Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 189 I don’t smoke cigars (big chapter)

The night was silent and long, the candles hanging high on the walls were burning, and the tavern was filled with the smell of various cigarettes and strong drinks.

Kafka was sitting in the corner of the tavern, stirring the coffee in the cup. Across the table was Jiang Fan, who was dressed like a human and looked like a dog. He was sitting upright, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Kafka could swear that it was Jiang Fan himself who pressed his face against her palm, and it had nothing to do with the magic of speech.

She simply wanted to seek justice for Elise and do something she had wanted to do for a long time.

"You mean that you were originally waiting for me and Elise to rendezvous on the airship, but because you were worried about us, you chose to go to the Xingchahai Pier to search. Unfortunately, you were intercepted by the people of Fertility and were trapped in a tight siege?"

"Yes! As the only man in the organization, I have an obligation to take you safely away from the fairy boat, and I have an even greater obligation to protect these two delicate and beautiful ladies!" Jiang Fan looked heartbroken:

"But I didn't expect that the people of Fertility had actually surrounded the entire fairy boat! It made me trapped in a tight siege and couldn't stand up to protect you! If I had known, I would have protected you every step of the way! Ever since I got separated from you, every time I live with guilt every moment! I wake up from nightmares every day!"

"The war between the people of Harvest and the Immortal Boat is fierce. How did you escape from the siege and still be intact and sit here again?"

"I am born with supernatural powers, and it is precisely because I am a waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death that I was lucky enough to escape from the fairy boat safely! Will you rack your brains to kill a waste!" Jiang Fan held his head high and chest high.

Kafka looked at Jiang Fan silently, knowing clearly that the man in front of him was talking nonsense, but still couldn't help but nod in agreement.

This is indeed a reasonable explanation. No rich people would find a waste among thousands of troops to attack. Moreover, that waste is also very good at hiding, and may even hide in a trash can. Is it true that some people would prefer to dig through it? Trash can?

Kafka drank coffee and said nothing, looking down at his phone.

The news headline is still "Lord Morka was killed by terrorists at his birthday party. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? The reason behind it is...".

The editors of the company's news department are obviously not very good. This kind of routine headline has been popular for hundreds of years, but it has never changed.

It stands to reason that with the company's ability, it would be easy to find traces of her and Jiang Fan's coming and going in Morka, but for some reason, it seems that someone chose to hide it.

Not only did the bounties of the two people not increase, but they also tended to be marginalized. This was probably because Elise had taken control of Molka's political power and was negotiating with the company.

Kafka felt that if she stayed on her own terms in the next few months and stopped chasing down the demons who escaped from Tianyi Wu to cause riots, her wanted order would most likely be canceled by the company.

But she didn't care. There was no difference between increasing the bounty and canceling the wanted order. The only person who might feel regretful was Jiang Fan.

The kind of person who is obsessed with saving face and loves to show off will definitely lament that he broke into the enemy camp alone to kill Moss, and his deeds of seven in and seven out were wiped out. But on second thought, maybe he should be lucky, after all, the bounty is so low. No one wants to take your head off anymore.

She rarely had the opportunity to chat on her mobile phone. Even when she chatted with Elise, she mostly started the topic, such as which company had a new coat, or built a tomb for Jiang Fan.

Because she didn't have many contacts in her address book, there were only two people, Jiang Fan and Elise.

She is the type that can be counted on her fingers. Jiang Fan is just the opposite of her. The news is ringing out non-stop every day and he always looks like he is busy with business.

At this time, Jiang Fan took out a mirror from somewhere and was stroking his face distressedly. He also took out a bottle of something that looked like skin cream like a magic trick and applied it on his face generously, as if kneading dough. generally.

She guessed it was some kind of ointment to reduce swelling, but she was more curious about how Jiang Fan casually took out a mirror and ointment. Could it be that his pocket was connected to Doraemon's pocket?

"Beauty, can you borrow some money to spend some time?" someone said from behind.

Kafka continued to drink coffee without even raising her head. As a demon hunter, she had met all kinds of people.

Some of them are obsessed with lust, some are obsessed with money, and some are driven by the desire to kill and torture. In short, they all eventually degenerate into inhumane demons under the influence of the Cancer of All Realms.

Compared to those demons with sharp teeth and eating raw flesh and blood, she felt that the bounty hunters who came to her door behind her were really friendly. At least they wouldn't pounce on you screaming when they saw you.

"My eldest brother is asking you a question! Why are you pretending? Are you deaf?" Someone frowned.

"Don't you see a man sitting opposite me? I want to tell him something." Kafka stopped stirring the coffee with his spoon.

Jiang Fan was applying anti-swelling ointment. He raised his head in surprise when he heard what Kafka said. Kafka's pupils were like water, and on the tip of his forehead was a ring he bought with 300 credits from the Xianzhou Jinren Lane stall after a discount. round sunglasses and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't ladies first?" Jiang Fan muttered quietly.

He could move his toes and think that Kafka did it on purpose, just because a few minutes ago he was slapping his chest and saying with a heartbroken look, We are surrounded by enemies and invaders, so we don’t know whether our friends are alive or dead. Friends are unpredictable and we should be replaced by brothers. But we have a heavy responsibility and we should not take death lightly. It will be painful for me to leave. I just wish I could not advance or retreat with my friends!

He felt that Kafka was a really petty woman. She looked like a mature and calm lady, but in fact she had a lot of bad taste in her heart and was even a little childish.

Jiang Fan covered his face and raised his head. Behind Kafka were not the burly and powerful men he had imagined, but several men with revolvers around their waists and Martin boots, dressed like n Western cowboys from before the Amber Age. Lean man.

Seeing the weak looks of these brothers, Jiang Fan wanted to cover his face and pat them on the shoulders and say "NOZuoNODie".

Don't talk about those of you who are not mainstream. These girls kill without blinking an eye. They can break Bu Li's neck with their bare hands. You really can't afford to offend her, even if your horse is parked outside.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jiang Fan wanted to stand up and make peace with these western cowboys, but when he saw the woman looking at the bar from the corner of his eye, he stood up instantly.

With almost no hesitation, he held the wine bottle in his hand and chopped it down with all his strength. The bottle hit the hat of the leading western cowboy and instantly blossomed and shattered.

In an instant, the tavern that was lively just a second ago became quiet, and everyone stared at the man who looked like a glaring King Kong in stunned silence.

Including Kafka, her eyes were surprised and she even stopped stirring the coffee with a spoon. She didn't understand why Jiang Fan suddenly became violent.

Jiang Fan glanced at the Western cowboy who was rolling on the ground with his head covered in blood. He slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. He chopped the bottle on the man's head as if he had just descended from heaven. Just a trivial thing.

Kafka said to herself that it was a good thing that Elise was not around, otherwise she would have covered her mouth and muttered in a low voice that Jiang Fan was so handsome. But if something went wrong, there must be a monster. She didn't believe that Jiang Fan could fight alone for her. The domineering side leaks.

This guy's normal state should be to hold a glass of wine and talk to each other in a familiar way, instead of being able to move his hands and never move his mouth like he is now.

One of the western cowboys was stunned for a few seconds and then wanted to take out the revolver in his waist and beat the ignorant man in front of him into a sieve.

But someone drew his gun much faster than him, and the dull thunder-like gunshots exploded one after another in the tavern.

All the revolvers on the waists of the Western cowboys were instantly beaten into scrap metal. Without exception, the large-caliber pistol in the man's hand was still emitting white smoke, and the bullet casings fell to the floor with a crackling sound.

All the guests in the tavern turned around and watched this scene with great interest. Some clapped and sighed that this was a rare fast shooter, while others folded their arms and watched the show, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

Jiang Fan put away his gun, put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and walked towards the bewildered Western cowboys. Kafka stood up for a moment and wanted to find out, but Jiang Fan held his shoulders and sat back.

Jiang Fan picked up a glass of whiskey from the table and took a sip. His leather shoes squeaked softly on the floor. The flowing blood mixed with the whiskey, gradually became thicker, darker in color, and slowly seeped into the floor.

Everyone's eyes were following him. He was so decent and elegant, but a few seconds ago he was so domineering and fierce. Kafka also turned his head and stared at Jiang Fan's back, frowning. What kind of trick is this man playing?

"Do you know who I hate the most?" Jiang Fan walked up to the leading man and slowly knelt down, took out the cigar from the mahogany box and held it in his mouth, showing a sneer.

The leading man covered his forehead covered with blood. Facing the man who was glaring angrily just now, he was at a loss. He looked like a frightened puppy, his eyes wandering, and he felt a little embarrassed when the man looked at him.

The cowboy with high emotional intelligence shakily took out the jet lighter, knelt down and lit the thick cigar for Jiang Fan, with a charming smile on his face.

Kafka didn't know what Jiang Fan was feeling at this time, because a few days ago in the Alchemy Division, Jiang Fan had the same smile when he came to her side, but compared to the cowboy's smile, Jiang Fan's smile was slightly stiffer. The smile doesn't look fake at all.

"I look down on men who disrespect women the most." Jiang Fan suddenly slapped the leading man on the face with such force that he spun around and fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

"Are you fucking blind too? I don't smoke cigars." Another slap in the face sent the half-kneeling cowboy spinning around, causing the jet lighter in his hand to fall to the ground.

""Stand up." Jiang Fan stood up and blew out a puff of smoke, staring at the cowboy lying on the floor and saying softly.

The leading man bared his teeth, and anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up slowly, holding on to the floor, and rubbed his waist without leaving any trace, trying to take out a revolver and pierce the man's heart.

"Are you really standing?" Jiang Fan suddenly flew up and kicked the man on the butt.

The man was instantly kicked away, as if a truck hit his butt head-on. His tailbone instantly made an overwhelming sound. He rolled over, flipped over several tables and hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked by the man's ferocity and cruelty, including Kafka. At this time, Jiang Fan looked around and said lightly: "What are you looking at? Your eyes will go blind if you look at things you shouldn't. I've never seen that. Will the messenger of justice draw his sword to help when there is injustice?"

There was silence in the tavern for a few seconds. Everyone chose to go back and continue drinking with their friends. The interrupted conversation was picked up again. The bold men drank heavily of strong drinks and laughed boldly. Only the people in front of the bar The girl looked at Jiang Fan with some hesitation, and a look of struggle flashed in her eyes.

"Isn't this a bit too much..." After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl stood up from the chair at the bar, stood on tiptoes and whispered into Jiang Fan's ear.

"I hate men who bully men and women and disrespect women. If you think I'm wrong, you can call the police. I am responsible for all the work. I beat those few idiots just now very happily." Jiang Fan Said lightly.

"But if you pursue justice blindly and recklessly, you will suffer a loss one day. That is very dangerous..." The girl hesitated for a while.

"I've always enjoyed danger..."

Kafka raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked as if he was drinking coffee. The girl was very immature, so immature that she approached a man who had just been violent and hurtful without any precautions, and even stood on tiptoes to reach his ear. say.

This is a little girl who is just starting out. She always thinks that those people in the world who pretend to be well-known and upright are good people, and she has 100% trust in them. Only after suffering a few losses does she gain a memory and realize that the world is dangerous and there are many hypocrites.

When Kafka was thinking about whether to share it with Elise, he suddenly noticed the badge on the girl's lining collar, and his eyes changed slightly.

That is the logo of the Interstellar Peace Company, which shows that the young girl in front of her is actually a member of the company, but will the company recruit child labor?

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I won’t publish two separate chapters today. I’m feeling a little unwell. I’ll see if I publish a single chapter tomorrow or divide it into two chapters. I originally planned to update the old book today, but my health doesn’t allow it. I will definitely make up for it tomorrow. I’m sorry~