"This is the world now. The strong prey on the weak and the winners take all. Whoever is brave enough can earn enough."

The bald man with a fierce face slapped the M17 on the bar counter. The black muzzle and the large tattoo on his arm looked particularly ferocious. He grinned at the bartender lady beside him, "A glass of vodka, add ice."

The latter's eyes were full of horror, and he was trembling behind the bar, and he couldn't control his body. A stream of warm liquid flowed down her thighs.

It’s not a fault for her to be timid, because the male white-collar worker who was still in love with her and chatting and laughing half a minute ago suddenly fell on the bar without any signs, as if his head had a deep hatred with marble.

However, unlike those drunkards in the past, this time there was a peanut-sized blood hole on the back of his head, and the splashed brain even fell on the bartender's white shirt, which completely scared the latter.

The tattooed bald man lined up the bullets in his pockets on the bar and pushed them into the magazines one by one.

"Do you know what the problem is for most of us? We eat synthetic meat, live in small apartments less than 20 square meters, go to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables on time at 9 o'clock every night, listen to financial and current affairs news on time, maintain moral standards, follow those kind advice, and stay away from trouble... We live like this day after day, but has anyone ever thought about what this is for?

No one spoke in the bar, not because he could not answer the "philosophical" question of the tattooed bald man, but because most people, like the bartender lady, were frightened by the scene that just happened in front of him and lost their ability to think.

After a brief silence, someone screamed first, so the crowd began to cry and flee to the bar, as if a group of rats with tails burned. Someone ran out and took out his personal terminal and contacted the Star Police in panic.

It was at this time that Weize stepped into the gate of the Red Owl Bar.

At this time, there were no few people left in the bar. Except for the bartender who wanted to leave but couldn't, and the corpse who didn't want to leave at the bar, basically all the people who could escape had escaped.

Therefore, the appearance of Weize seems particularly conspicuous.

The tattooed bald man was still chattering, like Mr. Li, a citizen who lost all his money in the stock market.

"Look at your surroundings. Since that shit transition engine was developed, the world has been over. The bastard politicians and businessmen on TV have always emphasized that we are in the best era, a new era, but in fact the price of rapid interstellar colonization is endless chaos!"

The tattooed bald man took the vodka from the trembling hand of the bartender lady, took a sip and continued, "The colonial point across half of the galaxy made the police's power short. The mechanical auxiliary police who spent 20 billion star coins were proven to be a piece of garbage. They couldn't even tell what was flirting between lovers and what was sexual harassment. In the end, our city had to rely on those gangsters and villains who called themselves bounty hunters to maintain public order. This is really a great irony."

The tattooed bald man complained, and from the corner of his eyes noticed that Weize was walking in and suddenly became cold. He pushed the last bullet into the magazine and said vigilantly, "Who is it?"

"Well, you probably won't like me, because I'm probably the hooligans and villains you call me." Weize's eyes swept over the bartender's towering chest, whistled, and then reached into the pocket on the inside of the clothes.

But the tattooed bald man was obviously faster. He quickly grabbed the M17 and pointed the muzzle at someone, with a gloomy face, "Damn bounty hunter, always like a vulture. Boy, don't disturb me drinking, the matter here has nothing to do with you! If you know the truth, get out of my sight!!!"

"Tsk tsk, relax, big guy." Weize slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket. There was an iron badge between his middle finger and index finger, with a half-open mysterious eyes engraved on it, and there was a string of capital letters BHD7 (Bounty                                                                                             

"According to the supplementary provisions of Article 22 of the Federal Public Security Law, BH has the right to temporarily exercise when facing serious violations..."

Weize was only halfway through his words, and was interrupted by a gunshot. The tattooed bald man pulled the trigger of the M17. The fire flashed, and the bullets directly knocked out a hole in the hunter badge in Weize's hand.

"Don't you understand what others say?" said the bald man with tattoos coldly, "Get out quickly, or the next bullet will be on your forehead!"

Wei Ze shrugged and took back the badge in his hand. "I don't like this kind of rules and regulations, but there is no way. This is the new rule just issued by the federal government in June. If I don't comply with it, they will deduct 10% of my bounty. Everyone comes out to make a living and understand each other."

"It seems you are looking for death!" The tattooed bald man's patience was finally consumed, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, Wei Ze's figure also moved. He rolled into the doorway next to him and kicked over a wine table. Bullets shot on it. The fierce firepower easily tore the wooden round table apart. After that, the kinetic energy did not decrease and it poured all into the doorway.

The tattooed bald man shot half of the bullet in one breath, then stood up from the seat, approaching towards the deck step by step as the bartender's eyes were about to collapse.

Although he was worth a lot of money by lip service, he still knew the other party's ability in his heart. Many police officers were helpless and retaliated in the end, but they were all trapped in the hands of the bounty hunter. They were a group of desperate people who licked blood from the blade, with a keen sense of smell like a hunting dog and a skill beyond ordinary people.

Therefore, the tattooed bald man did not relax his vigilance when moving, and his muzzle always pointed at the deck.

However, when he moved carefully to the locker, he found that it was empty inside.

Oh no!!! The tattooed bald man realized that he had been trapped, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. He turned his body as soon as possible, but in the end he was still a step slower. When his wrist was holding the gun hurt, M17 was kicked out.

"Hey, are you looking for me?"

Weize quietly emerged from the shadow behind the tattooed bald man, but after succeeding in one blow, he did not take advantage of the victory, but instead opened a little distance with the prey, in order to avoid the other party fighting a trapped beast.

The tattooed bald man's eyes fell on Eisawa's waist, where there was an Order 3 electromagnetic pistol produced by SIG. It has always been popular in the bounty hunter circle due to its stable performance and superior performance when dealing with complex environments.

Weize seemed to be able to see the worry of the tattooed bald man and grinned, "Don't worry, I won't use a gun, one of the BH rules - only living prey can get a higher reward."

"It's a pity that you picked the wrong opponent today, and you can't make a fortune even if you have a son." The tattooed bald man took off the military vest outside, revealing his strong muscles that were comparable to those of a bodybuilder.
Chapter completed!