I'm driving a chariot in the apocalypse

Seeing the smile on the corner of Rebana's mouth, Vito guessed Rebana's character, so he said: Sir Rebana, just now, your action of grabbing my hand was so powerful. It only took one move to completely surrender it. I'm impressed.

I have never admired anyone in this area, but you are the only one who makes me fall in love with you.

Rebana corrected him: It's because he fell to the ground!

Vito clapped his hands and praised: You are so knowledgeable, you are so humble. Lord Rebana, you are the moon in the sky, the sun that brings light to the world.

Although Rebanna likes to listen to flattery and likes to be praised, he is still self-aware. Exaggerated! How can I compare to the sun?

Seeing that Rebanna didn't like the metaphor, Vito recalled a man named Red Wolf that some bounty hunters had boasted about. Then he said: It's no exaggeration, you are just like Mr. Red Wolf, shining brightly.

Rebana stared at Vito and said, Do you really think I look like Lord Red Wolf?

Vito saw the expectation in Rebana's eyes, and he didn't understand what Rebana was thinking. Of course! You look so much like Mr. Red Wolf! Your deeds have spread to Bobu Town. It's my fault that I didn't recognize you at first sight. I am the youngest bounty hunter and the future of bounty hunters. It’s all my fault whether I recognized him or not.”

Under Vito's flattery attack, Rebana was already dizzy. After being fed two glasses of vodka by Vito, he was completely dizzy. He felt that he was not on the ground, but already flying in the sky, fluttering. The feeling is very wonderful.

That Salmonella ape family, the smallest one is about three meters tall, and their skin is so tough that even my mosquito tank and the 37mm main gun can't kill those monsters instantly with one shot.

The monster's claws are extremely sharp, and the armor pieces on the Mosquito tank can be torn apart like paper.

What Rebana told was spitting, and the people present listened with gusto. Listening to stories in bars is a normal thing, but they had never seen anyone tell the story vividly.

Rebana often listened to the bounty hunters bragging in the bar. After he was drunk, his mind became dizzy, and many deeds that were not his were attributed to him.

The watermelon-headed boy shook his head. Although he drank a lot of wine, he was smarter than everyone else, so he naturally heard what Rebana was bragging about.

At this time, Boss Dorn gave the watermelon-headed boy a bottle of red wine and said, Master Cliff, a new batch of musket meat has arrived. It is very fresh. Do you want to try it?

Cliff, the watermelon-headed boy, said, Are you sure? Donne, I hate it when people lie to me.

Absolutely fresh, I bought it even before the blood stains were dry!

Bring it over when it's ready!

Dawn smiled and left, writing down twenty dollars for musket meat on Cliff's bill.

Cliff ate the musket meat elegantly, a palm-sized piece, very fresh. The fresh musket meat is very tender and smooth, and the juices flow out when you bite into it.

Dorn! It's very good. It's really fresh musket meat. Did Rebana send it?

You are really amazing. You can see it right away.

Cliff wiped his mouth and said, Yes, give Rebana something to drink! He should be thirsty!

Cliff left the bar and walked outside in the heavy rain. He also wanted to be an adventurer and travel around the world. However, his father did not agree with his idea.

If only one could have a chariot, one could go on an adventure, just like Rebanna.

Cliff suddenly stopped and let the cold rain hit his face. He turned back and looked in the direction of the bar and made an idea.

Rebana drank the red wine brought by Cliff and continued to tell legendary stories. Amidst everyone's applause, Rebana sat on the wine table on the side. His mind was groggy and his stomach was very uncomfortable. , the pleasure brought by alcohol disappeared and was replaced by discomfort.

Vito walked to Rebana and said, Sir Rebana, do you want to make money?

Rebana glanced at Vito. Rebana had a good impression of Vito and said, Is there anything you can do?

Of course! I have a way.

As he spoke, Vito took Rebana to the gambling hall specially opened in the bar. The gambling hall is inside the bar. The sound insulation effect is very good, and the noisy sound cannot be transmitted outside the bar at all.

The gambling in the casino is not about poker, but about frogs. The rules are very simple. Place the frogs on a specific track to see which frog reaches the finish line first.

Rebanna was dazed, but he quickly figured out how to operate. There were three frogs in front of me, one was only the size of a thumb, pink, and his name was Napoleon; one was half the size of a palm, yellow all over, and his name was the Tsar; and there was another one that was a little bigger than the Tsar, and was indeed frog green, and his name was Called Caesar.

All three frogs pay two for one.

Looking at these three frogs, Rebana directly pressed the Czar, with the lowest pressure being 100. Rebanna pressed 100 under Vito's deception.

The gambling game started, and the Tsar rushed out first, but Caesar surpassed the Tsar with one jump, and Caesar jumped ahead with two consecutive jumps.

Soon Caesar passed the halfway point and was two steps ahead of the Czar, while Napoleon was far behind.

Suddenly Caesar stopped, and the Tsar had a chance to overtake him. At the end, Napoleon jumped like a chicken and took the first place in one fell swoop. There is not much distance left to the end.

Napoleon was first, the Tsar was second, and Caesar was third. Three frogs are chasing each other, and it's hard to tell who wins or loses.

Rebana was not panicked at all. Although he was dizzy, he knew from the effects of perception that the stalemate was temporary and that the Tsar would definitely win.

Everything was as expected, Caesar stopped before the collision line, Napoleon was still two bodies away from the collision line, and the Tsar crossed the white line in one leap.

With a sense of cheating, Rebana won five games in a row. There was no trace of happiness on Vito's face, and his intestines were broken. This gambling table was set up by him and his friends in order to empty Rebana's wallet.

Although there are many people at the table, Rebana is the only one who really gambles, and the others are just trustworthy people. These people's money will be repaid in full. If Rebana continues to win, Vito's fortune will be wiped out.

Rebanna was very dizzy, but not only did he win three hundred yuan in half an hour, which made him very happy, the dizzy feeling almost disappeared!

Vito's friend Wolf came over and whispered: Think of a way! If this continues, you will lose everything!

Vito looked at the drunken Rebanna, and with a heartbeat, he said, It's okay, he is already drunk. After a while, he will do something to whichever frog he chooses.