"How to use this thing?" Graff was playing with a pistol that was found from the police corpse. He didn't really want to learn to use this weapon, but just wanted to find something to relieve his fear of killing people. He was afraid that he would kill people, and he was also afraid of himself.

Just the moment he took the life of the policeman, he felt a bloodthirsty excitement, like a nature that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly released. But after a brief excitement, he became a normal person, became worried and began to fear. People always had infinite power at the moment when they broke through the legal boundaries, because they no longer needed to be restricted by law, morality and society to directly become another person, and could let their personality go without any scruples.

But when they retreat from the boundaries, they will start to worry like Graff. The chains composed of law, society and morality firmly entangle the most complete personality and fit into the deepest part of people's souls, without seeing the light of day.

So he needs to find something to attract his attention instead of always considering the consequences of killing the police.

He asked this question very well, because the teenagers here are basically children from single-parent families - their fathers were forcibly recruited to the front line to be cannon fodder. It is precisely for this reason that they have a certain understanding of guns.

Graf just finished speaking, a child named Simorik took the pistol from Graf's hand and held it in his hand.

"First of all, you need to make sure you are using it, so there is a security at this position of the pistol." Simorik pointed to a small button on the front side of the handshake of the pistol, "Press it, then push this up... and you can shoot. But my personal suggestion is to find a place where no one is trying this, it's not small."

The pistols in this world still use Yaojing as kinetic energy. It seems that the whole world is rotating around Yaojing. Even some large war machines need Yaojing and "steam" as driving force. There is a closed filling chamber at the bottom of the handshake of the pistol. Before the heat energy of the Yaojing inside is completely consumed, the filled steam will push the filling entrance. Push the small push rod under the safety, and Yaojing will be pushed into the catalyst chamber and start to react.

When the trigger is pulled, the "bullet" as the projectile will be pushed out by huge pressure, resulting in casualties.

The bullet is a hollow metal cylinder with a diameter of only seven millimeters and a length of only one centimeter. The front section of the cylinder is cone-shaped. The range of this police pistol is only twenty meters and the firing rate per second is only two rounds.

There are also larger guns in the army, which can be used in dozens of ways. Some of them can be fired continuously, and it is said that the speed reaches a high speed of five shots per second. As for the one with the highest firing speed among continuous weapons, it may be the heavy weapons often equipped on the platform. That weapon has twelve barrels...

Graff soon learned how to operate this not-so-complicated small pistol. He fiddled with it for a while and the Wild Rose Bar appeared in front of him.

Compared to the long dark road before, it is obviously much more prosperous after entering the city center of Tynere. Almost the essence of the entire city is concentrated within these three or four blocks. The carriage bypassed the main entrance of the Wild Rose Bar and stopped in the alley behind the bar.

The staff who had been here had called Mr. Colt out immediately. When Mr. Colt saw Graf, he opened his hands and hugged the big man who was not very adaptable. When the two separated, he looked down and his clothes were a little dirty. Although he was slandering Graf in his heart, his face was full of happiness, "Great, I have to say that your things are great. I didn't expect that you would need to purchase so soon. So have I brought all my things?"

Graf took a few steps back, and he couldn't stand the hug of the guy who was actually wearing perfume on him, "Of course, where is the money?"

"Here!" Colt took out a check and handed it over. He had cash, but it was his own, and this check was Wood's. As the most widely circulated and most suitable medium in the world of capital, the check was almost integrated into every aspect of people's lives. The Imperial Central Bank has discovered a check book with a maximum limit of five yuan. As long as the number on the check does not exceed the limit of the check and has corresponding signatures and codes, it can be redeemed in full cash at the bank.

Graff couldn't tell the authenticity of the check, but he remembered what Dulin told him, and didn't have to worry about Colt not giving money unless he didn't want to see the sun the next day. This is not a boast. As a businessman involved in the gray business, who doesn't have a group of helpers who "maintain justice"? Since Colt dares to sell private wine, it means that he understands this truth. If he takes away something that does not belong to him, he must be prepared to give his hands that are cut off and stretched out.

After Graff put away the check, he continued to look at him, "And!"

"And?!" Colt was stunned for a moment, "I gave it to you just now!"

Graff looked at him with a strange expression. When he saw Colt, he had to see if there was something inappropriate on him. He acted very naturally, so naturally that Graff was thinking about it. But he really forgot and wanted to show it to himself.

"The balance of the previous batch of goods is almost sold, and the accounts that should be settled are also settled!" Graf reminded, which made Colt stunned.

He just wanted to help Wood get a hundred boxes of wine back in vain, and completely forgot that when he purchased the goods, he should check out the bill. Private wine is not a legal business, and has been hit and sanctioned by imperial laws and theocracy. Therefore, no private wine merchant would ask the buyer to deposit the money like a legitimate business. Each batch of goods must be settled immediately when sold out. This is the rule. I have never heard anyone say that they would carry out installments when they commit illegal things.

That's not a small amount of money, it's several thousand yuan!

Because it wasn't a small money, Graff's eyes became fierce unknowingly. Perhaps because he had just killed someone, his murderous intent was almost so strong that it overflowed from his body.

Colt was stunned for a moment and immediately laughed, "How could he forget it? I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously!" After he said that, he raised his hand and wanted to pat Graff's shoulder. This was his habit. He felt that patting someone's shoulder could prove that his status was higher than that of the other party, so he liked to pat people's shoulders. But at this moment, the raised hand could not be patted.

The light rays were like an invisible wall, erecting an absolute boundary between Colt and Graf.

Colt smiled dryly and waved his arm, "Wait for a while, I'll go and withdraw money now. I can't take so much money with me. Only by being sure you've arrived can I take it out."

This explanation also made sense. The fierce light in Graff's eyes gradually faded. Colt's pace was very fast, almost pushing open the door and rushing into the bar.

He walked quickly while cursing secretly.

Damn, dirty Guarte, he looked down at the two black marks on his clothes, and hated these people even more. When he returned to the office, opened the safe, took out the final payment, he piled them together with heartache. These little cuties who had to look at each day were leaving him. It was really sad. There were only five bills of one hundred yuan denominations out of the nearly 4,000 yuan denominations, and the others were five yuan and ten yuan denominations.

In a small city far away from the center of the empire, few people would use a 100-yuan coupon, so there were not many circulating items.

Back at the back door again, Colt decisively handed over all the money to Graff. Looking at Graff putting all his money into a small iron box, Colt felt unprecedented loss.

That's his money!

Curse you guys not to survive tonight!

After all the goods were sent into the bar warehouse, Graff left with the people and money. Colt, who had a smile on his face, was still waving his arms at the back door of the bar, as if he was reluctant to let go, but his lips were opening and closing slightly, and dirty words were spitting out silently from his mouth.

When he returned to the office, Wood actually appeared.

Things tonight are not a trivial matter, how could Wood not come to see them in person? He didn't show up in the office just now to avoid accidents if Graff was going to sit in the office, so the guy hid at the bar outside, drank a glass of wine, and warmed his body.

When Wood was about to say something, his eyes suddenly became particularly sharp. He walked to Colt a few steps, and Colt was so scared that he held his breath. He stretched out a finger, and pointed it on the two dark, sticky marks on Colt's clothes, and sniffed it. With his woodman Wood's title, of course he knew what this was, and his expression became a little solemn.
Chapter completed!