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"Knock, knock......" The military boots stepped on the old wooden floor, and there was a muffled sound.

Aros came from the door, his steps neat and regular, no more, no less, each step was a foot, as if it had been calculated precisely.

The sound of low footsteps resounded throughout the front hall, but strangely, the whole scene seemed to be quieter and quieter, and the sound of cold air surging could be heard, the sound of ashes scattering, and even everyone's heartbeat could be heard clearly.

"Puff, puff......"

The old waiter couldn't help but squint his eyes when his eyes fell on Aros's face in the dim light, and his cloudy eyes burst into a cloud of essence like the arrogant scorching sun sprinkled with golden light after the rain and clouds had opened.

As for the strong men next to him, Erlang's legs have been put down, and some people's hands are even stretched out behind their backs. The invisible murderous aura is like a low thundercloud on a rainy day, rolling like a wave, with a suffocating taste.

Aros seemed to be unconscious, walked to the front of the bar, placed Tang Fang on the sofa not far from the right hand, he turned around and walked to Hausen and sat down, and glanced at the wine rack very casually: "Whiskey, on the rocks." ”

After a long time, the waiter slowly straightened up his somewhat stiff body, grabbed a small square cup from under the bar, added ice cubes, poured half a glass of whiskey, and pushed it in front of the two of them together with the cup of agave: "16MYD." ”

At some point, Aros had an extra cigarette in his mouth, he raised his head slightly, and in the dim light, he exhaled a thick puff of smoke, and then poked his hand down, and when he came out, there was something more in his palm.

"Knock ......" a deep voice sounded, and the vibration brought up the wine in the glass, causing ripples.

The old squire's face changed instantly, it was a gun, a paladin M5 large-caliber pistol.

Separate heat dissipation device, aiming assist unit, perfect rifling, advanced cushioning module, this model of pistol can adapt to a variety of harsh combat environments, high accuracy, long range, powerful firepower, moderate weight, and the user does not have strict requirements for wrist strength, endurance and other aspects related to physical elements, is a very popular firearm, most of them are officials, wealthy, and imperial officers with personal guns.

If it is sold on the black market, it is enough to sell for a large price of 20,000 MYD.

Aros was startled by his actions, and instinctively pushed his body back with a slight bend forward.

A short-haired man on the right, whose waist was like a bowstring that was quickly loosened after being tensed, stood up from his seat, stepped forward with his left foot, and his right arm was as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, bypassing Aros's body and grabbing directly at the Paladin's M5 pistol on the bar.

"Friend, he's mine." At the same time as the voice came, the man only felt that his wrist was numb, and his outstretched right arm was already firmly choked by the other party, and then his jaw was cold, and a force held him up.

The source of the strength was a gun, another Paladin M5, the muzzle of the black hole hole was pressed tightly against his jaw, and as soon as the opponent pulled the trigger, the .50 caliber bullet would blow his head from the bottom up.

This sudden scene was like a fuse for detonating explosives, and the three people on the other side stood up at once, their feet wrong, and they were about to come forward to help.

"Hmph." Next to him, Haosen snorted coldly, hooked a bar stool with his left foot, kicked back, and hit the crook of the leg of the person in front of him with a "pop", tripping him to the ground.

At the same time, he picked up the Paladin M5 that Aros was lying across the bar like lightning with his right hand, and with a strong lower back, he lifted the bar chair under his ass back, hitting the toes of a scar-faced man running from the door, and at the same time, he raised his arm, and the muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against the old waiter's head door that touched his hand under the bar.

"If you don't want to die, be honest, uncle just wants to drink a glass of wine in peace."

The old guy tightened his body, and slowly pulled his hands out from under the bar and raised them high above his head.

At the same time, a "crackling" sound was heard, and the men on the periphery of the battle group instantly had a few more guns in their hands, aiming at Aros and Haosen from afar.

"Relax, relax." Lao Yiyi's eyes rolled up, and his gaze fell on Hausen's wrinkled military uniform: "Who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

"Old fellow, are you deaf? Lao Tzu just wants to have a glass of wine. Faced with this situation, Haosen did not change his face, and as he spoke, he picked up the small round cup with his left hand, tilted his head, and poured the cup of strong agave into his mouth.

"Gollum ......" squirmed in the throat, and the liquor with a strong spicy flavor flowed down, setting off a firestorm in the stomach.

"Whew......" Hausen let out a sigh of relief, as comfortable as pouring a basin of cold water over his head on a hot summer day.

A look of surprise appeared on the old waiter's face, and he asked suspiciously: "Stranger, since you just want to ask for a glass of wine, why do you draw your gun?" ”

Hausen shook the hilt of the paladin M5 in his hand: "You said this?" Turning his head and sweeping Aros's old face, which had not changed from beginning to end, he grinned, "I guess he wants to pay for your liquor with this thing." ”

"Alcohol bills? Use this thing? The old waiter froze. This thing can be exchanged for thousands of MYD in minutes on the black market, and these two people in front of them actually used it to pay for a mere dozen yuan of wine, can they take the wrong medicine?

"Old John, don't be fooled by their words, these two guys are dressed in military uniforms, and they look like military people." The short-haired man who was restrained by Aros gasped.

These words were like a catalyst in a chemical reaction, and the situation that had been finally eased up was revived. The guys holding all kinds of guns next to them suddenly became nervous, and the guns in their hands were aimed at the two of them, and a few of them were aimed at Tang Fang on the sofa.

"Hmph." Aros's face changed, and before he knew it, he pushed the gun in his hand up again, and his index finger was already on the trigger.

The old and sturdy retired veteran was enraged, and was about to do something that these guys regretted, when a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows in the side corner: "Put down your guns, I believe them." ”

It can be seen that the guy who spoke should be the leader of this group of people, and the people around him who were holding guns looked at each other for a moment, and slowly lowered the body of the gun, pinning it to the back shoulder.

"Two, we've put away our weapons, so please don't embarrass them." There was also a man who appeared with the voice.

In terms of appearance, he is not very old, about 40 years old. With jagged black and white hair, bright eyes, and a combat vest over a white T-shirt, it gives people a particularly shrewd and capable feeling when viewed from a distance.

Aros squinted his eyes and swept around, making sure that the crisis was resolved, then he slowly withdrew his right hand and inserted the gun into his belt, and when Hausen next to him saw this, he also slowly withdrew the paladin M5.