Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 281: Return

"We don't want federal dollars. This is the seventh district. Do you think federal dollars will work here?" The fat man spat. "I think you should give us those things."

He pointed at the traveler's waist with the muzzle of his gun. It was obvious that he was aiming for his opponent's firearms and ammunition. At a time when the federal currency couldn't be used as usual, it was naturally precious metals, and military resources like pistols and bullets could be used for circulation. Two pistols and four magazines were equivalent to two to three thousand federal dollars, even if they were purchased on the black market. This was enough for a family of five to spend a year on the surface.

It could be seen that the fatty had a big appetite.

It was just that sometimes, if one's appetite was too big, they would die.

The traveler's gaze suddenly shivered, and his ruby-like eyes suddenly lit up. The fat man and the cowboy felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had been brushed past by the sharp blade of an ice-cold blade. A ruthless killing aura enveloped their bodies, and the air seemed to have a faint sweet smell. It was the smell of blood. The two of them felt as if they had been thrown into the battlefield of Mount Corpse and Sea of Blood, their cold killing intent suppressing their breathing.

This feeling came and went quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the murderous intent disappeared completely. The young traveler's eyes narrowed as he shook his head and said, "No, they are my eaters. How can I give them all to you?"

However, the two of them seemed to have collapsed, almost unable to stand. The cowboy forced a smile and said, "Of course, of course, we know how to deal with people who don't work well when they're walking outside."

Finally, with a pistol as the clearance fee, the young traveller obtained the right to enter the small town. He held the pistol upside down and handed it to the fatty, saying, "Next time, don't point the muzzle at me. I'll misunderstand."

As for what the result of the misunderstanding was, he did not say it out loud. However, both of them knew that it was definitely not a good thing. After the young man entered the town, the fat man sat down and said, "I bet this kid is definitely not simple. Damn, I have never seen such a murderous person before. It's as if he crawled out of the pile of dead people."

The cowboy looked at the gun in his hand and was speechless. The gun was new, and even grease stains of maintenance could be seen. The gun had not even been used. In other words, the two pistols were only used for decoration or concealment to a large extent. The cowboy was quite knowledgeable. He knew very well that some people who didn't use guns were all abnormal and fierce people.

He decided to forget about the young man.

Alan walked down the small street of Graybridge Town. He untied the scarf covering his head and face and put it on his shoulders. Grey Bridge Town was built on top of a mountain. From a distance, there was nothing special about the buildings in the town. After entering the town, they discovered that they were built according to the terrain. Although they were mainly bungalows, they were scattered because of the undulations of the terrain, forming a very obvious sense of space.

For the convenience of driving, there were no stairs in the town, only fine masonry roads. Ten or so alleys and a few streets formed the town's transportation network, with one or two arched bridges connecting the highlands, saving pedestrians from the inconvenience of climbing and descending the slope.

There were more dogs in the town, and most of the big dogs were tied up in front of their homes. At this moment in the afternoon, the dog was lying on the ground, lazily looking at the passers-by, but too lazy to bark. In front of some houses, there were one or two big men. They were either wiping their shotguns or playing with their traps. It looked like they were hunters from the town. There were still quite a few hunters in Graybridge Town, and Allen had over twenty people along the way.

These people usually hunted, and if they encountered dangerous species, they could act as guards for the town. From the looks of it, the residents of Graybridge Town weren't all defenseless, good, and weak citizens, but the entire seventh district was already under the control of the Gate of Freedom. Unless they wanted to go against the Gate of Freedom, they could only let their opponent's soldiers enter the town.

Alan saw all of this and made up his mind to give Peter's necklace to his family and leave immediately.

It was useless to stay in the Land of Right and Wrong.

According to Peter's address, Allen asked three or five pedestrians and quickly found the alley where Peter's house was located. Just as he turned into the alley, he heard a shocked cry from the depths of the alley, followed by a furious curse. Alan frowned and stepped forward. The sounds coming from the alley attracted the attention of the nearby residents, three or five of whom were either men or women, who were gathered in the depths of the alley.

Alan squeezed in and saw a man with a double-barreled rifle and a wine bottle in one hand. He was hugged tightly by a woman who looked up and begged, "Please give it back to me. It was left behind by my husband. You can't take it away!"

"Isn't it just an antique? I really think this daddy likes it. Quickly let go, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite." This bearded man's gaze was fierce and terrifying.

Suddenly a short figure rushed out of the house and shouted, "Give back my father's gun."

It was a boy, eight or nine years old. He bit down on Big Beard's leg, and the pain made Big Beard grin. The man cursed, "Get lost, you little brat."

She raised her leg and kicked the boy out. The woman on the ground cried out in alarm and hurriedly rushed over to hug the boy. "Give me back the gun. My father is a federal lieutenant. He will teach you a lesson!" The boy shouted.

The bearded man laughed and threw the wine bottle. He laughed angrily, "Then I want to see where that damn lieutenant is. You ignorant brat, let me teach you a good lesson on behalf of your father."

He strode forward and raised the butt of his rifle to smash it down. However, the rifle only sunk for a while and remained motionless. The bearded man was shocked, and then he could clearly see that one of his hands was on his wrist at some unknown time. As this hand looked over, it was a slightly thin youth. He looked like a traveller in the past. He looked a little weak, but he held himself with one hand.

"Let go." The bearded man shouted.

Alan remained unmoved and looked thoughtfully at the mother and daughter on the ground. Boys and mothers, how familiar this scene was. In an instant, he thought that he and his mother, Lanny, had seen each other at their age.

"Let go! You dare to go against the Gate of Freedom?" The bearded man raised his identity.

Only then did Alan "oh" sound, but he did not let go, instead pulling back forcefully. The bearded man was immediately shocked, and he felt an astonishing force coming from his wrist, as if he was about to break his arm. He had to crouch down slowly to avoid being broken by Alan. Seeing that he was about to kneel on the ground, the bearded man roared and smashed his other hand towards Alan's lower abdomen.

Halfway through the punch, Alan gently placed his other hand on it. Alan snorted and tightened his fingers, producing a tremendous force that crushed the bones of the man's hand. Fear finally flashed through Big Beard's eyes. He could clearly hear the sound of his hand bones breaking inch by inch. However, the expression in the youth's eyes was calm, as if he was doing something inconspicuous. This calm was chilling.

After crushing the bones of Big Beard's palm, Alan pulled the man away and clapped his hands. "Isn't it very comfortable to be strong and dominate weak? Now, as a weak person, I wonder how you feel. Let me think about it, how would it be good to crush you this time "

The bearded man instantly broke out in cold sweat.

Suddenly, the crowd split up. A man came out and shouted, "What's going on?"

"Captain Jean, you came at the right time. This bastard must have been sent by the Federation. Look, he crippled my hand!" The bearded man immediately got up from the ground as if he was looking for reinforcements.

The man called Captain by the bearded man was in his twenties, and his features were clear. He did not look like a treacherous person. He frowned and looked at Ellen. "Who are you? Why are you hurting our people?" He said.

Ellen answered, and the boy behind him shouted, "It was this bastard who stole my father's gun first. He deserved to be taught a lesson."

The onlookers also agreed.

The bearded man was so angry that he took out a pistol from behind his waist and shouted, "What the hell are you shouting at!"

"Eric!" Jean shouted, "Put the gun down."

"Captain?"

"Put it down! Then, scram!" Jean pointed back.

The big bearded man's face turned green and purple as he retracted his gun and left angrily. Jean sighed, nodded to Alan, and walked to the mother and son on the ground. He bent down and bowed, "I'm sorry, but it happened because of my poor discipline. I promise that the same thing will not happen again."

Alan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Jean stood up and helped the mother and son pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground with the beard. He put the gun beside the mother and son before leaving.

The crowd also dispersed.

The woman helped the child up and said to Alan, "Thank you for your help, sir."

Alan smiled warmly and took out a necklace from his pocket. "Miss Wendy, I was asked to give this to you."

"How did you know my name? It Heavens, this " The woman took a deep breath. A complicated expression flashed in her eyes and her voice trembled. "This is Peter's. Could it be that he "

"No, no, no. Lieutenant Peter is fine." Alan hurriedly said, and then whispered, "It's just that he's afraid he won't be able to come back for a long time, so he asked me to give you a message. Whatever, I'll give it to you."

The woman took the necklace, tears flashing in her eyes. She hugged the boy and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep you for dinner. Joe, this boy, he wants to hear something about his father too. Can you stay?"

"Of course." Alan said cheerfully.

It was dark and the checkpoint in front of the town was changed. The fat man and cowboy returned to the town's resting place, pushed open the door and entered, asking about the smell of the disinfectant. The bearded man was sitting beside him, one hand on the table. A town doctor bandaged and fixed his fractured palm. Although the bandaging technique was very ordinary, it did not let his injuries deteriorate. Seeing this, the cowboy whistled and gloated, "Eric, what's wrong with you?"

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