The bar was bustling with activity.
All kinds of people were drinking inside.
Some looked vicious and spoke in rough, booming voices.
Some appeared completely ordinary and were quiet and reserved.
Others chatted and laughed with everyone around them, smooth and sociable, popular wherever they went.
But without exception, danger lingered in their casual glances and every movement they made.
The aura of desperadoes.
Suddenly, the bar door was pushed open.
A gust of cold wind swept inside, and the temperature in the bar seemed to drop several degrees at once.
The cold wind collided with the fiery alcohol, like a red-hot piece of iron plunged into cold water.
The two instantly reacted, and the bar fell into a brief silence.
Two strangers?
Two faces no one had ever seen before.
And the guns in their hands…
They were killing machines manufactured by Stark Industries.
In this chaotic region, aside from the U.S. military, only a handful of organizations could get their hands on weapons like these.
And those organizations…
They were either ruthless enough or powerful enough.
Adan and Ethan instantly drew the attention of everyone in the bar.
“Adan… I have a feeling they… don’t seem very friendly toward us,” Ethan whispered, tugging at Adan’s arm.
The people around them were all glaring at him viciously, giving Ethan a very bad feeling.
After all, one look was enough to tell that none of them were good people.
“It’s fine. Isn’t a bar a place for drinking? We’re here to drink, not to cause trouble.”
Adan looked around calmly as he spoke.
Besides, everyone here was standing so close together.
Even if they had any ideas about doing something to him, Adan could teach them a lesson in minutes.
“Sir, hello. Please leave your guns here. Of course, we’ll return them when you leave.”
A bartender walked over and pointed at a nearby table piled with rifles and shotguns.
Adan stared at the bartender for a moment, then raised one finger and shook his head.
“Sorry. That won’t do.”
“Sir, those are the rules here…”
“I’m not from here.”
Before the bartender could say anything else, Adan swaggered straight toward the counter.
Ethan gave the bartender an apologetic smile and hurried after him.
Holy shit, Adan.
Since when did I not know you could talk this badass?
Are you seriously not worried about getting beaten up for talking like that?
Ethan was extremely nervous.
Quite a few of the drinkers around them had already slipped their hands beneath the tables, and judging from the vicious looks in their eyes…
Ethan felt that they were ready at any moment to draw their guns and open fire.
They might have even figured out how to dispose of the two of their bodies already.
Right now, Ethan felt as if he were being roasted over a furnace.
Every step…
Fucking hell, the ground feels hot beneath my feet!
“Adan, Adan! Maybe we should listen to that guy and put our guns on that table.”
Ethan quickened his pace and caught up to Adan.
“Put the guns there? We don’t have any money!”
Adan raised an eyebrow at him.
That was perfectly reasonable.
We really don’t have any money…
But could you please say it a little quieter?!
Adan’s words—we don’t have any money—were particularly striking in a bar so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
So they really were here with bad intentions!
Although the customers around them still had their hands hidden beneath the tables, at that exact moment, the crisp sound of weapons being readied rang out throughout the bar. The source of this chapter is g.com.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Ethan’s forehead.
Holy shit…
Ethan quickly examined the terrain and the people around him.
Oh my God.
When the shooting starts, I might not even have time to take the safety off…
Wait, how the hell do you take the safety off on this gun?!
“Is there something you two need?”
Behind the bar, a beautiful female bartender dressed in neat, practical clothes spoke up.
Adan looked at her and smiled.
“You’re very beautiful.”
The bartender didn’t seem angry at his completely irrelevant answer.
After all, everyone liked being complimented.
Even if the person complimenting you was a strange man with a face full of beard.
“We’re obviously here to drink.”
Adan sat down on one of the stools in front of the bar and placed his gun by his feet.
Seeing that Adan had already sat down, Ethan placed his own gun on the floor beside the bar and sat down as well.
The bartender shook her head and pointed toward the entrance.
“Sorry, sir. People who don’t follow the rules might not be welcome here.”
“Rules?”
Adan smiled and picked up the gun beneath him, slapping it onto the counter.
“Who’s your boss? I’d like to have a talk with her.”
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The drinkers around them immediately stood up and pulled out their pistols, aiming them at Adan and Ethan.
“Adan!”
Ethan hurriedly tugged at Adan’s clothes and whispered urgently.
The female bartender’s expression tightened slightly.
Lowering her head, she examined the gun Adan had placed on the counter.
She reached out and lightly ran a finger along it.
Then she raised her head and gave Adan a charming smile.
“I am the boss here.”
This woman really does look beautiful when she smiles.
However, the boss was still trying to figure out what Adan and Ethan wanted.
Her people had always kept out of each other’s way with the Ten Rings.
So why were members of the Ten Rings suddenly here looking for trouble?
Were they planning to make a move against this place?
As it turned out, the moment Adan and Ethan entered the town, the boss had already learned about them.
Based on their vehicle, their clothes, and the guns they carried, she had mistakenly assumed that the two were members of the Ten Rings.
Her people and the Ten Rings had some unresolved issues between them.
“So you’re the boss? A very beautiful boss.”
Adan carefully examined her orange-red hair and smiled.
“Then let me ask you something. How much alcohol can these two guns get me?”
Her hair was truly captivating.
Orange-red, like blazing fire.
As Adan spoke, he gestured for Ethan to bring out his gun as well.
Ethan hurriedly lifted the rifle from beside his feet.
“What?”
The boss looked somewhat stunned.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she gave Adan a suspicious look.
Unfortunately, Adan’s thick beard did an excellent job of concealing his expression—though, in truth, he wasn’t showing any expression at all.
Adan tapped the gun on the counter again and said to her very seriously,
“I mean, I want to trade these two guns for alcohol. Is that okay?”
The boss stared at Adan skeptically.
This was the first time she had ever heard such a request in a place like this.
A good gun could allow you to live just a little longer than everyone else.
And this guy wanted to trade his for alcohol?
“Of course. Certainly.”
The boss smiled.
“But may I test the gun first?”
As she spoke, she smiled at Adan again.
At that moment, an almost impossible guess suddenly formed in her mind.
The thought was so absurd that it nearly made her laugh at herself.
Adan generously replied, “Go ahead. Test it however you want.”
Adan had brought two sniper rifles, high-speed killing tools manufactured by Stark Industries and possessing extraordinary firepower.
The boss smiled, glanced around the room, and then shifted her gaze back to Adan.
She stepped out from behind the bar and placed a hand on Adan’s shoulder.
Adan looked at her in confusion.
Just as he was wondering what this beautiful boss intended to do, she directly rested the rifle against his shoulder.
“Adan!”
Ethan wanted to stop her, but Adan stopped him.
Adan looked at the boss seriously, then shook his head helplessly.
He covered the muzzle with one hand, crouched slightly, and braced the rifle against his shoulder.
The boss leaned down, released the safety, and began adjusting the scope.
Hmm… that’s quite a deep neckline.
Deep enough to steal a man’s soul.
Adan’s eyes were positioned directly in front of the boss’s chest.
“Enjoying the view?”
The boss chuckled.
“Aren’t you going to cover your ears?”
Cover my ears?
Wait a second!
BANG!
“Holy shit!”
The gunshot was loud and distinctive.
That was one of Stark Industries’ trademarks.
The rifles they manufactured all had rather distinctive reports.
Perhaps that was some strange preference of their genius owner.
The boss looked at Adan, who was rubbing his ears while somehow maintaining a completely expressionless face.
The absurd idea in her mind suddenly became even stronger.
She returned behind the bar and had the bartender take the guns away.
This time, Adan didn’t stop them.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to.
That shot had made his head buzz like crazy.
He still hadn’t recovered.
And by the time he did…
The guns were already gone.
Seeing the bartender take the weapons away, the surrounding drinkers finally relaxed as well.
They put away their own guns, returned to their seats, and resumed drinking and talking.
Still, from time to time, their eyes would drift toward Adan and Ethan.
Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, having guns pointed at you wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.
“So, can you give us the alcohol now?”
Adan looked helplessly at the now completely empty space in front of him and spread his hands.
They had already handed over the guns.
Surely they could at least get some drinks now.
“Of course.”
The boss looked at Adan and Ethan with an amused smile.
(End of Chapter)