While Alan was still in a daze, the guests outside the door had already taken a step forward. This step is very common, nothing unusual. But it was this step that allowed Allen to see a face wrapped in the cloak hat. This face is very handsome, a little indifferent, but with clear lines, like a marble head carved by a master, it is unforgettable at first sight.
What's even more peculiar is that this man has pupils of different colors. The pupil of the left eye was as black as ink, while the right eye was filled with pieces of burning golden flames, so dazzling that Alan felt slightly dizzy.
When the man took this step, the tips of their noses were almost touching. Staring at that dreamy eye, Allen saw his own figure in it. My own shadow appeared in that piece of golden flames, as if the city was being burned by raging flames, and I couldn't escape no matter what. A kind of terror from the depths of his heart suddenly occupied Allen's heart, his face became very ugly, and he couldn't even breathe.
"Is there any wine?"
It wasn't until the traveler's voice that was as indifferent as his face sounded, that Allen was able to breathe a big mouthful of stale air like a person surfacing.
Because he sucked too fast and too fast, Allen couldn't help coughing a few times, and took a few steps backwards, and stopped when he almost hit the row of tables and chairs behind. After a while, Allen, who was relieved, said, "Yes, we have the most explosive spicy wine here."
As he said that, Allen yelled backwards: "Pat, where did you die, take out the flame volcano!"
After a while, there was a sound of messy footsteps in the lobby. A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy ran out wearing patched clothes, holding a bottle of sprinkles in his hand. The bottle is a striking fiery red, and the word "87%" on the bottle packaging reminds guests of the strength of the bottle.
Flame Volcano is the iron signboard of the tavern, and it is a kind of cocktail. However, the Flame Volcano brewed by Allen's secret method has an intensity that cannot be matched by ordinary cocktails. It is very suitable for the tastes of men in the town, so it is quite popular.
The traveler picked a corner seat and sat down, ordered some other food, and then ate quietly like this. The big, rough gun that made Allen's heart beat faster was laid flat on the table, and the row of bullets and magazines next to it were for food. It is not uncommon for Allen to pay with hard currency such as bullets. In fact, no one is running around the world with a bag full of money. What's more, due to the differences in regions, the currencies circulating in other places may not be universally applicable here in the Eye of Flame.
After all, the so-called mainland common currency is more suitable for cities near the coastline. As for the inland towns like Blazing Eye, bullets and metals are more popular.
Allen was not in a hurry to collect the money, not only that the guest brought out enough food for him to eat the same size food more than five times, but also because the guest ate very slowly. The traveler had already taken off his hat, revealing his black hair, obviously of Asian descent. He doesn't eat fast, whether it's food or wine, he eats in small bites. This shows that he is not in a hurry, but those who are willing to stay longer, Allen believes that they will need more services.
For example women.
Zero really didn't eat fast. The sum of the energy of these foods in front of him was not enough for a tube of nutrients. That bottle of wine was not bad. The alcohol content of Flame Volcano is quite high, which can be directly converted into energy by Zero. But no matter food or wine, he must eat slowly in order to fully absorb the energy in these things.
But this is only one of the reasons, another more important reason is that he came to inquire about news.
No matter where, the tavern is the best place to inquire about news. But Zero came a little early, so he was in no rush to leave. After eating all the food and wine, he put his legs on the table, and closed his eyes while holding the giant sniper rifle. His body is resting, but his brain is still working.
The Eye of Flame is indeed just a small town, and it is no more than 1 kilometer square, and it is quickly surrounded by zero. Now the three-dimensional map of the flame eye is presented in Zero's mind, and he is constantly adjusting the angle he needs with Zero's thoughts. Instinctively, one by one marks appear on certain positions on the three-dimensional map, and they represent some special functions. For example, the best sniper point, the route to escape from the town in case of danger, and so on.
Zero doesn't like to fight unprepared battles, so recording the terrain around him can guarantee safety to a large extent.
There are nearly a thousand people living in this small town, most of them are workers, some women are engaged in selling butchers, and the rest are capitalists and factory owners. They are the people at the top of the town's biological chain, controlling the lives and deaths of hundreds of people in the Eye of Flame.
But to zero, they are no different from bugs.
The town has a small guard force. From a strategic point of view, the Eye of Flame even lacks the necessary defense work. At least Zero entered the town without any hindrance, which is very rare in the turbulent era. If it wasn't for the lack of common sense of the owner of the Flaming Eye, then the town has enough ability users.
Judging from what Zero has observed now, it seems that the former is more likely. Of course, it is also possible that there have been no outsiders in the town for many years, so whether there is a defense line is not so important.
According to the information that Agatha knew, the Blazing Eye did not have a clear management. It is more inclined to a business alliance. The bosses of five battery factories control the town, and the magma extraction machines distributed around the town belong to these bosses. It's just that after the natural thermal energy battery is no longer popular, four of the five factories have closed down, and now only one factory is still working.
The jobs of residents in the small town have also quietly changed. Except for a small number of people who are still employed in the battery factory, more people are engaged in another occupation.
Sulfur collection.
Sulfur is mostly distributed near volcanoes, and the magma rivers scattered on the ground with a width of thousands of square kilometers around the Eye of Flame are also mostly produced by sulfur. Sulfur can be used in gunpowder, dyes, medicine, etc. Urban residents collect it and sell it to other cities in the western land outside the valley, so it has become another emerging industry for the Eye of Flame.
Although sulfur is highly poisonous, exposure to it all year round will increase the chance of death, but in turbulent times, who cares about these things. Of the ten men in the town, seven worked this job, one was employed at the battery factory, and the other two were either private owners or pimps who relied on their wives to sell their meat.
In general, the Eye of Flame, regardless of technology or culture, has been born in Asgard for more than several generations, and has developed a deformed economic form due to the particularity of the geographical environment.
Of course, none of this matters to Zero. He just needs to know that after a day's work, at night, the workers will come to the Flame Bar to drink and have fun. That's the best time for Zero to inquire about news.
Zero sat in that corner for a whole afternoon, and when he opened his eyes, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening.
No more, no less!
After a while, the dinner was already in front of him. Under Allen's puzzled expression, Zero cut off a piece of artificial beef with a knife, and then chewed it slowly in his mouth. At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and several men dressed as workers strode into the bar while smoking inferior cigarettes. After they discovered the existence of Zero, they took another look at the things tied with cloth strips on the table.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a gun, a huge gun!
The men subconsciously turned their faces away, no matter what the background of the man sitting alone was, they couldn't afford to provoke someone with a big gun. Even when the man saw the row of bullets symbolizing currency on the table, his eyes couldn't help but shoot a scorching light.
As time went by, the number of people in the bar gradually increased, and the atmosphere became more and more lively. At nine o'clock in the evening, the bar was already filled with crazy and loud music. The dancers twisted their limbs between the venues and made various suggestive movements, which made the men in the bar even more excited.
And at this time, Zero drank the last cup of sprinkles. At this moment, a man smelling of alcohol sat across from Zero holding a wine bottle.
Zero raised his head slightly.
"How much do you pay for one night?" The drunken man shouted loudly, and his voice immediately attracted the attention of many nearby guests.
Zero's loneliness and the weapons on the table have already made people notice him. It's just that the guests are all restraining their rationality. Obviously, the rationality of the man sitting across from Zero has been completely drowned by alcohol.
"I can forgive your rudeness, because you are drunk. But if you don't leave, I don't think you will find the next experience pleasant." Zero said lightly.
The man laughed and said, "I know you're a man, but you're pretty, so I don't mind fucking your ass with my big dick. Come on, I'll..."
Suddenly, the man could no longer speak.
Zero, who was sitting across the table a moment ago, has raised his right hand at this moment. The gun lying flat on the table fell into his hands at some point, and the barrel of the gun wrapped in cloth strips was now pierced into the man's mouth, making him speechless.
Even though it was wrapped in cloth strips, the man could still feel the strong smell of gunpowder from the muzzle of the gun. What's more, the opponent's finger is pressing on the trigger.
The atmosphere in the bar immediately turned cold, the music was still playing and the dancers were still dancing, but everyone's eyes fell on Ling's table.
Ling An was sitting like a mountain, while the man who was stared at by countless eyes wanted to find a crack in the ground to get down, provided that Ling would take back his gun.
"Please put back your gun, sir."
Allen squeezed through the crowd, and gasped as he watched the big gun stuck in the drunk's mouth: "Listen sir, it's his fault that he offended you, but I don't want to make a big fuss Come on. Don't worry, I will teach him a lesson. "
After hearing what Allen said, Zero withdrew his sniper rifle. The man who spoke rudely had all his drunkenness gone now, and he sat back in his chair after saving his life. Suddenly there was a pain in the back of the head, followed by the sound of glass shattering in my ears.
The sharp impact on the back of his head made him fall to the ground, the man got up and touched his head, the tentacles were sticky. Bringing the hand back to the eyes, the five fingers and the palm were covered with blood. The man looked at Alan in surprise. The wine bottle in Alan's hand was only left with an uneven neck, and there was a piece of broken glass under his feet. Obviously, Allen just hit him with a wine bottle.
He was just about to ask "Why", when suddenly his eyes went dark, but Alan kicked him in the face with a flying kick. The man fell to the ground completely, making a heavy sound, and then heard Allen yelling: "Get out, you guys who can't tell the situation will not allow you to come to my bar again in the future!"
Allen can be regarded as a talkable figure in the eyes of the flames. He has a group of fierce thugs under him. Instead of daring to argue with him, the man staggered out of the bar with his head in his hands. After chasing away the drunk, Allen put on a smiling face and said to Zero: "I'm sorry for disturbing the guests, or if you drink whatever you want tonight, it's my treat."
Zero showed a faint smile: "You are too polite, boss."
With that said, Ling flipped his hands, took out another row of bullets from the hood and put them on the table. Allen's eyes lit up immediately. This row of bullets was made in one specification, and the metal surface was as smooth as a mirror. Only fine machine tools can produce bullets of this level. In the wilderness, this row of bullets is expensive.
"I want to find someone, but I wonder if the boss can consult other people for me?" Zero could tell that Allen was very happy with the eyes of Lie Yan. Then again, whoever runs a bar is not a big eater. Of course, Zero can also ask by himself, but the effect is much worse than Allen's opening: "If there are definite clues, I can pay you another row of the same bullets."
Allen smiled, and put Zero's bullets into his pocket: "Let's talk, as long as people are in the eyes of the flames, there is nothing I don't know. Don't ask other people!"
Zero tilted his body forward slightly, and Allen stretched out his ears at the same time. Following him, he heard Zero whispering in his ear: "I want to find a guide."
Although the music in the bar was loud, Zero's words overwhelmed all the sounds. After a momentary blank in Alan's mind, a forced smile appeared on his face: "What guide, I really don't know the person the guest is looking for."
He straightened up and turned around. But at the next moment, he suddenly turned back, and with another empty wine bottle in his hand, he swept towards Ling's head!
Zero smile, as early as when Allen's expression was stiff, he knew that the bar owner must know something. Seeing the wine bottle sweeping towards him, Ling kicked hard, hitting the load-bearing pillar under the table. While slamming the table against Allen, Linglian and the chair moved Mishu away in the opposite direction.
Not only did Alan sweep away, but he was also hit in the stomach by the edge of the table, knocking him into the air, and at the same time, Alan was so sad that he almost vomited out the overnight meal.
He fell to the ground, startling nearby drinkers. Regardless of his image, Allen yelled on the ground: "Close the door! Kill this guy, he wants to find a guide!"
This sentence was like a bomb, which immediately made the drinkers stunned. Then everyone, no matter the man or the woman, became vicious, and their faces showed ferocious expressions. Among them, the drinkers sitting at the entrance of the gate stood up. They not only closed the door, but also pushed the tables and chairs to the door to block the exit. Then Allen's workers rushed in from the back door of the bar, obviously hearing what Allen said, they held sticks and long knives in their hands, and distributed these weapons to the people in the bar.
For a while, almost everyone had a weapon in their hands. They clenched the weapons in their hands and surrounded Zero layer by layer. Zero was still sitting in the field, slowly loosening the cloth strips on the giant sniper rifle.
"If you can tell me about the guide, I can pretend I didn't see anything." Zero said silently.
Allen jumped up from the ground and shouted, "Kill him!"
While yelling, Allen squeezed back, but some drinkers rushed towards Zero with a knife and stick in their hands. But the next moment, the few men who rushed to the front flew up and fell heavily to the corner of the bar.
Ling retracted the sniper rifle. Just now, he used this weapon as a bat and knocked several people into the air in an instant. This played a deterrent effect, but the men in the bar had already drank a lot of alcohol. Under the influence of alcohol, they forgot their fear and the overly big gun on Zero, and roared and rushed towards the watchman again. Zero seemed to be far weaker than them.
The next moment, they knew that strength had nothing to do with body shape.
Zero had a sniper rifle on his back, and his free hands waved like the wind. Every punch is concentrated with two levels of strength, most of the drinkers are ordinary people, so how can they be against a fist that exceeds zero. As a result, people fell all the time. When they fell to the ground, their bones were more or less broken, and they had no strength to stand up for a while.
Seeing Zero knocked down nearly half of the people in the blink of an eye, Allen shouted back: "Go, let that thing out!"
Hearing this, Zero sped up his speed. The "that thing" in Allen's mouth should not be an ordinary thing. The facts confirmed Zero's conjecture. When he brought down the last man in the tavern, there was a beast-like growl behind the bar. At the end of the sound, the door of the kitchen flew out, hitting the bodies of several men nearby, and wailing burst out instantly.
In the kitchen, a giant strode out from inside. It waved its hand roughly, smashing the tables and chairs in front of it and flying them away.
Zero was slightly surprised, this is a butcher. It was already very strange that there was a butcher hiding in the Flame Bar. What was even more strange was that there was an iron hoop around the butcher's neck, and three iron chains were welded to the iron hoop. The ends of the iron chains were held tightly by a burly man, and they should be in Alan's hands. Obviously, their strength was not enough to control the butcher's movements, so although everyone pressed their bodies back desperately, they were still dragged by the butcher and slid forward in vain.
"Let go!" Allen yelled, pointing at Zero and said to the butcher at the same time: "Kill this man!"
The butcher seemed to understand Alan's words. The moment the three big men let go, it roared and rushed towards Zero.
"It seems that you have made the worst decision." Zero said lightly.