Bulwark of Light

Chapter 99 Rabies

Gu Shen is not drunk.

From start to finish, he’s all sober.

So the entire group on the street, from appearing to stopping, he could hear every word, and even every word, clearly.

The man surrounded by circles, as can be seen from the bright clothes, this is definitely not a person living in the old city… It must be a big man who is pampered in the Core Zone of most of the city, because he Between the lines and between the eyes, there is contempt, depreciation, and contempt for people at the bottom.

It’s just that such a person is not the first person Gu Shen has seen.

What is this… humiliation, abuse, mockery?

If you care, that’s all.

But Gu Shen never cares, he has no time, energy, and capital to care.

So just treat it as someone who put a piece of shit next to your ear, and it will dissipate automatically when the wind blows.

He patted the crow’s back with a calm expression, “Go.”

“wait a minute”

Song Ci wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet It was easy to take a sigh of relief, and the alcohol from the sobering lion spread all over the body, straight to the heavenly spirit, and the whole person was dizzy. He leaned on the wall and barely straightened up: “What did the hanging man just say? Did he scold us? “

The crow’s voice was loud and rough.

The voice immediately attracted the attention of the other side.

“…”

The old cowboy squinted his eyes and let out a long breath of smoke.

Just now in the abandoned factory building, he was always suppressed by a higher-level extraordinary power, which made him feel a wave of anger in his heart, and now he just saw a drunkard who was rude to him…

He silently picked up the shotgun and walked towards the drunken duo over there.

Zhao Qi was laughed and did not stop him.

Now he is not in a hurry anymore, with his arms around him, leaning against the wall still calm and composed while handling pressing affairs, with a faint smile on his face, quietly waiting for the next good show to be staged …cleaning up trash and beating wild dogs, he doesn’t bother to do that, just because it gets his hands dirty.

Gu Shen frowned, calmly watching the silhouette approaching from the far end of the alley.

It really deserves to be a big city, who has it. This cowboy man with a pipe makes no secret of the big shotgun he carries on his shoulder…that big gun gives him an extremely powerful oppression, The blazing fire between the eyebrows even has a strong urge to emerge.

In trouble.

“tsk tsk…transcender ah…”

Even if he is drunk, the deepest battle awareness in the crow’s heart is still sober, he is a man in the bones, even if he is drunk Even when he is unconscious, he will not forget the instinct of fighting and fighting.

The cowboy frowned, in his opinion, the image of himself carrying a shotgun is enough to deter most drunkards.

I believe that when the barrel of the gun is placed on the opponent’s head, even a drunkard who has drunk a ton of alcohol will instantly sober up.

He carried the gun.

The silent muzzle rests on the stiff motorcycle helmet.

“Aha… bro… don’t point this thing at me…”

Surprisingly, even with the shotgun to the head, the drunken man on the opposite side is still full of His face was calm, but his voice reminded kindly: “Eastern Continent has expressly stipulated that good citizens are not allowed to wear guns on the streets.”

Cowboy coldly said: “You think I look like a good citizen. Is it?”

“Well…that makes sense.”

The crow reached out to hold the barrel of the gun, slowly moved it aside, and whispered in a lazy tone, “Here is the inside of the gun. 12-gauge red and silver bullets, right? Don’t let it go, I’m not kidding you with this shot… it will kill people.”

The cowboy was stunned.

From the moment the crow’s finger touched the barrel of the gun, a huge pressure was transmitted from the barrel to his whole body.

It was as if a pair of big hands were pressing on his shoulders, the heavy pressure made him feel like a quagmire, and the finger on the trigger couldn’t move even a millimeter… No, not only can’t Pulling the trigger, he found it hard to even breathe.

Damn it!

He looked at the man in front of him in horror, but he could only see the drunken but smiling eyes in the motorcycle helmet.

This is a transcender…and a very strong transcender!

The actions of the cowboy were not unusual in the eyes of the accomplices on the other side of the alley.

The big gun is already on the head of the drunk, what else can be abnormal?

The crow tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed to the man surrounded by a group in the distance. It was not good to drink too much alcohol. The image of that guy was blurred in his eyes. times, I don’t know if I’m right.

Song Ci whispered vaguely: “Remember what I said just now? That guy must be a big guy. It will be very cool to punch him in the face.”

Gu Shen looked at him with a complicated expression.

“Do you want to fight?” Crow grinned, and he suggested in a low voice, “the kind that run away after a fight.”

There is something in a person like Crow. An inexplicable charisma, he would run like an ostrich in the old town wearing flip-flops, and fiercely smash the teeth of the man who slandered him in front of his face.

He lives in a well-ordered metropolis, but what he does deviates from these rules and regulations.

Since this environment cannot be changed, then I simply use my own actions to hold up a big middle finger to the people at the top of the Dadu Pyramid.

A punch in the face of the big man.

It wasn’t just a few teeth that were broken.

is the rule for aloof and remote.

Gu Shen was silent for a moment. When the old cowboy came, maybe only ten steps away, he asked himself such a question.

Is there ever a time when I had the same urge as a crow, wanting to smash my fist into the face of a big man who hated it?

Perhaps the lion sobering is not without effect.

At least in this brief moment, Gu Shen felt like a pair of eyes that had never been opened in his body, his blood became hot and boiling, and it seemed like a lion had woken up in his body.

Then the young man asked in a loud voice: “Can you fight?”

The crow happily responded: “Of course.”

Gu Shen asked again: “Running Got it?”

Crow said with a smile: “Of course!”

“So…”

Gu Shen obediently and honestly said: ” I want to give it a try.”

The moment the voice fell to the ground.

The raven squatted up abruptly, punched the cowboy man’s chin with a heavy blow, the trigger of the shotgun twitched with great difficulty in this brief moment, and a loud bang broke the silence of the long night, and the gun barreled out. The large bullet that roared out deviates from its original trajectory, swishing across Song Ci’s motorcycle helmet and whistling, directly smashing the street lamps on the side of the alley to pieces. And the teeth blurted out, and the shroud debris fell down one after another.

This scene shocked Zhao Qi and the accompanying transcenders.

“Get in the car.”

The crow straddled the motorcycle, the accelerator was twisted, and the off-road tires roared furiously on the ground, like a horse that could run away at any time The Mustang, Gu Shen reacted extremely fast, turned over and sat in the back seat at the moment when the crow opened his mouth, accompanied by the broken and scattered lights, the front half of the huge horsepower red motorcycle was lifted high, towards the corner of the street. The small wall of the slammed into—

“Quick—protect—”

Zhao Qi’s voice just opened.

The word “I” has not been exported.

All that was left was a huge black shadow.

It was a huge heavy motorcycle, covering almost all of Zhao Qi’s field of vision.

All this happened so fast, no one would think that a drunken alcoholic could plan such a precise course of action on the premise of clearly finding the direction, and someone would pull out his waist. Jian Changdao was ready to fight back, but in the next instant, he was kicked upside down by the drunken man on the motorcycle. The formidable power of this kick was greater than the red and silver bullets of the shotgun. The walls were all collapsed, and the person who drew the sword had lost consciousness, and half of his body was embedded in the broken wall.

Recalling the previous end of the cowboy, everyone was stunned. Young Master Zhao said that this drunk was a wild dog, but now it seems that this is an out-and-out mad dog.

So a funny and ironic scene appeared——

The “loyal” guards brought by Young Master Zhao in the old city at night, almost no one at the critical moment Really dare to risk your life to stop that motorcycle, the high-pitched roar of the motorcycle, all the way to crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

One after another silhouette was thrown out.

The brave man who meets in the narrow alley wins, and the idea of retreating is not worthy of winning this narrow alley duel!

In the end, only Zhao Qi, who was lonely and helpless, looked at the huge black shadow in anger, panic, and fear…

In front of his eyes, there finally appeared. fist.

What makes him happy is that this is not the big fist of the drunken mad dog, but the youngster from the back seat of the motorcycle…that face is full of simplicity, kindness, and be Youngster eager to have a try.

Some things can’t be resisted, you can only choose to accept…

This youngster’s fist doesn’t look very big, It shouldn’t be so painful, right?

“hong”!

Zhao Qi felt that his cheek was hit by a heavy hammer, and all his consciousness was chiseled out of his body. He seemed to feel the trembling of his skeleton and the twitching of his facial muscles.

The fist is not big.

But it’s hard.

He seemed to be flying, at least with his feet off the ground.

Flying lightly.

A heavy fall.

The bustling long street ushered in a long silence with the sound of the last gas pedal, and two mad dogs galloped away amid the angry scolding of the old town residents. .

“How do you feel?!”

Song Ci twisted the accelerator and twisted his body. He whistled happily, celebrating the victory of the carnival.

The old town in the middle of the night has been left far behind, the broken alley lights, and the old mottled walls are hidden in the dark night, and the motorcycle is heading for the desolate suburbs, here Silent as if it were heaven.

Youngster sitting in the back seat did not respond for a long time.

Gu Shen just stared at his fist silently, there were some blood stains on his fist… These are not his own, they belonged to that rich pampered young master.

He used fire to wrap his fist.

Before he started, he considered the possible troubles caused by punching. The fire burned the biological breath that might be left on the scene, the crow’s vomit, and the fingerprints left inadvertently.

Hit, run, and never see again.

“You’re right…”

Gu Shen put out a breath lightly and said with a smile: “It’s really cool to beat the powerful.”

(End of this chapter)