Chapter 593 The fierce black desert

Feeling that the hand behind him was gradually approaching him, Zhang Yu's reaction was very fast.

Zhang Yu turned around quickly and turned around and touched the pistol behind his waist with his right hand.

After Zhang Yu completed the turn, Zhang Yu had already taken the pistol in his right hand and pointed it at the person behind him.

Behind Zhang Yu, there was a young man with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and tattoos exposed.

At this moment, the young man was standing there with a pistol in his head, not daring to move around. His hand was hanging in the air and he was about to touch Zhang Yu's box.

This is a thief. He thought Zhang Yu's box contained good things.

When Zhang Yu was confronting the strong man and his group, the young man sneaked behind Zhang Yu and wanted to steal Zhang Yu's box.

However, his little moves could not be hidden from Zhang Yu in the end.

Looking at the young man standing in front of him, Zhang Yu didn't know what to say.

Are you crazy?

Haven't you seen me scare those people with a gun before?

Why dare you come up and steal my stuff?

Just forget it if you steal something, I can understand it.

But what do you think?

I hold the box in my hand, you still dare to put your target on the box?

You are no longer called stealing, it is called Ming robbery.

"Sir, don't shoot. Please."

The young man who was pushed by Zhang Yu with a gun begged Zhang Yu and told him not to shoot.

The young man is not very old, just as old as Zhang Yu.

Maybe it was done for life.

"Get out!"

Zhang Yu knew in his heart that in the black desert, he must not be kind.

A kind person cannot survive in the black desert.

There is only so much Zhang Yu can do.

I will let you go today, and if you are dead or alive, I will not be able to control you anymore.

"Thank you, sir."

Seeing the muzzle that was pressing his head down, the young man thanked him repeatedly and hurriedly fled in front of Zhang Yu.

Just as Zhang Yu put away his gun and was about to leave, suddenly a gunshot came from behind Zhang Yu.

"Bang!"

It's the sound of a hunting rifle!

Hearing the gunshots, Zhang Yu subconsciously pulled out his pistol and looked back.

The young man Zhang Yu let go just now has fallen to the ground, blood flowing.

His body was shot with a hunting rifle and he died on the spot.

On the other side, a red-haired young man holding a hunting rifle shouted excitedly and ran to the dead young man.

It seems that he should be a young man.

Or rather, he should be the boss of the dead young man.

If the dead young man could get Zhang Yu's box, he would have lived for a while longer.

But if he can't get the box, there will be only one result waiting for him, death.

"Bastard! Who made you shoot randomly! Blood splattered into my stall!"

Before Zhang Yu could say anything, the middle-aged man who opened a drinking water stall on the other side cursed at the red-haired man.

After cursing, the middle-aged man who set up a stall made an action that stunned Zhang Yu.

I saw a middle-aged man taking out a handful of ak47 from his stall and sweeping at the running red-haired young man.

"Da da da da da da!"

7. The 62mm bullet is not a joke.

While running, the red-haired young man was hit by the 7.62 bullet fired from ak47 and fell to the ground weakly.

After killing the red-haired young man, the middle-aged man who set up a stall spat at the body of the red-haired young man, put away the gun and continued to read his magazine.

No, are you so tough?

Is the dead a common thing that happens to you here?

Since the red-haired young man had been killed, Zhang Yu put away his pistol and wiped the sweat from his head.

It's ridiculously hot here!

It wasn't that hot when I was on the boat just now.

Why did I feel at least triple the heat when I got off the boat and stood on the dock?

Is it so outrageous?

"Get me a bottle of ice coke!"

When he walked to the middle-aged man's stall, Zhang Yu put a five-dollar bill on the stall and said to the middle-aged man.

“There’s not enough money!”

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, the middle-aged man's eyes were removed from the magazine.

When he saw the five dollars from his stall, he immediately turned his attention to the magazine and whispered to Zhang Yu.

Damn, can’t you buy a bottle of Coke for five dollars?

Is the price so high?

"How much?"

Zhang Yu put away the five-dollar bill and asked the middle-aged man the price of Coke.

"Fifty."

The middle-aged boss said a price that almost made Zhang Yu snort.

Damn it!

A bottle of Coke in China can be sold for up to eight yuan, and the maximum is only more than ten yuan.

You're here, I'll sell a bottle of Coke for fifty dollars?

how?

Is your happy and fat man different from other people's?

“This is an outrageous price!”

After Zhang Yu whispered and put a fifty note in front of the middle-aged man.

Seeing Zhang Yu put down the banknotes, the middle-aged man stood up and took out a bottle of Coke from the cabinet and put it in front of Zhang Yu.

"No, what I want is ice cola. What the hell is it that you give me a bottle of heated cola?"

The cola given to Zhang Yu by a middle-aged man was a bottle of ordinary cola.

In other words, this bottle of Coke has become a bottle of heated Coke under the scorching sun.

"No ice, just drink it like this."

Zhang Yuke was a little unhappy when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

If you take my fifty dollars, you should serve me well.

Look at your attitude now, does it mean that customers are the first?

No.

Why do you always feel something is wrong

"Since that's the case, you'll have to return the money I gave you."

"What?"

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, the middle-aged man felt a little unbelievable.

He felt, what did he say?

"I said, if you don't give me the ice cola, just give me the money!"

"nmd! Boy! Are you looking for death!"
To be continued...