In a street-side apartment on Baker City's East Side.

Private teachers are teaching students.

"Look at this question, you can choose the wrong question so easily, send the question!" The teacher was angry, "The street lights on the street must be in parallel, only parallel connection can be guaranteed, after one light goes out, other lights are still on, why can't you figure out such a simple reason?" ”

"Teacher...... Is it possible that when one light goes out, the others will go out with it? The student asked in a whisper.

"You're doing a question, just do it seriously, why do you care so much?"

"But...... Knowledge comes from life. ”

"Life? When have you ever seen this phenomenon in your life? Tell the teacher that the teacher will quit tomorrow to become an electrician and teach those electricians to correct the circuit! ”

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw a street lamp flickering outside the window.

Extinguish.

At the same time.

The entire precinct was plunged into darkness.

"Teacher, you ......"

"Shh......h Don't be silent! ”

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Dark streets.

Lu Wen and the young man leaned against the corner.

Countless rapidly approaching footsteps rang out in the night.

Families along the street have closed their curtains.

Several of the surrounding streets fell silent.

"If this is in Mowu City, there will be a few enthusiastic citizens who will help call the Executive Directorate, and the people of Baker City are inevitably too simple."

It's none of your business, hang high.

This is the attitude shown by those residents along the street.

"Benefactor, what's next?"

"Don't worry, just watch me do it, squat here, don't stand up, it's dangerous."

The young man squatted down honestly according to Lu Wen's request.

He was scared now, and fear took over the vast majority.

But Lu Wen stood in front of him, so that fear was not enough to completely consume him.

He saw that in the otherwise dark street, two objects with flashing red points of light were moving rapidly.

"With such a high voltage, it didn't even make the benefactor's spider malfunction."

The spider lingered in the middle of the street for a moment.

A third red point of light appeared, flashing and flashing, but quickly extinguished again.

The streets are silent.

Repression.

The darkness of the night was overwhelming.

The fourth and fifth red points of light appeared one after another, and finally they all went out one by one, as if they had never existed.

The footsteps grew closer.

As we approached the corner, all the footsteps stopped in unison.

"Those friends who are following behind you haven't shown up yet, are you discussing how to divide my money?"

Lu Wen clasped his hands, leaned forward, and turned his head to look at the street corner.

It didn't take long for the voice to fall.

A group of more than thirty people came out of the darkness.

Many people wear a special type of glasses for night vision.

These guys, who operate in the dark all year round, are well prepared.

Two forces.

Just by tossing a gold coin, you can attract two forces in such a short period of time.

Lu Wen still underestimated the importance of money in this steel city.

It's important enough to kill people in the street.

"The money stays, and the people can go."

A cold word came from there.

At the same time, they are still approaching.

It is necessary to cause a kind of psychological oppression to Lu Wen.

This is more professional than the previous 'hand over all the money on your body'.

The so-called 'people can go' means that after putting down the money, they turn around and leave, and within a few steps, they are hit by the bullets pouring from behind.

This is Baker City, and no one is disciplined or moral.

"As long as I keep the money, you're going to let the two of us live?" Lu Wen asked.

"Of course, we have a bottom line in life."

Those people are still moving slowly.

They don't talk much, they know that whether they are villains or decent people, they are easy to die from talking too much, and everyone knows that the goal is to get the money in Lu Wen's hands.

Except for money, try to talk about anything else as little as possible.

"I'm curious, after taking the money in my hand, how are you going to divide it? The two forces, if they can't tell the difference, they ...... fight."

"Shut up, put the money down, and leave!"

Very decisive.

No wonder it can grow to such a large organization.

"Okay, don't shoot, I'll just put the money here, and you can get it yourself."

Lu Wen took out a small bag from his pocket.

Shook it.

The sound of coins colliding.

The young man looked at the small bag containing the gold coins and thought it sounded good.

"If you can sleep with this sound every night, you will definitely sleep very soundly."

He thought so.

Then he heard another voice.

"Boom ——!"

Without warning, suddenly.

The night in front of him seemed to turn into day in an instant, and the blinding light made him squint, and the sound of a huge explosion echoed in his head.

The eardrum seems to be about to crack.

His whole body trembled with the street.

Flying dust was scattered across the streets, along with bits and pieces of flesh.

A broken arm flew in front of him, charred and bleeding.

The young man struggled to look ahead.

In that white light, a figure of rapid action.

Shoot.

Reload.

Shoot again.

The movement of the clouds and water, as if that man was born to be the best hunter of the night.

When darkness comes again.

The street returned to silence.

"Tick ......"

The young man heard the sound of water.

No, it's the sound of blood dripping.

"Benefactor, are you injured?"

"It's a small thing, a metal shrapnel embedded in the arm."

Lu Wen casually found a tattered strip of cloth on the ground and wiped the blue blood on his hands.

Night dark is the home of androids.

Three bombs exploded one after the other, and very few people survived.

What Lu Wen has to do is just put the finishing touches.

Replenish the gun.

Whether you're alive or not, give you a shot in the brain.

In many literary and artistic works, the reason why the protagonist can survive after being shot several times is because the other party forgets the importance of mending the gun in his head, and Lu Wen will not make such a low-level mistake.

Although surviving with several shots in the body is very mysterious in itself.

But...... There is always nothing wrong with refilling guns.

"Go home now, I have other things to do tonight, and I'll see you again when I have a chance."

Lu Wen told the young man a few words.

With such a big movement, someone will definitely come to check it soon.

There were only two bombs of that might on the spider's back.

Replenishing ammunition in the city was also a hassle, and I had to go back to a motel outside the city to get some of the equipment it was carrying.

Lu Wen sent the young man home.

Then he ran through the streets in the dark for more than two hours.

Make sure no one is following you.

He took advantage of the darkness to return to the outside of the city.

In the early hours of the next morning.

The sky was slightly bright.

The city has not yet recovered,

Lu Wen knocked on the iron door of a small shop.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Very private little shop.

It was an old man who opened the door.

Thin, hunched back, wearing a monocle in his right eye, and a bronzed chain hanging down.

The interior of the shop is very old.

A variety of metals are placed on the countertop at will.

"I want to fix my arm."

Lu Wen took out a thick stack of banknotes and handed it to the uncle.

The old man lifted the monocle on his right eye with his hand, frowned, and said, "It's you?" ”

Lu Wen was a little surprised, "Old man, do you know me?" ”

"The man with the spider on his shoulder, of course I know you, outsider, you are famous." The old man opened the rusty iron door to one side, "Come in, it's my honor to be able to repair a transformer of your level." ”

"What happened last night?"

"Well, last night there was a house on the street facing that street, there was a private monitor at the door, and it was still running after the power went out, and your appearance was filmed."

"Is there anyone else who has been filmed besides me?"

"Oh? Do you have a companion? The surveillance angle is not very good, you can only see the way you shoot and change the magazine, and if your companion is behind, then don't worry, you can't shoot him. ”

This small shop is very old.

All items in bronze have a sense of age.

The old man pressed a switch, and the virtual projection screen was displayed in mid-air.

That's a message.

"The news sent this morning said that a reformer from other places came to the city, the same man who had a spider on his shoulder last night, and now many people are discussing how to deal with you."

Lu Wen noticed the bottom corner of the message.

There is a bounty notice.

News about him, if useful.

A message will reward 20,000 yuan.

"Did you kill someone important last night? Who provided this news from outsiders? ”

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Good night, book friends!