Chapter 206: Killing in vain

These people are very tough. They seem to be afraid of the cold. They are only wearing thin sweatshirts and sleeveless short jackets. There are obvious scars on the skin exposed outside. They seem to deliberately reveal their developed muscles in this way, and even shaking like showing off. The weapons in their hands include refurbished automatic rifles and homemade gunpowder guns. Although the styles are not uniform, the clothes on their bodies are also quite worn. Overall, they are dressed in dresses that are no different from those of vagrant beggars, but it can be seen that these guys are very cruel and seem to emit a odor of bleeding at any time.

To put it bluntly, it means that everyone has killed anyone.

The man in the lead was probably over forty years old, and his size was so huge that he could fit into a thin young man. The flesh on his face and his messy beard outlined a hideous face that could not be concealed. He had a gloomy face, and he turned back and forth on every guest in the tavern with a greedy and vigilant gaze, observing Lin Xiang and all his commandos under him for a long time. After several minutes, he slowly put away the arrogance and disdain in his eyes, raised his thick arms and waved it back, and took his people to a table near the window in the corner, and sat down.

People in the wild have simple and effective ways to understand strength. In addition to the unique supernatural aura of evolution, they generally compare the strength and weakness of the target's clothing and weapons they hold. Beautiful clothes without patches, guns with special metal texture, and the heavy vehicles parked in the yard outside with strange appearance, heavy armor and amazingly powerful large-caliber machine guns are enough to allow the man to judge the huge difference in strength between himself and Lin Xiang and others in a short time.

This should be a group of bandits wandering in the wilderness. They will rob all the targets worth plundering, and occasionally join a certain mercenary group to make a vote. Due to their own strength limitations, most of them choose to start with single people or relatively wealthy small villages and towns, and even double as slave traders. These people are not strong, and even the man in the lead only has the ability equivalent to the first-level primary evolution.

His eyes were still spinning back and forth on the surface of Lin Xiang and others' smooth combat suits, and his focus was intentionally or unintentionally gathering on the brand new assault rifles that were leaning against the wine table and reaching out to reach.

Not only him, but all the bandits sitting around him were staring at Lin Xiang and his team members. They were silently evaluating the value of the equipment on each other. Just a rough estimate made their eyes turn blood red, and even ejected flames of intertwining greed and fanaticism.

The knife is very blunt, and the grooves on the inclined surface have been worn out so that only a shallow mark left. Lin Xiang struggled to cut off a piece of beef on the plate and put it into his mouth with a fork to chew it hard. Eating in such a place naturally has no taste or deliciousness, and at best it can replenish the necessary consumption of the body.

No one knows where the destination is in the east. It is better to save money on the supply and food with money and a small amount of bullets than to consume all the food reserves in a short time.

Lin Xiang could clearly feel the hostility of the bandits, and he did not express any expression. Although the strong can kill people at will, they will also cause some unnecessary trouble. As long as the other party does not provoke him, everyone can be at peace.

The bandits obviously knew this very well.

Although they were jealous of Lin Xiang and others' equipment, they were not as obsessed with the loss of their most basic rationality and still sat in their seats honestly. The fat and burly boss lady also delivered wine at the right time... Soon, the uneasy atmosphere in the bar was swept away, and the only sound of drinking and chewing in people's ears was the sound of drinking and chewing.

A man wearing a short coat of coarse cloth and a fierce face sat at the table, poured a glass of strong wine, and yelled loudly while wiping his mouth: "Mom, it's boring to drink like this. Boss - come and have a barbecue-"

The proprietress twisted her amazingly sized fat ass and shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Sorry, there is not much inventory in the store. The last bit of double-headed beef has been sold out. You are late."

"Don't you fucking fart-"

The man jumped up suddenly, and the thick blue veins on his neck kept pounding. He stared at the boss lady who was half a head higher than his head like a wolf. He pulled out a dagger half a foot long from his waist, with a sharp saw blade, and inserted it hard into the table with a "swoosh" and said viciously: "Get me a plate of barbecue right away-"

“The meat is on that table.”

The boss's wife stood tall without any concession, pointed to the wine table where Lin Xiang and others were sitting next to her, and glanced at the man with contempt: "If you have the ability, go and do it yourself. My store only sells roast potatoes now."

"You fat bitch--"

The man felt insulted. He roared and pulled out the dagger inserted on the table, and was about to pierce the two rough and fat balls of fat on the boss's breast with his waving arms. But suddenly he saw the woman standing opposite him, who was stronger than a cow, suddenly took out a large nine-mm pistol from under the oily apron and pointed at his head.

"If you don't want to eat, get out, don't be in my store--"

The fierce proprietress approached the man's nose with the gun, and the roaring saliva even splashed on the surface of his skin, which was very smelly and fishy, ​​but the man did not dare to reach out to wipe it, for fear of causing the other party to misunderstand and pull the trigger. He could only stare at the opposite side with his eyes wide open, and the knife in his hand was slightly trembling.

"Mo, Monica, don't, don't do this...he, he is a guest." The fear-faced boss walked over from behind the wine cabinet with a trembling look, and gently pulled his wife's skirt in fear.

"roll--"

The boss lady turned around furiously and roared at the pitiful face of her man: "Get useless things back to your own seat, otherwise I will squeeze you tonight into a human being--"

The boss ran away with his head in his arms.

The gun in the boss's hand was closer to the man's forehead.

"Enough-"

The bandit leader who had been watching coldly finally began to speak: "Carson, put down the knife in your hand-"

"But boss, this woman is really..." the man shouted unwillingly.

"I'll let you sit down-"

The bandit leader clenched his fists and roared the wine table: "I don't even listen to my words. Do you want to rebel?"

The man's face immediately turned blue and white, and every scar on his face and neck was oozing with a faint light of blood. He slowly let go of his hand holding the knife, and the serrated blade fell on the table with a "clang".

To be honest, the bar owner is indeed a tough character who dares to take ruthlessness. If the dispute continues, this furious woman will definitely kill her subordinates with one shot. The bandit leader does not doubt this. Of course, he will not be afraid of a woman because of this. The Tylen Town Tavern is the only supply point in the nearby area that can provide food and accommodation. Everyone is acquaintance. For a little dispute, it is not cost-effective to have unpredictable dangers in the future.

Besides, the boss’s wife is not wrong - it’s winter now, and there is indeed not much meat food that can be obtained in the wilderness.

However, my subordinates also have some reason - they are really uncomfortable after being tired all day and drinking without meat.

Thinking of this, the bandit leader couldn't help but frown with a headache. While touching the thick and hard beard on his cheeks, he gestured to the side and said, "Gaston, Carson, go, carry the goods in. Get some fresh meat and reward everyone."

As soon as he said that, all the bandits sitting around the wine table raised their heads, and their confusion, their eyes of confusion were betting on the leader.

"...Boss, are you saying true?" the man named Carson asked quite surprised.

The bandit leader nodded: "Go! Move quickly, everyone is hungry."

Lin Xiang took out the kettle from his backpack at his feet, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it slowly.

He kept watching the small conflict in the bar. He just looked at it and didn't want to intervene at all.

This is not Yinyue City, so it is impossible for him to take care of everything to the end.

It’s not that he has become increasingly cold and even inhumane, but that riot that almost destroyed the entire city made him realize that the wasteland world has its own special survival rules, and it is impossible for every rescued person to be grateful to you, and they will not act according to your arrangements and expectations. They will only covet or even be jealous of the wealth and status you have. If you can’t get it, you would rather destroy everything with violence.

People are all greedy.

No matter the glorious old era of civilization or desolate wasteland, there is no difference.

Almost ten minutes later, two bandits walked in with a wooden cage more than half a person tall.

The space in the cage was very narrow, with crisscrossing wooden bars tied with inward-standing spikes. A boy about ten years old stood naked in the center of the wooden cage. The narrow space forced him to stand together with his feet and hunch his body, and his hands tightly grasped the two barely smooth wooden railings. His body movements were a little more intense, and his skin would immediately hit the sharp spikes, and shocking blood holes were pierced on the surface of his body.

The boy was covered in scars, his blood-covered eyes stared fiercely at everyone he touched. His hair was messy and silted by dirty mud and dirty, and his skeleton was tall and his muscles were very strong. If it weren't for the slightly childish face, just judging from behind, he would be a strong adult.

The expression on Lin Xiang's face suddenly became cold. If he contacted him before, he could have guessed what these bandits wanted to do.

The hand subconsciously placed it on the m500 gun handle at the waist and slowly clenched it.

Although he has decided not to interfere with things that have nothing to do with him, Lin Xiang also has a bottom line that he must be careful about.

Although they are bandits who do evil, the objects they eat are just mutant races that have become beastly. According to the old era, this kind of thing may be somewhat unacceptable psychologically. However, according to the law of survival in the wasteland world, it is normal.

Barry took the dagger from Carson's hand, smiled wildly and stretched his left hand into the small opening on the side of the wooden cage. There was a pre-left position where he could forcefully pinch the back of the prisoner in the cage when the other party could not turn around and resist, and then open the door of the cage from the front, and calmly cut off the prey's throat with one knife.

Lin Xiang put a piece of cold potato into his mouth and chewed it slowly. While paying attention to the development of the situation, he also turned his gaze back to his face sitting around the table.

Suddenly, he unexpectedly discovered that a rare hideous look appeared on the new recruit Molly, who was sitting in the right direction of his slant, had a face that had been silent and cold since his departure.

"molly, sit down—"

The graceful female figure and the warning in Lin Xiang's mouth burst out at the same time. Without time to stop it, Molly had already picked up the AK 100 assault rifle placed at her feet as fast as possible, aimed the muzzle at Bari, who was standing next to the wooden cage, and pulled the trigger heavily.

"Da da da da da da--"

Barry relaxed his left hand and his right hand instinctively covered his abdomen hit by the bullet. He looked at Molly, who was standing opposite him in disbelief, and his body fell to the ground. A "hoho" sound was made in his throat, but he couldn't say it. He curled up in pain and kept twitching, and a stream of bright red blood flowed down the corners of his half-open lips.

Molly's expression did not change at all. Her lips were pursed, and she could even hear the clear and harsh sound of teeth rubbing. Her chest, which was tightly tightly tied by the thin fabric of the combat suit, also rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing.

"Hand--"

Lin Xiang sighed in his heart, pulled out m500 at an extremely rapid speed, aiming at the bandits who had not yet fully recovered their senses, and slammed them repeatedly. Behind him, the soldiers who reacted quickly occupied the favorable terrain in the room and shot at the other bandits sitting next to the wine table.

The result of the chaos was no suspense. Although both sides of the war were in a hurry, the bandits had no chance to fight back in the face of powerful firepower and evolutionary abilities that were far beyond ordinary people.

The bandit leader was blown away from his elbow with his left hand. He tilted his body and leaned against the wall, holding a vague and slippery intestine in his right hand, tremblingly stuffed it into the terrible wound of more than ten centimeters in length... After doing all this, he raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Lin Xiang standing in front of him with grief and anger: "We, there is no festival between us. Why... why do you do this?"
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