So when Deathstroke carried the unconscious girl past these half-grown children and walked towards the city gate, he could feel the eyes fall on the double guns on his waist.The gaze was so hot, as if it was about to melt the beautiful jade handles, and the yellow-faced and skinny boys all showed greedy eyes like wolves.Young people are like this, they don't know their own pounds, and they don't know what they can covet.However, the bald man who assessed them could understand that his face full of vicissitudes was full of traces left by the years, with scars and bitter memories, but at this time only fear remained.For the one-eyed man's gaze was upon him like a demon."
Damn it!
Mind your eyes, little cubs!
Have you forgotten your father's name?!
I'm going to snap your eyes out!
Look at me, don't mess around!
”He whipped the boys with a whip and a long stick, shouting insults at them, as if their fathers were his enemies for life and death.But in reality, the boys' fathers were his masters and friends, and he stayed in the city to teach them fighting skills, train their eyesight, simulate the use of firearms with slingshots, and show them how powerful a revolver could be while the adults were out and about.Picking up a gun means the growth of a man, the beginning of his destiny, and he will have to face responsibilities and obligations, and write his own different stories.Coveting someone else's gun often means a never-ending battle erupts, and for a gunslinger walking in the wasteland, a gun is life.If you want someone else's life, someone else will kill you first, even if it's at the city gate.After reprimanding the boys for a while, he smiled at Deathbell with a reluctant and ugly smile, his eyes full of pleading, because the spearman who had entered the city had never seen it before, but there seemed to be endless darkness and grievances haunting him.These are often the most terrifying characters in the wasteland, and hunters tend to turn into beasts after hunting too much.Of course, Su Ming didn't say anything, just carried the unconscious girl into the city, and his attitude towards these poor creatures was also very simple, if you don't get in the way, you won't die.Even he was in a good mood.A powerful weapon destroyed almost all civilizations in the multiverse, and diversity was restarted, but people still crave weapons, and Merlin's joke is funny.Passing through the city gates, there was no one standing guard at the gate, only skinny people hiding from the sun in the shadows.Obviously, they were surprised to see a strange gunslinger, as the Thistle area was the territory of Steven Deschamps, who was also the leader of the spearmen and was even said to be king in the future.And now a strange gunslinger has appeared, who knows who this person is working for?
What is the purpose?
Is the person who is carrying it alive or dead?
But they could not express their opinions, and even the one-eyed man had to avoid the gaze, because they had no weapons at all.The last time Su Ming had such a feeling, it was when he pretended to be an alien sea god and blended into someone else's home, when those fish-man monsters would poke themselves in the eyes when they saw him, and the situation in front of him made him feel a little nostalgic.Look up at the ruined towers in the middle of the city, connected by thin stone arch bridges, which are in disrepair and sit fifty meters above the air, making a crying sound when the wind and sand blow.Some bridges are barely intact, while others have long since been broken, but even if someone is stoned to death in the city, no one cares.The streets of the city are narrow, the stone roads under your feet are potholed, the roadsides are either excrement or garbage, and maybe the weapons technology has been regressed to the American West, but the level of hygiene is probably not back to the Middle Ages."
Who knows where there is an inn?"
Su Ming stopped and asked the three children who were talking and laughing on the corner of the road.They should all be abandoned orphans, or they may have wandered from somewhere.The first two children had severe radiation sickness, their faces were rotten, and their laughter was evil; And the last one is a retarded person who can only giggle and have a fat face.A boy who was only slightly better looking than Wade looked up at Deathknell's dress, and he grinned, drooling brown and yellow, and raised his fingers, which looked crooked from abscesses and broken bones: "A gold coin, I'll show you the way." ”"Click, click."
Su Ming pulled out his revolver, broke off the hammer, and held the gun behind him and secretly approached the head of the boy who wanted to dig into his pocket: "Last question, where is the hotel?"
”In this world, revolvers are perhaps more threatening than godslayers, because natives can't read lightsabers, but they know that headshots with firearms can kill anyone."
Over there, turn left at that intersection, please don't kill me, kind sir."
The simplicity of the folk customs is not much different from that of Gotham, and when you think they are beggars leading the way, they are actually thieves; When you think they're thieves, they're actually robbers.But when guns are held at them, they are all good children.The pistol turned a beautiful gun flower and retracted the holster, Su Ming turned around and left, the residues of these worlds are so pathetic, there is no point in killing them.Walking through the dry, dirty alleys, feeling the gaze behind him, Deathbell calmly came to the inn and pushed open the Western-style trapdoor.As with all inns, the ground floor is a bar, and the accommodation is upstairs, and even in the middle of the day, it is full of drunks and the atmosphere is very lively.After all, the world has become like this, what other choice can there be but to anesthetize yourself?
Not everyone can become a gunslinger, most people are just farmers in their lives, or the kind that doesn't have much land.Scatter the seeds in the ground, pray to God, and then go home and sleep and wait.What kind of harvest can be determined by the will of God.It's not that they don't know about agriculture, they do, but the problem is that if they spend a lot of effort on serving the crops, the crops will be stolen and eaten by mutated creatures, or picked by someone passing by.No matter how much effort is put in, there is no difference between relying on the will of God, so who will be that fool?
When the gunslinger walked into the bar, the air was quiet, and even the drunkard's friends covered their mouths lest they say something wrong and bump into someone they couldn't mess with.It wasn't until Su Ming carried someone to the bar and sat down with the girl in his arms that the whispering voice gradually came from behind, making the bar come back to life again."
Have a whiskey, open a room, and I'll ask something."
Su Ming didn't have the dollars used in this world, and he didn't have gold coins, but he could also use gold grains, and he slapped a few pieces of gold the size of soybeans on the bar."
Stranger, I wish you a long day and a cool night."
The innkeeper was a shriveled old man, his fingers were like shriveled branches, but he was quick to collect the money and spoke his greetings sincerely."
I wish you a multiplied harvest."
Su Ming shook his head and replied to the other party according to the custom here: "Now give me the wine, and then tell me where there are wizards or witches nearby." ”