"Maybe they're not simple civilians." The striker crouched down, untied a bag around the waist of a male corpse, and poured out the contents in front of everyone, and we couldn't help but change our faces as bullets fell to the ground.

"They have weapons in their hands?" The devil crouched next to him and picked up a bullet and looked at it in front of his eyes, it was an AK47 bullet, this thing is very common on the battlefield.

"What about the women and children?" Gucas didn't know when he walked back, and he looked like he had vomited everything he could vomit in his stomach.

"They're just victims!" The striker shrugged, without any discomfort at the mutilated corpse at his feet, as calm as watching pork in the vegetable market.

"It's so cruel, it's so inhumane." It's surprising that a profit-oriented guy like Gucas also has a compassionate side.

"Cruelty is human nature, if you kill them and you can get the treasure, what will you choose?" I chuckled and walked over to Gucas, tugging at his clothes and pulling them aside, revealing a severed finger at his feet.

"I'm ......" Gucas was speechless for a moment, hurriedly took two steps back, only to tripped over a corpse with half a head missing, and when he saw the fragments flowing out of his head, he screamed in fright and almost cried, but fortunately there was no incontinence, otherwise it would have been too big.

"Let me tell you children, human life seems insignificant in the face of interests, and you will choose to kill them, maybe it won't be so cruel, but the result is the same." The devil, looking like an experienced veteran, walked over and grabbed Gucas by the collar and lifted it up with a slight force.

"I'm ......" Gucas's panicked eyes met the devil's ghost-like gaze, and his heart trembled in fright, and he quickly tilted his head to avoid looking at the devil.

"Don't tell me you're going to give up treasure for the sake of these irrelevant people, who don't even believe a three-year-old." The devil smiled and shook his head, turned and walked towards the house opposite, ignoring the gucas, we have never been very kind to the capitalists.

"Any ideas?" Pandora, who was expressionless, walked up to me, and I could see that she was very unhappy, we have seen a massacre ten times more tragic than this, but it is really rare for an army to torture the elderly and children, and as a woman, there may be a little sympathy.

"Obviously, it must have something to do with the treasure, they have weapons on them, and those guys must have shown this, thinking of them as the legendary treasure keepers, and trying to ask for the secret of the treasure from these people's mouths, so they will resort to such cruel methods." That's the only thing I can think of that caused them to be devastated.

"Are they really treasure keepers, then?" Pandora asked for my opinion.

"I don't know, maybe those weapons are just for hunting!" How can I determine the identity of these civilians based on a few broken AKs, they don't seem to me to be capable of guarding treasures at all.

"Maybe you're right!" The captain's voice came from behind: "We searched all the houses and didn't find any weapons left over from World War II, or anything about the German army, which means that nine times out of ten these people have nothing to do with treasures." ”

"Judging from the corpses, those guys shouldn't have gotten valuable information, otherwise the killer should have been a shuttle bullet, not a torture! They don't have to waste their time, unless everyone is a pervert. The striker leaned against the hanged man's stake and lit a cigarette, the smell of the pile of corpses was so disgusting that the star and the baby, in the name of taking care of the goddess, had long been far away.

"Not necessarily!" Frightened by the corpse, Gucas was hiding to the side, and suddenly interjected.

"Huh?" Everyone turned their heads in unison, and a series of cold eyes focused on him, and the guy involuntarily took a step back and looked at us cautiously.

"I mean, the people who guard the treasure have always been very secretive, no one knows their identity, and I think it's a bit hasty for you to deny the relationship between these people and the treasure based on the little information you have!" Gucas had the courage to speak his mind.

We were silent for a few seconds, looked at each other, and then each turned to do our own thing.

"Captain, do you want to spend the night here tonight?" I asked.

"Is there a better option?" The captain spread his hands out, then turned and walked away.

"It's good that these people died outside, and we saved the room to clean up." The devil rubbed a piece of meat stuck to the sole of his shoe, and carried his rucksack to the wooden house not far away.

Gucas watched as we each packed up our things in a daze, and after a few seconds, he reacted, took a few steps to catch up with the captain, and asked, "Captain Lacey, am I wrong?" ”

"No, you're right, but what does it matter, they're all dead anyway." The captain pointed to the corpse behind him and shrugged indifferently.

"That's right!" Gucas was silent for a moment, lowered his head and sighed, then suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly stopped the captain: "You don't really want to sleep with these corpses, do you?" ”

"It's better than sleeping in the snow, isn't it?" The captain smiled lightly and continued walking.

"But......" Gucas grinned and looked back at the severed limbs on the ground, and the spirit shivered, feeling goosebumps fall to the ground, and even the bodyguards looked reluctant.

It was getting dark, and everyone was going to find their own rooms to rest, and Gucas followed the captain closely and decided to sleep in a room with the captain, because he felt that the captain of our group was the only one who looked a little easier to get along with, and everyone else looked fierce and scary.

"Is there anything present?" It wasn't until dark that I went back to the room with the striker monkeys, and as soon as I sat down, I asked the striker, in fact, what we care about is not the treasure keeper, but those enemies of unknown origin, what we have been trying to find is a clue about those guys to identify their identities, according to this situation, there will be a battle between us, and we must always know the enemy's situation before the war.

"I have to admit that those bastards are very professional and cunning, and they don't leave anything of value behind." The striker sighed helplessly.

"I didn't get anything either!" The monkey shrugged, the two of them were Caesar's spearheads, and their reconnaissance ability was unmatched, even they didn't show up, so it can only be said that the opponent this time was very professional.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to solve this mystery when we get rid of them, I can't wait." The devil stuck out his tongue and licked the discolored blade that had long been soaked in blood.

The only thing I care about now is Thea's body, as for the enemies and treasures, I have no interest in the enemy, Caesar has so many people, the Grim Reaper and the crosshairs are there, there is almost no need for me to do anything, to be honest I even have the idea of quitting the operation.

"You guys talk, I'll go see Thea!" I said hello to them and turned around and walked out of the room, where the goddess was in the star's room and the vet was watching.

"How does he look weird." The monkey looked at my back and said.

"Maybe I'm scared!" The devil spoke in a low voice.

"No kidding, he's an assassin, who can make him afraid!" The monkey laughed.

"Idiot!" The devil and the striker looked at the laughing monkey for a moment, and then pouted in unison.

(End of chapter)

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