Coming out of the shop, James looks wronged. five kilograms of rice was just exchanged for two guns. He keeps muttering to himself, "He really has the nerve to do that. If we saved the rice, it could last us four or five days."
The residential area they were assigned to is an old one. The highly intelligent and automated residential areas are only for senior talents with strength and ability to live in.Oliver actually thinks that the facilities in this old residential area are better than those in the apartment complex in his previous world.
Half of the people in the community have already moved in. As soon as Oliver and his group of new arrivals show up, most people's eyes reveal a greedy and fierce light, while only a few people have friendly looks.
Those who have survived for three and a half years in the apocalypse are mostly not nice people. Killing people and zombies is as common as having a meal. In their view, when new people come to the base, they will more or less bring food or valuable items. As the "old hands", they can just "teach" the new people a lesson and collect some "protection money".
Oliver just smiles. He thinks that even without a gun, he can handle fighting ten people at once. Now that he has a gun, he is even less afraid of these people.
But he overestimates his image. He looks thin and weak on the outside, and he seems to be an easy target to bully. As soon as Oliver and the others enter the community, more than a dozen strong men surround them.
"Everyone, welcome to the community..." The leading strong man says with a smile. He seems to be very familiar with this kind of "business". He doesn't give Oliver and the others a chance to speak and says, "My name is Tarzan. My character is just like my name. You know what I mean."
His words make his subordinates laugh knowingly, as if Oliver and the others are already in their grasp.
People who have lived in the apocalypse for a few years can't fail to understand what Tarzan means. James' arm muscles bulge, and the blue veins stand out. Now he understands why Oliver wanted to exchange rice for guns.
Even though the base implements military control, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be violent incidents. He reaches into his bosom and holds the submachine gun. The cold touch gives him the confidence to deal with these more than a dozen people within five seconds.
Oliver gently pats the nervous James and smiles as he takes out a cigarette, lights it skillfully, takes a puff, and waves it at Tarzan, "Do you know what kind of cigarette this is? The food that can be exchanged for just one of these cigarettes can make a strong man full for a whole day. Want one?"
When they smell the cigarette, everyone takes a deep breath.
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Tarzan is so excited that he trembles. He hasn't smoked such a top - quality cigarette for a long time. He didn't expect that this seemingly weak team actually has good stuff. Tarzan almost presses his nose against Oliver's cigarette and roars, "Hand over the cigarettes and the food, or I'll let you know who's the boss of this community."
Oliver smiles and throws the cigarette that he has just taken a few puffs of onto the ground and crushes it with his toe. Tarzan and the others feel as if their hearts are broken too, and they are almost crazy. Looking at their expressions, Oliver actually feels a bit pleased. He says to Tarzan, whose eyes are bloodshot, "So you're Tarzan? Or should I call you Ape Man?"
Tarzan looks confused, "Ape Man?" Oliver chuckles, "It seems you've forgotten a very famous movie from the late 20th century. But it doesn't matter. You'll like it in the future."
Tarzan doesn't care about any movie. He knows that "Ape Man" is an insult to him.
With so many of his subordinates surrounding them, and the other party still daring to make fun of his name, Tarzan is furious, "Ape Man? Damn bastard! How dare you call me a beast? I'm going to kill you!"
As soon as Tarzan raises the ax in his hand, James quickly presses the submachine gun against his chest and says coldly, "Put down the ax. I don't mind wasting a few bullets."
"Damn it..." Tarzan's face changes slightly, and he curses, "Those inspectors are all good for nothing! They can't even detect such a big gun. A bunch of good - for - nothing who only know how to extort and take bribes."
Tarzan isn't really afraid of the submachine gun. He has been in the base for a year and has seen all kinds of situations. He just doesn't want to lose his life, so he has to put down the ax.
Tarzan's subordinates are all elites who have experienced countless battles. They can remain calm even in the face of death. Facing James' submachine gun, they still hold the steel pipes tightly, and some even quietly reach into their bosoms. Since they can rule this community, how could they only have these cold weapons?
They all secretly hide firearms for self - defense.
Seeing this, the Blasting Star pistol suddenly appears in Oliver's hand.
He takes a look at the few people who are reaching into their bosoms, calmly takes out five explosive bullets and loads them into the pistol, and says softly, "You should know the power of this pistol. With the explosive bullets, its power is no less than that of a grenade. If we try it on someone's head, it will definitely blow their head to pieces like a watermelon."
When everyone hears this, their faces change greatly. The terrifying reputation of the Blasting Star pistol is well - known.
Oliver points the gun at Tarzan's subordinates and easily snatches a steel pipe over one meter long. He says disdainfully, "You're all grown - ups, yet you're still playing with children's toys. When you're robbing, bring some useful tools. Aren't you ashamed to scare people with this?"
As he speaks, he exerts force with both hands, and the fine steel pipe quickly deforms in his hands and finally rolls into several steel rings.
Oliver takes off the steel rings and throws them on the ground.
He claps his hands and says to the stunned Tarzan, "Okay, I still have something to do. Let's talk another day." Finally, he takes out a cigarette and inserts it into Tarzan's collar pocket, "The cigarette really smells good."
Watching Oliver and the others leave, Tarzan pats his forehead in disbelief, points at the steel rings and the steel pipe on the ground and roars, "Can anyone tell me, is this a children's toy? Did the workers add aluminum liquid to the steel pipe?"
His subordinates are also speechless. They unconsciously grip the tools in their hands tightly. The cold touch makes them understand that the thin and weak man just now is not someone to be trifled with.