The cold wind of hunting blew the hem of the man's robe, and after a long time, he took out a cigarette and lit the fire twice, both of which were blown out by the wind, so he cursed words like '****' in his mouth, and then looked at the man not far away, thought about it, and finally felt that there was not much together, so he continued:

"What about the things you think, I've asked someone, it's not a university question, you haven't graduated from elementary school, you don't have depth......

Well, by the way, after you left, I actually studied philosophy on my own, what is "Nicomachean Ethics", "Philosophy of Spirit", "First Philosophical Meditations", "Introduction to the Metaphysics of the Future", well...... I'm sorry to inform you that I am actually a materialist...... Materialists, you know, the world is material, well...... chang…… andgone。 Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The man spread out his palm, and there seemed to be something like soot in his cloudy palm, which was blown into powder by him in one go.

“Gone~~。” Gleercles looked at the missing bits of dust and smiled softly.

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Many years earlier, when Galen had been an obscure little killer in the Thorns of the Beginning, Glaudorcus had been his guide on a mission at the time, and of course Miss Jinx, who was young at the time.

The goal of the mission was to assassinate a rebel leader who, according to intelligence at the time, was committing crimes in the Cassidy village of Black Africa. In the remote villages of Black Africa, the rebels often mean thugs, murderous and vicious.

Arriving in Marseille, Black Africa, the gangrene found a jeep from the street, and after more than 30 hours of driving through a long and rugged path, they finally found the original village, which is not often seen on the map.

With the jolting of the machine and the roar of the engine, Galen saw through the dusty air the word 'Cassidy' written crookedly on the wooden plank at the entrance of the village, but the D in the middle of the word was a little blurred due to the wind-blown sun race and lack of maintenance.

Cyanmar parked his car on the side of the road, and the three of them observed the primitive village through the bushes, and at the edge of the tower, not far away, a black man in military uniform was hanging a dead body with a rope around his neck.

And beside the hanging man, there were already four or five dried corpses gently swaying in the wind.

"The village has been cleansed, and there aren't many people left...... The rebels love to do this. ”

With his eyes closed, he spoke slowly, and he seemed to be exploring the entire primitive village with his sense of smell, which seemed to be much more accurate than the naked eye.

Glauconne has a keen sense of smell and is said to be able to smell anything within a distance of 500 meters, so Fukasaku always likes to call him by the name 'Green Dog'.

At midnight, using the smell of gangrene, the position and distribution of the rebels' forces were clearly marked, and the stealth went smoothly.

The knife resulted in the small rebel leader whose name is now completely unknown, and Gangrene took the key from the leader, and went deeper, he seemed to have another mission. Jinx and Galen returned the same way.

However, it was on the way back that Galen met the man who had changed him so much.

He was an old man over sixty years old, he was on crutches, his body was a little thin, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

The old man's name was 'Vera', and he was a typical black non-human, with a striking contrast between the color of his skin and teeth.

From the conversation and the simple books placed in the humble room, it can be roughly inferred that Vera must have been well educated in her youth. In fact, at the age of sixteen, the old man went to England to study, joined a charitable organization, settled in Cassidy at the age of forty-four, and then had his first child, Wiesen.

Vieson is the adopted son of an old man, and he wastes too much time on public welfare and misses the best age to get married. But at that time he had an adopted son, which made him very happy.

If there is any reason for a person with a high education and a certain social status to settle in a desolate and primitive village, it must be family affection.

The old man waited in this desolate land for twenty years, and then he had a second and third adopted son.

In primitive societies, prolific families meant poverty and a worse food crisis, but the elderly toiled and barely supported their families.

The primitive social atmosphere made it sometimes unpleasant for Visen and his younger brothers to get along, and in this patchwork family, such disputes seemed to occur frequently, but the old man liked this home, although it was noisy, shabby, and poor, but the old man thought it was something worth protecting, so he drew strength and happiness from it.

But the rebels soon came.

They broke into his house like locusts with weapons and killed the children, and Wissen's wife was also grabbed and impaled by the legs.

The old man spoke slowly under the oil lamp, his eyes a little cloudy, but his words were clear. It's rare that I didn't hear hatred, but I was full of thoughts about my family.

Galen sat at the table and listened to the old man tell his story, and his thoughts gradually spread, once upon a time, he also had an adoptive father who liked to smoke cigarettes and was not good at words. He is clumsy, he will feel sorry when Galen makes mistakes, and he will tell some great truths under the oil lamp.

The old man lowered his head, the folds of his cheeks were deep, and his body looked like a dry bamboo pole about to burn out his life:

"From there, my life was divided into two parts, glorious and desolate, but I didn't feel that way......

When I was younger, I went to some bustling cities with my father and did things that I thought were meaningful, but as time went by, I realized that it was nothing.

A confused person has no future, and there is no point in not knowing the person he is asking for......

Young man, do you have anything worth protecting, do you have anything that you want him to keep forever even at the cost of your life, if you have it one day in the future......

You know how wonderful life is......"

The old man's voice grew quieter, and footsteps outside the hut came, and Jinx, like a cat attached to the shadows and firelight, spoke nimbly close to Galen's ear.

Soon after, gangrene came......

On the way back, Galen's mind kept echoing the old man's words and his lonely but stubborn back. Clergy closed his eyes beside him and bumped with the ups and downs of the car, and the night wind blew, carrying his head up and flying all over the sky.

"Huh! What a mess of the big truth. ”

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Turning his gaze back to the present, the night wind blew the man's pale blue collar and hair, and the hunt sounded, just like that night.

And behind him, not far away, Galen's body was gradually melting into the darkness. Gangrene pulled a cigarette out of his pocket again and tried to light it, but again failed.

He spat helplessly into the night sky, the damn weather always reminded him of the past. But that's okay, the killer didn't pass, so this time it's over.

"Run, Foster, run like a mouse, and don't let me see you again......

When we see each other again, I won't show mercy. ”

The man's voice was whispering, and far away, the man in the black trench coat was already facing away from him, getting farther and farther away.

"Don't be stupid, Foster...... Wake up. ”

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The time when the gangrene arrived on the island was a little more than four o'clock this afternoon, Jinx booked a hotel for him, and he asked for a set meal nearby, and went to sleep after eating, washing, and washing. The reason for the external declaration is, of course, that he rushed over 'day and night', and he was physically and mentally exhausted.

The members of the First Dark Thorns who stayed on the island had no way to deal with gangrene, and this uncle's personality was never very serious, and sometimes he couldn't even describe it as a regression if he didn't go.

Fortunately, along with the gangrene, there is also the 'second-order liuzai', this silent man who is only thirty years old has the most simple appearance, and his height is probably only the same as Jinx, but among the killers of the younger generation, he is considered a person with considerable potential, so he was carried by the gangrene, saying that he has long knowledge, but he mainly pours tea and water to inquire about where there is a young lady.

Nikai Ryuya is a typical Oriental samurai, who likes to use slender double swords, and looks like a rampaging anime character when fighting - a lonely samurai at sunset, a down-to-earth katana, and a hundred or something.

But this simple and swarthy man, who looked like a neighbor's uncle in the countryside, had a pair of extremely steady hands, and of course he had a great deal of slaying feats, and I heard that when he was on a mission, he slaughtered a village by himself, and was a man with blood on his hands - of course, there was nothing to show off.

But when this guy is quiet, he always makes people subconsciously think that he is harmless, he is not a person who will be angry about trivial things, but he has also drawn a knife and beheaded his companions for some unknown reason.

In general, as long as he doesn't deliberately provoke, the second-order stream is still a reliable guy.

After receiving the news of the arrival of merene, Galen had fiercely tried to break out of the encirclement, but in fact, he had almost achieved his goal. But later, Liang Qiuzhi and Xue Yijie of Quan Jichi came out, delayed Galen for a while, and when the people who started the dark thorns arrived, they beat him back.

Later, Galen, who was secretly shadowed by Quan Jichi, was forced back to the island, and was forced to fight with the second-order Liuya on the way, and then the large army of round-up arrived, and Galen had to move and hide again.

As night fell, Galen, who was a little embarrassed, saw the man in a blue trench coat sitting on the counter of a Japanese izakaya drinking rice wine at the corner of the brightly lit alley.

And it seemed that the man had been sitting there for a long time, and on the bar beside him, there were already seven or eight wine cups placed horizontally, and the man in the one-piece trench coat was holding the wine cup with one hand and drinking lightly.