I have to say that the wine made in this tavern is the most mellow wine Searle has ever drunk, close your eyes and taste a glass, feel the mellow liquid slide through the tip of the tongue, moist through the throat, slippery into the throat, warm floating in the abdomen, slowly wandering in the nose, quietly diving into the blood, it is really an unforgettable wine!

Searle even considered whether to buy a few barrels to enjoy the branch slowly, but he immediately extinguished this idea, it has never been right to drink in the barracks, especially since Searle, as the deputy commander of the G2 branch, has to set an example for the entire branch.

Thinking of this, Searle shook his head regretfully, this is really a pity.

"Die, bastard navy!"

A voice with a hint of rage in the madness came from the doorway.

A gunshot followed, and it was clear that someone had shot at Serge, who was the only navy in the tavern, wasn't he who?

"Whoosh~"

A bullet flew towards Searle at a speed that was unreachable to the naked eye.

"Bang~"

Serge tilted his head and dodged the bullet, but the glass in his hand was shattered.

"Nani? Dodged the bullet? I read that right! ”

The people around exclaimed.

The person who shot at the door was a broken nobleman who had been humiliated by Searle~ Grace.

At this point, a spear was found out of nowhere, and there was a puff of smoke coming from the muzzle of the gun aimed at Pyle.

"It can't be a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

Seeing that the shot didn't hit Searle, Grence hurriedly comforted himself.

"Hahaha, you don't have that much luck next, go die, navy!!"

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Grence fired several shots in succession, looking at Searle with a cruel expression, as if he had seen Searle lying in a pool of blood.

However, the truth is always so disappointing, it seems that these shots did not hit Serge, let alone the scene that Grace expected.

Bullets are not even toys in front of a strong man like Searle, so how can they be injured?

Especially Serre's monster-like body, let alone a bullet, even if he was hit head-on by a cannon, I am afraid that he would not even be able to break the skin, so how could he be injured?

However, this time, Searle did not choose to resist with his body, but evaded Grans's attack with his domineering experience, which was not very profound.

Resist with the body? Spare Searle, his salary is not used to buy clothes, even if his body can carry bullets, this ordinary clothes can't carry it.

"How~ How is it possible? Unexpectedly~ I dodged the bullet! ”

The pirates in the tavern suddenly screamed, if it was said to dodge once, it might be luck, the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, but if it dodged every time, it was not luck, but this person was really able to do it.

"Hey, hey~"

Searle tilted his head and glanced at Grace coldly: "Are you looking for death?" ”

The tavern was instantly filled with killing intent, almost materializing, and as the first target of the killing machine, Grace was almost so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot.

"You~you~ what are you going to do?" Grence stammered, his legs limped, and he sat down on the ground.

"What for?"

Serge left the table and walked towards Grace step by step.

"Of course it's to kill you, you guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!" Serge smiled heartily.

Although it was said with a smile, there was always a chilling feeling, killing intent, that's right, Searle's words were full of killing intent.

He had never liked these nobles who were eating vegetarian meals, especially when he saw this guy actually holding a slave again, Serge secretly marked the Force on him.

Originally, I planned to kill Grence when no one was around, but I didn't expect that this guy was so tired and crooked that he took the initiative to come up and look for death, which made me feel sorry for others.

"No~ Don't, I'm a nobleman, you can't kill me, I'm a nobleman!" Grence sat down on the ground, looking terrified.

"Aristocrats? You said you were a nobleman of the Tajiqin Kingdom! ”

Serge slowly approached Grence and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I know your Majesty the King, if I just kill a viscount, I believe that His Majesty Pluck should not be too embarrassed for me!" ”

Hearing Serge mention King Prucker, Grence finally panicked, and was able to call out His Majesty's name, which means that this navy may really be as he himself said.

"No~No~ Don't kill me! I want to live, I still have a lot of money to spend, I want to live! Glanston burst into tears, and because of the weakness of his legs, he simply grabbed the ground with both hands and crawled towards the door.

"Isn't it easy to be alive? But this time the trouble is yours to ask for! Serge said softly.

As he spoke, he continued to follow.

"Help, help. Who will save me, I will give a million Bailey, please no~ I will hand over all my property to you, please don't kill me!! ”

"Whoosh~"

With a burst of breaking air, Grace's plea for mercy stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he collapsed weakly in a pool of blood.

It wasn't some new move, but Searle had bounced a bullet out of the way, piercing Grace's head straight through it.

"Cut, what a damn thing!" Searle spat at Grence on him.

"It's really killed! This navy . . . ”

"He really killed the nobles!"

The spectators in the tavern screamed in surprise, they didn't expect Searle to be so decisive, after all, the other party was a nobleman, and he actually said that he would kill him, as if Grence was a beast, not a human.

If it were a nobleman from another country, Serge might hesitate, who would make Grance a nobleman of the Tajiqin Kingdom?

For the Tajichen Kingdom, Searle is a hero-like existence, and in the case of the nobles making the first move, even if Searle kills him, there is nothing to say.

"Hey!" Searle poked the strong slave man lying on the ground on tiptoe.

"Get up, that bastard has hung up. You're free! Serge smiled.

The slave still didn't move, Serge shook his head, flicked his right hand, and a burst of azure force slowly penetrated into the slave's body.

"Ah~" The slave screamed and got up from the ground.

"I 。。。。。"

The man looked at the aristocrat Grence who had long lost his life on the ground, and was speechless for a long time.

"I said you're free!" Serge repeated.

"Puff~"

The man actually knelt directly in front of Serge.

"Thank you for saving me, Dear Mr. Navy!"

The azure light skyrocketed instantly, and Serre directly launched an indiscriminate attack, however, so many punches went down, and he didn't hit a single one.

However, compared to Searle, the golden lion was even more surprised, the monster on the opposite side seemed to be undead, as if it was exhausted, and if it continued like this, it was likely to overturn, and this was the first time that the golden lion had this deep sense of powerlessness.

"Alas, what a disappointment, forget it and continue to drink bars!" Serge spread his hands helplessly, ignoring Hemon in front of him, and turned back to the tavern.

After three rounds of drinking, Searle was satisfied, and was about to settle the bill.

"Hahaha, boss, bring me the best wine and meat!" An abrupt voice appeared in the tavern.

Searle turned his head to look at the person, and the whole person froze instantly.