Martial Arts Master

After leaving Jinwale Bar, Lou Cheng did not go directly to San Jose Street. He ran all the way for Lin Que's matter. He had not taken in any water or rice. At this time, his mouth was dry and his stomach was rumbling. Although he would not lose his fighting power, he still had no food. The state is definitely not at the top, and the next goal is quite strange. There may be some danger hidden, so you must be fully prepared!

Looking at the darkening sky, he condensed a piece of ice crystal, stuffed it into his mouth, and melted it with the warmth of his tongue. It was both refreshing and refreshing, and moisturizing at the same time.

"According to the map given by the military, there should be a small food market nearby, open from six to eight o'clock..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself and slowly scanned the surroundings. He didn't find any restaurants, and there were even a lot of food on the entire street. There are no more than five stores open.

He didn't look back for Vega. He followed his memory, occasionally looked at pictures, and came around to a ruins that seemed to have been bombed by planes.

The dim light of dusk shines here, illuminating the figures in the hiding place blurryly.

Stall owners came one after another from all directions, each occupying designated positions. They were fully armed and had their guns loaded, for fear of encountering desperate customers.

Lou Cheng looked around and saw compressed biscuits, small bags of flour, and cans with labels in Chinese characters.

"Can you give me two cans of beef?" A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with messy hair and good features walked over Lou Cheng and walked to a bearded stall owner. She stared at the "tin box" His eyes were like those of a hungry wolf that had finally found its prey and couldn't bear to move away even a moment. With his hearing intact, it was easy to detect the sound of swallowing saliva.

The stall owner glanced at her and said with a smile in broken English:

"As long as you have Chinese or American banknotes, or gold, or guns."

"I didn't..." the girl's voice lowered, and then she seemed to have made up her mind, "I, I can sleep with you, as long as two cans, beef..."

The stall owner looked her up and down and finally said, "Okay, but you have to wait until the end."

"Can, can you give me one first?" the girl asked eagerly.

"Come to me." The stall owner pointed to the seat next to him, "You have to stay with me for two days!"

"Okay, okay!" The girl walked around and took an open can with bright eyes. She didn't care about taking the knife and fork. She knelt down and grabbed a piece of glistening beef, stuffed it into her mouth, and devoured it. The stall owner patted her breasts and buttocks like he was weighing goods, and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng couldn't help but think of his cousins, Qi Yunfei, Chen Xiaoxiao and Ma Xi. They were about the same age as the girl in front of him. They were wandering on campus, busy with their studies, worrying about whether to lose weight or not, and whether to do homework or copy homework. , soy milk or milk for breakfast, whether you love me or not, etc.

For a moment, Lou Cheng's mood fluctuated, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He looked away, changed stalls, and said in a low voice:

"Give me ten cans, twenty bags of compressed biscuits, and..."

The stall owner was stunned for a few seconds, then silently took out a silly, thick, black calculator, and pressed it for a long time before he came up with the answer.

Lou Cheng doesn't like similar items in China, so he doesn't know the normal price, but he believes that the increase here is at least five times or even ten times.

He took out his wallet, emptied out the money, and divided some from the gold given by the military before paying off the bill.

Taking the food wrapped in an old newspaper, he opened a non-self-heating can of beef and was about to enjoy it when he heard a kind reminder from the stall owner:

"This canned food tastes better if you try to freeze it, and the gravy-based jelly, Gulu... The Jinvale Bar on Tutans Street has a refrigerator and its own generator. You can borrow it for a small fee..."

As he spoke, the stall owner couldn't help but lick his lips.

Lou Cheng nodded slowly, holding the old newspaper wrapped with the rest of the food in one hand, white frost filled the other hand, and quickly froze the canned food.

With a flick of his wrist, a piece of beef and its jelly shot up into the sky and flew into his mouth.

Not bad... Lou Cheng turned around and left while chewing.

The stall owner was dumbfounded, starting with the cold cans.

He is not an ignorant poor person who has access to food, so he naturally knows what this means!

This, this is the strongest among the strong!

When people like this come to the market, who dares to take their money? They don’t have the consciousness to pay!

This is the rule of Tines, the universal rule!

After a long time, he looked at Lou Cheng's back and then at his own stall, feeling very happy in his heart.

He found a random wall on the edge of the ruins and sat down on it. Lou Cheng started eating without wasting time.

When there were only two cans left, five bags of compressed biscuits, and three bottles of drinking water, he rewrapped them and walked outside the market. Along the way, he saw many children staring at the passers-by with pleading expressions. , hoping to get some food.

Lou Cheng sighed secretly and threw the remaining food to different children, not looking at their surprised expressions or paying attention to the disputes that resulted.

This is a war-torn area.

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172 San Jose Avenue.

There were old bullet marks at the entrance, and many of the nearby glass windows were damaged. Lou Cheng put his hands in his pockets and walked up the mottled stairs step by step. His posture was calm and his expression was relaxed, like an invited visitor.

His "Ice Heart" has been formed, and his spirit can naturally sense the situation about ten meters around him - for a strong Waigang person, after penetrating the world, his spirit will definitely mutate and cover a wider area. Similar abilities are common characteristics, but practicing "hole" "Enemy Bingxin", the effect will be clearer and the range will be larger.

When passing by the fifth floor, Lou Cheng did not stop and continued to climb. Just by "passing by", the scenes in the walls and rooms were reflected in his mind:

There are tattered sofas and tables with various empty cans, some of which have not been lost for a long time and have grown hair...

No one was there... Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully, walked around on the sixth floor and returned to the ground floor. He came to the opposite side, leaned in the shadow, and stared at the entrance.

It was already dark at this time, and the street without street lights was completely dark. Only the apartments on both sides had some candlelight.

If we were in China, on such a street, there must be at least two barbecue vendors, one selling braised meat, one making fried rice, and one 24-hour supermarket... The roadside must be full of tables, the aroma is overflowing, and wine bottles stand side by side... ...Haha, I can't see such a scene now. After all, everything is for environmental protection, for a green and clean world, at most there are still 24-hour supermarkets... Lou Cheng leaned his back against the wall, put his hands in his pockets, because of the surrounding Deserted and dilapidated are associated with each other.

The same sky, but two lives.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly focused and he saw the mysterious strong man in the video return. He was wearing a black trench coat, his face showed no expression at all, and his green eyes were like those of a wild beast.

Watching the other party enter No. 172, Lou Cheng was not in a hurry to follow him. He waited for a while before stretching his muscles and planning to pass.

At this moment, the mysterious strong man with blond hair and blue eyes came down again and walked towards the other end of the street.

Lou Chengbing's heart was clear and his spirit spread. He was dozens of meters away, hanging his opponent from a distance with his hands in his pockets, and used the secret method of cultivation.

Turn left, go straight, and go around right. The mysterious strong man with blond hair and blue eyes seemed to be completely unaware of anything unusual.

Ten minutes later, he came to a ruins on the outskirts of the city, where he could vaguely see the appearance of a factory. The buildings collapsed and the steel was torn apart.

Suddenly, the mysterious strong man with blond hair and blue eyes turned around like a whirlwind, cast his cold gaze on Lou Cheng, and locked onto him.

Can he notice this? It's indeed a bit weird... Lou Cheng thought calmly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Two more people jumped down from the second floor of the ruined factory. One was dark-skinned, short, with black hair and black eyes. The other had light yellow eyebrows and one light blue eye.

They may be melting into the night, or they may be built up with muscles. They look different, but they have a similar temperament, the same temperament as the mysterious strong man with blond hair and blue eyes!

Rigid, not agile enough, weird and scary!

The blond and blue-eyed strong man saw his companion blocking Lou Cheng's retreat, and said without any fluctuation in his tone:

"A nasty and troublesome stalker."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his two companions and continued to speak in a voice without cadence:

"The response speed of the Tignes security police is thirty minutes, the city defense team is fifteen minutes, and the nearby strong men are five minutes."

"No. 4, No. 6, the battle will be over within five minutes."

Number four, number six? Lou Cheng frowned slightly and took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, with the remaining coin between his fingers.

Zheng!

The coin bounced high into the air.