Chapter 143： Borrowing by force

Gil Valentine was once a member of S.T.A.R.S, and of course she has been suspended from investigation.

But for her, it doesn't matter if it stops. The S.T.A.R.S team in Lakken City has existed in name only, and she has no interest even if she continues to work.

What she wants most now is to avenge her teammates.

However, when she thought of it, she could not help but be depressed. The huge gap between ideal and reality made her feel deeply desperate. The general shadow of the Umbrella giant made her feel even hard to breathe. As for saying that she was overwhelmed, even she felt that she was an idiotic dream.

When people are depressed, they always like to drink alcohol, and Jill is no exception. In fact, she has spent a long time in this bar. Only here, she can forget the depression in her heart.

"Old Josh, give me another cup."

The bar owner shook his head and he reached for the glass in front of Jill. Sighed.

"I know you are very upset, Jill. But drinking can't solve the problem."

"Hell, when did you change to a pastor?" Jill pushed his hand and grabbed the bottle directly from him. "I am spending, I am creating income for you. You should honestly give me a cup, not here like my mom."

"If it wasn't because your father and I were old friends, I wouldn't bother to say these nonsense to you." Old Joe Xu felt the recapture of the bottle, but still poured a glass of wine on her. "The last cup, today is my request. Otherwise, you will first settle the accounts of the previous few days."

"Know it, I know." Gil waved his hand annoyedly, but focused on the news on TV.

"The current madness attack in the city of Lacan has increased again. To this end, there have been dozens of cases. The police station said that it will do its utmost to prevent these mad patients from causing more cases, but for now The form is not optimistic."

Looking at Jill’s attention to the news, Lao Qiao also looked at it. Then he said with emotion.

"The world is really chaotic. There was a mutant some time ago who almost demolished Paris. Now there is a group of madmen in our small place who are screaming everywhere. I really don't know where to be reassuring."

"If I were you, I would be a little farther away from this **** city." Jill took a sip of wine and faintly warned. "These mad people are likely to have your life."

"Don't treat me as a soft egg that even the guns are not stable!" Old Joe Xu immediately retorted. "Even if I am on my way home, I will put a shotgun in my bag. If there is a madman, I dare to lick my teeth and see that I don't remove some of his big parts."

"Unless you break their heads, it won't be useful." Gil smiled and lit the cigarette. "Get a shot at their head before they meet you. Otherwise, you will die. Whether it is bitten or scratched."

When I heard this, Lao Qiao Xu slammed, and it took a long time for the voice to come out.

"You are joking with me. Really, this is not funny at all."

"Do you think I am joking?" Jill's expression in the smoke was very serious, and it was serious that the old Joe Xu could not understand her. However, he still insisted on his own ideas.

"Then I think you must be drunk, listen to my advice, Jill. You are still young, go back after drinking this cup. Some things will be forgotten after some time."

Jill sneered, and she spit out the smoke, so that her expression was completely shrouded.

"You thought I was crazy. You all thought that I was crazy. But it is not me who is crazy. You will regret it because of this."

Old Josh shrugged and told Jill that he was completely unconcerned. In his eyes, this old friend's child must have been depressed because of being suspended. She will naturally get better after a while. He began to get busy with the things at hand, and Jill was reluctant to say more nonsense to him.

These days she has been treated by too many people as a neuropathy, a madman who is full of lies and rumors. She is used to how these people look at her.

She is now just drinking the spirits in front of herself, and wants to use these things to get drunk, so that I forget to forget the nightmare. But no matter how she pours herself, she can't make herself forget about those things. Those things have completely changed her life.

Jill is still drinking, but there is already one more person around. The man looked at her for a while, and then asked for it after a long time.

"Jill Valentine. It should be right."

Jill stared at the strange Asian, tall figure, strange face. It’s a guy you don’t know.

"do we know each other?"

"No, I just want to confirm. Are you?" The stranger looked at him, and the black flat eye had a single fluorescent glow.

"I think you are looking for the wrong person." Jill was drunk, but still very alert. She quietly reached behind her, where she put a pistol.

"I don't think I'm wrong, unless there are two people in the world who look exactly the same." The stranger smiled. "But if you still need to confirm it, then, are you Jill Valentin, a former S.T.A.R.S player. Is the city's famous mad detective now?"

As soon as this was said, Jill immediately stood up from the chair, and she took a pistol from behind and pointed at the stranger. Inside the mouth is a cold question.

"Are you from Anbrera?"

I have to say that she is very lucky. Because there are no other customers in the bar except this time. Otherwise, she can go to the TV again by simply threatening with a gun.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it." The stranger shook his head and wanted to get closer. But when he just moved, Jill directly opened the insurance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it," she said in the same words, but the meaning of the expression is completely different. "Answer me, who are you?"

"Really, shooting at such a close distance is really unsafe!" The stranger shrugged and jerked forward. Before the Jill reaction, the barrel was held down by hand. Although Jill had subconsciously pulled the trigger, the bullet did not hit the target. Instead, the chair on the side was broken.

This made Jill feel very bad immediately. She quickly punched the wrist of this strange man and wanted to let him loose his pistol by hitting the wrist joint. But strangers react faster than her.

He bent his arm directly against Jill's shoulder and let her body tilt immediately. And he himself grabbed her fist before waving, and gently pushed it. Jill, who had already drunk a lot of wine, couldn’t hold her balance at this time, and her whole person fell backwards behind her.

When she saw that she was about to fall to the ground, the stranger yanked again. Pulled her into her arms. However, his posture is not embarrassing, but full of coercion. Because his arms were around her neck, the other hand held Jill's gun on her lower back.

"The closer the firearm is, the less threatening it is. Because you don't have much time to react at all." The stranger's laughter sounded in her ear, causing Gil's heart to burn. She desperately wants to break free from the restraint of strangers, but she can't get rid of his arms.

It seems that she can only choose to get rid of it. However, be aware that she is not alone here.

A shotgun stretched out from the side and aimed at the back of the stranger. Old Joe Xu’s voice was also passed down.

"Let her go, bastard. Otherwise you will taste the deer bomb."

"Okay, okay. Don't take the fire, or I and the beauty can go to sort out the remains." The stranger slowly raised the hand with the gun, a little in the eyes of the old Joe. Put the gun on the bar a little.

Old Josh stared at him tightly, but his attention was inevitably scattered as the pistol swayed from his eyes. And this is what the stranger seized the opportunity.

The pistol suddenly fell on the table and let the old Josh's eyes jump. The stranger took the opportunity to wave back and his arm was directly on the old Josh's shotgun. The muzzle of the shotgun swayed violently. At this time, the shotgun was naturally aligned with the original target. And taking advantage of this small interval, the stranger has already pulled out a revolver.

The huge and exquisite revolver held his chin before he moved the gun back, letting him stop his actions. The stranger smiled softly.

"Although I don't want to say it, it seems that I won, so how about sitting down and talking about it?"

Jill is still struggling. She has tried elbowing the ribs of strangers, but the effect is not good. This feeling is like the special instructor's fighting instructor, and all your attacks will not play their due role. Instead, under his attack, you are like a boat in a storm, and you can't even find directions.

So in the end, she could only ask in deflation.

"What do you want to talk about? If it is Anbrera that lets you seal it, I mind if you kill me better. Unless I die, I can never close my mouth on that matter."

The stranger sighed and he gestured to the old Joe Xu to throw away the shotgun in his hand. After he did it, he took the left wheel in his hand and released the controlled Jill.

"I am not malicious, Miss Valentine. I want to talk to you about S.T.A.R.S. I think maybe you need some help."

As soon as he left the arms of a stranger, Jill immediately retreated and pulled away. She looked at the stranger with vigilance and asked.

"Help, can you give me any help?"

"Revenge your comrades and protect the residents of this city. Isn't this help enough?"

revenge. Hearing this word, Jill's tired heart is like the engine that injects fuel. This is what she has been thinking about. She knew that if she could not avenge those dead teammates, I am afraid that her life will not be peaceful. So whether she is for her own or for the dead comrades, she must agree.

But good reason has not disappeared from her, she will not unconditionally believe a stranger. Unless he takes something that he can believe.

"Who are you, why are you helping me?"

(Sorry, getting closer to graduation is getting busy, and I have to go to the job fair today. There may be only one more.)