Cosma Empire

"How to use this thing?" Graff was playing with a pistol found from the police's body. He didn't really want to learn how to use this weapon, but simply wanted to find something to ease his killing The aftermath. I am afraid that I will kill someone, and I am also afraid of myself.

The moment he took the policeman's life, he felt a bloodthirsty excitement, like a long-repressed instinct suddenly released. But after a short period of excitement, he became a normal person again, becoming worried and afraid. People always have infinite power at the moment when they break through the legal boundary, because they don't need to be constrained by law, morality and society to directly become another person, and they can let go of their personality without any scruples.

But when they retreated from beyond the boundaries, they would start to worry like Graf. The chains of law, society and morality tightly entangle the most complete personality and put it into the deepest part of people's souls, never seeing the light of day.

So he needs to find something to attract his attention, instead of always thinking about the consequences of killing the policeman.

He asked this question very well, because the teenagers here are basically children of single-parent families—the fathers were forcibly conscripted to the front as cannon fodder, and it is for this reason that they all have a certain understanding of firearms .

Just as Graff finished speaking, a child named West Molick took the pistol from Graff and held it in his hand.

"First of all, you need to determine whether you are using it, so there is a safety in this position of the pistol." Simorick pointed to a small button on the front side of the pistol grip, "press it, and then push this Come up... and you can shoot. But my personal advice is to find a place where there are no people and try this thing, it's quite loud."

The pistols in this world still use Yaojing as their kinetic energy. It seems that the whole world is revolving 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 filling steam will kill the filling hole. Push the small push rod under the insurance, and the Yaojing will be pushed into the catalyst chamber and start to react.

When the trigger is pulled, the "bullet" as a projectile will be pushed out by tremendous pressure, causing casualties.

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

There are also larger firearms in the army, and there are dozens of them according to the way they are used. Some of them can also fire in bursts, and it is said that the rate has reached a high speed of five shots per second. As for the highest firing speed among the burst weapons, it may be the heavy weapon that is often equipped on the AT-12 platform. That weapon has twelve barrels... .

Graf quickly learned how to operate this uncomplicated small pistol. After he fiddled with it for a while, the Wild Rose Bar appeared in front of his eyes.

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

The employees who had been here for a long time called Mr. Colter out immediately. When Mr. Colter saw Graff, he walked up with open arms and hugged this big man who was not used to it. 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 completely happy, "It's great, I have to say that your products are great, I didn't expect to need to buy them so soon, so my things, Did you bring them all?"

Graff took a few steps back.

He couldn't bear the embrace of this guy who was still wearing perfume, "Of course, where's the money?"

"Here!" Colt took out a check and handed it over. He had cash, but it was his own, and the check was Wood's. As the most widely circulated and most applicable medium in the capital world, checks have been integrated into almost 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 there is a corresponding signature and password, the full amount of cash can be cashed in the bank.

Graff couldn't distinguish the authenticity of the check, but he remembered what Dooling told him, don't worry about Colt not paying the money, unless he doesn't want to see the sun the next day. This is not bragging. As a businessman involved in gray business, which man does not have a group of helpers who "maintain justice"? Since Colt dared to sell bootleg alcohol, it showed that he understood this truth. If he took something that did not belong to him, he must be prepared to pay for his hand being chopped off.

After Graff put away the check, he continued to look at him, "There is more!"

"Anything else?!" Colt froze for a moment, "I gave it to you just now!"

Graf looked at him with a strange expression, and saw that Colt had to check if there was anything inappropriate on his body. He acted very naturally, so naturally that Graff was thinking about it, but he really forgot, and he still intentionally acted for himself.

"The balance of the last batch of goods, your things are almost sold, and the bills that should be settled have to be settled!" Graf reminded, which made Colt dumbfounded.

He only wanted to help Wood bring back a hundred cases of wine by the way, completely forgetting that when he restocked, he should pay the bill. Bootleggery is not a legal business, and has been hit and sanctioned by imperial laws and theocracy laws, so no bootlegger will ask buyers to deposit money as if they were doing legitimate business. Every batch of goods must be settled immediately when they are sold out. This is the rule. I have never heard anyone say that there are installments for doing illegal things.

That's not a small amount of money, thousands of dollars!

Because it wasn't Xiaoqian, Graf's eyes unknowingly became fierce. Perhaps it was because he had killed someone just now, and the killing intent was so strong that it overflowed from his body.

Colt was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed, "How could you forget? I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously!" After speaking, he raised his hand and wanted to pat Graf on the shoulder. This is his A habit, he feels that patting people on the shoulder can prove that his status is higher than that of the other person, so he likes patting people on the shoulder. But at this moment, the raised hand couldn't keep clapping.

The light is like an invisible wall, erecting an absolute barrier between Colt and Graf.

Colt smiled dryly and waved his arms, "Wait a minute, I'm going to withdraw the money now, I can't take that much money with me, I can only take it out if I make sure you are here."

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

As he walked quickly, he cursed secretly.

Damn, dirty Guarts, he looked down at the two black marks on his clothes, and hated these people even more. Back in the office, I opened the safe, and after taking out the final payment, I piled them together in distress. It is really sad that these little cuties who have to look at them every day are about to leave me. Among the nearly four thousand yuan, there are only five one-hundred-yuan banknotes, and the others are five-yuan and ten-yuan banknotes.

In Tenel, a small city far away from the center of the empire, very few people would use the one hundred yuan bill, so there were not particularly many in circulation.

Going back to the back door again, Colt decisively handed over all the money to Graf. Watching Graf put all his money into a small iron box, Colt felt an unprecedented sense of loss.

That was his money!

Curse you guys don't survive tonight!

When all the goods were delivered to the bar's warehouse, Graff left with his men and money. Colt with a smile on his face was still waving his arms at the back door of the bar, as if he was so reluctant, but his lips kept opening and closing slightly, and dirty words came out of his mouth silently Spit it out.

When I returned to the office, Wood actually appeared.

What happened tonight is not a small matter, how could Wood not come and watch it in person? He didn't show up in the office just now, in case Graf wanted to sit in the office, there might be an accident when the two met, so this guy hid in the bar outside the bar and had a drink Wine to warm up the body.

Just when Wood was about to say something, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He walked up to Colt in a few steps, and Colt held his breath in shock. He stuck out a finger, touched two dark, sticky marks on Colt's clothes, and sniffed. With his title of Woodman Wood, he certainly knew what it was, and his expression became a little dignified.

He walked back and forth a few steps, put on his hat, and immediately chased him out.