Chapter 62 Innocence

Looking at Zero and not intending to get out of the way, the white man nodded and said, "The boy has guts. Looking at your thin skin and tender flesh, I have a few brothers who will definitely be willing to stab your buttocks later. You give..."

Before the words fell, a wine bottle bounced up and swept over the big man's head. The wine bottle burst, and the impact made the man swallow the rest of the words into his stomach. God knew how powerful this sweep was, and the big man flew up and smashed it heavily on a wine table next to him, crushing the table.

"Damn it, do you dare to do it? Beat him to death!"

"Kight him to death!"

Other people shouted angrily when they saw this.

A black man wore a fist, and his fist was full of sharp willow nails. He cursed that Chao Ling's face was a punch. If he was hit, his handsome face would be disfigured.

Zero fell back, but picked up the girl behind him and rolled on the ground. At the same time, he hooked the chair with his toes and threw it at the black man. The black man was punched and was hit by the chair thrown by Zero. The chair was broken, and the black man flew backwards with a scream, overwhelming several companions behind him.

"Fuck you!" A strong man with a beard and an enchanting girl tattooed on his chest took out a dagger from behind his waist, rushed forward and stabbed Zero's chest.

Zero pushed the girl away and supported the ground with one hand. He bounced up and crashed into the arms of a strong man.

The beard stabbed empty with a knife, while Zero beat him close to his body. He didn't use the ability to strengthen his strength, but only with the strength of ordinary people, his fists were like flying. The muffled sound on the cooked cowhide kept beating, and the beard's body kept jumping. When Zero stopped the movement of his fists, he had already foamed and fell down.

Seeing this, the two companions rushed up with daggers and iron bars. Zero was not ready to continue to entangle with them, so the M500 came to his hand and pointed to the eyebrows of the two.

The pub calmed down, and even the beasts on the stage stopped the human-flesh war, and only wild heavy metal music still sounded.

The white man who was thrown away by the zero-one bottle stood up dizzyly. He saw Zero with his back to him, his eyes turned, and picked up the dagger with a beard from the ground and was about to prick Zero.

" Stop it!"

A shout came from the direction of the gate, and the familiar voice made the Caucasians stop the dagger in mid-air. A middle-aged man came out of the door, with a cigar in his mouth and three or four ferocious scars on his face. He walked to the white man, slapped him, and swept the dagger still in his hand to the ground.

"What are you doing, boss?" The white man touched his flushed face and screamed.

With one hand on his head, the middle-aged man sprayed a mouthful of smoke at the white man and said with a sneer, "Damn it, I saved you so much nonsense. Just now, as long as you dare to stab, they will immediately shoot you down. Get back and take your people with you."

The white man's face turned blue and red, and finally stopped.

"Hey, outsiders. It's not fun to play with guns in pubs. If you don't put down the gun, believe it or not, I'll call my brother to ruin you. Walking to Zero's side, the middle-aged man pulled the girl over and said, "And you, Monica. Stop playing this kind of trick. If you want money, come back with me. I love your little ass.

The girl's face suddenly turned pale.

Zero finally put down his gun, and he looked at the girl named Moni with some surprise.

"Don't watch it, that's right, that's what you think." The middle-aged man's eyes swept over the girl and the Caucasian: "Moni and Johnson are together, and usually only people like you will be hooked with compassion. But then again, all the sympathetic people are dead these days. If you want to live in the wilderness, boy, put away your innocence.

There was an unnatural flush on Zero's face, and there was a cold light in his eyes. The people who were swept by his eyes, not to mention Johnson and the man and girl Monica, even the middle-aged people felt chill rolling behind their backs. It's like being targeted by a lone wolf. Although lone wolves have no companions, they are more cruel. At the same time, they are very vengeful.

"Okay, let them go, unless you want to make trouble." The first middle-aged man to recover said to Zero, "You are good at it. Let me buy you a drink."

Zero shook his head, put away his pistol, and said righteously, "No, I'll treat you. Master!"

The man looked at him unexpectedly: "Do you know me?"

"No before, I know you now." Zero silently saw Johnson and the others leave, and the white man was indeed with the girl. His hand on the girl Monica has been moving dishonestly. And Moni seemed to be used to this treatment and didn't say anything. However, when she left the pub, Monica seemed to have something to say, but finally left without saying anything.

"Hey, you don't like girls like Monica, do you? But that chick is not bad. I heard that it's very tight, but I haven't tried it. Master hit Zero and laughed, "If you want, I can arrange it for you. How about it?"

"No." Zero turned his head and looked into Master's eyes and said, "I'm looking for you to ask something? I heard that you are well-informed.

Master nodded politely, "This is recognized by everyone, but my news is not in vain."

"What do you want?" Zero asked.

"You can't give me what I want. As for money or women, I have a lot..." Master said slowly, "You are a mercenary. I smell that smell in you. Yes, the smell of the dead. So, how about you owe me a request first and fulfill it for me when I need it?

Zero looked at him coldly, and Master immediately raised his hand and said, "Well, well, you are not only a mercenary, but also a shrewd mercenary. Then if you think the request is unreasonable, you can refuse it.

"It's a deal."

Master raised his glass and drank it all: "Then tell me, what do you want to know?"

"I have a friend who is sick in terms of genetic and cell mutation. I want to know what company or organization has the ability to treat this disease? Zero asked directly.

He took a strong cigar, and Master smiled and said, "I don't know what the company organizes, but there is indeed a good doctor in Nujiao City. His name is Victor, and he lives in the west of the city. His expertise is genetic and cellular disease control.

looked at him blankly.

"Don't look at me like that, man. What I said is true."

Master raised his left hand, and Zero saw his left hand wearing gloves. Master took off the glove and saw an arm that could no longer be regarded as a human arm. Master's arms are full of oval scales, and his palms and fingers are deformed to varying degrees, which makes his arm look more like the limbs of some kind of beast. The meat scale extends to the position of the triceps and gradually fades, eventually bordering normal muscles.

"Do you see it? Three years ago, Laozi's tissue began to mutate. If Victor hadn't cured me, I would have become a monster now. Master laughed again and said, "But that man has a bad temper, and no one is willing to cure him. Unless you can impress him."

When Zero came out of the pub again, he already had an extra note with an address on it.