Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

The bald man's vision blurred, and he suddenly felt a chill in his throat.

He stiffly lowered his head, only to see that Zhang Zhao had somehow acquired a Nepalese scimitar in his hand.

Two drops of blood hung on the tip of the knife, slowly sliding down the blade.

"you--"

He managed to utter only half a word before his pupils constricted sharply, and he fell straight backward, crashing onto the dirt road.

The remaining four henchmen, who had been laughing and joking, stopped laughing abruptly when they saw the bald man suddenly collapse.

They held crowbars and axes in their hands, but no one dared to take a single step forward.

Zhang Zhao didn't even glance at them.

His gaze passed over the frozen figures and landed directly on the pickup truck bed.

The tall, thin man was squatting next to the roof of the vehicle, the barrel of his AK-47 casually resting on the edge of the carriage.

From a distance of several dozen meters, the tall, thin man stared intently at Zhang Zhao.

At first, he was shocked, then, as if resigned to his fate, he slowly loosened the gun.

Because he knew better than anyone that the AK's magazine was empty!

Zhang Zhao walked straight to the pickup truck without stopping.

The tall, thin man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Zhang Zhao didn't give him the chance.

He stepped forward and put one foot on the side panel of the truck bed.

The tall, thin man groaned, tumbled out of the truck bed, and landed heavily on the dirt road, getting a mouthful of dust.

Zhang Zhao didn't even glance at it before bending down to pick up the AK-47 and casually pulling the bolt.

The chamber was empty, the magazine was light and airy, not a single bullet in it.

"What are you pretending for if you don't have bullets?"

He muttered a complaint, threw the gun back into the back of the truck, climbed into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

With a roar from the engine, the pickup truck sped off.

In the rearview mirror, the henchmen were still standing there, looking at each other blankly.

No?

It looks like we've been robbed?

......

The dirt road was long, with barren Gobi desert on both sides, and occasionally a few clumps of withered yellow shrubs would flash past the car window.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, leaving only a dark red line on the horizon.

The pickup truck's headlights weren't very bright, barely illuminating the road ahead for a few dozen meters.

Zhang Zhao gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand groped between the seat and the passenger side.

There's nothing there...

Of course, he didn't expect there to be any supplies in the car, since the group was already dirt poor.

As darkness fell, the road conditions subtly changed.

Scattered house ruins began to appear on both sides of the Gobi Desert. After driving a while longer, a low-lying area finally came into view.

A small town—or more accurately, a settlement!

Zhang Zhao slowed down, the headlights sweeping across the road ahead.

At the end of the road stood a crooked road sign, the words on it long since blurred by wind and sand.

The pickup truck bumped and jolted into the town, and by the time it came to a stop in front of the three-story building in the center of town, it was completely dark.

Zhang Zhao pushed open the car door, and the smell of sand mixed with cheap alcohol hit him.

The exterior walls of the small building were painted with grayish-white paint, which had peeled off in many places, revealing the blackened brick walls underneath.

The moment the door was pushed open, a cacophony of voices burst out.

The first floor was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with about a dozen square tables scattered around, most of which were occupied.

The lighting was dim, with a few oil lamps hanging on the wall, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted meat and cheap beer.

There was an old stereo in the corner, blasting jazz music.

Behind the bar stood a middle-aged man with dark skin and almost completely bald on top.

He was slowly wiping a glass when he saw Zhang Zhao approaching; he merely raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"stay?"

"Yes, one room, for one night."

Zhang Zhao slammed the key on the bar counter.

Is it safe to park the car in front of the gate?

The boss glanced at the key, then turned his head to look outside the door, wiping the rag around the rim of the cup.

"There are occasional people wandering the streets at night... but unless you pile gold on the roof of your car, generally no one will touch that thing."

He put down his glass and reached under the bar for a key.

"Second floor, first room on the left at the end of the corridor! 500 Haffars per night!"

Zhang Zhao pretended to reach into his pocket and pulled out five brand-new banknotes, placing them on the bar counter.

The system not only allows you to recycle items, but you can also directly withdraw those HAF coins.

"What about food?"

"They have grilled meat, naan bread, and local specialty beer... but those are at an extra price."

Zhang Zhao nodded and tossed out a few more banknotes.

"One of each, please."

After receiving the money, the boss turned around and shouted something towards the kitchen.

Zhang Zhao did not rush upstairs.

He took the key, chose a table closest to the door, sat down with his back to the bar and his side facing the center of the hall.

This angle allows you to clearly see everyone coming in through the door, and also lets you catch a glimpse of the activity at the stairwell out of the corner of your eye.

The Relink brain-computer interface automatically activated the moment he sat down, silently expanding its sensory range.

There were a dozen or so people sitting in the lobby on the first floor, most of whom were ordinary people.

The values ​​of attributes such as strength, agility, and stamina mostly fluctuate around 1, with one or two occasionally approaching 2.

Zhang Zhao skimmed through the items one by one, and they were pretty much as he had expected.

This place is just an ordinary border settlement, with no particularly noteworthy people.

Until they swept to the very back corner of the hall!

[Target: Langdon Harrison]

【Height: 173cm】

[Weight: 68kg]

【Strength: 9.9】

[Agility: 10.1]

[Endurance: 10.3]

【Spirit: 15】

Zhang Zhao's gaze remained fixed on the table, as if he were waiting for the dishes to be served.

But the moment he saw this set of data, he tensed up!

All attributes are around 10, with the spirit attribute reaching a high of 15 points!

A person like that, let alone in a place like this, would be considered top-tier even in GTI or Haftar!

More importantly, he felt like he had seen this name somewhere before.

Zhang Zhao did not turn his head to look, nor did he deliberately adjust his posture.

He deliberately stopped the Relink brain-computer interface scan.

The old man was still slumped over the table, his heart rate slow and his breathing steady; he looked like an ordinary old man who had drunk too much.

But Zhang Zhao knew that it was just an act.

Footsteps approached from the direction of the bar, and Zhang Zhao snapped out of his thoughts.

The boss came over carrying a tray.

On the plate were a plate of roasted meat, a hot naan, an earthenware bowl, and a small dish of dark dipping sauce.

The surface of the roasted meat was slightly charred, the fat was still sizzling, and the aroma was irresistible.

"your."

The owner put down the tray and casually turned on the oil lamp on the table.

Thanks.

Zhang Zhao did not pick up his chopsticks immediately, but instead picked up the earthenware bowl and brought it to his nose to smell it.

The beer had a cloudy smell and a slight fruity acidity; it wasn't a good beer, but it probably hadn't been tampered with.

He took a small sip, put down the bowl, broke off a piece of naan, and slowly chewed it in his mouth.

The meat was cooked perfectly, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but his mind was not on the food at all.

Langdon Harrison!

This name sounds so familiar!

But it always feels like looking through a veil; you can see the outline, but you can't grasp the specific details.

He put down the naan, lowered his eyelids, and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the edge of the table.

He had only used the Relink brain-computer interface's search module to look up information before, and had never tried searching for names.

But there's no other way right now.

Consciousness sinks into the brain-computer interface, inputting those five words.

The moment the search results popped up, Zhang Zhao's pupils contracted slightly!