Bionic Era

　　 Lu Wen was least fond of traveling in the morning peak in his life.

　　 This life is also true.

　　 He is stuck in the 14th district and the road to the 15th district. This is still the road with the best road condition based on the systematic analysis.

　　 There is still a way to the 16th district.

　　 "I hope I can catch up."

　　……

　　 The sixteenth district.

　　 The life in the slum remains the same.

　　 In a bad place, children are playing in the garbage dump, trying to find something funny with those dirty hands.

　　 In a better place, rows of bungalows occasionally emit two or three plumes of smoke.

　　 The world will not change because of the death of a certain person.

　　 The rich continue to be rich.

　　 The poor continue to be poor...Of course, it cannot be continued without descendants.

　　 "Why didn't you go out today? Those people are all dead?" Duan Tiannan sat on the old sofa.

　　 wanted to have a bottle of beer to wake up and doze off, but Duan Hongye strongly snatched it away.

　　 Now lying on the sofa, the boredom of this middle-aged man is almost engraved on his face.

　　 None of the Western heroes on TV can cheer him up.

　　 "It's still one short."

　　 Duan Hongye's calm voice came from the small kitchen full of oil.

　　 There are several other sounds in the kitchen.

　　 gas stove, crock, spoon, pot and bowl.

　　 "You have to eat in the morning. You told me that, go to the kitchen and get the bowl by yourself."

　　 She walked into the living room with a pot of mung bean porridge and put it on the coffee table.

　　 There is no dining table, this small living room is everything.

　　 "It's just more exquisite than me when I was younger." Duan Tiannan muttered, got up and walked into the kitchen.

　　 The fragrance of mung bean porridge is very light, floating in this bungalow.

　　 sitting on the sofa, drinking mung bean porridge side by side.

　　 There are still boring westerns with touching quality on TV.

　　 Neither of them spoke.

　　 It took a long time, or maybe just a while.

　　 Duan Hongye put the empty bowl on the coffee table and calmly looked at the middle-aged man who was still drinking porridge.

　　 "Actually I have always had a problem."

　　 "Wait until I finish the porridge."

　　 Duan Tiannan's voice is also very calm.

　　 He drank very slowly, unlike his usual gulp-drinking style.

　　 is too slow.

　　 As if the porridge in a bowl can never be finished.

　　 "It's very fragrant, and I have been doing better and better recently...I can support myself in the future."

　　 Duan Tiannan put down the empty bowl in his hand.

　　 The westerns on TV are coming to an end.

　　 The ending this time is very special, not the traditional Dzogchen ending.

The protagonist bid farewell to his beloved, and rushed to the doomed duel. Two gunshots came from the yellow sand. The people in the small town could not wait until that person came back. The villain never appeared again. Years later, only a few people remember , The figure who disappeared into the yellow sand riding a horse...

　　 "Let's talk about it." Duan Tiannan is very calm. He used to sigh for the fate and regret of the protagonist.

　　 "Do you prefer the title of Nightcrawler or the title of King of Killers." Duan Hongye asked.

　　 "Kill...what?" Duan Tiannan was stunned, "What kind of **** title is this? Have you seen a lot of urban novels?"

　　 "That's what it says on the data." Duan Hongye said.

　　 "The king of what, in this slum, I can give you twenty or thirty people with this title." Duan Tiannan seems to have a hard time believing that he is called such a brain-dead title.

　　 "Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. Those of you who like to walk around in the dark have not distinguished the outcome?"

　　 "This is modern, not ancient. It is deadly to tell the victory or defeat. Whoever is okay all day squatting around the corner and aiming at his peers, the rules are messed up and the rules are messed up. Making money is important."

　　 "So too."

　　 After the title of brain damage, the topic of the two people was slightly opened up.

　　 "I have another question." Duan Hongye said softly, "The last question..."

　　 "Let's talk."

　　 "Since you have already retired, why do you still have to take that mission? I know it's not because of the fifty thousand, five million you are not allowed to retire."

　　 Duan Tiannan was silent.

　　 finally asked this question.

　　 "When people are always down, who doesn't owe a few favors?"

　　 He sighed.

　　 The middle-aged man looked at the old glass window and seemed to think of a long time ago.

　　 "When I was a kid... When I was very young, I just escaped from the training camp and hid all the way to this slum. That person took me in."

　　 "That was the first favor I owed, and the last favor I repaid."

　　 "Later, I wanted to wash my hands in Jinpen and came to this place. I would just spend my life relaxing like this. He found me and asked me to do something for him... Kill his hostile gang family."

　　 "I always like to write in those novels. The killer will have an accident in the last task. It is actually very inaccurate. Many guys have retired smoothly, got married and had children, and lived a happy life. I thought so too."

　　 "There are more than ten people in that family, and there are a few gangsters who acted with me. I was worried that their marksmanship was inaccurate. After the matter was over, I went back and checked the scene."

　　 "Their marksmanship is indeed inaccurate..." Duan Tiannan looked at Duan Hongye, "There is a little girl who was not hit."

　　 "I'm finished, the story is like this."

　　 He sighed, habitually wanting to drink beer to moisturize his throat.

　　 But there is only mung bean porridge on the table.

　　 "Where to go?" He looked at Duan Hongye,

　　 "At the top of the building, the way you like it."

　　 Duan Hongye spoke lightly, got up, and threw a gun at him.

　　 Very traditional revolver.

　　 Very affectionate duel.

　　The one who draws the gun first loses honor, but can win the opportunity.

　　 If the person who drew the gun survived, the honor and the opponent's life belonged to him.

　　 The roof of this bungalow has not been cleaned for many years, and the weeds have grown wildly under the nourishment of rain.

　　 "Well, if these grasses grow like this, our house will be gone." Duan Tiannan pulled out two weeds and threw them down, "Remember to take care of them later."

　　 Duan Hongye looked indifferent and stood opposite him.

　　 Both of them have revolvers on their waists.

　　 "Suddenly want to drink beer." Duan Tiannan scratched his head.

　　 "Alcohol will kill you." Duan Hongye spoke on the opposite side.

　　"I don’t know if I will have a chance to drink it~www.ltnovel.com~ It’s not as terrifying as old westerns.

　　 The nervousness did not rise either.

　　 may be so ordinary.

　　 Duan Hongye was the first to draw his gun, and the delicate revolver drew an elegant arc in the air.

　　 can Duan Tiannan faster.

　　 This middle-aged man who likes to drink beer was incredibly fast, but in an instant, his muzzle was aimed at Duan Hongye.

　　 "Bang——Bang——"

　　 Two gunshots.

　　 The people in the slums were taken aback for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

　　 Gunshots are frequent in this place.

　　 No one fell.

　　 "Pattern!"

　　 The two revolvers were hit one after another and fell to the ground.

　　 Both of them were a little surprised, looking at the roof of another bungalow not far away.

　　 The muzzles of the two black holes were slowly retracting Lu Wen's arms.

　　 Machines can be faster than people.

　　 He jumped between several roofs, and his powerful strength made his jumping ability far beyond ordinary people.

　　 After a while, he came to the two of them.

　　 "This is the so-called falling in love and killing each other?" Lu Wen was amazed, "Today is considered a long experience."

　　 "Do you dare to come alone? Where is Xia Chuluo?" Duan Hongye frowned, seemingly unhappy.

　　 "She has something to do recently, by the way, I am not alone, I am a machine." Lu Wen smiled faintly, and held Duan Tiannan on the shoulder.

　　 "Let’s go, let’s go down for a drink first. I am tired and thirsty all the way."

　　……

　　Good night, all book friends.

　　The light in the bathroom suddenly started to flash today.

　　Does the author of suspense all encounter certain situations?

　　 I am obviously not suspenseful...