The so-called war-torn place means that several people were killed on the street, and the gunfire was so loud that no one came to watch or call the police. Only the lights of many nearby houses suddenly went out.
After killing the three sailors who sneaked up on him from behind, Zuo Yi put Remington back into the space ring.
He continued walking along the street and soon came to the first intersection, then turned right into an alley.
After walking a hundred meters, we arrived at the Herring Bar.
Orange light shines through the dusty doors and windows, and you can faintly hear the music inside and the noise of the drinkers. An LED light sign hangs on the old oak door, which displays a very abstract line.
A herring pattern and a line of crooked English text.
Arriving at the door of the bar, Zuo Yi threw the cigarette butt he had just finished smoking on the ground, crushed it out with his toes, and reached out to push open the door of the bar.
Boiling voices, together with a heat wave mixed with various strange smells, hit your face!
Jingle bell bell!
The bell hanging behind the door frame rang, immediately attracting the attention of many people.
There are at least two to three hundred people in this bar, mostly rude sailors, tough mercenaries, fat-minded businessmen, drunken drunkards, and scantily clad bar girls.
There are whites, blacks, and brown-skinned locals among them, making people feel like they are on the set of an adventure movie.
There are two billiard tables at the end of the bar, and several people are playing.
Surprise, doubt, ridicule...
Zuo Yi ignored all the strange looks that fell on him and went straight to the bar.
There were still empty stools in front of the bar. Zuo Yi sat down and tapped on the bar: "Bring me a glass of whiskey."
The bartender was a burly black man with a bald head and one eye that was blind, covered with a black eyepatch.
He said calmly: "Ten dollars."
The Dominican Republic has been at war for years, and the national credit system has long since collapsed. Therefore, the currency issued in the past is like waste paper. Now the currency circulating in this country is US dollars.
Zuo Yi rubbed his fingers, "conjured up" a hundred-dollar bill and threw it on the counter: "No need to look for it yet."
The black bartender took a deep look at Zuo Yi, took the wine glass and bottle, and poured him a glass of whiskey.
Zuo Yi took the wine glass and took a sip. He sat on the stool and turned around, silently unfolding his mental network.
"Outlander..."
At this moment, a drunken drinker wearing a cowboy hat staggered over, with a contemptuous smile on his face and asked in a mocking tone: "Where are you from? Come on.
What are you doing here?"
As he spoke, he lifted up the leather jacket he was wearing, revealing the revolver stuck at his waist.
The drinkers next to me were laughing and laughing, their eyes full of gloating.
Zuo Yi drank all the whiskey in his glass, spit out the alcohol and said lightly: "I came from a far away place, and I came here to kill people?"
"kill?"
The cowboy drinker was stunned for a moment: "Who are you going to kill?"
Click!
The glass wine glass turned into countless fragments in Zuo Yi's hands, and he replied: "The beast of the True Knowledge Council."
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally bustling bar suddenly became very quiet. Only the coin-operated jukebox placed in the corner was still playing, and the air seemed to have solidified.
Everyone looked at Zuo Yi, most of them with extremely vicious, ferocious and ferocious eyes!
The next moment, at least forty or fifty drinkers drew out their weapons.
The violent killing intent surges like a tide!
"Die!"
The first one to strike was the cowboy drinker closest to Zuo Yi. He suddenly raised his fist and hit Zuo Yi's head hard, and the metal finger tiger he wore on his right hand drew a sharp light.
Snap!
His fist was caught by Zuo Yi's left hand, and his superhuman strength was like a mud cow sinking into the sea.
"ah!"
The cowboy drinker let out an earth-shattering scream. His whole body seemed to have been hit by a 10,000-pound hammer, and he suddenly flew backwards, knocking over countless wine tables.
While crushing the bones of the cowboy drinker's hand and knocking him away, Zuo Yi threw out the shards of glass he was holding.
The spiritual net he just unfolded has enveloped the entire bar and activated the detection aura. The light of the souls of everyone present was all present in his perception, and he could instantly distinguish the good and evil camps.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
Piercing screams suddenly sounded, and the drinkers who tried to attack Zuo Yi were hit in the head and heart by pieces of glass fragments, and fell down in large pieces.
Although it is an ordinary glass, after Zuo Yi poured the power of fighting spirit into it, it was like high-energy bullets that could easily penetrate even the hardest skull!
In Zuo Yi's perception, these people all glowed with black and red evil light, and they were enemies of his camp.
Killing them will not only not damage Zuo Yi's virtue, but will also gain a lot of power of faith.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Many drinkers who were not hit by the glass fragments pulled the trigger on Zuo Yi. All of them were carrying weapons, and some of them were extraordinary people.
However, not a single bullet could hit Zuo Yi, because his figure had disappeared on the spot, rushing into the crowd like a ghost and killing!
There is no need for any weapons. The fist is Zuo Yi's strongest weapon. No one can stop his light punch. They were all blown up on the spot and died in grotesque shapes!
The sound of gunshots, screams, cries for help, and the sounds of broken bones intertwined together to form a sonata of purgatory.
This herring bar has become a hell of blood and fire, and evildoers fell into the bottomless abyss after experiencing pain and despair.
In just a few minutes, there was no one left standing in the bar. The ground was strewn with corpses, and blood gathered into streams, flowing silently on the oak floor.
The few survivors huddled in the corner or under the table with their heads in their hands, trembling and terrified!
Bang!
After Zuo Yi killed the last guy who tried to escape from the bar, he calmly returned to the front of the bar.
He sat down in his original position and knocked on the bar again: "One more drink."
The black bartender slowly stood up.
When Zuo Yi went on a killing spree just now, he shrank inside immediately, so he was not affected.
He tremblingly took the bottle and glass and poured Zuo Yi a second glass of whiskey.
Zuo Yi took the wine glass and said meaningfully: "You are very lucky."
The black bartender was lucky not to be hit by random shots, and the light in his soul was gray-white - neutral camp.
The black bartender forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
He swore he had never seen an evil star like Zuo Yi in his life!
After finishing his second glass of wine, Zuo Yi asked: "Where is the entrance?"
The black bartender only hesitated for a second and decisively pointed to the refrigerated beverage cabinet next to the bar.