"How do you use this?", Graff played with a pistol that had been found on the corpse of a police officer, not really trying to learn how to use it, but simply trying to find something to ease his fear after the killing. I'm afraid that I'll kill someone, and I'm afraid of myself.

At the moment when he took the policeman's life, he felt a bloodthirsty excitement, like a nature that had been suppressed for a long time was suddenly released. But after a short period of excitement, he became a normal person again, became worried, began to be afraid. People always have infinite power at the moment of breaking through the legal boundaries, because they no longer need to be constrained by law, morality and society to directly become another person, and they can let go of their personality without scruples.

But when they fall back out of boundaries, they become worried, as Graff did. The chains of law, society, and morality are firmly entwined with the most complete personality, and they are packed into the deepest part of people's souls, and they do not see the light of day.

So he needs to find something to get his attention, instead of always thinking about what the consequences will be if he kills the police.

He asked this question very well, because the teenagers here are basically children of single-parent families - their fathers have been forcibly conscripted to the front line to serve as cannon fodder, and it is for this reason that they all have a certain understanding of firearms.

As soon as Graff finished speaking, a child named Simorick took the pistol from Graff and held it in his hand.

"First of all, you need to determine whether you are using it, so in this position of the pistol, there is an insurance. Simorick pointed to a small button on the front of the pistol handshake, "Press it and push this up...... and you'll be able to shoot. My personal advice though is to try this thing in a place where no one is around, it doesn't make a lot of noise. ”

The pistols of this world still use Yaojing as kinetic energy, and it seems that the whole world revolves around Yaojing, and even some large war machines need Yaojing and "steam" as the driving force. The pistol's handshake has a closed filler at the bottom, and the steam fills up the filler before the Obsidian heat energy inside is completely depleted. Push the small push rod underneath the safety and the crystal will be pushed into the catalyst chamber and the reaction will begin.

When the trigger is pulled, the projectile is pushed out by the tremendous pressure, causing casualties.

The bullet is a hollow metal cylinder with a diameter of only seven millimeters and a length of only one centimeter, and the front part of the cylinder is cone-shaped. This police pistol has a range of only twenty meters and a rate of fire of only two rounds per second.

There are also larger guns in the army, and there are dozens of them, depending on how they are used. Some of them can also be fired in bursts, and the rate is said to reach a high speed of five rounds per second. Probably the most explosive of the burst weapons is the heavy weapon often equipped on the AT-12's platform, which has twelve barrel .......

Graff quickly learned how to operate this uncomplicated little pistol, and after a while of fiddling with it, the Wild Rose Bar appeared in front of his eyes.

Compared with the long dark road before, after entering the city center of Turner, it is obviously much more prosperous. Almost the entire city is condensed within these three or four blocks. The carriage bypassed the main entrance of the Wild Rose Bar and stopped in the alley behind the bar.

Mr. Colt was immediately called out by the staff who had been there for a long time, and as soon as Mr. Colt saw Graff, he walked up with open arms and hugged the big man, who was not very comfortable. When the two separated, he glanced down and his clothes were a little dirty. Although he was slandering Graff in his heart, there was a happy expression on his face, "Great, I have to say that your things are amazing, I didn't expect to need to stock so soon, so my things, have you brought them?"

Graff took a few steps back, he couldn't stand the hug of this guy who actually had perfume on his body, "Of course, what about the money?"

"Here!", Colt pulled out a check and handed it over. He had cash, but it was his own, and the check was Wood's. As the most widely circulated and most applicable medium of capital in the world, cheques have been integrated into almost all aspects of people's lives. The Imperial Central Bank has discovered a checkbook with a maximum limit of five dollars, and as long as the number on the check does not exceed the limit of the check, and there is a corresponding signature and code, it can be cashed in full amount at the bank.

Graff couldn't tell if a check was genuine, but he remembered what Durin had told him not to worry about Colt not giving him the money, unless he didn't want to see the sun the next day. This is not boasting, as a businessman involved in the gray business, who does not have a group of helpers to "maintain justice"? Since Colt dared to sell moonshine, it shows that he understands this truth, and if he takes what does not belong to him, he must be prepared to pay for the hand that is cut off and stretched out.

Graff put the check away and continued to look at him, "And!"

"And?!", Colt was stunned for a moment, "I just gave it to you!"

Graff looked at him with a strange expression, seeing that Colt had to see if there was anything wrong with him. He behaved very naturally, so naturally that Graff was thinking about it, but he really forgot about it, and still intended to act for himself.

"The balance of the last shipment, your things are almost sold, and the accounts that should be settled are also settled!", Graff reminded, which made Colt dumbfounded.

He only thought about helping Wood get a hundred cases of wine for free, completely forgetting that the time to restock was also the time to settle the bill. Moonshine is not a legitimate business, and has been attacked and sanctioned by imperial and theocracy laws, so no moonshiner would ask the buyer to deposit money as if he were doing a legitimate business. Every batch of goods must be checked out immediately when it is sold out, this is the law, and I have never heard anyone say that there are installments for doing illegal things.

That's not a small amount of money, thousands of dollars!

Because it wasn't a small amount of money, Graff's eyes unconsciously became fierce, perhaps because he had just killed someone, and the killing intent was almost so strong that it overflowed from his body.

Colt was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed, "How can you forget? I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously!", he raised his hand to pat Graff on the shoulder, it was a habit of his, he felt that patting people on the shoulder could prove that his status was higher than that of the other party, so he liked to pat people on the shoulder. But at this moment, the raised hand couldn't shoot it anymore.

The light was like an invisible wall, erecting an absolute boundary between Colt and Graff.

Colt smiled dryly and waved his arm, "You wait a while, I'll go and get the money now, so much money can't be carried with me, I can only take it out if I am sure that you are there." ”

The explanation also made sense, the fierce light in Graff's eyes gradually died out, and Colt walked quickly, almost pushing the door open and rushing into the bar.

He cursed secretly as he walked quickly.

Damn, filthy Gualt, he looked down at the two black marks on his clothes, and hated them even more. I returned to the office, opened the safe, took out the final payment, and stacked them together in distress. It's really sad that these cuties who have to look at them every day are going to leave themselves. Among the nearly 4,000 yuan, there are only five 100 yuan bills, and the others are 5 or 10 yuan bills.

In the small cities of Turnair, far from the center of the empire, few people would use the hundred-dollar bill, so there were not many in circulation.

Back at the back door again, Colt decisively handed over all the money to Graff, watching Graff put all his money into a small tin box, Colt felt an unprecedented loss.

That's his money!

Curse you guys not to survive tonight!

When all the goods were delivered to the bar's warehouse, Graff left with the people and money. Colt was still waving his arms at the back door of the bar, as if he was reluctant, but his lips kept opening and closing slightly, and dirty words came out of his mouth silently.

When he returned to the office, Wood actually appeared.

Tonight's events weren't trivial, so how could Wood not come and see it himself? He didn't show up in the office just now, so as to avoid an accident if Graff was going to sit in the office, and the two of them might have an accident when they met, so this guy hid outside by the bar in the bar and drank a glass of wine to warm up.

Just as Wood was about to say something, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he walked in front of Colt in a few steps, and Colt was so frightened that Colt held his breath. He reached out a finger and sniffed at two dark, slimy marks on Colt's clothes. With his honorific title of woodcutter wood, of course he knew what it was, and his expression became a little solemn.

After walking a few steps back and forth, he put on his hat and immediately chased after him.