When the bartender reminded the leader of this settlement that he didn't like Chinese people, Zhou Qingfeng not only didn't get angry, but he was very happy. This is like "you can't find anything even if you break through iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here". The rejection of Chinese people must have something to do with the Chinese people.
Get in touch.
“Are there other Chinese in this settlement?”
"No."
"Where are the Chinese?"
"have no idea."
"Why doesn't your boss like Chinese people?"
Faced with the last question, the bartender did not answer. Instead, he looked at Zhou Qingfeng suspiciously again and asked: "Are you Chinese from somewhere else?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng took out a gold coin and stuffed it into it, "Tell me, where are the Chinese in Angola?"
Glancing at the gold coins on the table, the bartender turned them around in his hand. He glanced at Zhou Qingfeng again, then took a wine bottle and a cup from the wine rack, poured half a cup, pushed it to Zhou Qingfeng, and said: "
Drink your wine and leave quickly. Don't meddle in things that have nothing to do with you."
The wine tasted quite strong, a rare good wine. Zhou Qingfeng praised with a "Wow": "You actually still have wine? This is very rare. I am even more curious about the life here."
Funny..., the bartender frowned and labeled Zhou Qingfeng in his heart. He wanted to give Zhou Qingfeng some advice, but a young man suddenly rushed in from outside the bar and shouted in a panic: "
Oh no, Ben’s people are here.”
As soon as the name 'Bane' was spoken, the originally dull atmosphere was suddenly activated. Amidst the noise of tables and chairs being moved, twenty or thirty people stood up in the bar, all holding guns, and the crowd was excited.
Amidst the noise, the sound of brakes sounded outside the bar. As heavy footsteps came, the bar door was pushed open with a clang, and several burly men strode in from the outside.
A group of people came in, completely turning a blind eye to the numerous gunmen in the bar. The leader, wearing a leather jacket with a metal chain, swaggered to the bar and sat directly next to Zhou Qingfeng. With a sneer on his face, he grabbed the cup
He put the wine for Zhou Qingfeng into his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
The bartender, who had been quite indifferent to Zhou Qingfeng just now, immediately changed his expression. Everyone in the bar also had solemn faces, but no one dared to act rashly. It was obvious that they were extremely afraid of this group of guys who suddenly broke in. But at this time...
"Hey..., that's my wine." Zhou Qingfeng shouted like a newbie, "I sold it for one gold coin, you have to compensate me."
The man in leather jacket was staring at the bartender behind the bar with great momentum. The bartender was forced back half a step by the small but powerful intruder. The latter did not dare to lean on the bar and was quite nervous.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingfeng intervened and the tense atmosphere created by the leather-clad man suddenly disappeared. The bartender changed from facing the leather-clad man's power to watching a show, and his psychological pressure was greatly reduced.
The man in leather had to turn his head to look at Zhou Qingfeng, then at the bartender, and asked with disdain: "Where did this kid come from?"
"We... are friends of our boss." The bartender stammered. It was obvious that he wanted to add an 'identity' to Zhou Qingfeng to prevent him from becoming the target of the man in leather.
"Hehehe..." The leather-clad man leaned on the bar with his elbows. When he looked at Zhou Qingfeng, he sneered: "That stinky bitch Dongshuang collects all kinds of rubbish. Hasn't she always had conflicts with the Chinese? When did she change her mind?
Already?"
"Don't change the subject, I'll let you pay for my drink. Didn't your father teach you the most basic manners? Or does your mother not know who your father is?" Zhou Qingfeng ignored the other party's sarcasm and bad face, tapping with his fingers.
Hit the bar and keep the focus of the problem on that glass of wine.
"Boy, do you want to die for a glass of wine?" The man in leather immediately looked angry and was on the verge of explosion. The burly man behind him even took a few steps forward and half-surrounded Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone felt that
This strange Asian guy is a bit silly.
But this time Qingfeng didn't move or say a word, but the two sisters Irene and Ellie who were standing on the other side stood up. The sister suddenly put out an M214 rotating machine gun in her hand. This is a lightweight version of the M134. Use point 22
With three bullets and two hundred rounds of ammunition, it only weighs more than ten kilograms.
The machine gun was originally stored in my sister's backpack, and could be easily pulled out by pulling the zipper. As long as the button was pressed, the six barrels in the receiver would eject all the bullets in the blink of an eye.
"Don't move, otherwise it won't be us who die." The two sisters may seem weak, but they are now Zhou Qingfeng's bodyguards, their combat effectiveness has been doubled, they are fast and stable, and they must not be underestimated. Moreover, they are very close to Zhou Qingfeng.
For such a long time, the two girls' families have been imbued with a hot temper.
The door of the bar shook slightly, and 'Dogmeat' also rushed in from the outside without any sound. It growled lowly, and its cold electronic eyes stared at the target in front of it with a faint light.
This situation has become unbearable, and the bartenders who were originally confronting each other in the bar are a little stupid. They gathered here tonight to fight against the "Bane" group, but now the "Bane" people are here, and the trouble has been
Another group of people suddenly appeared and grabbed it.
The man in leather clothes also felt shocked and frightened. He was confident that he was going to convince the residents of this settlement, but he didn't know that 'Cheng Yaojin' appeared halfway and actually started a fight with him over a glass of wine. This man looked like
He is a fool, but the M214 behind him, which is ready to go, is not easy to deal with.
The rate of fire of the six barrels of the M214 is 6,000 rounds per minute. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds will be sprayed out, leaving no place to hide.
The burly men behind the leather-clad man were inevitably a little uneasy. What they wanted to bully others was their momentum, but they were afraid of young people who knew nothing but dared to do anything.
"We are the boss of 'Ban'." The man in leather wanted to remind Zhou Qingfeng, but when he said this, he was actually a bit weak.
"I don't know Ben, I want you to pay for my wine." Zhou Qingfeng refused at all.
The man in the leather jacket was so angry that he hated such fearless opponents and had no way to deal with them. He could only hatefully take out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and slap them on the bar, then turned around and shouted angrily
: "Boy, just wait. You will get to know us soon."
The burly men walked in aggressively, but were forced to leave in disgrace. They banged the bar door, obviously out of anger.
Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to pay attention to these gangsters. He picked up the handful of gold coins dropped on the table, picked one and looked at it under the light. The mark on it was very rough, and it should have been cast privately by local forces.
At this moment, the bartender didn't know what words to use to express his feelings. They were facing a big trouble, and they didn't have the confidence to deal with it calmly. But now... they have even less confidence.
"Bane's people will come again." The bartender's face turned a little pale. "Those guys are very vindictive. They were forced to leave this time. More people will definitely come next time."
"It seems that you are very afraid of that group of people." Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Where is your leader? Can't she lead you out of trouble?"
"Sister Dongshuang has gone to deal with you Chinese," the bartender said angrily.
"Where are the Chinese people you are talking about? Is there any conflict with them? I am actually looking for my compatriots." Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"It seems that you are really from outside. Your compatriots control Angola's food supply, and we rely on selling items cleared from the ruins of the city in exchange for food. But the exchange ratio stipulated by your compatriots is too low, which makes our lives
Very difficult."
"What about Ben's people?"
"They want to replace us in controlling this ruined settlement and control our supply of goods to trade with the Chinese."
"So where are my compatriots? Maybe I can help you solve some problems."
"Your compatriots are very careful about transactions. They have been hiding themselves and never letting anyone know where the base is? Otherwise, they who control the food supply would have died long ago. But maybe our boss has some clues."
Regarding the bartender's words, Zhou Qingfeng pursed his lips and said, "It seems I have to wait for your boss to come back."