Eneracillin deactivates the "Dagger" and retracts it into his pocket. He looked at the training camp not far away, where the bungalows were more dilapidated and dirty than the ones he lived in, and there were plenty of haphazard tents. His face was slightly gloomy, and there was an inexplicable color in his eyes, and if he wanted to disturb this stagnant pool, he had to start from the place where he was doing the dirtiest business.

"Bootcamp...... Oh, the name is quite serious. Nina sneered under her breath, the training camp wasn't as simple as its name suggested. It was indeed the place where the Mafia trained their reserves, but the more well-known uses were for the sale of human beings, the sale of banned drugs, and the need for the lower body.

One-third of Nalto's annual disappearances are tied to training camps. Those who have excellent training results will enter Mafia, those with poor grades and good growth will stay to solve their needs, and those who are average will be sold as slaves.

"Your sister hasn't been tied up there for long, she'll be fine. Ernacillin could only try to comfort her, after all, he didn't know the specific situation of the training camp, so he could only try to say it as best as possible.

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As soon as "......" Enasilin and Nina stepped into the training camp, they felt a series of "warm" eyes like needles and needles, as if they wanted to swallow the two of them into their stomachs.

Ernacillin sensed it slightly, and the owners of those eyes had basically come out of the tent after solving the lower body problem - after all, other people did not have this "leisure".

Nina furrowed her brow in disgust, fighting back her stomach - she saw that someone had already begun to settle himself with her, and the thick malicious smile on his face made her feel the urge to vomit.

Enacyrin didn't care about those eyes, after all, he was a big man who wouldn't lose his flesh if he was looked at a few more times.

But the lady next to her was different, she had already shown obvious disgust. His father taught him that if someone behaves like this in public, then what we have to do is to teach them a lesson by putting down our demeanor, and never to be invisible, which will only make them more unscrupulous.

Apparently, Eneracillin intended to strictly adhere to the teachings taught to him by his father.

"Burning. ”

Eneracillin threw the "burning" card at the man, then watched with interest as he rolled on the ground with his chest crossed - he didn't ignore the unclothed, scarred, numb lady in the tent behind him, the scars were clearly fresh, and the bright red liquid was still dripping out. As for why he didn't go to the rescue of that lady, I'm sorry, Enacyrin doesn't have that ability yet, and letting the spiritual energy invade the wound at will can cause much more damage than these wounds, and death on the spot is considered light.

Nina glanced sideways at him and raised an eyebrow - she didn't expect this gentle teenager who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old to be so decisive and crazy.

"I just thought it might be a little cold for him to be undressed, and by the way I wanted to see if the scum could burn. Aware of her gaze, Enerasilin spread his hands innocently.

Nina retracted her gaze, she was used to the gentleman's behavior, and she was sorry for the slighting of him before.

When the spiritual energy inside the drawing card is exhausted, the burning ends on its own, leaving behind an unidentified object that is charred black with a strange smell of flesh.

No one will be staring at Ernacillic and Nina anymore, after all, no one is cold and wants to bake the fire.

Ernacillin was a little distressed at this time, it was really too big and wasteful here.

Well...... Who knows if Miss Nina's sister is in this area......? Enacillicillin squinted his sharp eyes and thought for a moment, deciding to find someone to ask.

Having made up his mind, Eneracillin adjusted his expression slightly, making himself look like a scum who had come to have fun—something he had learned after observing Miss Murmur for a while, and that he could feel all sorts of things with just a slight adjustment of the magnitude of the change in his expression.

Well, let me see, which lucky one is going to be tapped on the shoulder...... Eneracillin glanced at the people nearby and quickly locked on to his target.

"Hey. The man standing on the road, thinking about which tent to go to today, looked at Enacillicillin, who suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh my God, what bastard interrupted my wonderful thoughts? Well, no matter how you look at it, there is no shortage of women for this kind of person, right?, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which young master came out to try it?" the man muttered in his heart, "If the property here had not been taken care of by those great nobles, it would have been destroyed by that association." These big young masters can't move even if they look good, otherwise God knows how they will die. ”

He looked at Enacillicillin quickly, without a trace. "That's how it feels...... It's definitely a noble young master!" He concluded that this was the eldest young master who came out to try it.

The man immediately changed to a gentle and friendly expression: "Is there anything wrong with you?" As a person with a good career in the refugee area, he still knows a little politeness.

"Ah, I'd like to ask where those little green cakes are, it's not small. Anacyrin showed a so-called "men understand" expression, the description of the little cake was learned from the unlucky guy who had just sent information to the door.

The man showed a clear expression and stretched out his hand to point in the direction: "To the east, just on that road, just keep going, the small cakes over there are very sweet, especially when they resist with their weak strength." He grinned, smacking his lips with some nostalgia.

"Thank you. Anacyrin patted him on the shoulder, "However, in view of your stealing of the cute little cake, I would like to put a ticket on your behalf." ”

"What? what ticket?" the man looked at the back of Ernacillin walking away with some blankness, then shook his head, deciding not to think about the thoughts of these great young masters.

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"It is possible to be on the east side, along this road. Enacillirin walked over to Nina, putting away her unwanted expression and revealing her usual gentle smile.

"Honestly, it's a big loss for the Narto Theatre that you don't want to be a theatre actor. Nina sighed, and Enacylin's expression just now made Nina want to go up and punch him. "But what did you just put on his shoulder?" From Nina's point of view, it was easy to see Enacylin's small movements.

"It's just an immediate ticket. Enacyrin smiled slightly, "It's a little bit of the price to pay for stealing cute little cakes." ”

Boom!

Behind Ernacillicillin came the sound of flames rising high.

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East.

Compared to other areas, this place obviously challenges the bottom line of a normal person more. Although there are far fewer tents here than in other areas, this is a real nightmare for the people here.

As in the rest of the area, the air is filled with malevolent desire and numbness, but it is clearly more uncomfortable:

The sound of immature gasps in the ears was painful and numb, and through the cracks in the tent, the faces that should have been lively and lovely were numb and helpless, because there were few people in the tent and there were at least four or more people in need of the need.

Everything here is wantonly trampled on the bottom line of morality. It is like the most hated malice in the world, which frantically provokes people's bottom line visually, audibly, and psychologically.

"This kind of place...... I can't imagine a place like this in the world...... This is really ......" Nina couldn't accept it, even if she was mentally prepared, she would only feel the strong malice of losing the bottom line of humanity when she really came here, which made her extremely worried that her sister would also suffer such a injury.

"As long as there is a need, there will be people to do it, and this kind of place will always exist. Eneracyrin glanced at the tent next to him, and through the gap he could see that the gray-haired boy about his size was surrounded by several dross, looking at him with numb eyes. So, my advice is to get straight to the source of everything. "This is what Eglesh taught, when you can solve a problem in the simplest way, don't take a long detour.

Ernacillin said, pulling out the "pistol" from his pocket as he lifted the tent.

"Good evening gentlemen. The drawing card spun around in his hand.

Syllable!

The trigger of the pistol was pulled, and after a loud bang, the man who was swaying on the boy fell, leaving a small bloody hole in his temple. Splashes of bright red liquid spilled on the boy, and in the momentary silence, the boy heard a gentle and pleasant voice.

"Goodbye. ”

Several more gunshots rang out, and several people who were looking for pleasure in the tent fell to the ground.

Ernacillin didn't bother to hide the gunshots, he was here to make trouble, and the bigger and messier the better.

He glanced at the young man, flipped his left hand without a gun a few times, and quickly constructed a simple piece of clothing and handed it to the young man.

The boy glanced at him, took it silently, and then put his clothes on, his movements were a little jerky, as if he hadn't done such a thing for a long time. After putting on his clothes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, as if he had finally remembered how to speak." ”

"Hmm...... May I ask you a question?" Enacillicillin asked in a gentle and polite tone.

The boy nodded, if only there was anything that could help this kind gentleman, he had been like this for a long time, so long that he was numb and desperate.

"Have you ever seen an eight-year-old girl here......? A little girl who resembles this gentleman. Enacyrin gestured to Nina, who had come in quickly when she heard the gunshots.

"Eight-year-old girl has a lot of ...... here," the boy looked down and thought for a moment, "a girl who looks like this gentleman...... Is it Little Lanna?" the boy looked at Nina, and suddenly remembered a cute and lively face that was very similar to her.

"Yes, do you know where she is, has something happened to her now?" Nina was surprised and delighted, happy that she had finally found her sister, and surprised that since she was in such a place, what ......

“...... I'm sorry. The boy bit his lower lip, "Little Lanna was dragged into the tent in the afternoon...... It's the tent diagonally across from it. They dragged little Lanna in the afternoon, and they still haven't come out...... "The boy remembered the little girl who was still lively after being tied here, and this morning, she gave herself a candy hidden on her body, sweet and delicious. But she was being done that kind of thing when she was dragged in......

"No...... Little Lanna......" Nina looked at the boy distractedly, "Little Lanna...... It's my sister's fault...... It's my sister's fault!" Nina suddenly crouched on the ground, holding her head, crying out in pain.

"Sir. The boy blinked his somewhat moist eyes and looked up at Enaciillin, who didn't know how to comfort Nina: "Please, be sure to bring little Lanna out, and if you can, please don't let this place exist." I've been here for a long, long time, and some of the kids here are five or six years old, and they can't be like me...... Stay here like me until they are despaired and numb, they are still so young......" The boy remembered the bastards who brought him here, remembered the torture he had been suffering day after day over the years, and thought of batch after batch of children, whose lives were just the same as they were at the time, had just begun. The boy clung to the corner of his coat and held back to keep himself from crying.

"Don't worry, none of the scum of this place will be spared. Ernacillin only felt that in this mission, he had seen too many things with no lower limit, and he understood that no matter how much novels and albums were written and painted, they still had a logic, and reality had no logic at all.

"Sir...... Can I borrow your pistol?" the boy glanced hatefully at the men who had fallen beside him.

"......" Ernacillin knew that letting them die at his own hands would not relieve the boy's hatred, so he handed him the pistol. "Be careful, the recoil can be a bit strong. "The teenager is much thinner than the average teenager, and the recoil that is acceptable for the teenager may be too strong for the teenager.

"It's okay. The boy smiled for the first time he saw them, a bright, sunny smile. And then

Syllable!

He shot himself in the temple.

He still had a bright smile on his face, like the smile of a real, handsome and sunny fifteen-year-old boy who had not suffered any such torture.

"No......" Ernacillin froze in place and couldn't move, he didn't expect the boy to end his life like this. He felt something choke in his throat, leaving him speechless and breathless.

"......" he trembled slightly, Nina's mournful cry in his ears, the young man with his eyes closed and peaceful as if he was dreaming, and the outside was mixed with desperate painful gasps and pleasant cursing, the gunfire here had no effect on them, after all, in the training camp, gunshots and dead people were normal things.

This is the cruelty of reality, just now he was still talking to himself, and now he shoots and ends his life.

It is unreasonable, illogical, and brutally tramples on people's bottom line.

Slowly crouching down to pick up the pistol, Ernacillin silently untied the cross from his wrist and placed it on the boy's chest.

"Spiritual energy, may the world be beautiful for you. ”

A gentle voice, chanting the association's blessings to the deceased.

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