The Death Knell

So when Deathstroke carried the unconscious girl past these half-grown children and walked towards the city gate, he could feel the eyes falling on the two guns on his waist.

The gaze was so hot, as if it was going to melt the beautiful jade handle. The sallow-faced and skinny boys all showed greedy looks like wolves.

Young people are like this, they don't know their own worth, and they don't know what they can covet.

But the bald man who was assessing them could understand. His face full of vicissitudes of life was full of traces of time, with scars and bitter memories, but at this time only fear remained.

Because the one-eyed man looked at him like an evil ghost.

"Damn it! Little cubs, watch your eyes! Have you forgotten your father's name?! I'm going to poke your eyeballs out! Look at me, don't look around!"

He whipped the boys with whips and long sticks, shouting insults at them as if the boys' fathers were his mortal enemies.

But in fact, the father of these boys was his master and friend. When the adults went out to travel to unknown places, he stayed in the city to teach these children fighting skills, train their eyesight, and hold something like a slingshot. Simulate the use of a firearm and show them how powerful a revolver is.

Picking up a gun means a man's growth and the beginning of his destiny. He will face responsibilities and obligations and write different stories.

Coveting other people's guns often means the outbreak of an endless battle. For a gunslinger walking in the wasteland, guns are life.

If you want someone else's life, they will kill you first, even if this is the gate of the city.

After scolding the boys for a while, he gave Deathstroke a forced and ugly smile, his eyes full of pleading, because he had never seen this gunslinger who entered the city before, but he seemed to be surrounded by endless darkness and evil spirits. With.

These are often the most terrifying characters in the wasteland. Hunters often turn into beasts after hunting too much.

Of course Su Ming didn't say anything, he just carried the unconscious girl into the city. His attitude towards these poor people was also very simple. If you don't block the road, you won't die.

He was even in a good mood.

A powerful weapon destroyed almost all civilizations in the multiverse, and the multiverse was restarted, but now people are still hungry for weapons. Merlin's joke is quite funny.

After passing through the city gate, there was no one standing guard at the door, only skinny people hiding from the sun in the shadows.

Obviously, they were surprised to see a strange gunslinger, because the Jili area is the territory of Steven Deschamps. He is also the leader of the gunslingers here, and it is even said that he will become the king in the future.

And now a strange gunslinger appears. Who knows who this person works for? What's the purpose? Is the person carrying it alive or dead?

But they couldn't express their opinions, and even had to avoid the one-eyed man's gaze, because they had no weapons at all.

The last time Su Ming felt like this was when he pretended to be an alien sea god and sneaked into other people's homes. At that time, the fish-man monsters would poke themselves in the eyes when they saw him. The situation in front of him made him feel a little nostalgic.

Looking up at the dilapidated towers in the city, there are thin stone arch bridges connecting the towers. These old stone bridges are located more than fifty meters high in the sky and make a crying sound when the wind and sand blow by.

Some bridges are still barely intact, while others have been broken for some time, but even if they kill people in the city, no one will care.

The streets in the city are very narrow, and the stone roads underfoot are full of potholes. There is either excrement or garbage on the roadside. Maybe the weapons technology has gone back to the American West, but the sanitation level is probably not back to the Middle Ages.

"Who knows where there is a hotel?" Su Ming stopped and asked the three children who were talking and laughing against the wall on the roadside.

They should all be abandoned orphans, or they may have wandered from somewhere.

The first two children suffered from severe radiation sickness, their faces were rotten, and their smiles revealed an evil spirit; while the last one was a retarded man who could only giggle and had a fat face.

A boy who was only slightly better-looking than Wade looked up at Deathstroke's attire. He grinned, drooling brown, and raised his fingers that were crooked due to abscesses and fractures:

"One gold coin, and I'll show you the way."

"Huh, click." Su Ming pulled out the revolver, broke off the hammer, put the gun behind him and sneaked close to the head of the boy he wanted to take out his pocket: "Last question, where is the hotel?"

In this world, the revolver may be more threatening than the God Killer, because the natives cannot understand lightsabers, but they know that a gun can kill anyone with a headshot.

"Over there, turn left at that intersection. Please don't kill me, kind sir."

The simplicity of the people is not much different from that of Gotham. When you think they are leading beggars, they are actually thieves; when you think they are thieves, they are actually robbers.

But when you hold a gun against them, they are good kids.

The pistol turned beautifully and was put back into the holster. Su Ming turned around and left. These remnants of the world are so pathetic. There is no point in killing them.

Walking through the dry and dirty alley, feeling the eyes on his back, Deathstroke calmly came to the hotel and opened the Western-style trap door.

Like all hotels, there is a bar on the first floor, and the accommodation is upstairs. Even at noon, there are a lot of drunks here, and the atmosphere is very lively.

After all, the world is like this. What other good choice is there besides anesthetizing yourself? Not everyone can become a gunslinger. Most people are just farmers in their lives, the kind who don't have much land.

Scatter the seeds into the ground, pray for God's blessing, and then go home to sleep and wait.

What harvest can be achieved depends entirely on God's will.

It's not that they don't know about agriculture, they do, but the problem is that if they spend a lot of effort to take care of the crops, the crops will be stolen and eaten by mutant creatures at any time, or picked by someone passing by. .

No matter how much effort you put into it, it’s no different than relying entirely on God’s will. Who would be that fool?

When the gunslinger with a gun walked into the bar, the air became quiet, and even the drunkard's friends covered their mouths to prevent them from saying the wrong thing and bumping into the person they couldn't offend.

It wasn't until Su Ming carried someone to the bar, held the girl in his arms and sat down, that whispers gradually came from behind, bringing the bar back to life again.

"A glass of whiskey, a room, and I want to ask a few questions."

Su Ming didn't have the U.S. dollars or gold coins used in this world, but gold fragments were fine. He slapped a few soybean-sized gold pieces on the bar.

"Stranger, I wish you long days and refreshing nights." The owner of the hotel is a wizened old man. His fingers are like withered branches, but he collects money quickly and his blessings are sincere.

"I wish you a doubled harvest." Su Ming shook his head and answered the other party according to the custom here: "Now give me the wine, and then tell me where there are wizards or witches nearby."