“Are we gonna make it.”

“Is this gonna hurt.”

“oh.we can try to sedate it.”

Dim bar.

Soothing music flows outside the box, and men and women, or men and women, sit in pairs, drinking wine and chatting about the latest events in the town.

Of course, there are also many drunken unconscious drunkards in the corner, and their front is full of empty wine bottles.

These people are basically small town residents, who have lost family members or loved ones in zombie incidents, and they are confused every day, and they use alcohol to drown their sorrows.

After all, as long as you lose consciousness, you will naturally have no troubles, and self-deception may be incompetent, but at least it is effective.

"Yale wasn't originally that kind of person."

In the box.

Alice shook her glass aimlessly, and her eyes turned to the singing singer outside.

This man sings a breakup love song.

It's not a good time, but it's just as sad.

She was disappointed by her family's poor attitude and behavior towards Kerry.

Hours earlier, Kerry had woken up Yale and had followed Alice out of Villa Calles.

Sensing that Alice was in a bad mood, Kerry offered to go to the bar.

After all, a good way to relax is to go out and have a good time, whether it's drinking or traveling, it's actually a way to force yourself to forget about your worries by bringing yourself into an unfamiliar environment.

"Who knows." Kerry wiped his mouth with wine.

The more he thinks about it now, the more annoyed he becomes, he was almost killed by Yale?

I can't help but admire those guys who have the strength but are willing to be sons-in-law and are humiliated, and finally pretend to be pigs and eat tigers and slap everyone in the face.

Not all people of strength can endure humiliation.

It's like four kinds of people in the world.

Powerful, bad-tempered.

Strength and good temper.

No strength, good temper.

No strength, bad temper.

Kerry felt that he was a kind of person with strength and a barely good temper.

But being good-tempered doesn't mean that others want your life, and you are full of compassion and willing to give your life.

If it weren't for the fear that Alice would find out, for example, there was a conflict in the morning, and Yale died in the villa in the afternoon.

Otherwise, Kerry plans to send a Ghost Ninja to bring warmth to Yale tonight.

14 Ghost Ninjas, and equipped with the Ghost Knife with an armor-piercing effect, it is really not possible for the Ghost Ninja to bring the sheep charm over and extract Yale's soul, and the rest of the Ghost Shadow Mill can also grind the corpse of the lost soul.

After all, the blood clan is just difficult to kill, not unkillable.

Just when the two people in the box were thinking about their own thoughts.

"Wuhu!"

Kerry's thoughts were interrupted by a cheer from the wine room outside, and he glanced at Alice, the woman with her chin in her right hand and the other hand casually shaking the red wine in the glass, not tasting it at all.

"Whoa."

The sound of chairs being pulled apart echoed through the bar.

The guys seemed to see something interesting and swarmed around the bar entrance.

"What happened?" Kerry poked his head out and grabbed a spirited guy who was holding a bottle and blowing about alcohol.

Alcohol squirted from his mouth and nose and spilled onto his black jacket.

The man was already drunk and delirious, so Kerry prepared to let him go.

After all, this is an eagle-chan spirit guy with smoky makeup, a hellish pentagram tattooed on his neck, and a ring on his nose, not only his nose, mouth, but even the top of his tongue.

Of course, most of the families have money, so they can afford to support them, but if they don't have the money, society will give them some profession in two years, and they will become robbers or thieves and liars.

It's easy to distinguish between Eagle Sauce Spirit guys.

Most of the spirit guys on Eagle Sauce's side are wearing black jackets, and their exposed skin is painted with all kinds of strange tattoos.

Or unclear characters, such as "sinful karma", "killing", "damned" and the like.

Compared with the group of beanie shoes in his hometown, the way for the spiritual guys here to express their personality is to smoke and LJ, as well as drag racing tattoos.

In addition to waving their hands, they shouted microphone, to be honest, everyone who knew the situation felt that they were simply low.

"Hiccup." The spirit guy burped, and the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of cigarettes made Kerry feel sick to his stomach for a while, and quickly let go of the guy.

This man actually brought biological weapons himself!

"I'm going to see what's going on." Kerry let know, picked up the gun on the table and walked towards the door of the bar.

Whether male or female, the state of drunkenness is about the same, either drunk as mud, or feeling that they can fight five and have high morale.

So if you drink too much, you will make trouble.

And in bars that sell alcohol, there are not a few cases where they drink too much and just glance at each other in the crowd and get into a fight.

In layman's terms, one drunk person glances at another drunk person.

Then the other party felt offended and asked with his eyes: "What are you looking at?" ”

And then there was no then.

So Kerry suspects that there was a brawl in front of the bar.

As a small-town police detective, with the people's tax money, Kerry felt that he should go and see it, no matter what it was reasonable or not.

Pushing away the crowd, Kerry shouted, "I'm a cop, get out of the way." While forcefully separating the crowd, hoping to prevent someone from fighting and killing each other.

After all, this is Eagle Sauce, a paradise of freedom, and beating people to death is commonplace.

Moreover, in a mixed environment such as a bar, a one-sided brawl is likely to turn into a group fight, where a drunk person is confused, and under the influence of alcohol, he sees who fights whom, and finally turns into a big scuffle.

Tearing away the last person in front of him with one hand, Kerry saw the situation at the door.

Two guys wearing black sunglasses and looking cool in black suits stood coldly in place, even with black gloves on their hands.

They looked like they wanted to get into the bar, but three spirit guys in black jackets stood in their way, and behind them was a bunch of shouting spirit girls who were proud of being sung many times and thought they were cool.

Kerry didn't waste his eyes on the garbage, his gaze locked on the exposed necks of the two men in black.

Miserable white is not like words.

Also, these people's chests don't rise or fall, they don't breathe.

"Bloodline." It only took three seconds for Kerry to guess the identities of the two men.

Glancing at the spiritual guy who was screaming and jumping in front of him, Kerry couldn't help but sigh, he really wanted to ask these people: Are you usually so brave?

It's like dancing in front of a rat who is accustomed to eating and drinking openly in the city meets a cat that eats rats in the country.

It's a lantern in the toilet.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" The spiritual young man with a big gold chain around his neck shook his head, and he didn't know if he had drunk too much or knocked too much.