A day later.

Hubari.

Cloudless.

The scorching sun shines on the dry, bare ground.

Even if you are wearing shoes, if you stop in one place for a long time, you will feel that the soles of your feet are about to burn.

As for the feeling of the sun burning directly on the body, let alone that.

Even Yang Tian, in order not to be exposed to the natives, he had to buy a cloak to put on his body.

This is the city of Hubari.

It's not bustling, but at least there are some shops and some neighborhoods, which are a bit popular.

However, because it is also a turbulent zone, there is always a feeling of panic here, just like Mo Jiadi.

The people walking on the road have more or less vigilance on their faces. For fear that if he was not careful, a big man with a machine gun would come out of a corner and start slaughtering innocent people.

Walking on the street, you can often see people with guns to defend themselves. In shops, you can often see shotguns hanging on the walls.

It's probably not easy to live in such a place.

The destination of the mission, the gold mine, was about a dozen kilometers away from the city.

But Yang Tian didn't leave for it right away.

Because the description of this mission is too simplistic, there is no detailed information.

If you rush to the target location, you are unprepared to face an armed force. This is obviously not very wise.

Therefore, Yang Tian planned to collect information in the city first.

As he walked down the street, he watched, and suddenly he saw a tavern with a somewhat western style.

Taverns have always been a place of mixed fish, but they are also very informative.

Yang Tian immediately made up his mind and walked in.

As soon as I entered the tavern door, a very turbid and complicated aura came to my face.

The most intense is of course the taste of beer.

But secondly, there is the unpleasant smell of sweat, and even the smell of stinky feet.

Mixed with some miscellaneous food flavors...... Taken together, it's a bit indescribable.

Even ordinary people will definitely feel very uncomfortable when they smell such a smell.

And a person like Yang Tian, who has a keen five senses, smells this smell, and the taste is really not to mention.

Fortunately, Yang Tian's endurance is also extraordinary.

He smiled bitterly, but he endured it and walked in.

Sweep it at a glance...... There are quite a few people.

Almost all of them are men, mostly black, and a few yellows.

looks good, basically quite strong, and speaks at the top of his voice, with a loud and menacing voice.

Yang Tian observed, but didn't find anything easier to mix in, so he walked directly to the bar and said to the bartender: "A glass of beer." ”

The bartender was a big black man with a bare chest and chest hair, and when he heard Yang Tian's words, he smiled heartily and said, "Okay!"

Soon, he poured a large glass of beer, put it in front of Yang Tian, and accosted him by the way: "Outsiders?"

Yang Tian smiled slightly and said, "Yes." Judging by my accent?"

"Not really," the bartender shook his head with a smile, "in our place, everyone has all kinds of accents, and your accent is not strange." But, in our place, it is rare for you to dare to come to the tavern. ”

"I see," Yang Tian said with a smile, "because it's too chaotic here, isn't it?"

"Of course," said the bartender, "this battle has not stopped." The people of the black and yellow factions like to come here every once in a while to establish a prestige, as if killing a few people here can declare that this is their territory. ”

"Black faction, yellow faction, what is that?" Yang Tian asked.

"It's two armed groups here. There are more blacks in one group and more yellows in one group. Then we called them black and yellow, to put it simply. "The bartender Dahan said.

"Oh, I've seen this for a long time," Yang Tiandao said, "Then brother, can you introduce me to the people of these two factions? What are the characteristics? How can you tell the difference?"

This bartender is obviously also a talker, and no one else asks him to pour wine at the moment, so he is happy to talk to Yang Tian more. "It's simple. Tell whatever, I've just said it, just look at the skin color. Of course, skin color is not absolute, and there are also yellows and whites in blacks. In this case, it depends on the clothes. Black people not only have dark skin, but also like to wear black clothes. The bartender said, "Another."

Outside...... Both the black and yellow factions like to kill. But the blacks are more ferocious. Not only do they kill, but they also like to abuse before killing. After killing people, they often torture corpses, which is very hateful. ”

Yang Tian nodded and said, "Then this black faction is hateful enough." That...... Aren't you afraid of this tavern here?" the bartender laughed and said, "Afraid? Of course I'm afraid! I'm going to die at every turn, and bullets are flying at every turn, who can be afraid? But I'm not afraid that I have to live, I don't have to make money? I can't starve to death." And...... Actually, it's pretty safe to work in this tavern. Both black and white

After coming, we will take the initiative to send money and a few large beers. Serve them well, and they won't be embarrassed by us. We're just a tavern, after all. ”

Yang Tian looked at the bartender's hearty smile, suddenly admired a little, and said, "Brother, you are also quite optimistic." A toast to you. ”

The bartender was also refreshed, smiled, poured himself a beer, and had a drink with Yang Tian.

After finishing this glass of wine, Yang Tian was about to continue chatting with this old brother and learning more information, but suddenly heard a child's voice from outside the tavern door: "Sir, you ...... Do you want to buy bullets? I've got two of them, you just have to give me a hoope. ”

When Yang Tian heard this voice, he felt a little curious.

I've heard of a little girl selling matches, but I haven't heard of a little boy selling bullets.

He turned his head to see a little black boy holding two bullets outside the open tavern door, selling to a guest who was about to enter the tavern.

The little boy was visibly malnourished, thin, and his arms were as thin as reed poles, and they were completely skinny. The skin on his face is also a little sunken, and his eyes are a little foggy, and he looks like he is going to faint from hunger in the next second.

The hoopee is the local currency here, and one hoopee can probably buy a few loaves of bread to eat.

This little boy probably just wants to sell these two bullets and use the money to buy something to eat, right?

Can......

The customer whom he was selling looked at him, kicked him impatiently aside, and then walked into the tavern and went to drink......