Vol 2 Chapter 713: Dave's World (12)

In the next ten minutes, Feng did not feel that he had eaten five bowls of snacks and drank eight glasses of water with a whisky glass.
When he opened the game menu again, the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared completely, and the fitness value returned to 1902/4800, and the survival value increased slightly, reaching more than 70%.
It seems that in this script, the ratios of "reply" and "decay" of the values ​​are the same, all in accordance with the actual physical sense of the character. In short... it’s fast and it’s fast.
In addition, while chewing food, he did not forget to use this time to communicate with npc.
Although the speech will be a bit sloppy, but the two npc's hearing is very hard, fully understand the meaning of the brother.
Therefore, he was very close to the two men.
"Okay... I have talked a lot about my business." After the compensation was completed, I stopped drinking a cup of water and slammed the mouth. Then I changed the topic. "It's better than... Let's talk about you two..."
As soon as this statement came out, the expressions on the shooter and Yang’s face changed immediately.
However, Jue Ge did not care about this. He did not leave time for the other party to think. He quickly asked: "I don't know how long the two have been in this town?"
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After 1.5 seconds, the muzzles of the two guns were aligned with the temples and forehead.
Between that point and five seconds, Yang took advantage of the thunderbolt, and took out a shotgun from under the bar; while the uncle of the shooter directly touched a revolver from himself, his gunman speed As fast as lightning, the real cowboy is probably not the case.
"喔~喔~ Calm... calm..." Feng Jie quickly raised his hands and stood up from the bar chair. And back half a step.
"Say! Who are you?" Yang asked in a cold voice. "Is it f to force you to come?"
"I don't think he is like it." Uncle Archer was picking up. "It's more like cia..." His muzzle moved down slowly. "Otherwise... let's break him one leg first, then slowly ask." ......"
"Hey! Don't mess!" Feng Shuan widened his eyes. With a very exaggerated acting, he showed horror and said, "I just came to the town to apply for a postman!"
"Yes, this rhetoric has just been said." The archer smirked back and said, "But we don't believe half a word..." He glanced at Yang. "Right. Old man."
"Yes..." Yang said. "I didn't react at the beginning. I thought he was just coming in to lie to eat and lie..." He paused and looked back at the shooter. "Until you look at me." I realized... How can someone walk into the bar at noon to drink water and eat snacks?
When he said this, he held the gun in his hand a little and sighed and said,
You are clearly Come to us!"
"Hey... I don't even know you have wood." The cold sweat that came to my mind was down.
But the two still ignore his words...
"You will pull it..." The archer smiled and said, "When you enter the bar door, I feel that you have a problem. Let you stay to test you..." He snorted, "Hey... temporary postman Who is it?" He also clenched the gun a bit, and he was ready to pull the trigger.
Just last night, there was a person in the store who claimed to be going to the post office for interviews, even if there were multiple temporary postmen in the town today. It’s only he’s right...

"Wait!" Suddenly, he suddenly raised the door and said, "The person you said... Is it wearing a well-dressed felt hat?"
"Well?" The shooter heard the words and apparently stunned.
Seeing the reaction of the other party, I feel a little bit in my heart, he knows... There is a drama in this matter.
"How do you know?" The archer and Yang exchanged a look and asked.
"I saw him at the post office in the morning." Feng did not know the truth. "I was interviewed with him, but he didn't get the chance to be a temporary postman."
"Oh?" Yang Hu answered with suspicion. "Why?" He looked up and down and looked at him again. "Is it because you are a little more handsome than him?"
"No..." Feng Huan shook his head. "Because he was a few minutes late, he was shot down by Director Nelson..."
"Well..." Hearing this sentence, the shooter and Yang snorted at the same time, and after two seconds, the same voice, "This is possible..."
"Rely! Who are you helping?" Fengshou said in the heart, "This town is a retired killer re-employment center... I heard that someone was killed because of being late, actually revealed a kind of 'original' Expression..."
"Slow..." After a few seconds, the shooter seemed to think of something again. He answered. "How do I know if this was made by you? Maybe you came to our bar last night and heard the felt hat. What the man said, right now you just moved out of the pre-planned rhetoric and wanted to get away with it."
"Yes." Yang should also say, "How do you prove that the man has been killed by Nelson? How can you prove that you have been to the post office in the morning?"
"Oh... that..." I closed my head and glanced at my jacket pocket. "If the two agree, I can take a postal work permit from my jacket pocket and show it to you. I have my name on it, and the signature of Director Nelson." He paused and added, "And in my wallet, I have a driver's license, my name on it, and... photos."
The shooter and Yang face each other, it seems that some believe. But... they still haven't put down their guns.
"The two are taken out." After a while, the shooter looked at the geek and said, "The movement is slower... Yes... that's it."
Unexpectedly, according to the instructions of the other party, he first took out his temporary work permit and slowly placed it on the bar. Then, he took out the wallet in his trouser pocket and flipped it to the page that held the driver's license. He lifted it to the eyes of the two.
"Hahahaha..." At this moment, the shooter suddenly laughed and, if nothing had happened, put away the revolver in his hand, and gave him a hug. "Oh! Man, I thought you were a cia, hahaha. !"
Yang is keeping a cold image and silently put the shotgun back under the bar: "It seems that the misunderstanding between us has been lifted."
"I have to ask you to have a drink, young people." The fierce, old-fashioned temperament of the shooter disappeared in an instant, like a schizophrenic, and instantly changed back to the amiable, warm and friendly uncle, "Yang, give Our friends poured a glass of wine and suppressed it."
His voice did not fall, Yang has already pushed a glass of iced wine to the front of the sensation, and within ten seconds, prepared a glass of wine for himself and the boss.
"Keep our new postman." The shooter first raised the cup.
"Grand New Postman." Yang also picked up the cup and took it indifferently.
Looking at the two burning eyes, I couldn't help but look at the dead fish eyes, and I picked up the wine glass: "Hey...thank you..."
The three men picked up the glasses and they all suffocated.
I don’t think it’s a person who doesn’t like drinking. He hates the feeling that the taste of alcoholic beverages spreads out in the throat. But... don't like it, it doesn't mean you can't drink it.
After he finished the cup, he was no different from drinking a glass of water: "That... where did we talk before?"
"Talk to... no comment." Yang continued to feel the words of his brother, and said these words coldly. Obviously, he still remembers the question he had previously raised...
"Okay." I don’t know if it’s boring. He has guessed from the reaction of the two npcs - unless they tell you it, it’s best not to mention questions about their origins. "Let's talk a little bit. Ok, what? We are in this town, do you live a lot of fat people?"
"Oh..." The shooter showed a veteran smile. He didn't answer the question of the brother, but he answered. "Listen, Dave, inquiring about things at the bar counter, usually paying some price, understand?"

"Oh~ understand." Unlocked the wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill. "These should..."
"I don't mean this." Unexpectedly, the shooter actually pushed his money back. "I don't want money."
"Don't want money... want someone?" Feng did not feel imaginary, and cast a strange look at the other side.
The shooter didn't care about his reaction, just said from the self: "When you opened the wallet, I saw a membership card for the dart club."
"Well?" Feng Wei did not feel a slight sigh for half a second, replied, "You mean..."
"People call me 'shooter' for a reason." The shooter answered, "because I am very 'no matter' whatever I play. Not only shooting with a gun... including bows, slingshots, bowling, billiards, and... Darts are all my strengths."
"So..." I couldn’t help but figure out what the other person meant, and answered, "You are hard to beat your opponent in this town... Would you like to find a member of this dart club?"
"Oh..." The shooter smiled back and said, "One game, one question."
"Every time you lose a game, answer me a question?" asked the seal.
"Yes." The shooter replied.
"Then I lost?" Feng is not very sensitive to the details of the bet, he will not agree with it.
"If you lose a total of ten innings, leave your 'temporary work permit'." The shooter replied.
"Ha?" The seal didn't feel like a move. "What do you want for that? The certificate is only valid for one..."
"I naturally have my reasons." The shooter interrupted the words of the brother. From his tone and demeanor, his understanding of the documents seems to be more than that of the brother.
"Well..." Hesitantly hesitated for a moment. "You have to talk about specific rules before I can decide..."
The words of the shooter’s mouth were a bit of a smile, as if the fisherman saw the expression of a fish bite:
Oh...may...
(to be continued)