Chapter 93： Liquor

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"Boom, boom..." The army boots stepped on the old wooden floor, and there was a muffled sound.

Aros came from the door, his steps were neat and regular, no more, no less, every step was one foot, as if he had been accurately calculated.

The sound of low footsteps resounded throughout the front hall, but it was strange that the whole scene seemed to be quieter and quieter. The sound of cold air surging, the sound of flying ashes, and even the sound of each other could be heard clearly. A person's heartbeat.

"Puff, puff..."

The old waiter narrowed his eyes when his eyes fell on Aros's face under the dim light, and his turbid eyes were like the arrogant and scorching golden sun after rain and clouds, bursting into a cloud of spirits.

As for the brawny guys next to him, Erlang's legs have been put down, and some people's hands are stretched out to the back. The invisible murderous intent is like a low thundercloud on a rainy day, billowing like waves, with a suffocating smell.

Aros seemed ignorant, walked to the front of the bar, and placed Tang Fang on the sofa not far from his right. He turned around and sat down beside Howson. He glanced at the wine rack casually: "Whiskey, add ice."

After a long time, the waiter slowly straightened up his somewhat squat body, grabbed a small square glass from under the bar, added ice cubes, poured half a glass of whiskey, and pushed it together with the glass of tequila. In front of the two: "16MYD."

I don’t know when, Aros has a cigarette on his mouth. He lifted his head slightly, spouting a thick smoke in the dim light, and then peeped his hand down. When he came out, his palm Something more.

"Boom..." A deep voice sounded, and the vibration brought up the liquor in the glass, and rippled waves.

The face of the old waiter changed instantly. It was a gun, a Paladin M5 large-caliber pistol.

Separate heat sink, aiming auxiliary unit, perfect rifling, advanced cushioning module, this type of pistol can adapt to various harsh combat environments, with high accuracy, long range, powerful firepower, and moderate weight. There are no strict requirements related to physical fitness such as wrist strength and endurance. It is a very popular firearm, mostly for officials, wealthy people, and imperial officers.

If it is sold on the black market, it is enough to sell for a huge price of 20,000 MYD.

Aros' behavior surprised him, and he instinctively pushed his slightly forward body back.

The waist of a short-haired man on the right is like a bowstring that is tightened and quickly loosened. He stands up from the seat, stepping forward with his left foot, and his right arm spit out like a snake, bypassing Aros’ body and directly facing Grab it with the Paladin M5 pistol on the bar.

"My friend, he belongs to me." At the same time as the voice came, the man felt his wrist numb, his extended right arm was already firmly held by the other party, and then his chin felt cold, and he was lifted up with force.

The source of the strength is a gun, another Paladin M5, the black hole's muzzle is tightly pressed against his chin, as long as the opponent pulls the trigger, the .50 caliber bullet will go from the bottom up and burst his head. .

This sudden scene seemed to be a fuse to detonate explosives. The three people on the other side stood up all at once, their feet were wrong, and they wanted to step forward to help.

"Huh." Hausen snorted next to him. He hooked up a bar stool with his left foot and kicked it back. With a "slap", he slammed into the front one's leg and tripped it to the ground.

At the same time, his right hand picked up the Paladin M5, which Aros was laying across the bar, with his right hand, and with his back, he lifted the bar chair under his buttocks back and hit the toe of a scarred man running from the door. At the same time, as soon as he raised his arm, the muzzle was directly on the forehead of the old waiter who had touched the bar under the bar.

"Just be honest if you don't want to die, the uncle just wants An Ansheng to have a glass of wine."

The old guy tightened his body, slowly withdrew his hands from under the bar, and raised them to the top of his head.

At the same time, after hearing a loud "crack" noise, the men on the periphery of the battle group had a few more guns in their hands, and they aimed at Aros and Howson.

"Relax, relax." The old adapted eyes rolled up, his gaze fell on Hausen's ruffled military uniform: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Old guy, are you deaf? I just want to drink a glass of wine." Faced with this situation, Howson didn't change his face. While speaking, he picked up the small round cup with his left hand, raised his head, and held the potent cup. Tequila poured into the mouth.

"Goo..." With a squirming of his throat, the strong and spicy liquor flowed down, setting off a blazing storm in his stomach.

"Huh..." Howen let out a sigh of relief, as if pouring cold water from the top of his head in a hot summer day.

There was a touch of surprise on the face of the old waiter, and he asked suspiciously: "Outsiders, since you only want to ask for a drink, why do you draw a gun?"

Howson shook the handle of the Paladin M5's gun in his hand: "You mean this?" Turning his head and sweeping Aros's old face that had never changed from beginning to end, he grinned: "I guess, he wants to use this thing for your alcohol. ."

"For wine? Use this thing?" The old waiter was dumbfounded This thing can be exchanged for thousands of MYD in minutes on the black market, and the two of them actually used it to pay for it. Can you take the wrong medicine for a mere ten dollars?

"Old John, don't be fooled by what they said. These two guys are dressed in military uniforms, and they look like military members." The short-haired man who was restrained by Aros said, panting.

These remarks are like a catalyst in a chemical reaction, and the situation that has finally been eased up in time will cause waves again. The guys holding all kinds of guns suddenly became nervous. The guns in their hands were aimed at the two of them, and some of them were aimed at Tang Fang on the sofa.

"Huh." Aros' face changed, and he unknowingly pushed the gun in his hand up again, and his index finger was already on the trigger.

The old and hard-working retired veteran was irritated, and when he was about to do something that these guys regretted, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadow in the side corner: "Put down your guns, I believe them."

It can be seen that the talking guy should be the leader of this group. The people holding guns around looked at each other for a moment, slowly lowering the gun body, not to the back shoulder.

"Two, we have put away our weapons, and please don't embarrass them both." A man appeared along with the voice.

In terms of appearance, he is not very old, about 40 years old. His black and white hair, bright eyes, and a white T-shirt with a combat vest, look from a distance, giving people a particularly shrewd and capable feeling.

Aros squinted across his surroundings. After confirming that the crisis was resolved, he slowly withdrew his right hand and inserted the gun into his belt. When Hausen saw it next to him, he also slowly retracted the Paladin M5.