Huh-huh - the short-haired man holding the gun has long been unable to pull the trigger. What he has to do now is to use all his strength to breathe in the air mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. His eyes roll up, and he can only open his mouth wide and think in vain.
Take a bite of air.
The blond old man's red eyes flashed with a cold light. He strangled the man's neck with his left hand wearing a white leather glove, and kept lifting his feet so that his feet were slightly off the ground. The old man was admiring his expression before death, and the words sticking out of his lips.
That yellow coating on the tongue...
Two waiters with winking eyes rushed over and opened the door of the bar. At the moment when the door was not completely open, a figure flew out of the door accurately, and the body landed in the middle of the street and bounced mechanically twice before becoming motionless.
The old man with blond hair and red eyes slowly took off a pair of white leather gloves and put them on the ground, because one of the gloves had a drop of blood on it. He loves to keep things clean. No matter how expensive the dirty gloves are, he will not wear them again.
He likes blood very much, but it is hard to find humans with healthy blood in the New Adventurer's Paradise. This is the most depressing thing for him, even more depressing than these provocateurs who want to die.
Two sneaky little men quickly ran up next to the body lying outside the gate. They began to reach out and touch the body, taking off shoes, stripping clothes and pants, and picking pockets... In short, they wanted anything valuable from the dead person.
, these people who specialize in wandering the streets and alleys to get benefits from corpses are called ghouls. They are the worst adventurers. In order to survive on this land, they found this not-so-bright job. As long as
If they can live here, they will have the opportunity to continue taking risks. Maybe one day a fortune will fall from the sky and hit them on the head.
Puff - two soft sounds came from the dark corner, and a little red and white water splash bloomed on the foreheads of the two ghouls who were busy next to the corpse. The two fell on their backs, with a flesh-turned flesh between their eyebrows.
Holes of blood and empty eyes seemed to be still confused by the loss of life.
This is the new adventurer's paradise. One second, you may be complacent about the windfall you are about to get, but the next second, you have turned into a corpse that is still warm. The law of the jungle where the weak can eat the strong is vividly reflected here, and the chapter of death is in every dark moment.
It was playing in the corner, and the deaths of the two ghouls were just two insignificant notes.
Two figures flashed out from the dark corners, holding a short gun with a silencer in their hands. They came to the corpse with a whistle. The two of them looked around warily, then bent down to pick up one of the corpses, just like helping someone.
Following a drunken friend, he shuffled and disappeared into the darkness. The door of the Red Teeth Bar creaked open, and a gray shadow jumped out from inside, disappearing like a flying dragon.
Some people say that there is only a thin line between heaven and hell, and the same is true in Adventurer's Paradise. The three most powerful underground forces in this land have been fighting openly and secretly for control for a day. Compared with the other two groups, the military is behind them.
The background force, Blood Wolf, is the real mercenary force. The other two companies once offered generous terms for Blood Wolf to form an alliance with them to jointly manage Adventurer's Paradise.
With the backing of the Blood God's Wings, the Blood Wolf doesn't want to see the other two underground forces at all, so much so that the leaders of the two major forces hold grudges and often call some adventurers who are willing to die to come to stir up trouble. This often annoys the bar owner.
, finally decided to take action to teach the mastermind behind the scenes a lesson.
Two armed men walked through the streets carrying the corpse, and soon reached the back door of a bar. One of them raised his hand and knocked on the door, then opened the door and walked in.
About two minutes later, a skinny old man wearing a gray robe appeared at the door of the neon-lit bar. He stopped and lifted the top hat on his head and looked up at the bar sign. Two gleams flashed in his red eyes.
, Bloody Tooth Bar.
The old man in gray robe narrowed his eyes, lowered the brim of his hat and walked into the bar door. He is the owner of Red Fang Bar, Yao Ye. Since he left at Lake Tugaka last time, he returned to the Wings of Blood God headquarters to report what he saw.
situation, but he was soon sent here by Dracula to establish a station, and he naturally became the owner of the Red Fang Bar.
Originally, Yao Ye came to teach the guy who often caused trouble for him, but now he changed his mind after seeing this very misleading bar. Things seemed not as simple as they seemed on the surface, so he decided to go in first to explore.
Make plans based on reality.
Walking into the bar, a strong and pungent smell of tobacco penetrated his nostrils. Yaoye raised his eyebrows. He smelled a different smell. It was the unique smell of heroin, a faint smell of cinnamon mixed with burning tobacco.
, it stands to reason that it is not a big deal if someone takes drugs in a bar, but it is not normal for the smell to be so strong.
Yao Ye quickly scanned the situation in the bar and found that there were quite a few people here. Most of the adventurers sitting in groups around the table were holding flavored cigarettes, but not many were drinking. No wonder there was such a crowd.
Strong strange smell.
At this moment, a young man dressed as a waiter walked up quickly and said with a smile: "Hello, sir, our bar is newly opened. As long as you show a valid mercenary certificate, you can enjoy the cigarettes and cigarettes provided by our bar for free."
Designated drinks, the mercenary level determines what kind of drinks you can drink."
"Do you still need to show proof of being a mercenary?" Yaoye thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What if he is not a mercenary? Will he not provide free cigarettes and drinks?"
There was a look of disdain on the waiter's face, he raised his head a little and said, "I'm sorry, we only accept mercenaries. If you don't have proof, we can only ask you out."
The population of Adventurer's Paradise is complex and diverse, and they are all dominated by migrant populations. Today, aboriginal people only account for less than 20%. The number of mercenaries is the largest, accounting for about one-third of the total number. Naturally, the combat effectiveness is also the same.
Mercenaries are the strongest, so it is abnormal to have a bar that only accepts mercenaries with certificates.
Although there are many mercenaries here, less than one-fifth of them actually have mercenary certificates. Only the top five mercenary groups in the world are eligible to issue such certificates. There is a relatively complete grade assessment system. This
Many so-called miscellaneous mercenaries are also excluded. The proven mercenaries in Adventurer's Paradise are truly strong men worthy of respect. They are far superior in all aspects such as weapons and equipment, physical fitness, combat survival skills, and knowledge mastery.
Those miscellaneous mercenaries, of course, the price of hiring them to do work will also increase accordingly.
Yao Ye expressionlessly reached out and took out a small green leather certificate from his pocket and handed it to the waiter. He asked in a low voice: "I wonder what kind of wine can be drunk at this level?"
The waiter took the certificate and spread it out for a look. When he looked at the old man, there was already a hint of awe in his eyes. The A-level mercenary certificate issued by the Green Shield Mercenary Group was the highest level he had ever seen.