Thriller Paradise Chapter 713: Dave’s World (12)
In the next ten minutes, Feng Bujue ate five bowls of snacks and drank eight glasses of water from a whiskey glass.
When he opened the game menu again, the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared completely, and his stamina was restored to 1902/4800, and his survival value was also slightly increased to more than 70%.
It seems that in this script, the "recovery" and "decay" ratios of the various values are the same, all based on the actual body feeling of the character. In short... it consumes quickly and returns quickly.
In addition, while chewing food, Jue didn't forget to use this time to communicate with each other.
Although they may be a little slurred when speaking, both of those two have very good listening skills, and they can fully understand the meaning of Brother Jue.
So, he got close to these two people smoothly.
"Okay...Let’s talk a lot about me." Feng Bujue, after making up for it, finally drank a glass of water, rinsed his mouth, and then changed the subject, "Well ...Talk about you two......"
As soon as this statement was made, the expressions on Sagittarius and Yang's faces immediately changed.
But Jue didn't care about it. He didn't leave the other party time to think, and quickly asked, "I don't know how long have the two of you been in this town?"
Kacha——Kacha——
1.5 seconds later, the muzzles of the two guns were aimed at Feng Bujue's temple and forehead respectively.
During that 1.5 seconds, Yang took out a shotgun from under the bar with the thunder and thunder; the uncle shooter took out a revolver directly from his body. The gunman is as fast as lightning, and I am afraid that the real cowboy is no more than that.
"Oh~oh~ Calm... Calm..." Feng Bujue quickly raised his hands and got up from the chair on the bar counter. And took a half step back.
"Say! Who are you?" Yang asked in a cold voice, "Did f force you to come?"
"I don't think he looks like him." Uncle Archer answered by the side, "It's more like..." His muzzle moved down slowly, "Or...Let's interrupt one of his legs first, and then slow down. Slowly ask..."
"Hey! Don't mess around!" Feng Bujue's eyes widened. Showed a look of horror with exaggerated acting skills, and then said, "I just came to town to apply for a postman!"
"Yes, you just said this." The archer replied with a grin. "But we don't believe a word..." He glanced at Yang, "Right. Old man."
"Yes..." Yang continued, "I didn't react at first, I thought he was just coming in to eat and drink..." He paused and looked back at the archer, "Until you Winked at me. I realized... how can anyone walk into the bar at noon to drink water and eat snacks?" At this point, he clenched the gun in his hand for a few minutes, staring at Brother Jue." You obviously came to us!"
"Hey...I don't even know you guys..." Feng Bujue's cold sweat broke down.
But those two still ignored his words...
"Just pull it..." The shooter smiled and said, "I think you have a problem as soon as you enter the bar door. I asked you to stay here to test you..." He snorted coldly, "Huh... …Temporary postman? Who did you lie to?" He also squeezed the gun for a few minutes, as if ready to pull the trigger at any time. "Just last night, there was a person in the store who claimed to be going to the post office for an interview, even if there will be a number of temporary postmen in the town today. It is him who is right..."
"Wait!" Feng Bujue suddenly raised his voice and said, "The person you are talking about...Is he wearing a very elegant felt hat?"
"Huh?" Hearing this, the archer was obviously taken aback.
Seeing the reaction of the other party, I feel that my brother is a little bit calm, he knows...this is something interesting.
"How did you know?" The archer and Yang exchanged glances before asking.
"I saw him at the post office this morning." Feng Bujue replied truthfully. "He and I came for an interview, but he didn't get the chance to become a temporary postman."
"Oh?" Yang continued suspiciously. "Why?" He glanced up and down, and said again. "Is it because you are a little more handsome than him?"
"No..." Feng Bujue shook his head, "Because he was a few minutes late and was shot by Director Nelson..."
"Hmm..." Upon hearing this sentence, Sagittarius and Yang groaned at the same time, and said in the same voice two seconds later, "It's possible..."
"Damn! Who are you helping..." Feng Bujue secretly asked, "Is this town a re-employment center for retired killers... After hearing that someone was shot dead for being late, he actually revealed a kind of' That's how it looks..."
"Hold on..." Within a few seconds, the archer seemed to think of something again, and he continued, "How do I know if this is something you fabricated? Maybe you came to our bar last night and heard that What the man in the felt hat said, right now you are just moving out the pre-planned rhetoric, wanting to get through."
"Yes." Yang Yeying said, "How do you prove that the man was killed by Nelson? How do you prove that you went to the post office in the morning?"
"Uh...that..." Feng Bujue tilted his head and glanced at his jacket pocket. "If the two agree, I can take out a temporary post office work permit from my jacket pocket. You see, it has my name and Commissioner Nelson's signature." He paused, then added, "And in my wallet, there is a driver's license with my name and...photos on it."
The Sagittarius and Yang looked at each other, seeming to believe them. But... they still haven't put down their guns.
"Take out both." After a while, the archer looked at Brother Jue and said, "Move slowly...yes...that's it."
Feng Bujue took out his temporary work permit first, following the instructions of the other party, and slowly placed it on the bar. After that, he took out the wallet in his trouser pocket, turned to the page with the driver's license, and held it in front of the two men.
"Hahahaha..." At this moment, the archer burst into laughter, and put away the revolver in his hand casually, and stepped forward to give Brother Jue a hug, "Oh! Man, I thought you were. Hahaha!"
Yang maintained a cold image and silently put the shotgun back under the bar: "It seems that the misunderstanding between us has been resolved."
"I have to buy you a drink, young man." The archer's fierce and old temperament disappeared in an instant, like a schizophrenia, and instantly turned back to that amiable, warm and friendly uncle, "Yang , Pour a glass of wine for our friend to be shocked."
Before he finished speaking, Yang already pushed a glass of wine with ice cubes in front of Brother Jue, and within ten seconds, prepared a glass of wine for himself and the boss.
"Respects to our new postman." The shooter was the first to raise the cup.
"Respect for the new postman." Yang also picked up the cup, and took the sentence indifferently.
Looking at two scorching eyes, Feng Bujue glared at the fisheye, and also picked up the wine glass: "Uh...Thank you..."
The three of them picked up the wine glasses, and they were all bored in one sip.
Feng Bujue is a person who doesn't like to drink too much. He hates the sensation of the smell of alcoholic beverages dissipating in his throat. But... don't like it, it doesn't mean you can't drink it
After he finished filling this glass of things, there was no difference between his expression and drinking a glass of water: "Um... where did we talk before?"
"It's...no comment." Yang followed the words of Brother Yang and said these four words coldly. Obviously, he still remembers the question Feng Bujue posed earlier...
"Okay." Feng Bujue would not be boring. He had already inferred from the reactions of the two—unless they told you themselves, it’s better not to mention questions about their origins. "Let’s talk. Other things are okay, so what...Are there many fat people living in this town?"
"Haha..." The shooter showed a scheming smile. Instead of answering Jue's question, he answered, "Listen, Dave, inquiring about things at the bar counter usually comes at a price. Understand?"
"Oh~ understand." Feng Bujue opened his wallet and took out a five-dollar bill. "These should be..."
"I didn't mean that." Unexpectedly, the archer pushed his money back, "I don't want money."
"No money...wonderful?" Feng Bujuexu raised his eyes and cast a weird look at the opponent.
The shooter didn't care about his reaction, but said to himself: "When you opened the wallet just now, I saw a membership card of the dart club."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for half a second, and replied, "You mean..."
"People call me a'shooter' for a reason." The shooter continued, "because I am very accurate no matter what I play. Not only shooting with a gun...including bows and arrows, slingshots, bowling, billiards, and more There are... darts, all of which are my strengths."
"So..." Feng Bujue figured out what the other party meant, and continued, "You who are hard to find an opponent in this small town... Want to find me a member of the darts club to discuss it?"
"Haha..." The shooter replied with a smile~IndoMTL.com~One round, one question. "
"Every time you lose a game, answer me a question?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That's right," the archer replied.
"Then I lost?" Feng Bujue is very sensitive to details such as bets, and he won't be confused in agreeing.
"If you have lost ten rounds in total, keep your'temporary work permit'." The shooter replied.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue's thoughts moved. "What's the use of that? This certificate is only valid for one..."
"I naturally have my reasons." The archer interrupted Brother Jue. Judging from his tone and expression, he seemed to know more about the documents than Brother Jue.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue hesitated for a moment, "You have to talk about the specific rules before I can decide..."
After hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of the archer's mouth, like a fisherman's expression when he saw a fish biting a hook: "Heh...you can..." (to be continued)
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