Section 282 Addicts

(Some of this section can be said to be the personal experience of a friend of Lao Hei for a long time. He was killed by drugs. It was really miserable... Stay away from drugs and don't think about trying small pills, horses, powders, ice, etc., and don't believe what others say, "There are no addictions if you don't get addicted." Maybe everyone has different physical constitutions, and occasionally they are lucky to be addicted, but once they get infected, the whole family will be destroyed by you alone. Really, I have seen too much in this regard.)

He had been thinking about what Rand Walker had said to Klester, while he was struggling with the goal of his next move.

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There were a large number of secrets about "Claws" in his mind. It was through the analysis and sorting of this information that Lin Xiang keenly noticed the abnormality of the "Claws"'s length. Although he didn't know how confident he could be in this trip, the facts were just as he said to Land Walker - "completely out of intuition."

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When night fell, the owner of the tavern who had been staying behind the counter finally left his position and brought a plate of freshly baked wheat bread to Lin Xiang in person with a smile on his face.

People who can open bars in the wilderness usually have some means and forces that can be relied on. They have a very toxic vision and do not have enough benefits, and they will not express the kindness and gentleness hidden under the hypocritical appearance. Even when facing a wealthy rich man like Lin Xiang, the tavern owner only serves dinner attentively on the basis of buying a large amount of wine and paying a sufficient deposit for the guest room.

Because time and facts have made his cunning and suspicious mind finally confirm two crucial things.

First: These strangers who have never appeared in Denormanx, their wallets do look as generous as their appearance.

Second: They are very generous and generous enough. The guy who can take out thousands of skeleton dollars at one time is definitely not a poor man who looks glamorous on the surface, but is actually so stingy that he can't even let go of his inner ku.

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Despite this, Lin Xiang still paid the full amount of remuneration for this dinner that was only one-third of the actual amount. The new generation of humans had a more "simple" thinking than the old man. With enough strength, as long as you make them feel generous and generous, you can easily get the reward of kindness and friendship. Denormanx is not Yinyue City after all. Instead of causing unnecessary trouble because of frugality, it is better to be generous and use money to eliminate all potential dangers.

The dinner did not become tasteless because of the monotony of the dishes. When the two guards took out various canned foods produced at the 6571 base from the off-road carriage, and decorated the two tables with lunch meat, vegetarian assorted meat, braised beef, braised crispy chicken and other delicacies, the drunkards were shocked, greedy and jealous, and once again gathered over and stayed firmly on these strangers.

“Tonight, I will pay for everyone’s wine here———”

Lin Xiang didn't speak loudly, but the effect was no less than that of a nuclear bomb explosion. It was sensational, direct, and thorough... A few minutes later, as the owner of the tavern brought bottles of whiskey and rum to all the tables, the hostility and vigilance in the subconscious of the drinkers were completely eliminated. The eyes of Lin Xiang still had a trace of instinctive vigilance and fear, but added enough friendliness and gentleness.

Longteng is a newly emerging territory.

The criteria for gangs and mercenaries to judge things are largely just material and value. They are a mobile group without a fixed range of activities. A glass of wine can give them the concept of generosity. Next time they meet someone who also wears the black sè group dragon badge, they will naturally create a harmonious atmosphere. This kind of kindness effect will continue to expand with the people they interact with. In some ways, it is also a disguised butterfly effect.

......

The door of the tavern quietly cracked a crack. Most of the alcoholic drinkers who were anesthetized by alcohol did not notice this very slight change. Only a few seats approached the door and suddenly felt the cool breeze blew into the half-open door. Only then would subconsciously turn around, try to open the drunken eyes of the gorge, and distinguish a blurred figure who had just walked through the door from a hazy visual scene.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties and with the characteristics of European ethnic groups in the old era. He was not tall and looked about 1.6 meters tall. He was wearing a wrinkled gray-green uniform, which was very worn, with a large blackened oil stain on his face. The joints of his knees and elbows had been worn out with fist-sized holes. The sleeves on his left shoulder were half-collapsed, and the edges of the fabric were covered with falling threads. He was wearing only one open-mouthed leather shoes with gaps, and the other one was wrapped in a few rags.

Wrapped up. The small tui on the right, bound by a thick belt and rope, seemed to have been injured. The yellow rag covering the outermost layer was soaked in black and red liquid, and the yellow and green pus was still oozing out of the surface of the layered cloth strands. Every step, these dirty and disgusting liquids were squeezed out, and along the edge of the already dry-hardened, brittle cloth like a solid shell, slowly dripping to the ground, and were stepped on to make a wet, slightly bright red, and emitting strong and fishy footprints.

He was very thin, his cheeks were deeply trapped in the skull, and under his tight skin, there was no trace of muscle or fat. The left and right cheek bones were arched outward in an almost exaggerated shape, and the eye sockets were sinking between the brow arch and the bridge of the nose at least more than four centimeters. The dark eyes were covered with wrinkles, wrapped with spherical crystals that could still exert visual effects. There were only a few soft yellow hairs left on the bare head, which looked like a premature baby with congenital underdevelopment, and it looked like a dwarf with obvious physical defects.

No one paid attention to the thin man who had just walked into the tavern. All the drinkers sitting around the table were talking loudly about their respective topics of interest as if no one was away. The owner of the tavern who was wiping his goblet behind the counter also glanced at him from time to time with disgust.

The man bent over and hunched his back, searching every inch of the ground that his eyes could see. Occasionally, he would raise his head and quietly peek at the barbecue and wine placed on the table. Whenever his eyes were in contact with those delicious and delicious smells, his throat would always slide up and down unconsciously, and people nearby could clearly hear the "gurgling" sound of swallowing saliva.

"Who is this guy?"

Lin Xiang picked up a piece of bread from the dining plate, tore it into small pieces with his hands, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. At the same time, he turned his inquiring eyes to a bar girl opposite who was sticking to the guards.

"His name is Spwerken, oh, it seems to be Sven Wilgen...I can't remember the exact name very clearly, in short, it's the pronunciation similar to these two names. He moved to the town two years ago. At that time, he was very glorious and was a designated dealer specially set up in a large city in the north. At that time, he was very rich and often visited here. Later, it was said that he offended a deputy captain of the "Claws" field force. He was robbed of all the money by those people and injected it with a super-dose "Jet" for several weeks... Since then, he has been like this. When he is hungry, he looks for food everywhere. Occasionally, some people think he is really pitiful and give him one or two "Jet"... But this has no effect at all, and his drug addiction is getting bigger and bigger..."

The bar girl spoke very little, and she turned her head from time to time, and passed the broad and strong shoulders of the Longteng guard next to her, and secretly looked at the men wearing "devil's claws" uniforms and fierce-looking men on the table opposite. She was instinctively slapped in black eyebrow pencil and purple pearlescent eyebrow cream, and instinctively blew out fear and panic.

Lin Xiang silently looked at the thin man who was staggering and walking between the various wine tables. The cramped face, which was as thick as a skeleton, had no expression on his face. The buttons fell off, and the open clothes were two rows of neat ribs that were raised high from the surface of the skin, which was shockingly neat. The long-term malnutrition and nervous system atrophy made large muscles pressed into the bone cracks as if gravity was pressed hard between the bones, leaving behind a series of dark grooves. His half-open mouth was filled with disgusting saliva, but his dull eyes searched back and forth between the table and chairs. Occasionally, a bone that was gnawed by others and threw on the ground would immediately bend over and rush over, grabbing the bones tightly in his hands with his eyes, stuffing them into his mouth, and chewing them hard with his yellow teeth to make a crisp sound of "bounce and jump".

A mercenary wearing a black uniform of "devil's claws" grabbed the empty wine bottle on the table, stood up, untied his belt, took out his soft drooping genitals from the loose kuba, put the thick urethra into the bottle, contracted his muscles, and squeezed out a fishy yellow and smelly urine from his bladder, which quickly filled two-thirds of the space in the bottle... After all this, he put on the kuba with satisfaction, handed the heavy, warm bottle to the thin man with an evil smile on his face.

The bones were very dry, with a lot of sand on the surface, which was very laborious to chew. The broken bone pieces were stuck in the center of the throat, causing a violent cough. The thin man's yellow face immediately surged with an abnormal bright red. He didn't see what was in the bottle handed over by the mercenary, and he went straight to his mouth and turned the bottle mouth and poured it hard. This behavior of not knowing at all immediately caused a burst of laughter in the tavern. Several closest drinkers even laughed out loud. Standing next to the thin man, the mercenary who had just pulled up a ku-hair and was wearing a belt, was distorted and smug and crazy laughter.

"Stop looking, he's gone out of salvation----"

Rand Walker kept staring at Lin Xiang's eyes. When the cold and cruel eyes were released from deep in the black jade eyes, he gently tapped the table with his slender fingers in time and said seriously: "The drug dose he was taking was too large, and "Jet" destroyed the main conductive part of the central nervous system in his body. His brain has lost its most basic judgment of things, and he just eats under the driving force of physiological hunger. This situation may continue for half a year or more, but it will never be restored. I have admitted several similar addictive patients, none of which survived, especially in the last few weeks, the feeling that those patients gave me... It was simply a group of living zombies who had no independent thinking, slow movement, and could be/meat/body/collapse at any time———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Jet, it's a very scary thing."

Rand Walker took a sip of beer and felt the cool taste, and his tone of speaking was particularly heavy: "It can have a strong sting effect on the brain, forcing adrenaline secretion in a short period of time. But this process is produced at the cost of destroying human cell tissue. Almost all soldiers of the family carry a "Jet". At the most dangerous and death is about to come, they usually inject this terrible drug, so that they cannot feel the fear of death. There is no fault in doing so. But it is sold in large quantities among ordinary people... Fortunately, you are not the kind of fool who is short-sighted and only sees interests. Long Tengling refuses to accept this almost suicide drug... This is part of the reason why I am willing to stay in Yinyue City."

"...How long can he live?"

The chaos and noise around him seemed to have no effect on Lin Xiang. He looked at the thin man sitting on the ground holding a bottle of wine, and his voice was very soft.

"I have no idea----"

Rand Walker shook his head: "The effect of drug sting cannot be judged simply from the appearance. This requires a series of detailed data tests. You don't need to save him, nor can you save him. Humans use whether the brain maintains a state of mind as the boundary for survival or death. His cortical tissue has shrunk, and even if a new nerve conduction system is completely replaced, the survival period will not exceed five years."

"You don't understand what I mean..."

Lin Xiang withdrew his gaze from the man, his voice soft as a whispering demon: "I was just thinking, if the condensed high-purity "Jet" was injected into the parasite's body... would it still maintain the same effect?"

Land Walker shook, and with a "click", the can of beer held in his hand was pinched and deformed. The cracked metal sharp pieces cut the skin and muscles of his palms, and the cold wine body and blood flowed down his arms. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Lin Xiang sitting opposite him, asking in a trembling voice: "You, you, you, you are going to use it..."

"Just as a preparatory means. If I could, I wouldn't use this dirty and evil thing at all----"

A faint sadness flashed through Lin Xiang's eyes: "This kind of thing should not appear in the human world, it really shouldn't..."

Rand Walker's nervous mood was relieved, and his voice calmed down: "A person cannot change the world unless you have..."

"You're right———"

Lin Xiang interrupted his words with a cold expression. After a moment of silence, he lifted the hem of his clothes, pulled out the m500 pistol on his back, raised his hand to aim at the thin man sitting on the side floor holding a piss bottle, and said lightly: "But I can at least change the fate of a certain person and let him get rid of the insulted and dirty and sinful environment... You said that before entering the town right - Denormanx is indeed not worthy of liking."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger heavily.

The thunderous gunshot completely overwhelmed all the noise and noise in the bar. The thin man's head was blown open, and it exploded into a mass of red and white blood smog. The bursting bone pieces smashed the bottle of wine in his hand. The yellow urine splashed so that the several "devil's claws" mercenaries standing next to him were covered in bodies, emitting a strong smell of alcohol and odor.

The noisy crowd immediately calmed down. Everyone, including those drunken people who had been drunk and couldn't even speak clearly, felt a deep cold and trembling from the bottom of their hearts. Countless eyes stared at Lin Xiang who was sitting next to the wine table, and the gun in his hand that was astonishingly thick as it released a faint smoke and white mist.
Chapter completed!