Zhou Jinru has a rigid shield that cannot be broken by Originium bombs, let alone these ordinary people who temporarily act as bandits?
He has gone through a series of hand-to-hand combat training with operators who are proficient in close combat. His level is not top-notch, but there is no problem in using it for self-defense.
A series of factors were added together, and Zhou Jinru, who was unarmed, became the most aggressive person, while ordinary people with weapons were the weak ones.
After easily knocking down three people, Zhou Jinru shook his fist. He looked at the bandit who had never dared to fire a crossbow. The other man was retreating little by little, and his companions were also retreating. After a few seconds, fear took over. They turned around and ran away, quickly disappearing from the edge of Zhou Jinru's emotion detection range.
"Long-term malnutrition has resulted in a thin body, further weakening the ability to withstand blows. Living in a hopeless city for many years has led to a lack of self-confidence, let alone a stand and a firm will."
Are these people living in the Rust Belt?
Zhou Jinru didn't have time to make another call at this time. He abandoned the few people who fell to the ground and ran to the bar quickly. He was more worried about Yan Ke's safety and knew whether Yan Ke had been harsh in talking before.
But as he approached the bar, his expression couldn't help but change, and he found a large number of emotional sources piled together.
"Who are they?!"
When I came closer, I saw a bunch of people holding standard weapons gathered in front of the bar. They were guards, maybe. They didn't have uniform uniforms. They were members of the club. Their discipline was frighteningly high, and they looked like regular soldiers. Momentum.
At the door of the bar, an old man with gray hair was standing there with a cane. He saw Zhou Jinru approaching with a smile on his face: "Mr. Aguang, I was just about to think of a way to rescue you, but I didn't expect you to have run out."
"Mr. Timos, it's so late, why..."
Zhou Jinru stepped forward, pointed at the guards in front of the door, and pretended that he didn't know anything.
This old man is Russell, the actual controller of St. Aral. There is no trace of sadness or joy in his cloudy eyes: "I passed by here by chance and happened to meet some robbers who were blocking the road, so I asked my men to teach them a lesson. , I didn’t expect to meet you.”
Zhou Jinru looked behind Russell and saw several headless corpses lying scattered in the bar hall. Blood sprayed from the neck cavity and splashed everywhere, giving off an unpleasant smell of blood.
"This is not an easy lesson."
Russell nodded slightly: "I gave them a chance to start a new life."
At this time, two murderous guards escorted a middle-aged man with a pale face to them. One of Russell's men came over with a tray. In the tray were blue banknotes stained with blood, which were clearly Longmen coins.
Zhou Jinru glanced over, no more, no less, it was exactly what he paid the bartender.
"Mr. Aguang, he stole your money. He admitted it himself. Now it returns to its original owner."
A fierce light flashed in Russell's slender eyes: "As for him, he should start a new life."
Before Zhou Jinru could react, blood suddenly appeared, and the head of a middle-aged man rolled down. The headless body fell to the ground and twitched. The hot blood splashed on the cold ground and continued to spread.
Snap, snap, snap.
"I really admire Mr. Russell for convincing people with reason."
Zhou Jinru smiled and applauded.
He asked: "I still have a companion, I don't know how he is."
"He's fine. He's waiting for you in the car in front. This isn't the right place to talk. Why don't we go together?"
Only then did Zhou Jinru notice the car parked on the opposite side of the road. He made a "please" gesture and walked side by side with Russell.
"Mr. Aguang, I'm old and don't like those advanced gadgets. You don't mind, do you?"
"To be honest, I don't like it either."
When they walked to the car door, a guard had already opened the car door. It seemed that Russell was planning to take a car with Zhou Jinru.
Zhou Jinru didn't mention a word about the suitcase he bought. He pretended that it had never happened. Everyone in the bar was dead, so why did he ask?
The car drove slowly, with a slight bump. The road conditions after the earthquake were not good, so the speed was extremely slow.
Russell spoke first: "Mr. Aguang, I'm sorry for what happened to Bai. This old city is in chaos. It's really embarrassing for you to be kidnapped by some unknown robbers. I am willing to offer mercy to Rhodes in the name of mercy." Island Pharmaceuticals donated a fund to express its apology.”
Zhou Jinru pretended not to understand: "Mr. Timos, the people who kidnapped me are our old friends from Rhode Island. Haven't you heard of them?"
"Yeah?"
Russell opened his cloudy eyes, and spoke doubtful words from his wrinkled and chapped lips: "I clearly remember that they were an emerging force in St. Aral. There was an earthquake at that time. Mr. Aguang must have seen it wrong, right?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong."
Zhou Jinru did not emphasize it any further. He realized that Russell was using his own methods to cover up the integration movement, and when he thought of Saint-Aral's tacit approval of the people of the Rust Belt to join the integration movement, it was meaningless no matter how much he emphasized the integration movement.
"I don't care which society carried out the kidnapping. We will leave Saint-Aral soon. I hope I don't bring you any trouble."
Zhou Jinru considered the words. What was before him was a behemoth, a behemoth that even Colombian officials were unwilling to face. It was even less possible for him to do any collision.
Compared with what the integration movement wants to do, what Zhou Jinru is thinking about now is very simple. He must ask Seria to take away Hemo and others. If Hemo doesn't want to leave, then knock him out and take him away. This place is no less dangerous than when he was there. The satellite city is surrounded by Sakaz forces.
Seeing that Zhou Jinru was no longer entangled, Russell laughed and said: "Mr. Aguang, I was born here. I know every plant, tree and brick here. My father was a worker leader in the sailing era. My surname, I My family and my bloodline are firmly tied to this place. As long as I am still here, St. Aral and Rhode Island will always be close friends."
"I am very honored."
Zhou Jinru said sincerely.
There was a faint smile on his face: "I once met some children, children, they are not old enough to go to school. I heard them keep getting on the boat. What is going on? If they really want to get on the boat and watch Look, I can arrange for them to go to the Rhode Island Landspeeder for a week, or even a month.”
"Hahahaha, can you take what the children say seriously? Get on the boat... Haha, get on the boat."
Russell's fingers tapped on the car window, and his tone was extremely melancholy: "Getting on the ship is something that people in the Rust Belt have been longing for from birth to death, a thing that is out of reach."
"Mr. Aguang, would you like to listen to me talk for a few words?"
