Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 294 Kind locals

"It's time to hit the road again."

Lincoln was lying on the couch, looking at the sun in the sky and feeling very melancholy.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the multiverse to have fun, but now, the two Ancient Ones took action and directly hid the entire universe.

In this way, if he wants to play, he has no choice but to leave this universe.

Since we have to leave this universe, there is nothing wrong with leaving the Marvel multiverse.

He thought for a moment and looked at the golden string in his sight. He stretched out his finger and directly touched a gray string as if he had broken through the boundary between reality and virtuality.

The next moment, the golden light dyed the string, fluctuated slightly, and the scenery in front of Lincoln changed.

Lincoln lay on the chair and did not move, but the surrounding area was no longer the rooftop he was on before, but a street with garbage on the ground.

"Fuck!" Lincoln swore lightly before standing up and grabbing a cotton harvester from the roadside: "Do you know what kind of world this is?"

Cotton harvester:???

Listening to Lincoln's question, his mind was filled with questions. He had no idea what Lincoln was talking about, but he subconsciously began to resist: "Hey! Let me go!"

Bang!

As his head was pressed to the concrete floor by Lincoln, a feeling from deep within his blood was activated, and he subconsciously put his hands on his head.

Lincoln:???

Seeing his familiar operation, it was now Lincoln's turn to be confused. However, he did not remain confused for long before he noticed the standard supporting machine of the cotton harvester - the pistol.

Reaching out and taking the gun away from his waist, Lincoln smiled: "You are very brave. You dare to take a gun on the street. You are lucky that the police did not kill you. But luck is not advisable. I will help you with this gun."

You should save it."

"Are you robbing me?" The black man looked at Lincoln with surprise in his eyes: "How dare you rob me?!"

Lincoln glanced at him blankly, raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand slightly, and pointed it at his head from a distance: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the black man Nick gave up decisively: "Okay, okay. You didn't rob, that's what I gave to you, I gave it to you!"

"That's right." Lincoln nodded with satisfaction and continued to look at Nick: "As a friend, do you have anything else to give me?"

"No." Nick was about to deny it when he saw the muzzle of the gun raised again: "Well, I still have some money with me. I can give it to you if you need it."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Lincoln's face was full of doubts: "I'm not asking for gifts, but is this the way you usually give gifts to others?"

Nick's mouth moved. He never expected that he would encounter robbers on the street a few hours before National Killing Day.

Isn't this man afraid? Doesn't he have a brain?

Obviously after a while, no matter what crime he committed, he would be innocent, but he decided to commit robbery at this time, why!

Nick was speechless, but he still shook his head and took out the little money he had and stuffed it into Lincoln's hand: "This is my gift to you, please do it."

Holding the money that was better than nothing in his hand, Lincoln was satisfied and patted him on the shoulder: "That's right! This is the correct etiquette between friends. Next time we meet again, you will still do this, right?

?”

'Next time we meet, I will not hesitate to put the muzzle of my gun to your forehead and feed you a peanut!'

Nick roared loudly in his heart, and kept nodding his head: "Of course, we are friends! Friends should help each other!"

Nick's answer was sincere, so he left alive.

Holding Nick's gift in his hand, Lincoln looked around at the deserted streets, and after a moment, he fixed his sights on the grab-and-go shop on the roadside.

However, as soon as he approached the gun store, the owner put up the closing sign and gave him a contemptuous look: "Yellow boy, remember to come early next time!"

After hearing what he said, Lincoln's temper suddenly rose.

After looking at the surveillance cameras around him, he left without saying a word. A moment later, he rolled out a small cart covered with oilcloth from the alley and parked it at the door of the gun store.

From the angle of the camera, it was impossible to see what was under the oilcloth, but as Lincoln opened the oilcloth slightly, the owner of the gun shop could clearly see what was under the oilcloth.

Looking at the six 14.7 mm caliber gun barrels forming a circle, looking at the densely packed ammunition belts with thousands of rounds of ammunition, looking at the shiny gun body, and looking at him with a smile from behind the car.

Lincoln, the gun shop owner suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He originally thought Lincoln was an Asian who wanted to come over and buy a gun, so he had the time to shamelessly mock him. But what did he see now?

Lincoln, who he thought didn't have a gun in his hand, actually launched a Gatling with his backhand?

Damn it! You have a gun, couldn't you have told me earlier?! Are you going to shove the barrel of the gun into your face after being rejected?

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the gun shop owner felt a hundred thousand MMPs in his heart, and his whole body started to tremble.

His own family knows his own affairs.

In order to cope with possible attacks, gun shops feel that the defense standards are very high, but no matter how high the rules are, they are just like paper in front of heavy machine guns like Gatling.

When this thing is turned, even a cement wall a few centimeters thick can be easily penetrated into a sieve. With all the defensive measures he has taken, it will probably be violently torn apart in a matter of minutes.

And the more dangerous situation now is that not only his shop may be torn apart, but also him as a person.

Thinking of this possibility, the gun shop owner suddenly panicked and hurriedly took down the sign he had hung before. Then he looked at Lincoln with a friendly look: "Hey brother, do you need anything? It's dangerous outside, I can give it to you.

Something to protect yourself.”

From the moment Lincoln took out his machine gun, the boss knew that this was going to be a mess.

In this case, instead of letting this guy stand guard in front of your door and give you hundreds of rounds of bullets when the time comes, it's better to take action now and give him some benefits in advance to send him away.

The gun store is a hugely profitable industry. If he gives away some things, he won't lose much, but it's better than losing his life.

Lincoln was very satisfied with his boss's attitude.

So, ten minutes later, Lincoln left with a full backpack and the gun shop owner's eyes showed pain and a hint of heart palpitations.

Gun? He didn't ask for a gun, he just prepared some bombs.

(End of chapter)