. It can keep me warm in this damn weather..."
Cyber sat on the chair, leaned back slightly, and buried his face in the rising smoke, which made The outline of his face was a little fuzzy. He put his feet covered with mud and water on the table already filled with blood, but his eyes were tightly on the youngster's body, and he flicked his fingers. You know what I mean, right."
This as if is a command, and it's like turning on a certain switch on the sluggish youngster's body, his trembling dagger in his hand Put it on the table, then quickly took off his black leather jacket and lined sweater, then took off his pants and shoes, and finally put them on the chair beside Cyber, like a quail. Wearing a pair of shorts and white socks, standing in front of Cyber trembling with fear, begging,
"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell you about tonight, please! Kill me, it’s for the sake of God!"
Cyber looked at the clothes and shoes at hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, he was nodded, opened his hands, and muttered his mouth,
"Don't be like this, child... You see I put the gun aside, this is a friendly sign, isn't it? Okay, go home and be a good person, you know?"
"Hmm, I know, I know...Thank you."
Youngster panicked, wearing only a pair of floral shorts and socks, moved towards the door of the bar and ran over and stumbled Yes, as if you stay here for a second, you will be entangled with something terrifying. Cyber doesn’t pay attention to him at all. Instead, he uses two fingers to pinch the sweater and look carefully to make sure that the dress is not too big. Wear it on your body only after it is dirty.
The moment he put his sweater on, behind him, the youngster just ran to the door of the bar. He opened his hands and his face was full of the joy of being reborn and the joy of escaping from hell. , Like a prisoner who wants to embrace freedom.
"peng"
The third gunshot sounded, and the bullet coming from behind hit his back. His expression was frozen on his face forever, and he ran forward. The body fell to the ground, rolled forward two times, and lost all his vitality.
It was not Cyber shot, but he was wearing pants, but his face did not fluctuate, as if all this was in his expectation.
A bar, two people, three corpses.
In the slightly sultry air on a rainy night, the pungent bloody smell quickly spilled everywhere, but no one spoke, Cyber had some difficulty stuffing his feet into something that was not very suitable. In the shoes, I put the pretty good black leather jacket over the gray sweater, and finally patted the body, as if to clean the non-existent dust.
After finishing all this, he conveniently put away the change on the table, threw a dozen coins up and down in his heart, and put the pistol with 4 bullets in his pocket. He drew out the blood-soaked dagger, wiped it on Bourne’s clothes, and found another 13 bullets in his pocket, and finally put in the box of cigarettes that didn’t taste very good. He wiped his hair in his trouser pocket, turned and walked to the bar.
The blood-stained shoes left conspicuous footprints one after another on the ground. At this time, Christian old man has thrown the old spring field in his hand on the bar, and tied the neat and tidy. The first button of his button was unlocked. He sat there, looking at Cyber, who was sitting outside the bar with his chin on his hands. The latter threw the coin in his hand on the old wooden table and said softly. ,
"Come on with a glass of wine, old man, if you have something to eat, come some by the way."
The old man who is over 70 years old looks at him, his face The wrinkles were wrinkled, like an old lion. Instead of getting up to get the wine, he asked a question, "In what name? Cyber, drinking with me, this is not enough money, and you just let it go. If you’re a guy, that’s going to cause me trouble!"
"As an old fogey, I hate trouble!"
Cyber took down the burnt cigarette butt from his mouth , Extinguished in the ashtray beside him, and spit out the last puff of smoke,
"But the trouble has been solved, and it was solved by your own hands, so...just in the name of friendship, come A glass of wine, old man, and open the window again. This damn smell is really disgusting."