"How does this thing work?", Graff was playing with a pistol found from the police body. He didn''t really want to learn to use this weapon, but simply wanted to find something to ease his fear after killing. I''m afraid of killing people and myself.

    At the moment he took the policeman''s life, he felt a bloodthirsty excitement, like a long suppressed nature suddenly released. But after a short period of excitement, he became a normal person and began to worry and fear. People always have infinite power at the moment when they break through the legal boundary, because they don''t need to be constrained by law, morality and society to directly become another person, and they can freely release their personality.

    But when they came back from beyond the boundary, they began to worry, like Graf. The chain of law, society and morality tightly wraps the most complete personality and puts it into the deepest part of people''s soul.

    So he needs to find something to attract his attention, instead of always thinking about the consequences of killing the police.

    He asked this question very well, because the teenagers here are basically children of single parent families - their fathers have been forcibly recruited to the front line as cannon fodder. It is for this reason that they have a certain understanding of firearms.

    Just as Graf had finished, a child named simorak took the pistol from Graf''s hand and held it in his hand.

    "First of all, you need to make sure whether you use it or not, so there is a safety in this position of the pistol." simorak pointed to a small button on the front of the pistol handshake. "Press it, then push it up... You can shoot. But my personal suggestion is to try this thing in a place where no one is around. It''s not quiet."

    The pistols in this world still use Obsidian as the kinetic energy. It seems that the whole world is rotating around obsidian. Even some large war machines need obsidian and "steam" as the driving force. There is a closed filling chamber at the bottom of the pistol''s handshake. Before the Obsidian heat energy in it is completely consumed, the filled steam will top the filling chamber. Push the small push rod under the insurance, and Yaojing will be pushed into the catalyst bin and start to react.

    When the trigger is pulled, the "bullet" as a missile will be pushed out by great pressure to cause casualties.

    The bullet is a hollow metal cylinder with a diameter of only 7 mm and a length of only 1 cm. The front section of the cylinder is conical. This police pistol has a range of only 20 meters and a firing rate of only two shots per second.

    There are dozens of larger guns in the army, according to different ways of use. Some of them can also be fired continuously. It is said that the speed has reached a high speed of five shots per second. As for the highest firing speed of continuous weapons, it may be the heavy weapons often equipped on the at-12 platform. That kind of weapon has 12 barrels.

    Graff soon learned how to operate this uncomplicated small pistol. He fiddled with it for a while, and the wild rose bar appeared in front of him.

    Compared with the long dark road before, it is obviously much more prosperous after entering the urban center of tener. Almost all the city''s essence is concentrated in these three or four blocks. The carriage bypassed the front door of the wild rose bar and stopped in the alley behind the bar.

    The staff who had been here for a long time immediately called Mr. colt out. As soon as Mr. colt saw Graf, he went up with open hands and hugged the big man who didn''t adapt very well. When they separated, he looked down. His clothes were a little dirty. Although he was slandering Graf in his heart, his face was full of a happy expression, "great. I have to say that your things are great. I didn''t expect to buy goods so soon. Did you bring all my things?"

    When Graff stepped back, he could not bear the hug of the guy who was wearing perfume. "Of course, what about money?"

    "Here!" colt took out a check and handed it to him. He has cash, but it''s his own, and this check is wood''s. As the most widely circulated and applicable medium in the capital world, cheque has been integrated into almost all aspects of people''s life. The imperial central bank has found a cheque book with a maximum limit of five yuan. As long as the number on the cheque does not exceed the limit of the cheque and there is a corresponding signature and code, it can cash in full in the bank.

    Graff couldn''t tell the truth of the check, but he remembered what Turin told him. Don''t worry about colt not giving money unless he didn''t want to see the sun the next day. This is not a boast. As a businessman involved in gray business, who doesn''t have a group of helpers to "maintain justice"? Since colt dares to sell private wine, it shows that he understands this truth. If he starts to take something that doesn''t belong to him, he must be prepared to pay for being cut off and stretched out.

    Graff put the check away and looked at him again. "And!"

    "What else?" colt was stunned. "I gave it to you just now!"

    Graf looked at him with a strange expression. He saw that colt had to see if there was anything inappropriate on his body. He behaved very naturally. Naturally, Graf was thinking about it. But he really forgot and deliberately played it for himself.

    "The balance of the last batch of goods, your things are almost sold, and the accounts that should be settled should also be settled!" Graff reminded, which made colt silly.

    He just wanted to help wood get a hundred cases of wine back. He completely forgot that it was time to check out when he restocked. Private wine is not a legal business. It has been attacked and punished by imperial law and theocracy law. Therefore, no private wine merchant will ask the buyer to deposit as if it were a legitimate business. Every batch of goods should be checked out immediately when they are sold out. This is the law. I have never heard of anyone who has done anything against the law with installments.

    That''s not small money, thousands of dollars!

    Because it was not a small money, Graf''s eyes unknowingly became fierce. Perhaps because he had just killed someone, the killing intention was almost strong enough to overflow from his body.

    Colt was stunned for a moment and immediately smiled. "How could he forget? I''m just kidding you. Don''t take it seriously!" he said, raising his hand to pat Graf on the shoulder. This is one of his habits. He felt that patting people on the shoulder can prove that his position is higher than that of the opposite party, so he likes to pat people on the shoulder. But at this moment, the raised hand can''t shoot.

    The light is like an invisible wall, setting up an absolute boundary between colt and Graf.

    Colt smiled and waved his arm. "Wait a minute. I''ll get the money now. I can''t take so much money with me. I can''t take it out until I''m sure you''re here."

    This explanation also made sense. The fierce light in Graf''s eyes gradually went out. Colt walked quickly, almost pushed the door and rushed into the bar.

    As he walked quickly, he cursed secretly.

    Damn, dirty guart, he looked down at the two black marks on his clothes, and hated them in his heart. Returned to the office, opened the safe, took out the balance, and piled it up painfully. These little cute people who have to look at them every day are going to leave themselves. It''s really sad. Among the nearly 4000 yuan, there are only five 100 yuan bills, and the others are five or ten yuan bills.

    In the small cities far away from the center of the Empire, few people will use 100 yuan, so there is not much circulation.

    Back at the back door again, colt resolutely handed over all his money to Graf. Watching Graf put all his money in a small iron box, colt felt an unprecedented loss.

    That''s his money!

    Curse you guys for not surviving tonight!

    When all the goods were sent to the warehouse of the bar, Graff left with people and money. Colt, with a smile on his face, still waved his arm at the back door of the bar, just like how reluctant he was, but his lips kept opening and closing slightly, and dirty words came out of his mouth silently.

    When I got back to the office, wood showed up.

    What happened tonight is not a small thing. How could wood not watch it himself? He didn''t show up in the office just now in order to avoid that Wan yiglav had to sit in the office. There might be an accident when they met, so this guy hid at the bar counter outside, drank a glass of wine and warmed up.

    When wood was about to say something, his eyes suddenly became very sharp. He walked a few steps in front of colt, and colt held his breath. He held out a finger, touched and smelled two dark, sticky marks on Colt''s clothes. With his title of woodcutter, he certainly knew what it was, and his expression became a little dignified.

    He walked back and forth a few steps, put on his hat and immediately chased out.