Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 13

The PARTY in the hall continued. The gangsters were eating wasteland-style barbecue while drinking whiskey from overseas. This combination was a bit nondescript.

Of course, compared to their dancing posture, it is already very good.

The female slave in charge of the barbecue was forcibly pulled into the crowd and became the plaything of the gangsters.

Compared to those barbaric guys, the Prophet is very gentleman and polite.

He put his dance partner into a gorgeous low-cut dress, put on jeweled jewelry, tied up her hair like a dark cloud, held her hand tenderly, looked at her face affectionately, and played the song on the phonograph Music, moving feet rhythmically.

Looking from the outside, it really feels like it stands out from the crowd.

I heard from Chang Wu that his dancing partner used to be the wife of a manager in Gem City who ran a tailor shop and was a well-known lady.

However, this pampered lady became the Prophet's confidante (Mrs. Yazhai) because of an accident, and she was also the steward of the Black Saints, responsible for resource allocation.

Tang Yan stayed at the gate for a moment, and when no one was paying attention, he threw the D-8 explosive on the back wall of the hall until a drunk gangster came out. He walked over with his head lowered and bumped into the man.

"You don't have eyes when you walk?" The man grabbed his collar and said viciously, the strong smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, making people sick.

Tang Yan looked around and punched the man directly in the face.

"Bastard." This ingenious greeting completely angered that guy.

The drunk man punched him, and Tang Yan gritted his teeth violently. He was punched by the opponent, and hit the bridge of the nose, causing blood to flow out instantly.

"It's your uncle's fault!" He swore angrily, hugged the drunkard's waist and pushed him forward, and the two of them jumped into the hall.

"Is it okay to bully newcomers?" Tang Yan sat on him and kept slapping the man's face: "You are the best after drinking, aren't you?"

clap, clap, clap...

He shouted loudly and slapped the drunk man's face loudly.

The scene at the door quickly attracted the attention of the guards, who quickly put down the wine glass, walked over with a look of anger, and pulled him up from the drunk.

"I want to see the Prophet, I want to see the Prophet..." he shouted loudly, blood still gushing from his nostrils.

The drunk man was so dizzy from the blow that he struggled several times but couldn't get up from the ground.

The music stopped soon, and the people in the hall stopped twisting their bodies. Only the hanged woman behind the high platform was still hanging in the air, spinning slowly with the swaying of the hemp rope.

"I want to see the prophet, I want to see the prophet..."

In the midst of his shouting, the man in a suit and tie let go of his partner's hand, smiled politely and apologized, separated from the crowd, and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

The drunk man sat up from the ground, panting heavily.

The two guards who held Tang Yan stopped dragging him outside and stepped aside to guard him.

"I wonder if bullying newcomers is an expression of the Black Saints' values?"

The Prophet raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this sentence, obviously interested in him.

There are very few books that can be read in the wasteland. In this era of serious civilization regression, basically no one spends a lot of time reading. Most people only know some common words, and few people pay attention to things like values ​​and power culture. .

Tang Yan's question touched the sensitive string in his heart——in this wasteland, there is no one who can exchange views, debate with each other, and talk about scriptures and sermons.Although he is the leader of a gang and has many brothers under him, this does not mean that his life is perfect and his spiritual pursuit can be satisfied.

"Are you the newcomer who just came out of the refuge?" The Prophet waved his hand to signal the guards to step aside, and stretched out his hand to pull Tang Yan who was sitting on the ground.

"Yes, I am the newcomer who just came out of the shelter." Tang Yan held his hand and stood up with help.

This is a very normal behavior, the crowd waited for the prophet to speak, and spoke beautiful and contagious words with a magnetic voice.

Oh, that is the most beautiful thing in the world, like the morning light ending the cold night, bringing hope to their wasteland life and pointing out the way.

However, in the next breath, the situation took a turn for the worse. Before they could react, a knife appeared next to the major artery in the prophet's neck, and with a little force, it would cut through the line of bruises.

No one, not even the Prophet himself, expected things to turn out this way.

He stretched out his hand to grab the newcomer, but he didn't want to become a hostage just by meeting him.

The pheasant was frightened and had no idea what to do. He just kept mumbling "How is it possible? How is it possible?"

The newcomers will be strictly interrogated before entering the base, and it is absolutely impossible to enter with weapons, but... But what happened to the knife that stood on the Prophet's neck?

"Little bastard, are you looking for death?" Chang Wu drank a little too much and rushed forward with the bottle in hand. Fortunately, the conscious gangster next to him stopped him.

Tang Yan looked at the bandits on the opposite side and led the prophet outside step by step.

"Why do this?"

The man in suit and tie couldn't figure out his motive for doing so.

"Who do you work for? The Governor? Yang Zhi? Or Zang Feng."

The Governor refers to the military leader of Gem City.Yang Zhi is the boss of the Razor Demons, and Zang Feng is the commander of the Pandaren Legion.

They are the heads of the three forces that have the greatest conflict with the interests of the black saint, and they are also the three people who most want him to die.

"Listen, no matter what conditions they offer you, I will pay double the price, guarantee your life safety, and send you to a new place to live."

Tang Yan remained silent, but continued to walk outside.

"I believe that you are a person with ideals and insights, so you must know what this wasteland needs most at present."

"Order, to restore human civilization to the pre-war level, there must be order, and maintaining order requires not only force, but also ideas and hopes to soothe people's hearts. People like the Governor and Yang Zhi, what they have done What I do is just to safeguard the interests of myself and the group that supports them. I am the only one who really wants to save the end of the world and rebuild human civilization."

Tang Yan led him out of the hall, and the darkness buried their faces.

The gangsters followed, with gun-wielding guards at the front, and loud curses behind them, shouting for Tang Yan to let him go.

Soon, the searchlight turned from outside the wall to the inside of the wall, shining on Tang Yan. The person holding a machine gun or sniper rifle on the sentry tower also turned his gun and aimed at the people under the searchlight.

In anyone's eyes, for Tang Yan, the current situation is terrible, and his behavior is simply asking for death.

No one knew that as a key figure in the kidnapping incident, Tang Yan was in a happy and excited mood.

This is the situation he wants. All the black saints hate him and hate him.

It took less than 10 minutes from kidnapping the prophet to leaving the hall, and the system interface showed that the reward value had already reached 1183.

He had no time to check more items, but one thing was certain. The CMC power armor and C-14 impaler worn by the Terran Marines in the StarCraft story had been unlocked.

Still the same sentence, if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub.

No, this sentence is not worthy of his current behavior.

The tough man who walks on the edge of a knife wants to drink the strongest wine, sleep with the wildest woman, and kill the most ferocious beast.

Holding their boss hostage in front of all the thieves, if this kind of thing gets out, it should be made into a legend and spread to Gem City.

(End of this chapter)