Old Gun Bar, on this rainy night, the atmosphere is frozen to the extreme.

The gray-haired young man had already stood up, holding a gun in his left hand, pointing at the head of the uninvited Cyber, and everyone present knew very well that this gun was not used to scare people, there were really bullets in it, and Bourne would really shoot, the missing person he said before was not bragging, although he didn't kill the person, but he also made an accomplice.

You know, the difference between those who have killed and those who have not killed people is very big, Cyber raised his head, looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, there was a little trembling, it seemed that the person with the gun was a little excited, it is no wonder, after all, he is only a young man, his face is still a little immature, probably in his 20s, and there is an unshaven beard.

What were you doing in your 20s?

Cyber's eyes twitched, and then an indescribable headache rushed over his brain, making him give up the idea of continuing to remember, the only thing he was sure of was that at that time, the hand holding the gun, would not tremble.

"Hey, bastard, don't make trouble in my bar! Get out!"

When Christian's father saw Bourne take out the gun, his heart tightened, and he put down the glass and began to growl, but Bourne ignored him, just stared at Cyber, Cole turned his head and scolded Daddy,

"Shut up, old man, it's none of your business!"

"You said Cole's knife couldn't hurt you!

Byrne gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, in order to strengthen the momentum of the sentence, he put his finger on the trigger, he hoped to see a trace of expression from Cyber's face, whether it was horror or anger, it would be best if it was begging for mercy, which could make Byrne, who was not from a very good background, feel a special pleasure.

But there was no change in Cyber's eyes, and in the face of Byrne, he leaned back in his chair, aimed the muzzle of the gun at his heart, and whispered,

"A gun? not bad, not bad... It's a good weapon, you know, a good weapon needs to be well maintained to get its most powerful and sharp, and most importantly, you have to learn how to use it properly..."

"What do you mean? mongrel!"

Cole punched Cyber in the face, the young man's head was knocked to the side, and when he lifted it again, there was already a trace of blood, Cyber moved his mouth, feeling the smell of blood coming from his mouth, that familiar smell, every cell in his body, every pore was screaming, screaming, but he had to suppress them... Soon it won't be necessary...

"I mean, before you shoot, you have to make sure you have the insurance open!"

This sentence made Bourne's eyes change, maybe because he really didn't know this, maybe because of some other mess, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, and in less than 1 second, he realized that he had been tricked again, because this gun that Jamie gave him had no insurance at all!

"Damn..."

"Bang"

Before Byrne finished scolding, Cyber, who had just been punched by Cole and did not react, was like a tiger that suddenly woke up, jumped up to the side, grabbed the distracted Bourne's collar with his left hand, and pulled it down fiercely, the huge force from the collar made the young man let out an angry exclamation, but his body still involuntarily fell towards the card table, and Cyber's other hand wiped on the table, raised it high, and stabbed it down.

The next moment, the cold light flashed, blood splattered, and the palm of Bourne propped up on the table had one more thing.

Cole's dagger, in Cyber's hand, Zigan pierced Byrne's palm and stabbed straight into the table, Zigan didn't enter.

"Ahhh

The cry of pain like a wounded beast resounded through the bar, and under the urging of pain, Bourne subconsciously wanted to shoot, but there was no weapon in his hand!

"Bastard!"

Cole came from the side, his fists clenched, about to teach the yellow man a lesson, but the next moment, as Cyber turned, a cold thing pressed against his head, and the damn face that never changed his smile, and the corners of his mouth still had the blood stains he had just punched, looking a little embarrassed.

But looking at each other, Cole's anger was still in his eyes, and in Cyber's eyes, there was only an unwavering expression, with that gentle smile, distorted!

And as he thought before, his hand with a gun, very steady.

Poor green-haired thug, his expression didn't have time to change, and...

"Bang"

Gunshots rang out, people fell.

Cole's shattered head was raised high, and he fell backwards to the floor as if he had lost all support, blood mixed with white stuff, like a faucet turned on by a naughty child.

Christian's father, who was always paying attention to this piece, was also taken aback, and he subconsciously pulled out his old Chuntian from the cabinet, aimed it at Cyber, and shouted

"Hell, put down your gun!

Ignoring the agitated dad at all, Cyber took off his blood-stained black sweatshirt with a look of disgust and tossed it aside, he was shirtless, wearing a pair of ridiculous pajama pants that were completely wet by the sea and rain, and turned his head to look at the last red-haired guy.

As soon as the guy pulled the dagger from his belt, he looked up and saw Cole fall to the ground, and the poor kid was so frightened that he stood still, and even the ridiculous action of drawing the knife was frozen in the air.

Cyber glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to Byrne, who was still wailing, blood running down his wounds all over the table, so painful that he didn't even notice the sight of his brother getting shot in the head, until Cyber wiped a little of the blood off his cheek with his fingers, and then wiped the blood off his clothes, wiping the blood off that finger.

"You know, if you shoot at too close range, you can have this kind of problem. ”

"When a bullet goes through the head, those things splash all over the place, so I don't usually go too far for that precision, you know, it's always easier to kill someone in the heart than in the head... Did you hear what I said?"

In response to him was Bourne's wail.

"Ahhh

"I said, quiet!"

"Ahhhh

Cyber shrugged his shoulders and focused his gaze on the last red-haired young man, the muzzle of the gun moved behind Byrne's back, and then gave a playful smile.

"Actually, you think he's annoying, don't you? He's always dictating to you like a big guy, even if he's no different from you! You'd love to teach this shitty guy a lesson, right? It's okay, don't be inhibited, I know you want to do it too, I'll help you." ”

"No... I didn't... Nope!"

"Bang"

Another gunshot rang out, and the warm liquid splashed on the face of the stunned thug, his expression was completely frozen at this moment, and Cyber breathed a sigh of relief, sniffing the smell of blood in the air, which made him recover a little from being a little sleepy from soaking in the cold seawater, he moved his shoulder, threw the pistol with a trace of gunpowder smoke in his hand on the table, took the cigarette case of the three guys from the side, took out one and put it to his mouth, and lit the fire.

"Uh... I'm here for three things, enough money for a meal, a weapon to protect me, and clothes that won't be hated by others and keep me warm in this damn weather..."

Cyber sat back in his chair, leaning back slightly, burying his face in the rising smoke, which blurred the outline of his face a little, and he rested his mud- and water-stained feet on the table already filled with blood, but those eyes were firmly on the young man's body, and he flicked his fingers, "You know what I mean, right?" ”

It was like a command, and it was as if a switch had been turned on again on the sluggish young man's body, and he trembled and put the dagger in his hand on the table, and then quickly took off his black leather jacket and underlined sweater, unfastened his pants and shoes, and finally placed them on the chair beside Cyber, like a quail, wearing a pair of shorts and white socks, standing tremblingly in front of Cyber, begging,

"Don't kill me, please, I won't tell you what happened tonight, please! Don't kill me, for God's sake!"

Cyber looked at the clothes and shoes at hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, he nodded, spread his hands, and muttered,

"Don't do that, kid... You see I've put my guns aside, and that's a gesture of friendship, isn't it? All right, go home, be a good person, you know?"

"Uh-huh, I know, I know... Thank you. ”

The young man panicked, wearing only a pair of flowered shorts and socks, and ran towards the door of the bar, stumbling, as if he stayed here for a second, he would be entangled in something terrible, Seber did not pay any attention to him, but picked up the sweater with two fingers, looked at it carefully, and made sure that the dress was not too dirty, and then put it on his body.

And at the very moment when he put on his sweater, behind him, the young man had just run to the door of the bar, his hands outstretched, his face full of joy of rebirth and the joy of escaping hell, like a prisoner who wanted to embrace freedom.

"Bang"

The third gunshot rang out, and a bullet from behind hit him in the back, and his expression was forever fixed on his face, and his body that was running forward fell to the ground, rolled forward twice, and lost all his life.

It wasn't Cyber's shot, but he was wearing his pants, but his face didn't fluctuate, as if all this was what he expected.

A bar, two people, three bodies.

In the slightly stuffy air on a rainy night, the pungent smell of blood soon spread everywhere, but no one spoke, and with some difficulty, Cyber tucked his feet into the shoes that didn't fit well, put the decent black leather jacket over the gray sweater, and finally patted his body, as if to clean up the dust that didn't exist.

When he had done all this, he put away the change on the table, shook a dozen coins in his heart, put the pistol with four bullets left in his pocket, pulled out the blood-soaked dagger, wiped it on Bourne's clothes, found another 13 bullets in his pocket, and finally put the box of cigarettes that didn't taste very good into his trouser pocket, wiped his hair, and turned to the bar.

The blood-stained shoes left one conspicuous footprint after another on the ground, and Christian's father had already thrown the old Chuntian in his hand on the bar at this time, unfastening the first neatly fastened button, and he sat there, looking at Cyber, who was sitting outside the bar, supporting his chin with both hands, who threw the coin in his hand on the old wooden table, and whispered,

"Have a drink, Daddy, and if you have something to eat, come by the way. ”

Daddy, who was over 70 years old, looked at him, his face wrinkled like an old lion, and instead of getting up to get the wine, he asked a question, "In what name, Cyber, drinking with me is not enough, and you just let go of a guy, it will cause me trouble!"

"As an old man, I hate trouble!"

Cyber took the burned cigarette butt from his mouth, extinguished it in the ashtray he had, and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"But the trouble has been solved, and you have solved it with your own hands, so... In the name of friendship, have a drink, Daddy, and open the window again, it smells disgusting. ”