Mamba Bar.
The Purple Moon Era is very interesting, because the appearance of Purple Moon has subverted almost everything on this planet. Much of the common sense and knowledge accumulated by humans on this planet is no longer useful, and even everything they see, including themselves, has undergone magical changes. The change.
Therefore, mankind’s desire to explore this planet has become unprecedentedly powerful. After all, everything is strange again. What was once impossible or even a fantasy has become real and possible.
However, the Ziyue era was also very boring. Because it is almost a spiritual desert without any music, literature, art, etc. People can only find spiritual comfort from the few things left by previous civilizations.
Under such circumstances, bars have become the biggest pastime.
No matter how poor a place is, there is a place like this. Even former settlements had simple bars in sheds.
Even if it can only provide some wine fermented with wild fruit grass roots, countless people are willing to squeeze out part of their meager income and spend it here willingly.
"So people who open bars are people with backgrounds, right?" Tony, no, strictly speaking, it should be Tang Ling, who couldn't help but think in his mind when he looked at the dim but crowded bar. Got such an idea.
All in all, from the time he set foot at Transfer Station No. 119 to meeting Wuzi, he would always think of everything about the settlement that seemed so long ago.
I found a seat next to the bar of the bar, and soon a burly bartender came over.
"Do you want regular wine, or premium wine?" The attitude at the bar was very average. When he saw Tang Ling, he just looked at him with an uncomfortable look, and then asked him without any polite words.
Tang Ling glanced at the bar. Most of the people on the table had rough wooden barrel-shaped wine glasses, which were very similar to the drinking glasses used in Guangmingzhou in the tenth century.
In this wooden wine glass, there is a turbid-looking liquid.
Only a few people had large glass cups in front of them, and the drinks inside looked normal.
"What is regular wine? What is good wine?" Tang Ling looked very ignorant.
"Regular wine? That's the specialty dusk wine here, which can be paired with a plate of Tete wine. As for the good stuff," the bartender suddenly opened the curtain of the wine cabinet behind him, and then glanced at Tang Ling proudly and provocatively: "As long as you can afford it, you can drink most of the good wines from the mainland."
Tang Ling glanced at the wine cabinet greedily, licked his lips, but made a reluctant look, and said carefully: "Then I, then I will come to the regular bar."
"Are you sure?" The bartender raised his eyebrows.
"I, I'm sure." Tang Ling replied slightly cautiously.
The bartender glared at Tang Ling, stopped talking, and turned around to leave.
In less than a minute, he took a wooden cup and a wooden plate, stamped heavily in front of Tang Ling's face, and left.
Tang Ling took a look at the wine in front of him. It was turbid and hazy. He thought it should be called hazy wine, not a nice dusk wine.
As for Congte Tete, it is made by drying a black seaweed called Congtete. This seaweed has no nutrients, but it is not harmful because it grows very thick and is particularly chewy after being dried. It tastes like meat, and because it is a marine plant, it also has a special salty taste, so it is something that people in this place use to satisfy their cravings.
Tang Ling twisted a piece of Cong Te Te Gan'er and threw it into his mouth. In fact, it felt good when chewing. He picked up the Dusk Wine and took a sip. Compared with Cong Te Te Gan'er, the taste of Dusk Wine was even better. It's hard to accept.
It's full of the smell of contaminated low-grade drinking water, as well as the salty, bitter, sour and astringent taste. The only thing that makes people obsessed with it should be the hint of fermented alcohol
After all, Tang Ling was a Husky wild boar, so he didn't care about the taste.
He was like a traveler who had been tired for a long time. He seemed quite comfortable with a sip of Chongte Tete and a sip of dusk wine.
Wine is always intoxicating.
About forty minutes later, people began to get drunk in the bar. In order not to disturb the guests drinking, these drunkards were all helped out.
If you observe carefully, most of these drunk people are people who drink the so-called good stuff.
Of course, some people may be uncomfortable with this situation. Without waiting to get drunk, he hurriedly checked out and left.
However, this did not affect Tang Ling's mood for drinking. Although he had drank a whole glass of Dusk Wine at this time, his eyes seemed a little hazy.
"Bartender, I think I need another drink." Tang Ling couldn't hold it any longer, so he lay on the table and called to the bartender in a low voice.
The bartender and many people around him looked at Tang Ling with bad intentions, and no one seemed interested in pouring wine for Tang Ling.
"I, I want one more," Tang Ling said, but his tongue was too big to say a complete sentence. When the bartender walked up to Tang Ling step by step, he seemed to be counting 'three, two, one' 'The countdown.
Tang Ling didn't even wait until the bartender counted down to the last number before he completely collapsed on the table.
"Another drunk gentleman, help him out, leave him in the back alley, and let him sober up on his own. People nowadays are getting worse and worse for drinking." The bartender muttered.
Soon, several burly men drove Tang Ling and helped Tang Ling out of the bar under people's mocking and slightly sympathetic eyes.
**
Across the back alley from the bar.
There are a few buildings in this transfer station No. 119. They say they are buildings, but they are actually a small building made of several pre-civilized prefabricated houses.
After these sturdy men helped Tang Ling out of the bar, they did not leave Tang Ling here, but strode towards the building opposite the back alley.
Tang Ling was so drunk that he almost didn't know anything about it.
Just like that, he was dragged into the building and taken directly to the second floor.
There is a huge office on the second floor. It should be several rooms connected to form one office.
In this office, there were several drunkards tied up in various places. If Tang Ling was sober, he could easily identify that these drunkards were the drunkards who had just been surfaced from the Mamba Bar.
These drunkards are not yet sober. One of them who is slightly sober is tied to a stool, and the other is wearing only a gun strap on his upper body. There are two pistols in the strap and a whip in his hand. It seems that his whole body is The man whose muscles were as lumpy as iron questioned.
"No, you have seriously violated the rules of the Ocean Alliance, and your actions will even offend the Poseidon family." The man being interrogated shouted unwillingly.
But these words only received a whip, and the man said with a half-smile: "If we were afraid of this, we wouldn't do this."
"If you are smarter, you'd better hand over all the passwords and keys to your ship. Then, you can earn the right to survive in the outer zone."
"Otherwise, if I tie you up and throw you into the sea, who will know that you have disappeared?"
The interrogated man fell silent, obviously this was a difficult choice.
The interrogator waited lazily, as if everything was really as he said, and Transfer Station No. 119 was confident in doing such a thing.
This is a psychological war, and the loser is destined to be the weak without cards.
After asking a few questions to ensure that he could survive, he chose to reveal the password to his ship and handed over a bunch of keys.
"Go and verify." The interrogator took the key nonchalantly, wrote down the password, and handed it to his subordinates.
The men quickly took these things and ran out in a hurry.
About twenty minutes later, the subordinate returned to the office and whispered a few words into the interrogator's ear.
"Very well, Mr. Honest. Because of your honesty, you have earned the right to live." As he spoke, the interrogator seemed very happy. He walked over and patted the interrogated person on the shoulder, and then personally untied him.
But at this moment, he suddenly and quickly took off the thin silk bracelet tied between his wrists. The bracelet immediately turned into a thin steel cable, and then the steel cable was pulled in mercilessly. the person being interrogated.
Even a second-level Purple Moon Warrior would not survive if it was strangled by a thin wire rope made of S-grade alloy.
The man struggled to ask 'why'? However, the interrogator didn't even give him this chance and just strangled him to death.
"Sorry, Mr. Honesty, I deceived you. A first-order Purple Moon warrior like you, our little transit station cannot keep you alive." The interrogator shrugged his shoulders, and then said directly to his subordinates: " Throw it into the sea."
The men silently carried the body downstairs.
When they came back, the interrogator began to pick among the drunken people who were lying on the floor to see who had sobered up a little.
At this moment, Tang Ling frowned and murmured a few times unconsciously.
The interrogator was slightly surprised, pointed at Tang Ling and said, "This guy woke up very quickly. He is not even a first-order Purple Moon warrior."
Yes, there is a difference between Purple Moon warriors and ordinary people, just like mutant beasts, there is a difference between beasts and ferocious beasts. The difference lies in the hidden patterns on their bodies.
The same principle applies to the identification of evil plants.
Humans do not have purple lines, but once they cross one level, a purple spot will appear on the palm of their hand. This is common sense.
There were no purple spots on Tang Ling's hands.
"But he did drink a whole glass of Dusk Wine. We have also met some people who seem to have stronger antibodies." A subordinate guessed uncertainly.
"This is a rich guy, driving a one-man combat boat, which is produced by the Poseidon family." Another subordinate who had obviously found out clearly said.
"A one-man combat boat of the Poseidon family? Idiot! You must not be able to move, right?" The interrogator suddenly became angry and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"No, no. Lord Manto, this is not a standard single-man combat boat, but a modified cargo. The Poseidon family sells more every year. We have found out clearly." The subordinate quickly explained. One sentence.
The interrogator known as Lord Mantu finally calmed down, then pointed at Tang Ling and said, "Then let's go to this idiot. Be careful. Although he is not a Purple Moon warrior, he may have other methods. A good restraint lock, don’t let anything go wrong! If something goes wrong, you know the consequences.”
Several of his subordinates nodded tremblingly, pulled Tang Ling up, and lifted him onto the special interrogation chair. Then two of them held Tang Ling down while the other two went to get the so-called best restraint locks.
At this time, Tang Ling seemed to wake up quickly, swaying and ready to open his eyes at any moment.
The two men holding Tang Ling down pressed harder, while Manto walked up to Tang Ling, took out his gun, and prepared to hold it against Tang Ling's head.
If something unexpected happens, one pull of the trigger can solve the problem.
Thermal weapons of pre-civilizations have limited effect in front of Ziyue warriors, but at such a close distance, they can at least break through the defense and kill second-level Ziyue warriors, including second-level Ziyue warriors. This depends on the power of the gun.
Anyway, there is no problem with the Desert Eagle in Mantle's hands.
But the moment Manto drew his gun, Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
With a 'pop' sound, a large amount of turbid liquid spurted out from Tang Ling's mouth and spat directly on Manto's face.
And at this moment, Tang Ling had silently released his war type. Compared with the previous movements, Tang Ling's body had not changed in any way now that he had released his war type. Only two beautiful figures appeared on his two forearms. Bone armor.
How powerful is the liquid Tang Ling sprays when he is transformed? He sprayed towards Manto's eyes, and with the blessing of his precise instinct, there was no chance of misdirection at such a close distance.
As a first-level Purple Moon warrior, Manto would not be blinded by such an attack, but within a few seconds, he would never want to open his eyes. What could he see normally
Manto's reaction was also very quick. After being sprayed by Tang Ling, he subconsciously fired in Tang Ling's direction without hesitation.
But Tang Ling, who was well prepared, grabbed the big man next to him who was holding him down, blocked the gun for himself, and then kicked away the big man holding the gun.
Then there was a sound of bone cracking, and the arm of another big man who was holding down Tang Ling was directly broken. Tang Ling grabbed it in his hand in a weird posture and smashed it directly towards Manto.
Manto was blind, and within one second, he fired three shots, all of which hit the big man. Then he was undoubtedly hit by the big man and staggered.
Manto didn't dare to stop, turned around and ran towards the door, directly launching Shunpo.
After Tang Ling's transformation, his power far surpassed that of a first-level Purple Moon Warrior. Because he had not broken through to the first level, he could not perform Shunpo, and his speed could not break through the limits imposed by his genes.
But Tang Ling's speed was extremely close to that of a first-order Purple Moon warrior.
After all, Manto was hit, and after a few tenths of a second, Tang Ling got ahead of Manto, ran to the door as fast as he could, and blocked the door.
'Blind Man' Manto couldn't see at all at this time, and he crashed into Tang Ling. The moment he was about to hit Tang Ling, he felt a huge danger.
His eyesight undoubtedly affected his avoidance. He only had time to tilt his body slightly before he felt a direct punch on his nose.
The power of this punch was the greatest power Mantle had ever felt in his life. It was like a huge alloy metal that swayed directly and hit his nose.
With a 'wow' sound, Manto flew out several teeth, and his originally low nose was directly smashed into the flesh, forming a funny depression.
Three forged fists!
With Tang Ling's current strength, a first-level Ziyue warrior couldn't resist with a random combat technique.
Compared with the first-level Purple Moon Warrior, Tang Ling's current combat effectiveness is undoubtedly lost to the 'Shunpo' and the innate abilities that will be improved after being promoted to the Purple Moon Warrior.
But not all Purple Moon warriors will have lethal combat power when they are at the first level. This will only happen to talented young people. Normal Purple Moon warriors have to wait until they want to use their natural abilities to fight. Level three.
Manto was obviously not a genius, and Tang Ling felt no pressure at all fighting him.
After just one punch, Manto couldn't bear it anymore, and he felt like his head was about to explode.
But Tang Ling, who had the upper hand, had no intention of letting Manto go like this. He rushed over and punched Manto's head several more times without even bothering to use any punches.
With just a few rough punches, Manto was beaten into a pig's head. Then Tang overpowered Manto and pulled out a pistol from his gun belt. The barrel was stuffed into Manto's missing bullets. In his mouth, he looked at the helpless men and said, "Now, you can take the restraint locks."
**
Manto never imagined that one day he would be tied to this interrogation bench specially prepared for 'fat sheep'.
And his poor men also turned into 'fat sheep', tied up with five-flowered pigtails and thrown to the ground.
Of course, Tang Ling didn't release the drunkards. His plan had just begun, but he couldn't cause too much trouble now.
This showed that Tang Ling's time was actually very limited, because soon new subordinates would send 'fat sheep', and it would be a problem for these drunkards to wake up.
But Tang Ling would never show any urgency. Instead, he was very calm. He rummaged around in the office and found two bottles of good wine. He unscrewed one bottle and took a sip. Gun walked up to Manto, hit him with the butt of the gun, and then said, "This is wine. You gave me that thing in the bar just now. Do you know how bad it is?"
Mantu glared at Tang Ling, acting like a tough guy and saying nothing.
Of course, Tang Ling didn't panic and took another sip of wine: "Of course, I have to thank that thing for drinking too much, so I vomited it out."
Believe it or not!
Mantu was extremely speechless, but if he failed today, he would admit it. But he was confident, and he was waiting for the conditions Tang Ling would propose next.
Too sleepy, I went to bed. I really hope to finish writing before 12 o'clock tomorrow and then fall asleep quietly. Goodnight everybody.
(End of chapter)