Punk wasn't treated well by the top, but he mixed up quite well at Osney Fortress. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Because punks are generous and bold, most of the salary paid is used for drinking and entertaining. This kid knew that he had no hope of rising in the fortress of Oshnee, and he began to be depressed and unhappy, drinking and flirting with his sister all day long. There is not much else in the Osini Fortress, but the wine and girls are everywhere, and they are all superb.

This guy indulged in wine, and over time, he lost the desire to climb up, but blindly got into the road of how to make some extra money. Because he has more money, he can exchange for more wine and use more money to tease better girls.

So over time, the punk actually got on good terms with the non-commissioned officers and the fishermen below. Because having a good relationship with a non-commissioned officer can cover him to drag out more arms, and having a good relationship with the fishermen can sell the arms directly to them in exchange for a good price.

And the Stro father and son are the old fishermen who like to trade with punk the most. Because Punk doesn't care like some people in every transaction, and even gives a little ammunition or other benefits to Stro and his son, Stro and his son have always regarded Punk as their best friend, and after each trade, they will pull Punk for a good drink.

Punk is notoriously drunk, so when he saw Punk again today, Stro immediately screamed excitedly, turned around and went into the fishing boat and dragged his father Sr. out of the boat:

"Father, it's Punk, look, it's Punk, it's Punk Lieutenant!"

"Oh, buy cakes! My old friend, I've been sad to hear that you're in trouble with my friend, but I can't go to see you punk, you know, it's too late for me to avoid suspicion!" Old Stro opened his arms and embraced the punk into his arms, and the rough black man stood in front of him like a gorilla. However, his tone was full of sadness, and it was clear that he was really apologetic and cared about Punk's friend.

"Stro, hahaha, you're still such a tough old thing. I spent two years in prison, and I thought you old thing would come and see me, but after a year I didn't have any hope. You know Stroll, how lonely I was in that damn place, but luckily, I ended up joining the gang and I had a new life. ”

"Oh, is it Punk, and you're coming back?" Old Stro looked at Punk with a flash of confusion, and then at the few people who followed him.

"Stro, old fellow, don't look at it, they're all my best friends, I'm here to do something big, Stro, because I'm going to find what I've lost from here, and I can only borrow your ship for a trip, you know Stro, if you want to enter the fortress of Osny, if it weren't for your ship, you're going to have a lot of trouble my friend. ”

"Hahaha, Punk, you don't want to go up to Osney Fortress and kill that old fellow Williams! That hateful dog thing has hurt a lot of people in the past two years, do you know Punk, not only you, but many of your comrades have been caught by him for selling arms, and some have even been killed on the spot. You're a lucky punk because you didn't run into that old Williams thing directly.

This old thing, now it is said that he will come out to have some fun when he has had enough of playing on the island, and he beats all the officers and soldiers who trade on the spot like rabbits, and even carries grenade launchers himself, and even our fishing boats are sunk by him several punks, and we simply hate him to death. Some time ago, we were discussing finding a chance to kill him together, if he didn't give us a way to live, we would never let him have a good time!

"Shut up, little Stro, sooner or later, our Stro family will die under your mouth!" Old Stro stared at Punk with great worry, but what made him even more worried was the murderous guys behind Punk. These people don't have a good stubble at first glance, and their eyes look at people like knives, which makes old Stro always feel uneasy.

"Punk, this stinky boy is just screaming, and he's drinking and messing around with a bunch of kids in the neighborhood all day long, don't take it seriously. Since these people are your friends, let's all come up, and let's go into the cabin. Punk, if you want to do something home, I just got a batch last month, and I haven't made a move yet, come and see!" Old Troo inadvertently diverted the topic, he guessed what Punk wanted to go to Osney Fortress for, and even he didn't want to take Punk up very much, so he could only reluctantly cut his love and ordered Little Stro to take out all the little private goods he had hidden before.

The cabin is very large, although it is a fishing boat, but it can be ten square meters inside, and it is not crowded at all to sit a dozen people. In the middle, there were originally wine and food, a large bag of dried small salted fish, and a large barrel of whiskey. It seems that the two men and the boatman were already sitting on the boat drinking, and I really don't know where they got such a high level of interest in the middle of the night.

Eight more glasses were added, and one of them poured a large glass full of whiskey, and before the punk could speak, old Strow beckoned:

"Come, now that we're on my Stro's fishing boat, we're friends, friends, and we're drinking this wine!"

Good guys, a full goblet of whiskey is enough to have five or six ounces, which is three, two, three, or six ounces. Whiskey is not like ordinary liquor, this guy has a lot of stamina, and if you don't get used to it, you can have a headache overnight. And it was clear that Stro was just the beginning, and the big plastic bucket next to him looked like a fifty-pound big guy, and this guy would be able to finish if he drank it.

Old Stro typically didn't have any good ideas, and at first glance he wanted to get these people drunk first. Xu Youbing's mind turned sharply, a few glasses of whiskey were not a problem for him, but if it was okay, it didn't matter how he drank it, but right now they wanted to go to Osney Fortress, and it would not be cost-effective if they drank and delayed their business.

"Bentley, go stuff some fish, and cut some beef. You can't just eat dried fish. We can drink as much as we want together, but when good friends come, we have to entertain them!

Come punk, raise your glass, we haven't had a drink together in a long time, we'll get drunk tonight, and if you drink too much, then spend the night in the cabin.

Hahaha, but I don't have a place to find you a chick, because this is my fishing boat!"

"Father, I've got it, look!" Just then, before Punk could raise his glass, little Stro picked up a large number of things from outside the cabin. Behind him was the same black man who was covered in pitch black, and this guy was carrying two army-green wooden boxes on his shoulders, and the boxes were printed with English logos, which looked like guns and other things.