Chapter 609 Returning to Silence Five

Just as Persephine was calm and her eyes began to glance around, looking for a guy who could vent her anger, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a very burly man walked in. The weather was still a little chilly, but he was only wearing a leather tactical vest, with two double-tube shotguns hanging on the front, and the empty space on the vest was filled with bullets. Therefore, when he walked around, he would inevitably make some metal rubbing and collide with each other, which set off his knotty muscles, which made his scalp numb.

When he saw Passephine, the strong man's eyes lit up. He greeted Passephine first and shouted to the old man behind the bar: "Two cups of blue witches!"

When the two glass tubes were placed on the bar, the whole bar was quiet, and everyone was looking at the strong man, with an indescribable expression. The strong man was not aware of it, so he felt uncomfortable all over his body under the gaze of many eyes, but he still pushed a tube of blue witch to Pasepana and said, "I'll send this to me."

Passephenni did not respond immediately, staring at the strong man with her eyes straight, so she had to bow her head to find something wrong with her body, and then she slowly said: "Rudic, have you made a fortune recently?"

The strong man named Rudyk was obviously unknown, so: "Get rich? How is it possible? I have been recuperating in the last week and have never been out."

"Is that?" Passephine smiled. When she smiled, her eyes were curved and very beautiful. But several people who were familiar with her knew that whenever she smiled so well, she wanted to use violence to solve the problem. Sure enough, Passephine's next sentence was: "Since you want to invite me, then pay the wine first!"

Almost every word of this sentence was squeezed out from her teeth.

Rudyk was even more puzzled. He was very reputable in this town. However, everyone here knew the consequences of being provoked by Persephine, so he shrugged, took out a brand new canned meat from his bag on his waist, and paid for the wine.

Passephine's face looked a little better. She grabbed the blue witch and killed it. This time she endured it longer before she spit out a strong smell of alcohol. After drinking the wine, Passephine's mood was obviously much better. She patted Rudick on the shoulder and said, "Young man is good, you know how to invite me to drink. Well, I can't drink you for nothing. From now on, you can do it with me, just like the one I agreed last time!"

Passephenie almost smashed Rudyk, who was as strong as an iron tower, down after a few understatements.

The smile on Rudyk's face was uglier than crying. He was a powerful man with seventh-level power and seventh-level defense. He was a cruel person who could definitely walk sideways in the small town. Of course, he was not in the face of Persephine. He had strong abilities, but he always had to use all his skills to avoid being knocked down by Persephine's random patting shoulders and back. He couldn't figure out why this result was. Persephine's power was obviously less than the seventh-level one.

Moreover, it seems that the truth of the last time was that Persephine wanted to establish her own private army and wanted to recruit Rudick to join, but she could not pay the reward he asked for, so she delayed it. It should be her begging Rudick, why did she listen to her words now and ask for someone to be the other way around?

"So, pay?" Rudick grabbed his scalp and tried to squeeze out a harmless smile so that Persephine didn't do anything out of the ordinary. She had just had a glass of Blue Elf.

However, if Rudick knew this was her fourth cup, he would never have asked the word reward.

Even the old man behind the bar looked at Rudyk with a look of the dead, but Persephine suddenly laughed and said proudly: "Aren't it just a few assault rifles? I'll give you five! Each of them has ten magazines, that's it!"

Now, this is definitely a big price. Of course, in terms of Rudyk's ability, it is still the discounted price. The discount range, based on the current mercenary price, is about 30% off.

For some reason, Rudick always felt a burst of tears in his heart when he looked at Persephine's smile that was more beautiful than flowers and his eyes that were brighter than diamonds. He had no choice but to nod.

Passephenie's eyes flicked and she smiled and said, "I'm happy today. I'll treat the next glass of wine!"

Everyone in the bar cheered, but no one really went to get the wine.

Persephine was very satisfied, very unlady, but she laughed a few times very domineeringly, and suddenly she shook her body and fell to the bar. Four-haired blue witches, even if she drinks a mutant mammoth, she will get drunk. Although Persephine was invincible in the small town, it was just two.

The old man shook his head, called the smart boy, and dragged Persephine into the guest room behind the bar and threw it on the bed. The drunk people were very heavy, and in just a few steps, the old man and the boy were sweating profusely. The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Persephine who was sleeping soundly on the bed, shook his head again, took a basin of water and towel, and asked the boy to wipe Persephine's boots clean, and then went to the front to help. After giving the order, he went back to the bar first. As the only bar in the town, he was very busy.

The boy dipped a towel in water and walked to the edge of the bed. His movements suddenly slowed down. Looking at Persephine's thrilling face, his young face gradually turned red and his breathing was rapid. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his hands tremblingly stretched out, and reached towards Persephine's chest. Her shirt on her chest was extremely tight, as if she could breathe harder, and it was possible that the button would collapse. The boy's fingers were stretched toward the tightest button. It seemed that with a gentle push, the button would be opened by itself.

His hand was halfway through, but suddenly froze in the air. Sweat came out like a tide, flowing down from his forehead, and then dripping. The boy opened his mouth wide and made meaningless sobs in his throat. The huge pistol had been put into his hand from Persephine's legs at some point, and at this moment the cold and huge barrel was pressing against the boy's forehead!

And Persephine herself was still asleep.

The boy stiffened for a long time, and finally his legs became weak and he fell to the ground. As soon as his hand left Pastherfinni's body, the giant pistol shot twice, and somehow he returned to the holster on his thigh. He survived from death, and the boy did not dare to stay for too long, so he almost crawled out.

On the bed, Persephine stretched, her charming eyes opened a line, swept the empty room, and muttered to herself in a daze: "It seemed like there was a pervert just now... why didn't there be anyone dead? It's strange!"

At this time, the alcoholic strength surged again. She turned over and raised her long legs comfortably. She fell asleep again, completely ignoring the clean sheets with a few muddy shoe prints.

The little boy, this time he can't escape the fierce beating.

The night is low, and the town is still lively. In the area where war is burning everywhere, it is like a small oasis. A few kilometers away from the town, there is a lonely earth bun, which is the only commanding height nearby. A light off-road vehicle is parked on the top of the mountain bun, and a man with a straight figure like a javelin is holding a telescope, observing the town marked Leeds on the map.

This man was about thirty years old, and his neatly trimmed beard gave his ordinary and firm face a different charm. His dark black body and his double-breasted dragon cavalry uniform perfectly highlighted his standing posture. On him, he had the momentum and a faint murderous aura of a person who had been in the upper hand for a long time, which was not something that every abilities could have when they reached the same ability and position.

After a while, he put down his telescope and said, "There are no special fortifications, but everyone is equipped with heavy firepower, which is very troublesome."

There was a man standing behind him, who seemed to be his assistant. At this time, the assistant took a step forward and said, "General, if we let it go, our marching distance will be nearly a hundred kilometers longer. Oil is scarce now."

The man raised his telescope again, looked at the town again, and concluded, saying, "Let's just do it, let's take a detour!"

The assistant argued: "But Leeds is just a few hundred armed civilians, not an army! It's just a slight effort for you to flatten it!"

There was a piece of gauze on the assistant's nose. Even in the night, it could be seen that his face was swollen high and was actually the guy who was punched by Persephine in the bar.

The man put down his telescope, looked at his assistant, and said lightly: "You are wrong. As long as there is that woman here, even a group of sheep will be turned into a lion by her."

A few kilometers away from the hill, a whole army of military trucks were parked, and there were nearly twenty armored vehicles guarding the two wings. The one behind the hall actually had four self-propelled heavy artillery and corresponding ammunition supply vehicles. The firepower was enough to cope with a small-scale battle.

Neither the military vehicle nor the armored personnel carrier had been shut down, and he looked ready to go. Dozens of fully armed soldiers wandered around the convoy. If they observed carefully, the density and distance of their spread to the periphery were carefully calculated and carefully arranged, and there was no gap. This was obviously a well-trained and well-equipped army, and had the ability to turn the situation around anywhere.

The man and his assistant had already got on the light off-road vehicle, drove down from the back of the hill, and headed towards the convoy.

The night was quiet, and the man stared out the car window, with the side lines like carved rocks, and there was not even a blink of an eye, not knowing what he was thinking.

The assistant seemed to be driving the car intently, and tactfully did not bother with the attack on Leeds town again.
Chapter completed!