If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

He wears dreadlocks, curled hair, earrings, a flip-up cap, and a hooded short-sleeved sweatshirt. He always carries half of a natural hemp leaf in his hand, mashes it, mashes it, dries it, and rolls it into a cigarette for smoking.

When these people gather together, they are the typical gang members that Chicago people usually avoid. The homeless are synonymous with them. If we insist on what they do for a living on weekdays, it is probably petty theft, or Sell ​​the leaves.

Standing far away, Lin Nian could see the group of people surrounding the bridge wall puffing away at the smoke. They seemed to be teasingly blowing the smoke from their mouths onto the face of the person sitting on the ground, and kicking him from time to time. The man slapped his legs a few times and said something so disgusting that Lin Nian didn't want to take the initiative to translate and understand it, and then they hugged each other and burst into laughter.

Lin Nian lowered his head and exhaled softly, and then walked over. The unpleasant smell of burnt leather shoes became stronger the closer he got. He hated the smell of burnt tobacco. He once lived with Lin Xian in the Huanfang community. In his rental house, he would get furious whenever he smelled the slightest smell of smoke when he came home. This was the only thing he would be angry with Lin Xian for (Lin Nian believed that tobacco is bad for health).

So he stopped when he stood outside the bridge, which was enough distance for people inside to notice him as an uninvited guest.

"Hey, hey!" A black man in white clothes and white trousers with a black cross tattooed on his forehead bumped the arm of a fat man next to him with his belly half the size of a pregnant woman, and motioned him to look outside the bridge.

The five people, all male, aged between 25 and 35, all had the word "Nolaw" tattooed on their exposed skin. They seemed to belong to the same gang.

Lin Nian met the gazes of the five people and looked at them.

Three people were armed with guns, which were hidden on the left waist, lower back (the back when viewed from behind), and in front of the abdomen. Judging from the bulging marks of foreign objects, they were basically pistols, but there was basically no one except the shooter. I will take a long gun to the streets, except in Texas.

"Hi! T's up! (Hey! What do you want to do?)" The black man in white with a tattoo on his forehead raised his head and shouted towards Lin Nian slightly threateningly.

Normal passersby were already busy turning around and taking a detour at this time, but Lin Nian still stood there and looked at them without saying anything, as if he was thinking about something.

"WHAT ARE YOU F-word WATCHING? (What the hell are you looking at?)" The black man in white took two steps forward and gradually amplified his voice and increased his body movements, "Do you want to fight? (Come in and fight) ah?)"

Lin Nian looked at the black man in white and wondered if he should reply, "Who cares you? (Do you think I'm holding my tongue?)" which would be more appropriate. But would the classic dialogue still have the same feeling if it were spoken in English? He felt that there probably wasn't.

The black man in white took a few steps forward to reveal a gap, but the remaining black men quickly blocked the gap to prevent Lin Nian from seeing the crime scene inside.

As the black man in white walked toward Lin Nian, he turned back and twitched his eyebrows at his companion. He probably wanted his companion to see how he was having fun intimidating the Asian who seemed to be stunned.

The black man in white walked up to Lin Nian, turned around, raised his hand and rubbed it under his nose habitually, and looked at Lin Nian, who was taller than him, with a playful smile, "Friend, there are no cameras here."

"That would be easy to handle." Lin Nian said lightly.

"What did you say?"

"I mean, that's a pity." Lin Nian said calmly.

The black man in white stared at Lin Nian for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and punched Lin Nian in the face and on the bridge of the nose!

The fist was filled with wind, and when it was close to the bridge of Lin Nian's nose, he stopped. The black man in white retracted his fist and let out a Bruce Lee cry. But when he saw Lin Nian retreating without taking a step back, he immediately laughed out loud and turned to his companions. They said, "Damn it, here comes another fool! Are all Asians so stupid nowadays?"

"Tell him to get lost," the slightly fat black man said loudly.

When the black man in white turned around and wanted to continue what he was doing, he suddenly found that Lin Nian was gone. Suddenly there was only the blue sky and white clouds in Chicago in front of him. But why did he see the blue sky and white clouds? In an instant, he inexplicably felt himself falling downwards. In a daze, without making any waving and grabbing movements with his hands, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a blackness like ink quickly occupied his eyes.

"Damn it." The four black men in the bridge immediately cursed when they heard the crisp sound of the head hitting the cement floor.

He didn't have any advanced fighting skills. From the perspective of others, Lin Nian just walked past the black man in white when he turned around, and just kicked the opponent's heel incidentally. The black man in white was in his seventies. The person who weighed more than 100 kilograms jumped into the air and flipped half a circle, and finally the back of his head hit the ground!

An adult black male armed with a gun was left incapacitated.

Lin Nian walked into the bridge cave. In the dark and dark place, the four black people suddenly saw some abnormal golden color in the boy's pupils. Although it was very light, like an incandescent lamp with residual heat after the lights were turned off, they only saw this. A touch of gold caused an inexplicable chill to rise from their tailbones.

That was groundless fear, and the source of fear was just a pair of eyes.

Among the four black men, the one wearing the peaked cap backwards was also the youngest and the bravest. He walked directly towards Lin Nian and at the same time reached out to touch the gun on his lower abdomen. Unfortunately, his actual combat awareness was as poor as his words, so they all left. When he reached Lin Nian's arm span, he lifted up his T-shirt and touched the handle of the gun.

The young black man pulled out the gun with force, but his wrist was stuck by something. It was Lin Nian's hand. He grabbed the wrist holding the handle of the gun and twisted it gently. He screamed like a woman. Zhong Na's wrist actually turned 180° half a circle and pointed upwards, and he also took out the gun he was holding.

That is a carbon black FN57 pistol, AKA police killer. It is already very rare for street gangs to get this kind of weapon. If you can still get 5.7mm armor-piercing bullets, then it will be popular on the streets and for the preparation It's a nightmare for police officers who wear normal pottery body armor.

Lin Nian let go of the hand holding the wrist. The young black man lost the ability to stand due to the severe pain and fell to the ground. His nose and tears became a ball. Lin Nian caught the pistol before it fell to the ground. The other three black brothers When I saw this scene, I subconsciously screamed and cursed. Those who had guns touched their guns, and those who didn't backed away.

However, after getting the pistol, Lin Nian did not choose to raise the muzzle of the gun and fire. Instead, he removed the magazine and took a look at how full it was. He then pulled the gun chamber and the bullet flew out from the side port. There was a tinkling sound on the ground.

The pistol with no bullets was thrown away. Under the panic and bewilderment of the remaining three black men, Lin Nian changed the magazine filled with bullets to his right hand and held it, his thumb pressed against the exposed tail of the bullet at the top of the magazine. Aimed at the three black men.

Without any warning or exhortation, when one of them pulled out his pistol and was about to point it at him, Lin Nian's thumb on the magazine hit the bottom of the bullet.

Explosions and explosions spread in the bridge cave. In the firelight, the black man who was about to target Lin Nian fell to the ground without saying a word. A ball of blood burst out from his left shoulder, and he groaned only after he fell to the ground.

Wrong shot.

Lin Nian lowered his head and glanced at his hand. The magazine had been exploded, and the bullets were scattered all over the floor. A few blackened dragon scales on his right hand quietly disappeared back under the skin. In the constant state of violent blood It is difficult for explosives and kinetic weapons to cause damage to him.

Even if he is unknowingly targeted by a sniper rifle, the moment the bullet touches his skin, the dragon scales will pop out of the outer layer of the skin for protection. If the target is the head, there is no need to worry, because the skull The hardness of the bullet has been strengthened to an incredible level, and neither penetrating nor destructive bullets can affect the brain inside the skull.

Ordinary thermal weapons have officially become ineffective against Lin Nian. The only ones that can work are probably the ones like the King of Bronze and Fire being forced to "repulse" when facing Frigga's bullets.

Lin Nian threw away the blown magazine in his hand. As expected, firing bullets by hand was still unreliable. Without stable rifling positioning and barrel pressure, it was impossible for the bullet to hit accurately. He was clearly aiming at the opponent with this shot. hand.

But even if he hits the head, he probably won't die. At most, the skull will be cracked. In the worst case, it will be a severe concussion. For someone who pointed the gun at him, Lin Nian was very measured in his actions this time, mainly because there were other people at the scene.

A gunshot rang out again at the bridge. The last black man with a gun could have fired the shot no matter how slow his reaction was. However, shooting is often not something that can be stopped at once, because as long as you make up your mind to shoot and kill, , then the only option is to empty the magazine after pulling the trigger.

Then there were gunfires one after another, and gunfire was spitting out from the muzzle. But under the horrified gaze of the black man, the boy he was aiming at walked towards him and waved the two pale fingers of his right hand raised up together. Each time When the muzzle fires, the two fingers wave once, the sparks flash once, and the ground beside it stirs up mud once.

The crackling explosions continued, and the mud on the surrounding ground also continued, until the white palm grasped the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets continued to fire, and the result was that the chamber exploded.

The broken pistol fragments scattered all over the face of the black man holding the gun, but several fragments flying toward his neck artery disappeared in the air, but Rao fell directly to the ground after receiving such a huge impact. He covered his face in pain and howled softly.

In the end, there was only one black man left, and he ran out of the bridge without looking back. His running posture was comparable to that of Usain Bolt, who was challenging his limits. His hands moving back and forth seemed to be swimming in the air.

Lin Nian looked down at the boy who was sitting down next to the wall who finally appeared in front of him, holding his head and looking like a doormat. The black T-shirt was stained with dust, dirt and filth, and the pale skin on his neck was exposed. There were all kinds of things. His characteristics confirmed that he was the person Lin Nian was looking for. It seemed that he had suffered a lot before he came. Maybe he really shouldn't have played that basketball. If he came earlier, he would be kicked less.

"Get up." Lin Nian looked at the quiet boy holding his head and said in Mandarin, "It's time to go."

He has never been one to comfort others, so this kind of thing should be left to those who know how to do it.

The boy did not answer Lin Nian. He remained motionless, as if still waiting for the coming scolding and beating.

"I'm the one your sister called here." Lin Nian said.

As if he hit some key words, the boy holding his head moved slightly, put down his hands covering his head, and slowly raised his head.

There was the sound of wind caused by cars whizzing by overhead. Without the obstruction of the black people, a ray of sunlight from the blue sky outside the bridge hole fell between Lin Nian and the boy in front of the corner. The cool light illuminated each other's faces. with eyes.

Mixed-race species have always had surprisingly similar opinions on which eye color is the most beautiful. There should be huge differences in aesthetics, but when it comes to the most beautiful eye color, all mixed-race species agree that golden eyes are the most beautiful ones in the world. The most beautiful eyes.

The students at Kassel College also have different opinions on the aesthetics of golden eyes. The purer the bloodline, the more beautiful the golden eyes are, just like the higher the lumen of the lantern, the more beautiful it is.

Lin Nian is now recognized as the most beautiful golden pupil winner in the academy. Someone took a photo of Lin Nian’s molten red pupils at the end of the Battle of Constantine, mixed with a blood-like crimson color and a light and mellow color. The golden color and the cold feeling at the end of the battlefield gave full marks to the emotion aspect.

The light gold in Lin Nian's eyes turned a gleam, and his pupils reflected a pair of jewel-like clear and translucent eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the honor of his most beautiful golden eyes would have to be given to someone else in the future. . The eternal definition of the most beautiful eye color among mixed race people is also about to change.

Those pupils are not golden, but they are far more charming than gold. The deep blue, the blue of Lake Michigan blending with the sunny sky, will remind people of the eyes of Caesar Gattuso, the president of the student union, and they can't help but make comparisons. , and found that the blue in front of me was even more intoxicating, like ice melting into blue orange wine. That kind of wine must be very gentle in the mouth, with some astringent timidity.

Seeing the world through such eyes, the world must be a very gentle dark blue, right? Lin Nian thought to himself.

But it is a pity that this dark blue world did not treat him with the same tenderness, but instead caused him to be bullied and hurt by the ink in the water. If I were late, would those gangsters suddenly want to dig out these eyes?

After all, when you see something beautiful, it is human nature to take it as your own or to abuse it wantonly.

Lin Nian spent ten seconds to move away from the pair of dark blue pupils and put them on that face. To be honest, with such a pair of pupils, no one would pay attention to them at the first time. The boy's face, so they will regret that they missed this really good face the next time.

His eyebrows were drooped, and the features that should appear on a woman appeared on this boy. He also looked very thin, and even a fat black short-sleeved T-shirt couldn't hide his figure, which looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness. Bruises from Shao's beating appeared on his arms and neck.

"Did I do something wrong?" The boy asked in a low voice, looking at Lin Nian's face.

He is soft-spoken and very docile, like an immature lamb with mucous membranes on his body. He may be trembling when he walks. And his questions are like questions that a lamb would ask, questions that a newborn child would ask about the malice of the entire world.

Lin Nian did not answer. For some reason, when he looked at the boy on the ground, some tiny bubbles appeared in his eyes, which melted and refracted in the ray of sunlight in front of him, creating a halo. In those halos, his past could be seen.

Did I do something wrong?

No, they just don't like you.

Then what should I do.

Find someone who likes you.

The older girl stood in front of the embarrassed little guy like herself, stretched out her hand and said: Take me for example, I really like you, my name is Lin Xian, what's your name?

The foam burst and fell into the blue lake in front of me. Lin Nian took the initiative to look away. Now was not the time to recall the past.

"I'm sorry." Lin Nian said, "I should have come here earlier. Can I know your name?"

"My name is Xia Wang." He said from the ground, then looked up and saw the stretched out hand and the bright pale gold eyes of the big boy in front of him.

"Lin Nian." The two hands were held together, and the boy pulled the other boy from the ground into the sunlight one meter between them.