Pull the collar to cover half of your face and hide yourself.

The pistol in his coat pocket stayed in his hands for a moment, and he gently pushed open the wooden door, and the spring creaked, and Bill slowly walked into the tavern.

The smell of wine mixed with the contemptuous gazes of the guests, and in the dim light, Bill also rolled his eyes to observe the unrecognizable killers.

Although the number of killers is small, it still creates a strong sense of oppression in the tavern, but this sense of oppression is only effective for the most ordinary humans.

Through the killing intent hidden under the smell of wine, these killers seemed a little surprised to see that Bill was not affected, but they no longer looked at him.

Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, applicable to any world.

Sitting casually at the bar table, the tavern owner is a middle-aged man in dark overalls, and the expression on his face is different from that of a killer who exudes tension.

"What do you want to drink from the guests who came from dusk?"

"A glass of lemonade, thank you. ”

"Okay, please wait. ”

The tavernkeeper smiled and accepted the coin, starting his understanding of a glass of lemonade, and Bill continued to look around, where he saw several pictures taped to the walls of the tavern, in different locations.

There's no special rule here, it's just that Bill can read the meaning of the photos because his own pictures are on them.

And the location is high in the middle.

Feel free to walk in the direction of the bounty wall and put your calfskin shoes on the board.

Knock, knock, knock, knock......

The killers looked up almost at the same time, and Bill's face behind his casual clothes made them feel unfamiliar, unsure of his identity, and they all stared at Bill at the moment, wondering which commission he would take.

The tavern keeper also looked up, still holding a sharp knife and a lemon in his hand, and chopped the lemon in half with a snap, spurting out a lot of orange-yellow sour juice.

The shadows were restless under the flickering kerosene lamps, and the killers' murderous intent stimulated the shadows, even the small black crystal hanging from Bill's neck.

The black mist flowed slowly down the little black stick, as if it were a piece of dry ice with dye on it.

The bar owner didn't speak, only to look from the side to notice a dark brown suture scar behind his ear, running from his left ear down his neck.

Ignoring the stares of the men, Bill stood in front of the bounty wall.

Half of his face was covered, and the newspaper photo of his arm scar was cut out and pasted on the wall, and below was a seven-inch frontal photo of Williams with long hair, which looked like a second paste, and the four corners of the photo were torn.

At the same time, a cross is drawn under the newspaper photo, which presumably means that there have been killers who have never returned and died in failure while hunting their targets.

"Now it's only clear that I've been rewarded, including bounties and other information, it's not clear. 」

"Do I have to take off the bounty slip and give it to the Tavernkeep to get the bounty and other information?"

Continuing to look at the bounty wall, Bill noticed that there happened to be a patch below the photo that was free of dust, and it could be seen that the photo had been moved from below to above, that is, ......

"They were through the newspapers, and they already knew that the snipers who went to pick me up had failed and died. 」

"At this time, the employer raised the bounty for killing me, because my hunting difficulty has also increased, and if another killer wants to target me, he has to consider whether he has the ability to kill me. 」

"So what is displayed on this wall is still a bounty list that ordinary killers can receive. 」

Bill's gaze was cold, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with his picture being posted on the wall, as if he were looking at someone else's body.

But this body was not originally my own.

Casually bypassing the bounty list, Bill saw that some government officials and business tycoons were also on the bounty wall, and the photos were still above Bill, indicating that these people had higher bounties.

Further down the bounty wall, Bill suddenly swept a familiar face.

「...... Pestering fat man, John. 」

"What kind of trouble can he get into to be wanted with a bounty?"

"It seems that he didn't listen to me, and after he moved, he lived in peace and died in a hospital bed, so he had better disappear as soon as possible. 」

Bill begins to get bored with the kindness and intolerance that he once had left, especially when this intolerance may cause him unnecessary trouble.

After all the pain, Bill no longer had any more ideas about human life, as if that thing had become a commodity in his mind and displayed in the street store.

Especially in the face of this bounty wall, every human life is clearly marked, and the person's ability and social value are clear at a glance.

"But I'll have to start with the tavernkeeper today and ask for more information. 」

When you sit back on the counter seat, the counter seat is made of pure wood, and it squeaks when you sit down.

"Guest, your lemon juice is ready. ”

"Thank you......"

The Tavernkeeper brought a glass of pale yellow berry juice to Bill, seemingly wanting to ask him which bounty he liked, since the more bounties the Tavernkeeper sold, the higher the commission.

In particular, he wants to sell the ones at the top of the bounty wall, after all, the more killers he loses, the more money he can make by selling bounty slips multiple times, even more than he gets from his employer.

"Guest, which list do you like?"

"Still thinking about it. ”

"Then I don't need to recommend it to you, for example, the initiators of the Norman Spring Revolution, their bounties are sky-high. ”

"What is the sky-high price?"

"Hehe, my dear guest, this is not the first time you have come to us for business, is it?"

"Well, I was introduced by someone else. ”

"Haha, no wonder I've never seen you, it's a newcomer, so it's better for you to spend a little money, let me give you a good introduction to our rules here. ”

The tavernkeeper stared at Bill with a smile, clasped his palms together and rubbed them together, revealing a small businessman's attitude of valuing profit over righteousness.

Bill had just reached into his purse when the old spring door of the tavern opened again, and a cold wind blew in from the dark alley, and the flames flickered in the kerosene lamp.

Squeak –

Everyone looked up at the door, and the wind blew wildly into the tavern, and the sound also interrupted Bill's movements, and the tavernkeeper was a little dissatisfied.

The boss just wanted to say something, but his big open mouth quietly closed, and even his expression immediately became serious, and he began to silently tidy up the bar.

Bill turned his head to see that there was a strange man standing in the wind, and the painting style was different from the others.

Strange first glanced at the tavern, and suddenly took off his hat and bowed to the people in the room, his voice was young, viscous and magnetic, and his demeanor was humble and polite, but it was difficult to understand.

"Good evening everyone, it's sunny tonight, it's perfect for basking in the sun, haha?"