"Luo, run, we don't have time to waste time here..."

"It's easy to say, but how can we run..."

Beiyu and Luo were back to their backs, and the diners around had long been scared away. Now there were some big men holding blunt weapons, staring at the two of them fiercely.

"You're Luo?"

The leading man waved the iron rod in his hand and slapped it hard on the table, splitting it into two, making the two of them sweat wildly.

"It's just that you dare to contradict Pete, right?"

Needless to say, Beiyu also understood that these people are here to cause trouble, and it seems that one is coming.

"What's wrong with me? He said my stuff is scrap!"

Luo argued hard and said loudly. The leading man suddenly waved the iron rod at him. Seeing that the stick was less than 1 meter away from him, Luo subconsciously blocked his head with his hands and closed his eyes.

"bite!"

The sound rang out, but it was not an iron rod hit Luo's arm, but a plate. At the same time, Luo felt a pulling force and directly retreated by a meter.

"How……"

Just now, just as the stick was waving, Beiyu took the lead, grabbed the plate on the table with one hand and threw it over, and grabbed Luo's collar with the other hand, and pulled it suddenly.

For him now, the reaction speed is superb, it's just a piece of cake

"Don't move"

With one hand free, Beiyu pulled out the gun at his waist and put his index finger on the trigger. Considering that this situation, Beiyu kept keeping the pistol loading.

"You boy..."

Because Beiyu was wearing casual clothes, they didn't know Beiyu's true identity. They were surprised to see Beiyu pull out the gun.

"Hey, Pete didn't tell us that this guy has a weapon..."

The leading man looked at the muzzle that was blazing cold light, suddenly threw down the iron stick in his hand, and said in a flattering look:

"Hehe, I don't know Mount Tai. I hope you can spare our lives. Let's leave now."

These street gangsters are just having fun. Although money is very important, life is the most important. It is still possible to distinguish which one is more important.

After a while, everyone was gone, and only the boss, chef, waiter and Beiyu were left in the huge restaurant.

"Let's go, come with me to the Anaheim General Manager, let's talk about the design of the body there."

"Hey? Go to the Anaheim Chief?! Didn't that happen to enter his territory!"

Hearing that, Beiyu smiled

"He is just an unknown man, let's find a few more people to come back."

At the end of another street, there is a tavern, and the business is very prosperous.

"Are you here today?"

The old version saw a strong man walking in. After a greeting, he picked up the wine bottle beside him, poured a little into the cup, raised a piece of ice, put it in it, and pushed it to the bar

"I'll treat you this cup"

"Thank you..."

The man sat on a chair and took a sip of wine

“Your technology is still the same”

"You are not the same, I come here every day and order the same wine, Captain Lamba."

Lamba sighed, suddenly raised her head, drank all the wine in the glass, held the cup, and shook it slightly

"You said, Booker, what have we been doing before..."

Since completing Beiyu's mission, Lanba suddenly became idle, and her spare time became very rich. Unconsciously, she remembered what happened before.

The owner of this bar was once his subordinate. During the battle of Lume, the body was seriously damaged and the person barely saved his life. However, both legs were amputated. He was originally expected to install a prosthetic limb for him and continue to serve. However, he refused to install it. Therefore, he was discharged from the army. After several turns, he arrived at Feng Brown and took the few retirements left in his hand and took the tavern.

By the way, he was the son of a wine merchant in Side 3, so he learned a lot of bartending skills and earned a lot of income through his craftsmanship.

After the two chatted for a few minutes, the door of the bar was suddenly opened. A man in the lead was dressed in gray clothes and could not see clearly because he was wearing a hat. The man following behind him had a headscarf on his head, causing his hair to stand up high.

"Is it Mr. Lamba Lar?"

The man in gray spoke, which immediately aroused the vigilance of Lamba Lar.

"The person you are looking for, he is not here."

Booker said lightly, touching his hand at the bar counter where there was a pistol, which he used to prevent it.

"Ahem..."

As a soldier who has been through the battlefield for a long time, the faint murderous aura emitted by Booker was naturally sensed by Lamba. He coughed twice and looked at the man in gray with a bad expression.

"Have you sent Zabi's family to clean up me?"

This is all Lamba can think of. The Zabi family knew that the Lamba family was once a loyal guard of the Daken family, so Lamba has never been able to become a senior official for so many years. Now that he has left the army, he knows some military secrets. The Zabi family naturally won't let him go easily.

"Uncle Lamba, I haven't recognized my voice for a month?"

The man in gray smiled, took off his hat, revealing a young face

"Bei, Lord Beiyu!"

Lamba was slightly surprised. The two had never contacted him since Beiyu gave him the mission to Anaheim Electronics Club. He also thought that it might be Beiyu who abandoned him, but it seems that it is not.

"Uncle Lanba, long time no see"

Beiyu's hearty smile slightly eroded some of the murderous aura he had just now

"Long time no see, your mission..."

"I know, you've done a good job. I want to take you away this time."

"Go? Where to go?"

“Go to side 6 with the white base”

"White Base! Are you from the Federation?!"

Booker took out his pistol. Although he was discharged from the army, it did not mean that he was not well informed. He naturally knew about the White Base.

He walked out of the bar, Beiyu looked at it, and frowned:

Booker had to sit in an automatic wheelchair because his legs were amputated and refused to install prosthetics. Looking at his two empty trouser legs, Beiyu sighed helplessly.

"Oh... war..."

"Federal bastard, are you qualified to say such things, ah?!"

Booker said almost in a roaring voice. In his opinion, Beiyu was very disdainful, and his hands holding the gun were constantly shaking.

"Book, calm down!"

Lamba wanted to stop him, but Booker turned to the gun and dropped it at him.

"Captain Lamba, are you too..."

"That's right, Uncle Lamba has joined the Federal Army and has turned against him."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

The pedestrians passing by the tavern fled here when they heard three gunshots from inside.

Booker fired three shots into the ceiling, then threw down his pistol. At this time, Beiyu and the others saw that Booker's hand was already a prosthetic.

"Book, your hand...!"

"Hmph, I can live without legs, and wine cannot be made by feet, but I have no hands, I have no hands, I..."

As he was talking, tears flowed from Booker's eyes. The 30-year-old man sat in a wheelchair and cried while talking:

"At first, I thought I could live without my feet. I continued to go to the battlefield in a wheelchair, but I was wrong, I was completely wrong..."

"Book, are you..."

Only then did Lamba remember that Booker told him that there was a time when he went to make a living, and then he disappeared for a while before he came back.

"Because the wheelchair is really hindered from driving, I will never change my prosthetic limbs. Once I went on a mission, the cockpit was almost hit by a beam of light, and I saved my life from the god of death..."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, and his two prosthetic limbs flashed with cold light under the light.

"My hands are gone, I have heard that the secret army of the Zeon Army [Living Dead Division] has studied how to use prosthetic limbs, but I am tired, really tired..."

After Booker finished speaking, the tavern was silent, and he could only hear his faint sob.

Beiyu shook his head, but he didn't expect that the people who were not mentioned in the plot would have such a tragic past.

"Although sad, this is war..."

As a soldier who participated in the war, I was not wrong, I just obeyed orders, but the one who started the war was wrong.

Half an hour later

"snort"
To be continued...