Walking under the yellowish light of the street lamp, the cold wind blowing in his face made Yang Tianyi tighten his tight black windbreaker.
A custom-made micro submachine gun was pinned to his thigh. The cold touch transmitted to his skin through his pants and the five 30-round magazines on his waist gave him enough confidence to go out at night.
This microram that still used gunpowder bullets was the weapon he found in the store that was most suitable for the current situation.
To put it simply, those with stronger firepower than it are smaller than it, and those with smaller bodies are not as powerful as it.
The all-black matte gun body and the simple and lightweight sights immediately caught Yang Tianyi's heart. Although the gunpowder bullets will make a huge sound when fired, after the interstellar era silencer is installed, this micro-charged gun Gunfire is almost negligible.
Although it may seem exaggerated to others to go drinking with a fully loaded micro-gun, for Yang Tianyi, who is new to the country, if the rocket launcher can be shrunk into a pocket, then going drinking with a rocket launcher is not something he can do. is absolutely acceptable.
In fact, he originally wanted to put two frag grenades into his pocket, but the only box of frag grenades in the store had been judged unusable by the system due to poor preservation. Yang Tianyi, who was afraid of being blown to pieces by the scrapped grenades, still held back. No attempt to fix these dangerous guys.
However, there is also a box of electromagnetic pulse grenades in excellent condition for use in the store. If you throw one of these little guys specially designed to paralyze electronic equipment, the power systems of several surrounding streets will be paralyzed instantly.
Shaking his head to drive away the grenades spinning in his mind like little angels, Yang Tianyi found that he had arrived at the door of the bar.
There are no stereotypical colorful and dazzling lights, only a luminous board with a few human words printed on it is erected on the wall to serve as the sign of the bar.
The letters with lavender light made Yang Tianyi narrow his eyes slightly.
“Just Like Utopia”
What a fascinating description...
He thought this in his mind and walked forward to see how his old buddy's business was doing recently.
Two strong men with guns stood at the door. After seeing Yang Tianyi's face, they turned around and opened the door very naturally. A burst of rhythmic music came from behind the door.
After smiling and nodding his thanks to the two of them, a handsome figure in a black windbreaker stepped behind the door.
Drink early and go home early. Apart from homeless wanderers, there are only gangs or bounty hunters looking for trouble on the midnight streets of Fenhabennis.
At least that's the case here. I wonder if the area closer to the main control building will be more stable.
...
Garno is a bartender, to be precise, a rat bartender who is lame on one leg.
He was originally just a slave soldier who should have died on the streets long ago. His limping legs and feet came from a bullet that should have taken his master's life.
He took the bullet, but he lost one leg.
So he should have died on the streets long ago.
However, the owner of this bar felt sorry for him and picked him up from the street, healed the severely infected wound on his leg, and brought him back from hell.
But it was too late, his leg was still lame.
But before he was sold into slavery, Garno was a very good herbalist in his village.
In the words of the boss, a good herbalist can also become an excellent bartender.
Since then, Gano has been working in this bar to repay his gratitude to the boss. As long as food and accommodation are provided, he doesn't need a penny of salary or anything.
A somewhat bored Gano wiped his glass while scanning the situation in the bar with his round eyes. This pair of keen insightful eyes saved both himself and his master.
Now, he uses them to find interesting guests.
Unfortunately, the tables and chairs that he had arranged neatly and wiped clean were occupied by treasure hunters who knew how to hunt and kill, and the children of several small businessmen on the street were sitting around on the sofa, bragging and joking.
Means nothing.
But a black figure suddenly broke into Garno's sight.
This is interesting.
"Hey, Gano, same old thing."
The young and energetic Yang Tianyi has always been Gano's most anticipated guest. This young man whose parents have both died is not only generous and compassionate, but also has a good rapport with his former slave soldier.
After hearing the sound, Garneau turned around and opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of imported spirits from the United Nations of Earth and kept it at hand. Then he took out a square piece of transparent ice and began to carve it into a spherical shape.
The skillful technique prevented any of the splashing ice chips from falling on the guests. This is one of the reasons why Yang Tianyi likes Gano.
“Is Boss Mensa here?”
Sitting on the soft round stool at the bar, Yang Tianyi twisted his neck to stretch his muscles and breathed in the warm air around him.
The bar's electricity was stolen from a power plant that supplied residential areas. Because he didn't have to pay unreasonably high electricity bills, Boss Mensa was always generous with the heating.
"The boss is out."
Garneau concentrated on dealing with the ice in his hands, and the prototype of a hockey puck was quickly taking shape in his hands.
Yang Tianyi watched Garneau's highly performative carving technique with great interest, tapping his fingertips on the wooden tabletop.
Ganou felt his gaze, but did not raise his head, but continued to say softly: "You haven't been here for some time."
"Yeah yeah."
Touching his smooth chin with his other hand, Yang Tianyi began to carefully control his tone to make himself as similar as possible to the way his predecessor spoke.
He was definitely a regular at this bar. Not long after his parents were dead, the disintegrated arms company forced him to sell off his belongings and move to the company's first store.
This "Utopia" bar is the place where he spends the longest time on this street besides the second floor of the shop.
However, less than half a month has passed since the original body chose to lie at home doing nothing.
It’s no wonder that Garneau thought that Yang Tianyi had not been here for some time. After all, he had been sitting at the bar for several months chatting with Garneau about his life and ideals. This half-month absence could indeed be a reason for the lame bartender to worry.
"Your wine."
The taciturn Gano put the carved ice ball into the wine glass and poured amber liquid into it. The glass was pushed to Yang Tianyi by a clean-shaven hand.
Staring at the wine still rippling in the cup, Yang Tianyi's lips moved slightly.
Because of the low temperature sealing in the ice, the rich aroma of wine did not enter his nasal cavity, but this was exactly what he wanted.
Raising the glass and drinking it all in one gulp, Yang Tianyi pushed the glass back under Gano's surprised look, signaling for him to have another glass.
"Glad you're coming out of the shadows."
While pouring the wine, Gano recalled the sad-looking young man half a month ago.
"Gano, you said that if I had learned some skills from them, I wouldn't be in this situation now!"
"Gano, do you think they are still alive? In fact, this is all a test for me?"
"Gano..."
...
When Yang Tianyi opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the soft big bed in the bedroom.
After he had a few drinks last night, he chatted with Garneau as usual, and also mentioned that he had plans to reopen the store, but he didn't know if an arms store opening in such a remote street would have business.
Seeing that Yang Tianyi seemed to have really come out of the shadow of his parents' death, Gano smiled and encouraged him to try boldly, and said that Boss Mensa might just need a batch of arms recently.
If he thinks he has the strength, he can ask Boss Mensa to come and talk to him in detail today.
Yang Tianyi naturally accepted this unexpected surprise happily, and prepared all the weapons overnight. Except for some stocks that he planned to use for his own use, the rest of the weapons were placed on the shelves, waiting for Boss Mensa to come to purchase.
I believe that my goods will satisfy Boss Mensa.
How much firepower does a bar owner need?
