In the next ten minutes, Feng Bujue ate five bowls of snacks and drank eight glasses of water from a whiskey glass.

When he opened the game menu again, the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared completely, and his stamina returned to 1902/4800, and even his survival value increased slightly, to over 70%.

It seems that in this script, the ratio of "recovery" and "attenuation" of each value is the same, and it is all based on the actual feeling of the character. In a nutshell...... Consume fast, return quickly.

In addition, while chewing food, Brother Jue did not forget to use this time to communicate with NPCs.

Although they will be a little slurred when they speak, the two NPCs have very good hearing, and they can fully understand what Brother Jue meant.

Therefore, he was very comfortable with these two people.

"Alright...... We've talked a lot about me. After the compensation was completed, Feng Bujue finally drank another glass of water, rinsed his mouth, and then changed the topic, "It's better to ...... Let's talk about the two of you......"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of the shooter and Yang immediately changed.

But Brother Jue didn't care about this, he didn't leave time for the other party to think, and quickly asked, "I don't know how long you have been in this town?" ”

Click-click-

One and a half seconds later, the muzzles of the two guns were aimed at Feng Bujue's temple and forehead respectively.

At that one and a half seconds, Yang pulled out a shotgun from under the bar with lightning speed; The shooter uncle took out a revolver directly from himself, and his gunner was as fast as lightning. The real cowboy is probably nothing more than that.

"Oh~Oh~Calm down...... Calm down......" Feng Bujue quickly raised his hands, stood up from the chair at the bar, and took half a step back.

"Say! Who are you? Yang asked in a cold voice. Did the FBI send you? ”

"I don't think he looks like it." Uncle Shooter replied, "It's more like the CIA......," and the muzzle of his gun slowly moved down, "Or else...... Let's break one of his legs first, and then ask slowly......"

"Hey! Don't mess around! Feng Bujue's eyes widened, and he looked frightened with his very exaggerated acting skills, and continued, "I'm just here to apply for a job as a postman in town!" ”

"Yes. You've already said this rhetoric. The shooter replied with a sinister smile, "But we don't believe a word......" he glanced at Yang, "right?" Old man. ”

"That's right......," Yang continued, "I didn't react at first, I thought he was just a ...... who came in and cheated on food and drink," he paused and glanced back at the shooter. "Until you wink at me. I just realized...... How can anyone walk into a bar in the middle of the day to drink water and have a snack? Speaking of this, he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand a little more, glared at Brother Jue and said, "You are clearly here to find us!" ”

"Hey...... I don't know you at all, you have wood, you have it......" The cold sweat that I didn't realize came down.

But the two still ignored him......

"You can just talk about it......" the shooter replied with a smile, "As soon as you entered the bar door, I thought there was something wrong with you, and I let you stay just to test you......" He snorted coldly, "Huh...... Temporary postman? Fool whom? He also tightened his grip on the gun, looking ready to pull the trigger at any moment. Just last night, there was a man in the store who said he was going to the post office for an interview. Even if there are more temporary postmen in the town today, he is the only one who is right......"

"Wait!" Feng Bujue suddenly raised his voice and said, "The person you are talking about...... Did you wear a very elaborate felt hat? ”

"Huh?" When the shooter heard this, he was obviously stunned for a moment.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Brother Jue was a little relieved, he knew...... There's a drama in this matter.

"How do you know?" The shooter and Yang exchanged glances before asking.

"I saw him at the post office in the morning." Feng Bujue replied truthfully, "He and I both came for an interview, but he didn't get the opportunity to become a temporary postman." ”

"Oh?" Yang Hu replied suspiciously, "Why? He looked Brother Jue up and down, and said, "Is it because you are a little more handsome than him?" ”

"No......" Feng Bujue shook his head, "because he was a few minutes late and was shot by Director Nelson......"

"Uh-huh......" Hearing this, the shooter and Yang groaned at the same time, and after two seconds, they said in unison, "It's possible......"

"Damn! Who are they helping......" Feng Bujue said secretly in his heart, "Is this town a reemployment center for retired killers...... When I heard that someone had been shot dead because he was late, he had a 'I see' expression......"

"Slow down......" After a few seconds, the shooter seemed to remember something again, and he continued, "How do I know if you made this up?" Maybe you've been to our bar last night and heard what the man in the felt hat said, and now you're just coming up with a pre-planned argument to get by. ”

"That's right." Yang also responded, "How do you prove that the man has been beaten to death by Nelson?" And how do you prove that you went to the post office in the morning? ”

"Uh...... The ......" Feng Bujue tilted his head and glanced at his jacket pocket, "If you two agree, I can take out a temporary post office work card from my jacket pocket and show it to you, with my name on it, and Director Nelson's signature." He paused, then added, "And in my wallet, there's a driver's license with my name on it, as well as ...... Photo. ”

The shooter and Yang looked at each other, as if they were somewhat convinced. But...... They still haven't put down their guns.

"Take out both." After a moment, the shooter looked at Brother Jue and said, "Slow down...... Right...... That's it. ”

Feng Bujue followed the other party's instructions, first took out his temporary work card, and slowly put it on the bar. Then, he took out the wallet in his pants pocket, flipped to the page where he was holding his driver's license, and held it up in front of the two people.

"Hahahaha......" At this time, the shooter suddenly laughed, and casually put away the revolver in his hand, stepped forward and gave Brother Jue a hug, "Oh! Man, I thought you were the CIA, hahaha! ”

Yang maintained a cold image and silently put the shotgun back under the bar: "It seems that the misunderstanding between us has been resolved." ”

"I've got to treat you to a drink, young man." The shooter's fierce, old-fashioned temperament disappeared in an instant, as if he was schizophrenic, and instantly turned back into the amiable, warm and friendly uncle, "Yang, quickly pour our friend a glass of wine to suppress the shock." ”

Before he finished speaking, Yang had already pushed a glass of wine with ice cubes in front of Brother Jue, and within ten seconds, he prepared a glass of wine for himself and the boss.

"To our new postman." The shooter was the first to raise his glass.

"To the new postman." Yang also picked up the cup and answered indifferently.

Looking at the two burning eyes, Feng Bujue stared at the dead fish eyes, and also picked up the wine glass: "Uh...... Thank you ......."

The three of them picked up the wine glasses and finished them all in one gulp.

Feng Bujue was not a big drinker, and he hated the smell of alcoholic beverages dissolving in his throat. But...... Just because you don't like it doesn't mean you can't drink it.

After he finished pouring this glass, his demeanor was no different from drinking a glass of water: "That...... Where did we talk about it? ”

"Talking about...... No comment. Yang followed Brother Jue's words and said these four words coldly. Obviously, he still remembered the question Feng Bujue had asked earlier......

"Okay." Feng didn't feel bored, he had already deduced from the reactions of the two NPCs - unless they sue you themselves, it would be better not to ask questions about their origins, "Let's talk about something else, what is it...... Are there a lot of fat people living in our town? ”

"Hehe......" The shooter showed a scheming smile, and instead of answering Brother Jue's question, he continued, "Listen, Dave, there is usually a price to pay for asking things at the bar counter, understand?" ”

"Oh ~ understand and understand." Feng unconsciously opened his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill, "These should be ......"

"That's not what I meant." Unexpectedly, the shooter pushed his money back, "I don't want money." ”

"No money...... Someone, huh? Feng Bujue raised his eyes and threw a strange look at the other party.

The shooter didn't care about his reaction, but said to himself, "When you opened your wallet just now, I saw a membership card for the Darts Club. ”

"Huh?" Feng Bujue was slightly stunned for half a second, and replied, "What do you mean......"

"There's a reason people call me 'shooter.'" The shooter continued, "Because I'm very 'accurate' in everything I play." It's not just about shooting with a gun...... Including bows and arrows, slingshots, bowling, billiards, and ...... Darts, it's all my forte. ”

"So......" Feng Bujue figured out what the other party meant, and continued, "It's hard to find an opponent in this town...... Want to talk to me as a member of the Darts Club? ”

"Hehe...... the shooter replied with a smile, "one game, one question." ”

"Every time you lose, answer me a question?" Feng Bujue asked.

"That's right." The shooter replied.

"And what if I lose?" Feng Bujue was very sensitive to details such as bets, and he would not agree to it in a vague way.

"If you lose ten games in total, leave your 'temporary work permit'." The shooter replied.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue's mind moved, "What's the use of you asking for that?" This document is only valid for one ......"

"I naturally have my reasons." The shooter interrupted Brother Jue's words, and judging from his tone and demeanor, he seemed to know more about the documents than Brother Jue.

"Hmm......" Feng Bujue hesitated for a moment, "You have to talk about the specific rules first, and then I can decide ......"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of the shooter's mouth, like the fisherman's expression when he saw a fish biting the hook: "Huh...... Can be ......" (to be continued......)