Mayor? Simon remembered that the old man in a suit at the door of the gun shop not long ago had such a thing as Wyatt Company for no reason, and Simon had a new understanding of the wasteland people, so he said, "I think I have already settled for dinner today." After saying that, he raised his chin at the bar with an "A" missing diagonally across the gun line.

There are often outsiders who don't understand the rules of Blackwater and scoff at the mayor's authority, and it is very difficult and very simple to teach the Wasteland Guest to respect the basics, and the guards prefer the simple method, with a shuttle of guns, and the most tricky wildlings have to study the rules of the town seriously. But at the moment, the situation is a little embarrassing.

The head of the guard not only respects the mayor, but also respects the strong man who shows enough strength, the giant man and sniper who killed the mercenaries of Wyatt Company, these two people are undoubtedly the object of respect, and even bowed slightly without front teeth, and continued to explain respectfully: "I am only responsible for conveying Mr. Mayor's words, and as for your words, I will also tell Mr. Mayor Mayor." ”

"Whatever you want." Simon walked away, but he was hungry and walked into the "B" and "R" bars with the missing "A" on his revolch.

It should be the reason why caravans often pass by, the Blackwater town bar is surprisingly large, the lights are dim, a few spotlights with the outer cover falling out of the wire head are stabbing out of the light in a disorderly manner, and the female singer who is almost completely red Guoguo twists her body wildly on the stage, roaring and singing explicit and decadent punk songs, the sound can shake people unconscious, and suddenly the sound goes out, and the bartender, who can compete with Jonathan, shouts through the crowd, kicks the speaker with a big foot, and continues to roar.

Jonathan sniffed his favorite alcohol, patted his pouch hard, and pulled the bartender over to drink. The condoms were all left for the sniper rifles, and Simon was not interested in contracting a little willow disease, so he pushed away all kinds of women who came over to sell themselves or take the opportunity to steal a few coins, found a slightly clean booth, and asked for a meal.

Simon looked at the plastic cutlery with some unknown black thing sticking to it. If you have money to spend, you have a head clamp, and you can buy a black bread with meat for 50 coins, plus half a bottle of whiskey that smells of whiskey, Simon sighed, persuaded himself that this is the food he bought in exchange for his life, chewed a mouthful of bread that was as hard as a stone, poured whiskey and rushed down his stomach, and the flames instantly burned his throat. Sniped dozens of people, the face of the white death did not change, and his face was red and could drip blood.

Peter was obviously a veteran here, and the young man slowly discharged ten coins, cents, bottle caps, and tokens, and did not greet anyone, but soon a waiter brought a fragrant steak of grilled meat, and Peter glanced at the stupid soldier, took out a hunting knife, and ate the meat with relish.

"Leftover bear monster meat?" Simon felt that the tooth he had saved so hard in the war was about to die on the doomsday stone bread, and he asked as he dug out a piece of gravel.

"Didn't you and my dad pack up and sell the bear monster?" Peter looked back with a strange and disdainful look, and it was clear that the sniper's face was not attractive to the boy, who quickly eliminated the steak and said vaguely, "Mole meat." ”

Simon tried to recall the order of Peter's coins, and while the coins were doing futile work, a timid girl came up to him with a bottle of wine, her lips open, "Sir, do you want a glass of wine?" Five coins for a cup. ”

The short hair covered the woman's earlobe, and the sea was sparsely pulled, revealing the girl's watery forehead, and the girl's light blue eyes were abruptly big. The girl looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old at most, and her arms were tightly clutched around the bottle, blocking the girl's most striking point, and for that alone, a girl who sold wine was not qualified.

There is still residual wine in the cup, and the wine in the bottle is half small, Simon looked at the girl with a red nose, the past hooked Simon, reminded him of his sister who died early, the yellow-haired little guy inherited his mother's blue eyes, as a brother, Simon was once very glad that his sister's eyes were not so cold and hard, but God refused to give Simon a chance to teach the boy a lesson, and the flu took her away.

"It just so happens that my friend needs a bottle of wine, little sister, can I buy them all?" Simon didn't know if the smile he put on after the war was intimidating.

The girl's smile into a crescent moon obviously negated Simon's idea, and the girl immediately pushed the bottle in front of Simon, and said, "Sir, you are a kind man, fifty coins, and I wish you a good night." ”

Simon casually counted the number of coins, and Peter, who had been silent, spoke, "Are you a fool?" ”

The girl took the coin and quickly disappeared into the crowd, Simon's tone was a little unkind: "When you have fought for five years, come and comment on Lao Tzu, little ghost!" ”

Peter shrugged his shoulders indifferently, rather old-fashioned: "It's good if you're happy." ”

The whiskey in the girl's small hands will not have more fruit wood aroma out of thin air, it is still a bad wine blended with alcohol, Simon is thinking about whether to let go of the elder's spirit, and ask Peter how to order a steak, the girl stood on the side of the card seat again, her face was wiped clean, and even a lot of her skin was scratched because of the force, her short hair was dipped in water, and she changed into a shirt that was not so stained.

"Sir, for another 50 coins, I belong to you tonight!" A fire burned in the girl's eyes, calcining the light blue into steel blue.

Peter finished the steak and leaned against the booth with his arms crossed, playfully watching how Simon solved it.

Simon expected such a show, God is pitiful, she is still a child!

Seeing that Simon refused to speak for a long time, the girl was anxious, thinking that she couldn't reach the eyes of the guest, so she grabbed Simon's hand and stuffed it into the neckline, Simon withdrew her hand like an electric shock, the girl was red-eyed, and sat up directly, twisting her waist like a water snake, and there were few buttons in her shirt, Simon grabbed the girl's hands and said in a panic: "The coin is for you, this place doesn't belong to you, hurry up and find your parents!" Right now! ”

The girl had five more Father of Nations coins in her palm, thinking that maybe this guest had some special hobbies, and opened her mouth to come: "Dad! ”

Peter picked up the handle of his gun and smashed it on the card seat, shouting, "Bartender! ”

The sound of the gun's handle striking was louder than countless bells, and two bartenders with fingers appeared in front of the booth in the blink of an eye, and said in a hoarse voice, "I advise you not to cause trouble, boy." ”

Peter put away Grid/Locke, indicating that there was no malicious intent, pointed to the girl who was glued to Simon by the hungry tiger, and said slowly: "My friend is in trouble, maybe you can help him?" ”

"Pull her away, pull her away!" Simon covered the girl's face and shouted.

The bartender confirmed that Simon really didn't want to continue the service, grabbed the girl's hair and left, the girl struggled to ride the bartender's neck, and scolded: "You know what a fart!" Give the old lady another half an hour, and I can squeeze that chick without a single child! ”

The bartender laughed and said, "Then go open your second mouth and suck some coins." The bartender put the girl down.

Peter took a sip of whiskey and sneered, "Fool." ”