The eaves are edged with drooping icicles, and heavy snow covers the cold streets.

Except for two sanitation workers, one old and one young, the only thing that made a sound on the whole street was the howling cold wind.

The forbidden area of the Black Iron City is naturally warm as spring, and it should be said that there is another place where the temperature will not be worse than spring.

The hormones in the muscles, the smell of spirits, are all in this group of people to vent the stress of these days.

The Seventh Block Bar, formerly known as the most famous Hunter's Tavern, has been open for less than seven days, but it has conquered the hearts of Blackiron mercenaries with its unique snow spirits.

At the wine table, a muscular and prohibitive man tore open his thin jacket and showed off his scars to the shy little bartender.

Scantily clad street women roam dark corners, looking for new faces with hormonal explosions, and gamblers squander the fruits of their labor...

The space here is huge, and the people are even more mixed, just an enlarged hunter's tavern.

The only difference is that the law and order here is surprisingly good, and no force dares to collect protection money here, at least after the first day of bloodshed, it has become like this.

The things that are enjoyed have always been the existence of huge profits.

The appearance of the bar in the seventh block undoubtedly made the surrounding peers feel a sense of crisis, with a unique caramel flavor in the fragrance, and the liquid that warms up the body but is not strong after entering the throat, it has been warmly welcomed, and even those dignitaries and nobles in the Black Iron City will let their subordinates buy some and taste it.

Without effective legal protection, there are all kinds of methods among businessmen, and it is the norm to send local ruffians to make trouble, and poisoning, planting, and arson abound.

However, the person who shot it obviously underestimated the strength of the tavern owner's big smoking gun, and before he changed his career to become a boss, the big smoking gun changed from a military ruffian to a small-town dictator, and then to a bandit, nothing in the world has ever been seen, and what means have not been played.

The combination of force and money, after leaving dozens of heads, no one dared to move, and then there were rumors in the market that the bar had a close connection with a certain member of the Black Iron City Council, and some people said that this was the military's stronghold here, and those businessmen who wanted to gamble on it all dispelled the idea.

The parliament is terrible, but now the entire lower class of people knows the news, the military is not an incompetent existence, on the contrary, Black Iron City is crumbling under the fangs of the military, the bar and the military are connected, who dares to make a move?

The bar was renovated with an entire building, not just a few light bulbs, and an entire floor on the top floor was filled with hormonal rooms.

Qi Lun walked into the bar as usual, wearing a blue down jacket and a gray fur hat, and glanced at the big smoking gun chatting with the drinkers, and sat casually at the front door of the bar.

The boss was obviously easy to get along with the mercenaries, and the drinkers happily hooked up with him, and the big smoking gun was a familiar presence to the entire mercenary world.

If this is the case, of course, it is not enough to be respected by them, as long as there is valuable news from the drinker, he will waive the drinker for one night, of course, the cannon fee comes with him.

“.... Know what I saw in Xijing? It turned out to be a queen fly corpse! It's still his second form, I just want to go around the bank and see if there are any ammunition boxes left..."

"Tiger, you have it, the queen's fly corpse only comes out when the temperature is high, and now the snow is so big, you can't see many zombies on the street, let alone that kind of ghost, don't talk nonsense!"

A man in his thirties had a heap of laughter on his face, spit out a puff of cigarette and took a sip of wine, and a scar on the side of his cheek extended to the back of his head, making his smile even more permeating.

"The hounds say so, you must be bragging about the tiger!"

"That's right, the scar on the hound's face was left by that! Queen's Fly Corps! That woman was also unlucky, and there was a secondary mutation after death. ”

Qi Lun's understanding of the lower levels is obviously higher than that of his father and younger brother, as well as those parliamentarians, who are all high and never pay attention to the power of the people.

The young man sitting on the edge of the bar, obviously not much strong force, should belong to the brain domain of the class of abilities, and the thirties in the prime of life, is a very role, it is said that he used to be the captain of the SPC brigade of the Xijing garrison area, and after being recruited, he made a mistake at the border, and after escaping, he hid in Black Iron City and became the head of the mercenaries.

However, it was obvious that Qi Lun was not optimistic about his team, because there were almost only two or three third-order combat powers, and most of the others were just cannon fodder. In the document that Chen Guang gave him, at least one hundred-person group with strength above the third order was needed.

It's hard to do, especially in an environment where everyone is eager to try drugs against the military.

Diplomatic advisers!

Qi Lun and the Smoking Gun glanced at each other, and then kept looking at the door with their eyes, waiting for the door to change.

The welded door, which weighed more than a hundred pounds, was pushed open, and a few snowflakes were swept in by the cold wind.

A few mercenaries sitting at the door shrank their necks, slapped the table and turned their heads to scold, but after seeing the faces of the people who came, they immediately strangled the swear words in their throats and hid in the corner like a quail.

With his hair up to his shoulders, he wore a white shirt and a neat tie in a coffee-colored trench coat, and a pair of leather shoes that were jet black and bright, like a business elite who had just gotten off work. After entering the bar, he glanced at it, walked to Qi Lun's side by himself, and asked for a cup of two pots to drink in one gulp.

"Young Master Qi, if you don't send your migrant workers, what are you doing in this kind of civilian bar?"

Xie Difeng, who originally operated a fish pond, lived an extremely nourishing life in the ghost market in Xijing, but is now the head of the Kunpeng mercenary group. He looked very thin, but the mercenaries of the entire Black Iron City knew that he was terrible, and there were more than thirty third-order powerhouses under him, close to one hundred and fifty low-level warriors.

Elite Regiment.

"Big young master? Why didn't I feel that I was so privileged, by the way, I heard that you went to Hangu Pass? What do you think? Qi Lun asked casually in a tone like an old friend.

"Losing money,... The military is a little stronger than I thought, any infantryman can smash it with a small car, not to mention their new rifles, 'rippers'.... The range is almost twice as long as ours, and it is a bit whimsical to want to grab the immunization potion. ”

After another sip of Erguotou, Xie Difeng pulled his tie rather depressedly.

"Didn't grab it?"

"It seems that the immunity pill is real, when we bypass the Xijing Expressway, our people are almost about to collapse against the dense zombies, those big-headed soldiers are not afraid at all, if it weren't for the collision of my modified car regardless of the cost, I wouldn't be able to drink the second pot head at all."

"Hahahaha... Don't worry, you kid, I'll help you take care of your wife when you die. He smiled and handed over a cigarette, then took out a ZP for him and lit it.

Taking a puff of cigarette, Xie Difeng said with a sad face: "I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you, let's say, what kind of job is there for me?" ”

"Don't want a million hedrons?" Qi Lun laughed.

"It's enough to be stupid once, my intuition tells me that this world is still the world of the military, and if you want to grab the immune drug, you can't fill it with any number of lives." One million turned into a bright light in Xie Difeng's eyes, and was immediately covered by a heavy worry.

He is what Qi Lun said, a clear-headed smart man.

"Don't say that you don't help as a friend, you have a business, and you don't have to worry about credibility."

"At what price?" Xie Difeng picked up his wine glass and asked casually.

"Second-order spars, ten thousand, third-order spars, three thousand five hundred."

"Poof!!!

Xie Difeng wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and stared at Qi Lun incredulously: "Where did you get so many spars?" Don't bluff me! ”

"I'm not kidding." Qi Lun has a cunning eye.

"What for?"

"Ever heard of the Inhuman tribes in the south?"

"I heard a little, it is said that Guangyuan City in the south was attacked by them, and its strength is terrifying."