The crowd was gone, leaving only a few drinkers sitting in the corner of the bar, pouring their drinks alone, and Jim, sitting in the other corner.

Paul wiped the clean rag back and forth in his glass. This is what Paul, the sole owner of the bar and a part-time waiter, needs to do on a daily basis when there are no customers who need to order a drink, and no customers want to eat a little bite.

The previous customer's glass had a strange stain on it, so much so that it took Paul a long time to wipe it dry with the cloth in his hand — the clean, shiny glass reflected his expression. On the surface of the glass, Paul's face was slightly distorted.

That's just the distortion caused by the specular reflection of the glass.

The cleaned glass was expertly placed by Paul on the wine glass rack behind him, and then, his eyes unconsciously glanced at a mezzanine of the bar counter.

He remembered that the mezzanine contained a pistol from the black market, which was intended to be used to fight back against criminals, or to learn about himself when an alien race invaded Keha. But yesterday's day off, he tossed and turned, just to think about whether he should give this pistol a new mission.

There are many coincidences in the changes of history, and the change of an ordinary person's mind will change many things that should have happened.

Paul made up his mind and made an idea that he didn't know existed in another timeline that he didn't know.

A vodka glass was removed from the glass holder behind him, and several ice cubes were placed in it, and finally a two-sip amount of vodka was poured in.

With a glass of vodka in hand, Paul quietly inserted the pistol in the compartment into his pocket, then walked to Jim Reno's table, gently pulled out a chair for himself, and sat down.

Jim, who seemed a little groggy, opened his eyes and looked at the bar owner he had befriended because of his long-term consumption.

"Good morning, Mr. Paul, let's do ......"

Jim immediately noticed only Paul with the vodka, and did not notice the other thing in his hand. By the time he noticed the muzzle of the black hole, the word cheers was only half said.

A cold sweat jumped out, because the drunkenness caused by the high concentration of alcohol faded with the horror instantly, and Jim's right hand on his lap quietly intended to touch his waist. But the vigilant maneuver has ended before it has even begun. He picked up the cup in his left hand on the table and took a sip.

Paul, who posed the pistol, simply put the pistol on the table, not in his hand. In other words, Paul was no threat to Jim at all.

Of course, it is also because Jim is confident that his combat power cannot be defeated by a big man who stays up late and sells alcohol all year round. So he took a small sip of alcohol and reached behind his chair with his right hand. He gestured at an angle that Paul couldn't see.

The ghost drinking in the corner lowered his head, as if he had not noticed the terrifying scene just now.

Two sips of alcohol was gone, and even with melted ice, it wasn't possible to give the sorrowful human much of it. After Paul drank only the unmelted alcohol, the few wrinkles on his forehead were mitosized, and they doubled in an instant.

"Mr. Reggie, thank you very much for spending money in our store during this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid this bar wouldn't have been able to open. ”

Reggie is the pseudonym of Jim Renaud who walks the streets of Keha, and he doesn't like extravagance, and he definitely doesn't want to use his name for entertainment such as drinking. Just because the name is good enough for anyone who hears it to recognize Jim's identity. Thus interrupting the interest in drinking. And when he is determined to use a pseudonym to save a lot of unnecessary trouble for his own entertainment, Jim unwittingly saves the bar.

Because of the owner of this bar, Mr. Paul was able to concoct a wine that tasted so similar to the local alcohol of Masala that Jim frequented him even when it was sold at a high price.

"Your wine is very good, you don't owe me anything."

Jim said, he took another sip of alcohol, the slightly drunken feeling of alcohol was suppressed, although Jim didn't care about the pistol on the table, but his heart was already full of vigilance.

"Hmm." Paul's nose made a nasal sound, and he picked up his pistol, his eyes fixed on the weapon in his hand that could kill the humans in front of him. Then tap your index finger lightly on one of the buttons on the handlebar. Under the button, the magazine slid into his hand.

Jim was of course aware that Paul's actions would cause Valerian to secretly arrange a guard against the ghost that protected him, and he had no doubt that the ghost would kill him outright. However, Jim sensed that the man in front of him had no ill will.

The right hand, which had just been cleaned up, continued to gesture, and after several successive hand movements, it suppressed the ghost's heart to shoot Paul immediately. But it's clear that the ghost doesn't listen to Jim much in the face of possible danger.

The rough palms of his hands, calloused fingers showed the same dexterity on the pistol as he did in bartending.

Like a ballerina, the pistol quickly disassembled into large pieces.

Although Jim has seen a better hand-gun dance, Paul in front of him shows a different kind of beauty.

The pistol was disassembled into individual parts, and then quickly reassembled. The proficiency shown is not something that a newcomer or a video viewer can learn. Obviously, the person in front of him has a long military career.

After assembling, the pistol was again placed on the table. The pistol was placed in exactly the same position as before he picked it up.

"Mr. Reggie, this bar is going to close tomorrow. I've already sold him to another person. It's a shame I won't be able to mix for you in the future. ”

Jim is a key supporter of Valerian, leader of the Rangers, a close friend of the Archbishop of the Astrals, and a soulmate of the Queen of Blades. His power and implicit power are not insignificant. So much so that in a word, Paul was able to overcome all the problems that Jim could think of and continue in business. However, Jim doesn't interfere with other people's hobbies in making decisions. For example, Taikais, such as Zhao Yi.

"I'm sorry, maybe I can help you?"

Jim said politely. Fortunately, Jim's politeness was not accepted by Paul.

"Thank you for your kindness, I didn't have any difficulties." Paul said, "Tomorrow I will leave, take this pistol, and go and kill the star spirits." ”

Star Killer?

According to Jim's knowledge, the citizens of the Tyranid Empire generally believe that the astral monsters are terrifying, mysterious, unsurpassable, and even immortal. Only the military or mercenaries who have been in contact with the astral spirits know that these creatures will still die, although they are difficult to kill.

But what makes a bartender suddenly go and kill a star spirit?