Chapter 351

Blood splattered everywhere.

The bullet explodes inside the body, and the cavity effect does massive damage.

The thug who was pulled by Lu Wen as a shield let out a scream, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Wen smiled lightly: "The accuracy is not enough, and the shooter lacks actual combat experience."

What he meant was simple.

This two-story building has been stable for too long.

The shooter just now wasn't qualified enough, it's better to practice again.

"boom--!"

He was only answered by another gunshot.

Gunshots were heard outside the door.

The bullet was heading for Lu Wen's forehead.

But Lu Wen tilted his head slightly the moment the opponent pulled the trigger.

This is prejudgment.

So the bullet flew past the side of his face and hit a spectator in the innermost corner.

"ah--!"

A scream of pain.

The fear of death made him cry in grief.

It's a pity that hot tears can only dilute the cold blood.

The guests on the first floor were all scared.

They are afraid of death.

Lu Wen made them feel that death is actually quite close.

The blood on the ground stained the falling money.

"The bullet came from behind me, fifteen meters behind me, three steps to the left, at the entrance of the bar."

Lu Wen didn't turn around, his expression was calm, and he spoke lightly.

"Ten meters behind me, five steps to the left, next to the trash can, there is another person holding a gun to my head."

"Twenty meters behind him, on the first-floor rooftop, there is a fat man with a sniper rifle and a cigarette dangling from his mouth."

"Thirty meters behind you, seven steps to the right, outside the wine shop, a semi-automatic rifle, already loaded."

"Behind..."

"..."

He seems to have eyes behind him, and he can observe every move around him clearly.

Many black holes were pointed at him.

Cold and death spread on the streets.

Even if there was a man of steel, it would probably be quite uncomfortable to be shot like this.

But Lu Wen didn't change his expression, he just asked loudly, "Why don't you try shooting again?"

After all, he remained motionless.

Standing not far from the door, his expression was calm, as if he was waiting for the other party to shoot.

It was quiet on the first floor and the street at this time.

The silence didn't last long.

"boom--!"

It's not that the bullet is fired.

Instead, it exploded.

The man who fired the gun screamed, his face was covered with blood.

The smell of gunpowder rushes into the world intertwined with blood and perfume.

Everyone looked in that direction in shock.

Such a thing as bombing has never happened before, and the probability of such problems with modern firearms is very small.

Then think of Lu Wen's calm look.

They had to wonder, could it be Lu Wen who caused the explosion?

But he was standing on the first floor, with his back facing all the gunmen, and he didn't move at all. How could he make such a movement?

Is it really a coincidence?

Only to hear Lu Wen on the first floor speak again: "Why don't you continue?"

Under the night.

The bright street lights flickered.

Some small black ants that are almost invisible to the naked eye are crawling quietly in every corner of this street.

"boom!"

The second blast.

A shooter didn't believe in evil, so his thumb was blown out.

The bones are dense, mixed with blood and water.

The entire palm was blasted to a bloody mess, and part of it was burned by the high temperature. The black and red blended together, making the hand look like it had been dug out from the scene of the fire.

Human beings have a limit to their tolerance for pain, so he wailed in pain just like the man just now.

This tragedy made everyone on the scene startled.

But they only heard Lu Wen say something lightly.

"continue."

After all, he still stood calmly, without any intention of dodging.

This time, even the thug who was using to block the gun in his hand was thrown away.

The whole area fell into silence.

The thugs on the first floor were hesitant, their faces were full of entanglement and fear, and they dared not step forward, fearing that they would become one of those broken limbs.

The gunmen outside began to doubt the weapons in their hands.

Although these hot weapons are cold, they may have been with them for a long time. In this chaotic place, having a gun represents safety and status. Just like in the slums, they regard their guns as closer to their own sons, but now this thing actually It exploded.

What was life-saving became life-threatening.

"clatter……"

"clatter……"

Heavy footsteps sounded from a corner on the first floor.

Last.

stairs.

The people on the second floor finally came down.

That's not some mysterious place, it's just that it symbolizes power.

No one has assigned who should sit on the so-called second floor.

This is a rule that has been formed in the mixed area for a long time. Those who are capable can sit on it, and those who are not capable can sit obediently below.

An old man in his sixties came to the first floor under the escort of many thugs.

【skinny】

【Actual age cannot be judged】

【The race cannot be judged】

【…】

The system is honest.

Lu Wen took a brief look.

This old man is not tall, with thin skin, gray temples, ordinary clothes and a pair of ordinary reading glasses.

A pair of cloudy eyes were observing Lu Wen through the lenses of reading glasses.

With such a stature, as an ordinary human race, he couldn't walk with the heavy steps just now.

"Well, it seems that the owner of the second floor is going to change today. I thought the old man could enjoy his old age in peace."

The old man didn't say anything cruel, just sighed in a low voice.

Lu Wen didn't speak, with a calm expression, he just picked up a backpack from the door beside it, which was covered in blood, and then threw it away.

Immediately, a group of thugs stood in front of the old man.

They were worried that there might be bombs or something in this backpack.

Judging from Lu Wen's strong performance today, it seems quite reasonable if he really wants to blow up the second floor here.

"Snapped!"

The backpack fell to the ground and rolled over several times.

The outer fabric was stained with blood mixed with wine on the ground, making the backpack look even more hideous.

A remodeled thug stepped forward cautiously and opened the zipper.

It was empty inside, with only a few brackets.

"This belongs to that guy Dong Fan. He carries this bag every day to sell medicine."

He recognized the backpack.

There are not many people who go out to sell medicines and collect accounts on behalf of the second floor. There are twenty or thirty people. Over the years, everyone is familiar with it.

Could it be that Dong Fan offended the guy in front, so that guy came to the door?

Everyone couldn't help but have such an association.

The thugs in front of him and some of the gunmen outside were naturally not the full strength of the second floor.

But more people are useless.

This man's fighting ability is strong, his whole body seems to have eyes, every time he can narrowly dodge the blade that is slashing at him, and his strength is astonishing, the bones in everyone's body, even the remodeled humans and robots The metal is like paper in front of him.

The guns of the gunmen outside exploded one after another as if they had been cursed.

How can I fight this?

That guy Dong Fan sells medicine well, why did he mess with this kind of person?

"Hey, old man, I haven't disciplined my subordinates well, so it's only right that I'm beaten up now."

The old man sighed again.

It seems to be lamenting that his rule has come to an end and will soon be replaced by others.

But Lu Wen couldn't see the slightest fear on his face.

[This old guy still has backhands]

To be able to sit on the second floor in such a chaotic place, the current strength is obviously not enough.

The old man took off his reading glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, put them on again, looked carefully at the blood-stained backpack on the ground, and said, "Dear guest, if Dong Fan does anything to you Disrespectful thing... I think he is a dead man, and I am here to apologize on his behalf."

"You think I killed him?" Lu Wen asked lightly.

"Isn't it?"

Everyone present was taken aback.

At present, it seems that this one is relatively easy to talk to, and it is not necessary to fight to the point where there is only one of the two sides.

If he hadn't been provoked, with the personality of the person in front of him, he wouldn't have hit the door directly.

What else could it be?

"When this man came to sell medicine this evening, his head suddenly exploded. There was no one around, but my deal with him hasn't been completed yet, so I can only come to you."

With that said, Lu Wen threw out a gold bar.

Under the dazzling traffic lights on the first floor, the golden color of this gold bar is particularly charming.

"Boom...boom..."

The gold bar fell to the ground and rolled around several times.

Even the red blood all over the ground can't cover up this beautiful golden color.

The onlookers all around widened their eyes.

They all have a bit of foresight, so they can roughly estimate the value of the gold bar on the ground.

There is no number marked on it, but just judging from the volume, it is estimated to be 500 grams.

Many people think of their previous behavior of throwing money after being stimulated by alcohol and music. The total amount of those banknotes may not be worth half of it.

"Dear guest, are you just here to negotiate a deal?"

"certainly."

"Then why..."

The old man stopped suddenly and turned to look at the bar on one side.

There are several bars on the first floor, but there is only one that can connect to the second floor.

So that one is cool.

Behind the bar, the reformer had been simply bandaged, his face was pale, and he had lost a lot of blood. He thought that after the incident here, he would find a clinic for a good treatment.

The so-called end of the matter in his mind was to watch Lu Wen being beaten to death.

But now the matter is indeed over, Lu Wen is still alive and well, even though there are more bloodstains on his body, it just makes him look more stern and indifferent.

On the contrary, the second floor suffered heavy losses, was smashed up, and lost face.

In the previous chaotic fight, the reformed person's thoughts also changed from resentment to fear, and then to despair.

Seeing the old man looking over, the reformer trembled all over.

"Boss...I...I think he...he did it first..."

"boom--!"

A quick shot.

From drawing the gun to shooting, it was almost instantaneous.

Lu Wen thought of Duan Tiannan, maybe it was influenced by old western movies, or maybe it was supported by years of experience, that guy's shooting speed was quite fast.

The shot was also very accurate, right between the eyebrows.

With this kind of marksmanship, even an ordinary person can live a good life.

The old man withdrew his gun and gave Lu Wen an apologetic smile.

"I know that many of my subordinates are relying on their status as the second floor, oppressing the bottom floor, and have an arrogant temper. I have warned them many times for this, but the effect is not satisfactory...Dear guest, thank you for waking them up today."

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Lu Wen said lightly.

"Can you follow me to the second floor?" The old man smiled and said, "There are a lot of people who died here, so it's not convenient to talk about things."

"Can."

In the case of insufficient strength, it is actually a very unwise plan to follow the boss to the lair. This kind of behavior is usually called giving away the head.

But Lu Wen has enough strength.

And he is not afraid of death.

This is the benefit of having unlimited life, no wonder so many flesh and blood life want to become mechanical creatures.

At the beginning, the old guys in Floating Void City entrusted many companies to study this aspect, but there was no substantial progress, and the two life forms could not be completely transformed.

At the end of the first floor, ordinary stairs.

Old wooden floors.

No extravagant decorations, no bright lights, just ordinary.

Lu Wen was invited by the old man to go upstairs together, followed by countless guards.

Many guests on the first floor looked at each other.

Someone whispered.

"it's over?"

"probably."

It wasn't until the sound of those footsteps became smaller and smaller, and it was confirmed that those people had gone upstairs and there was no more fighting, that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The entire first floor was enveloped in the smell of blood.

They didn't dare to breathe before.

Dead bodies all over the place.

The floor was covered with residual limbs and internal organs, all the tables and chairs were damaged, and the blood on the ground was still warm.

This scene is comparable to the bloodiest horror movie.

Even watching a movie is only separated by a screen, but these guests at the scene have actually witnessed a real-life performance.

"That guy is too scary, is such a powerful force really a pure human?"

Many people have lingering fears, and the images of Lu Wen's previous actions are still flashing back and forth in their minds.

That kind of cold-blooded indifference, unstoppable look.

It's a machine at all.

Pure violence, from the beginning to the end, the expression on Lu Wen's face did not change.

Those who died seemed to be just increasing numbers in his eyes.

"Pure human beings can't achieve such a strong force. I feel that he can punch through a wall with just one punch. Is it my illusion?"

"I think so too."

"I heard that in the high-level world, there are many genetic medicines, one of which can make flesh and blood life infinitely powerful?"

"Crap, can the bones bear it?"

"..."

People on the first floor communicate in low voices.

And outside.

on the street.

The voice of communication kept ringing, and many people were discussing what they saw and heard that night.

"I seem to have seen this pure human being during the day. He is very rich and spends a lot of money. At that time, he bought some...uh..."

"What did you buy?"

"No... nothing..."

The man hurriedly shut up and shook his head.

He almost slapped himself.

He still understands that misfortune comes from his mouth.

Lu Wen bought news about this world from him and paid a high fee in order to shut him up.

"Let's talk about something else. How do you say he made those guns explode?"

"Could it be that the pure human race has developed equipment that can control thermal weapons?"

"But he didn't turn around at that time, he just said the position of each shooter, and felt that his eyes were everywhere..."

"..."

Inside one floor.

The staff in charge of cleaning began to clean up the corpses and clean up the blood.

Brand new lamps and tableware have also been delivered to the door.

As the center of this area, no action can be neglected. The first time they received the news, everyone started to get busy.

The drinks were removed one after another and replaced with new ones.

At the current speed, within an hour, the scene will return to what it was before the fight.

"Guests, don't worry, we will restore this place to its original state soon."

"Please wait patiently."

Repairing the gate is a top priority.

This is the face of the second floor.

Someone broke his face tonight, there is nothing he can do about it, he can only blame himself for not being strong enough.

Many guests chose to stay.

They feel that they will not be able to sleep when they go back.

After the fear brought about by the blood subsided, they found that their nerves were actually being stirred by excitement and stimulation, and they didn't know if there were too many hormones secreted.

...

Second floor.

Still ordinary.

Old wooden furniture, ordinary electric lights.

The walls are simply pasted with wallpaper, not even a single picture, so it looks a bit empty.

The floor was covered with a layer of gray carpet.

The windows on both sides can see the red lights and green wine outside. As the only second-floor building in this area, the view here is quite wide.

Besides.

Just a simple desk, an old computer on the desk, an old-fashioned telephone, a few notebooks and pen holders, nothing else.

The old man said with a smile: "The decoration is simple, people like this feeling when they are old, and it makes the guests laugh."

"It's okay, I don't think it's crude."

Lu Wen spoke lightly.

"The entrance to this room is a wooden door, but there is an inconspicuous depression on the top of the wooden door, which is almost invisible to the naked eye. Although it is painted white, I can roughly guess that it should be a metal gate."

"There's wallpaper on the walls, not much decoration, the average person wouldn't notice, but I think if you press or turn a button under your desk, the wall flips over and there are various weapons hanging in there. "

"I did a simple height calculation on the second floor before I came in. The ceiling of this room is about one meter away from the top of the roof. I think there should be some kind of weapon or escape equipment hidden inside."

"As for the floor, there is no carpet on the entire first floor and the stairs going up, and there is no carpet in the corridor outside. You keep saying that the decoration is simple. This expensive carpet is actually very inconsistent. If you lift it..."

"..."

Following Lu Wen's statement, the smile on the old man's face obviously began to stiffen.

The second floor is his confidence.

Coming here, it is very difficult for anyone to escape.

But Lu Wen just looked calm, as if all the threats here were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Dear guest, I have no intention of fighting with you." The old man said seriously.

"I know." Lu Wen replied calmly.

An assistant moved a stool for him.

The visitor was a guest, so Lu Wen didn't pay too much attention, so he just sat down.

The two sat opposite each other at the desk.

The old man took the rare low-alcohol wine handed over by his assistant and poured a glass for Lu Wen. The light golden wine swirled slowly in the glass.

Drinking while talking is a custom in every place.

He handed the wine glass to Lu Wen, still smiling and said: "Dear guest, my subordinates are not very sensible, I hope you have calmed down after teaching them, so that we can seriously discuss the deal."

Lu Wen took the wine glass and asked lightly: "I think the transaction we are talking about is not the same transaction."

"Of course." The old man smiled and raised his glass to Lu Wen, and then drank it down. He put down his glass and continued, "My deal may be bigger than what you said."

"I don't think I'm interested."

With no expression on Lu Wen's face, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Guest coming from afar, your observation ability is very strong, and you are very cautious." The old man looked at Lu Wen and said, "Your strength is also very strong. I have heard that the high-level world has genetic medicine that can increase the life force of flesh and blood."

"You think I used that potion?"

"No, those are just false rumors."

The old man smiled and pointed to the empty wine glass.

"As a guest, you are cautious, if you are really a life of flesh and blood, you will not drink this glass of wine."