Warlord

The stained oil spear was inserted into the heavy locomotive, the Old Pete used his strength to hammer on the old and broken oil tank, thus the remaining gas slowly flowed towards the locomotive, filling it up with the energy of the operation.

The sky was still dark, and from here it could be seen that the wilderness was ruled by darkness. The wind was blowing from that direction, and the bone-piercing cold air was testing the patched cotton coat that was on Old Pete’s body.

King walked out of the convenience store. He was still wearing his camouflage clothes, and the wound on his arm had been properly treated. Soon there would be scars there, perhaps marks, but real warriors were never proud of scars.

King thought he was a true warrior, so he didn’t mind.

Looking at the helmet in Jin’s hand, the Old Pete shook his head and said, “Didn’t you say you will be staying for a day or two?

“Yeah, there’s a temporary job.” He did not tell the old man who he was or what he did for a living. Jin knew that it was best for Old Pete to know less. That lord did not want him to spread the news regarding him. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, people who knew this information might lie in their own blood and never get up.

After a moment, Old Pete had already filled the locomotive with oil. He picked up the gun and said to Jean, “When are you coming back?”

“I’m not sure, but the time limit is pretty long. I’m afraid I won’t be able to come back for a while.” Jin took out something from his pocket and threw it at Old Pete.

“What is it?” Old Pete opened up the outer layer of the tarpaulin and saw a shining gold bar inside, as well as an extremely well-maintained revolver. Startled, he looked at Kim and said, “Why are you giving this to me?”