The Force of the Phoenix

Chapter 6, The Town

Autumn nights are very cold.

Luo Yang vaguely regained consciousness, he moved his body, and suddenly felt a burst of coldness and pain.

Jumping from the 700-meter-high waterfall, Luo Yang landed on his head. Even with the buffer of the river, his head was still like a broken watermelon, dyeing the river red and white.

Of course, he can heal himself, but his head blows up and consumes a lot of energy.

Afterwards, as the rushing river flowed, Luo Yang bumped around like a ping pong ball in a front-loading washing machine.

When he was washed to the bank by the river, not a single part of his body was intact, so he was able to heal himself, and someone else would have died long ago and couldn't die anymore.

"I really envy those who can jump off cliffs, waterfalls, buildings, and helicopters without falling to their deaths. Sure enough, such things as the protagonist's halo are not for me!"

Luo Yang shook his head, supported his body with his hands, and got up from the river beach.

The only thing to be thankful for is that at last he was not naked.

He gasped and looked around.

There were no mountain waterfalls within sight. There were not dense bushes on both sides of the wide river. Further ahead, a faint or faint light could be seen.

Luo Yang has long forgotten what land features and monsoon climate he learned in high school, and now his mind is full of thoughts...

Where the hell am I!

A gust of cold wind blew, and Luo Yang sneezed heavily.

Although Luo Yang is immortal, he is afraid of the cold.

First he was cremated, and now he was soaked in water and frozen like a dog. This time-travel experience between ice and fire... ahem... was really bad!

"The light ahead...should be a village or a small town, right?"

Luo Yang consumed energy points and created heat to dry the badly damaged military uniform on his body.

A glance at the data interface:
Energy value: 648
Mental Power: 139/280 Hertz (+)

Phoenix Force Fragment: ? ? ?
The process of escaping consumed a lot of energy and mental strength. Moreover, Luo Yang had not eaten anything since he traveled to this world.

Even self-healing mutants are hungry and need to eat.

The strong sense of hunger made Luo Yang weak all over, he could only lift his feet up with difficulty, and walked towards the direction of the light.

After walking for nearly half an hour, Luo Yang finally saw rows of simple houses.

There is a small village in front of it, the scale is not too big, and the quality of life of the American people during World War II was not high.

It was already late at night, and most of the shops in the town were closed. After wandering around for a long time, Luo Yang finally saw a shop named 'Patrick' in the center of the town.

"Is this a bar... or a restaurant?"

This shop is made of wood. Looking inside from the half-open door, you can see three or four square tables inside. On the bar counter facing the door, there is an uncle in a leather jacket sitting.

The man was holding a wine glass in his left hand and a cigar in the other hand. He was concentrating on listening to the opera playing on the radio on the bar.

Luo Yang hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go inside.

I hope there is something to eat in this shop, even a sip of wine to warm up the body is great.

As for the money...

Luo Yang is ready to pay off the debt with labor, and I believe the owner of this store will definitely give him a discount for Luo Yang's pity.

Pushing open the door of this store, the bell on the door rang.

Luo Yang went straight to the bar, with an expression as natural as possible, "Boss, have a glass of whiskey, do you have any food along the way? Just serve me some."

"Are you an adult, child?"

The bald middle-aged man behind the bar asked a question, and then brought a plate of potato cubes from behind, and put it in front of Luo Yang: "Unless you are an adult, I cannot sell you alcohol."

"I'm an adult! I'm already 28!"

After Luo Yang finished speaking, he grabbed the potato cubes on the plate in front of him and stuffed them into his mouth desperately.

Although the plate of potatoes did not know when it was made, Luo Yang didn't care about it. The starch of the potatoes melted on the tip of his tongue, and the faint sweetness brought an unimaginable sense of happiness to Luo Yang who had been hungry for an unknown amount of time.

The so-called long drought meets nectar, Luo Yang gobbled up all the potato cubes on the plate.

If it's not out of face, he really wants to lick the plate clean.

"Cough cough... hiccup..."

Unsurprisingly, Luo Yang choked because he ate too fast. He beat his chest hard, trying to relieve the hiccups, but it didn't work at all.

The boss and the uncle next to him couldn't help laughing when they saw Luo Yang's appearance.

"Hey, boy..."

The uncle next to him was holding a cigar in his mouth. With a push of his left hand, he slid the quilt in his hand along the bar towards Luo Yang.

Seeing this, the bald boss wanted to stop him: "Please, this kid looks at most 16 years old, I can't buy him alcohol!"

"Well, you sold me the wine, so this has nothing to do with you."

The uncle took a puff of cigarettes at the bald boss, who shrugged helplessly and continued to pick up the wine glass and wipe it.

Luo Yang took the wine glass from the uncle next to him, and took a sip without thinking about it.

This wine is much lighter than Chinese wine, so in the movie Wai Guoren drinks it as a drink. However, their wine is very strong. If they really drink it as a drink, they will probably sleep on the street that night.

"Thank you!" Luo Yang took two sips of wine, and handed the glass back to the uncle next to him.

The uncle curled his lips, put the cigar into his mouth again, and took a heavy drag.

It has to be said that the uncle's profile is perfect, Luo Yang always feels that this person's image is very familiar, but he is not sure.

"Insert a piece of news..."

The opera on the radio at the bar suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a hoarse middle-aged male voice: "A Chinese man is wanted nationwide. The man has committed multiple robberies and murders, and the suspected crimes amount to tens of thousands of dollars..."

"The Chinese man is 1.8 or [-] years old, about [-] meters tall, slightly thin, with disheveled hair... The police are conducting a nationwide search. Those who provide valid information will be rewarded with [-] U.S. dollars. Regardless of life or death, the reward will be [-] U.S. dollars... "

Hearing this news, the eyes of the few people present all lit up, and they gathered around one after another, discussing this huge bounty in one go.

Two thousand dollars!

During World War II, the monthly allowance for an ordinary American soldier was $60.

Two thousand dollars is enough for a person to be a soldier for nearly three years!

and many more!

Chinese man... sixteen or seventeen years old...

All eyes were on Luo Yang. For some reason, the beggar-like Chinese man in front of him seemed to fit the description on the radio.

Even the bald boss, who was still very kind just now, has changed his eyes.

"You are the ... wanted criminal on the radio!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not, I don't know anything!"

Luo Yang took a deep breath and resolutely denied Sanlian. He looked vigilantly at the few strong men around him, his nerves tensed up again after finally relaxing.

(End of this chapter)