Chapter 5

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved."

Suddenly, Alvin, who had just been acting weak, became somewhat indifferent.

Looking at the youth who seemed to have suddenly changed from his temperament to his eyes, the black brother's forehead couldn't help but ooze cold sweat, and he felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

But the Shi Misi & Wesson M&P9 pistol in his hand gave the black brother courage again.

What was he afraid of?

He had a gun, after all; could this kid really take him out in a second?

The black brother's expression became much more ferocious, licking his thick lips: "Kid, stop trying to scare me, if you don't want to die, just behave!"

"Kneel down, and then..."

Just as the black brother's brain was filled with yellow waste,

Alvin suddenly elbowed backward, his elbow, charged with full force, hitting the black brother directly in the abdomen.

Suddenly suffering a heavy blow, the black brother didn't react at all, and his stomach acid churned. Then, Alvin twisted his waist and turned his hips, and the moment he exerted force from his feet, his knee went up, and at the same time, his hands grabbed the black brother's hair and pressed down hard.

Bang!

The fragile bridge of the nose slammed into the hard knee.

Tears, snot, and blood mixed together and sprayed out. The intense pain made the black brother scream, cursing wildly in his mouth: "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to slaughter you, you little brat!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, a dark gun barrel was shoved directly into his mouth.

The old-style lasgun he had picked up, although it had aiming problems.

But... he had shoved it into the guy's mouth; even if the sights were off, it was impossible to miss, right?

"Woo! Woo!"

The black brother widened his eyes, his pupils filled with fear: "Don't... kill... me..."

He never expected that a seemingly weak youth could erupt with such agile movements.

Alvin shoved the barrel of the old-style lasgun directly into the black brother's throat, smiling fully: "I still like the way you were acting arrogant just now; please restore that."

No one who grew up in the lower nest was a pushover.

Fighting and brawling were just children's games; even the bottom-tier scavengers in the lower nest had several lives on their hands, and Alvin's predecessor was naturally no exception.

No matter how free America was, compared to the chaos of the lower nest, the gap was at least a hundred thousand miles.

"Let... let me go..."

The black brother pleaded in terror: "I was wrong, I swear to God, I won't dare to do it again!"

Alvin grinned, revealing a full mouth of teeth, and said in a very gentle voice: "It's okay, I'm the type who doesn't hold grudges; just be careful in your next life."

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

A beam of pale blue laser pierced directly through the black brother's head.

A sinful life ended.

Of course, he preferred to call it... purification.

Pulling out the old-style lasgun, Alvin said faintly: "Sorry, I believe in the Emperor; what kind of thing is God?"

Then, without any guilt or reaction, he squatted down and searched the black brother's body.

A few small bills, emitting the scent of banknotes, made Alvin intoxicated.

Thank you, Freedom!

Thank you, America!

Thank you, black brother!

From the moment Alvin stepped out of the alley, in less than two hundred meters, he had encountered three waves of robbery.

Almost every time he turned a corner, he would run into a robbery.

Even the farts they let out seemed like a copy-paste, transitioning from robbing money to robbing color in one go.

Should he say that his face looked like it was easy to rob?

As for the result, naturally, they were stripped clean by Alvin, who searched for everything that could be searched.

What black brothers?

These were clearly good brothers who would give their hearts and lungs!

At least, in the eyes of lower-nest Alvin, these black brothers, compared to that group of scum in the nest, were simply as kind as angels.

In just one street, Alvin had successfully harvested a huge sum of several hundred dollars, an American-made Shi Misi & Wesson M&P9 pistol, a set of clean but ill-fitting clothes, and a fine tactical dagger from the black brothers native to America.

Emperor bless me!

Alvin, with a full harvest, silently performed an Aquila sign in his heart.

Thanks to the gifts from America, he finally didn't have to wear those rags that exposed either the top or the bottom.

As for those who intended to rob him, Alvin naturally sent each of them a bullet to go repent before God.

Bang!

A gunshot, smoke permeating.

Looking at the person lying in a pool of blood, Alvin had no psychological burden at all.

Treat scum the way scum should be treated.

For example, a bullet.

He wasn't Batman, nor was he a superhero bursting with a sense of justice; he had no time to discuss human rights and laws with criminals.

Blowing away the smoke from the muzzle, Alvin left calmly.

As the lights came on, the entire street was shrouded in neon lights, and the crowd was bustling.

Alvin, clutching the 'huge sum' of several hundred dollars, scanned the shops on both sides of the street and finally settled on a fast-food restaurant.

Then, without hesitation, he rushed straight into the fast-food restaurant, saw the various burgers drawn on the sign, and saliva secreted wildly in his mouth; appetite briefly gained the upper hand.

Forget about any goals; what he craved most right now was to have a good meal!

Having finally escaped the bitter sea of Warhammer, although he had to add the word 'temporarily', it didn't stop him from revisiting the delicacies in his memories!

Under the surprised gaze of the clerk, Alvin held up three fingers: "Please give me three A-sets, thank you."

Fortunately, the Navigator System came with a language translation system, saving him from obstacles in communication and reading.

"Sir, are you sure you want three A-sets?"

The clerk looked at Alvin, who was a bit thin at the counter, and said: "Our A-set includes a double beef burger, a portion of fries, a portion of chicken nuggets, and a drink. A normal adult can only eat one; three is too many, you might not be able to finish them."

"Ah? Is that so..."

Alvin hesitated for a moment.

Just when the clerk thought he was going to give up, Alvin shook his head unexpectedly and said: "Three might not be enough, please give me five A-sets."

The clerk twitched the corners of his mouth; did he just say that for nothing?

But since the customer was God, if someone insisted on ordering this much, what could he do? So he nodded, took the money, and said: "I hope you won't waste it."

The moment he bit into it, the complex taste filled his mouth.

The soft bread was filled with sweet jam, paired with a few slices of pickles and tomatoes, and a large piece of juicy meat patty; Alvin was so moved he nearly shed tears.

This is what humans should eat!

What nutrient porridge? Even dogs wouldn't eat it!

Nutrient porridge was good; the good thing about it was... it had nutrients.

Well, to be honest, if he had a choice, Alvin would rather eat British food, even if it was Indian... oh, forget that, that would really kill people.

But he wanted to eat something that humans ate even more.

In one breath, he ate five beef burgers, two portions of fries, four cups of cola, and five portions of chicken nuggets. Alvin touched his bulging stomach, and only then did he wipe his mouth with satisfaction.

At this moment, a piece of news suddenly played on the television in the fast-food restaurant.

Translucent, of The Seven, would officially retire tomorrow, and a retirement ceremony would be held then.

"Very good, it's at the beginning of the plot."

Looking at The Seven in the video, Alvin could finally determine the current plot node.

Translucent's retirement meant the plot had just begun.

A-Train, in a state of drug-induced mental instability, accidentally crashed through Hughie's girlfriend, and this incident, as a fuse, triggered a series of subsequent plots.

Of course, Alvin didn't care about Hughie, and he wouldn't criticize A-Train; he didn't have that much spare time.

What was really worth his attention was... A-Train's girlfriend, Popclaw!