My name is Pelce, and I am the second son of a commoner family in a remote country.

Unlike the high-profile elder brother and the much-loved younger brother, as the second son, I am in the middle, a very awkward position.

I wore my brother's changed clothes, used my brother's changed stationery, and even my bed was the same one my brother used to sleep in.

As for my brother?

After I used it, it was almost the limit of those things, and he could use new ones.

I don't have any grievances.

At least my parents were loving and didn't abuse me, let alone criticize me, they used their abilities to give me the best.

So, I'm grateful.

Of course, I'm still looking for change.

Maybe it's the so-called dream of young people.

I think I deserve a better life.

And to see the things I've heard.

I want to see it for myself.

So, I studied hard and left my home in the countryside as much as possible.

After a lot of hard work, I finally made it to the big city, where I reached the starting line that urban children can get as soon as they are born.

It tasted bad, but the result was pleasant.

I am very happy.

Maybe when people are happy and laugh, they will have luck.

I'm no exception.

After a completely hopeless interview, I inexplicably passed.

It wasn't the position I wanted, but I didn't think about it that much at that time.

I became a 'contact'.

With your own 'apartment', a good salary, and a long vacation, everything is so nice except that you can't have a cat.

At least until I met that particular 'madman'.

Jason.

That man shattered my perception of a 'madman'.

Until then, I had always thought that 'madmen' were terrible.

And after getting to know Jason, I realized that the 'abuser' I had seen before was simply a kindergarten level.

To use the slang of my hometown: they count as balls.

Powerful! Calm down!

And inexplicably frightening!

Especially the latter, every time I see Jason in a mask, I panic from the bottom of my heart.

It's like walking at night when I was a kid and suddenly there was a noise behind me.

But, for the sake of that good salary, I can bear it.

It's just that......

Why is this happening!

Murder!

Riot!

Conspiracy!

And so it goes!

I knew I couldn't stay any longer.

Gotta run!

Although that Lothar 11 was a very nice guy and gave me a promotion, I could tell that he was in danger.

There is already more than one heir to the 'Hundred Great Families' who have died.

If one dies again, what is there?

Everything, it's like Pandora's box.

Once it's turned on, it can't be closed.

Therefore, I intend to leave.

Although it is a little unrighteous, I am sorry for that young master of Lothar 11, but I don't want to die in vain.

I'm glad that Beard and Rosrow think the same way.

They had a much better relationship with Young Master Lothar 11.

After all, that's a lifesaver.

It made me feel a lot better and feel a little less guilty.

Together, we embarked on the journey of departure.

But just now, they suddenly told me that they were willing to act as bait, just to repay the favor.

You said it earlier!

I really want to leave!

Lothar 11 is not a lifesaver for me!

I still want to go back to the countryside and raise cats!

And my little fairy!

How can it live without me?

After saying 'of course', Pelce began to look back on his life as if he were a 'marquee'.

Before I met Jason, he was quite plain, just an ordinary person.

Luck at most.

After meeting Jason?

emmmm……

Magnificent?

Not counted.

Every time they looked at each other, Jason's calm eyes had already clearly told him what habits were.

Therefore, he cannot be called magnificent.

At best, it's scary.

For him, just right.

If anything, there is a lesson?

That is, at no time should you 'die to save face and suffer sin'!

What if he was given a chance to do it all over again?

He would honestly stay in the country and not go anywhere.

And now?

He looked at the two cars that were getting closer and closer to them, and held back tears.

These two cars had already followed them when the 11th Young Master of Lothar declared war on the 'Hundred Great Families'.

Although he didn't know which family it belonged to, he knew why they came.

After following for so long, I finally can't bear to do it?

If I surrender now, will it be too late?

Pelce was thinking wildly in his head.

One of the two cars had caught up to the back of the car he was in.

Bang!

After a solid impact, Pelce's head hit the table and chair in the front row.

Suddenly, dizzy.

But even so, the 'contact' saw that another car had overtaken them.

Attacks!

There is no doubt that the other side wants to force them to stop.

Then rely on the numerical advantage to complete the complete suppression.

Holding back his dizziness, Pelce reached for the gun.

At this point, it is impossible to tie your hands and catch it.

This 'contact' is going to give it a go.

And then—

Bang!

He slammed into the front seat again, and then there were several non-stop collisions.

This time, he was touched.

Brake?

Why did Beard need the brakes?

Even if you can surprise the two tracking cars at first.

But it will soon fall into a more passive situation!

He almost subconsciously thought about it, and saw Roslo, who had been honestly sitting in the co-pilot seat, suddenly leaned out, and in the other party's hand, he didn't know when there was an extra submachine gun.

Da-da-da-da!

The muzzle of the gun spews out tongues of fire.

Searing shells splashed in the back.

Several bullet casings fell on his face.

Cauterize.

Pain.

Not a dream.

Pelce looked at Rosrow, who claimed to be a 'doctor', almost dumbfounded, and at this time looked like he was pulling the trigger frantically.

Until then, he had no doubt about Rosrow's identity as a 'doctor'.

Can now?

“Fxxk！”

"Son of a bitch, try this!"

"Bastards, get down to Daddy's crotch!"

Hearing such words, Pelce put a question mark in his heart.

Who's a doctor like that?

Shouldn't doctors be gentle and polite?

The doctor with a submachine gun who shoots wildly, what about the deceitful ghost?

But what happened immediately to Pelce's growing dumbfounding.

Rosrow pulled the trigger as he picked up a bag in the back row and handed it to Beard.

The bag was at Pelce's feet and his luggage.

Pelce simply thought it was Beard's or Rosro's luggage.

Then Pelce saw the grenade gun taken out of the 'luggage wearer'.

Syllable!

The car's strong windshield was smashed by Beard's punch.

The muzzle of the howitzer was aimed at the rushing car in front.

The other party had obviously seen the grenade gun and immediately hit the steering wheel, but it was over.

Bang!

Rumble!

Behind a black arc was a burst of flames.

The car that slammed the steering wheel burst into flames and rolled to the side.

Airplanes!

Beard stepped on the accelerator, the car started again, and Pelce was pushed into the back seat, and he turned his head to look back.

Next to the burning car, a car that had been beaten into a hornet's nest was slowly parking.

Scarlet filled the car.

Only two people staggered out of the car.

But soon he fell to the ground.

"This escaped?"

Peeres was stunned.

Happiness came a little too suddenly, and Pelce couldn't accept it for a while.

"This is just the beginning."

"These are just temptations, and the real attack is not yet to come."

"We're bait."

"They're too."

Roslo maintained the posture of leaning out as before, and immediately said after seeing Pelce's expression.

"How do you know?"

"Aren't you a doctor?"

Peer asked, almost subconsciously.

"Who says doctors can't know that?"

"Isn't everything obvious?"

"We act as bait to attract those who have bad intentions, and those guys will naturally send the corresponding people to attract Young Master Lothar 11, or rather, temptation!"

"They can't be sure how much strength Young Master Lothar 11 has in Area F!"

"And our appearance just gave them a chance!"

"They're going to keep tempting!"

Rosrow said very quickly.

"So—what about us?"

Pelce stammered, a bad premonition coming to mind.

"We're going to repel these temptations!"

"Don't give them a chance to be tempted!"

"Or give them the wrong information and fight for the best chance for Young Master Lothar 11! It's like two swordsmen in a duel, whoever shows his flaws first will die without a place to be buried. ”

Pelce looked at Rosrow's determined face, and even his glowing eyes, and the whole person was about to cry.

He understood what Rosrow was saying.

But it was precisely because he understood that he was worried about his future.

No!

There is no future anymore!

There is a dead end ahead!

Peer thought desperately.

But in the midst of desperation, Pelce was still a little curious.

"Rosrow, are you really a doctor?"

"Why do I look at you like a dead man?"

Peer asked.

Rosrow didn't answer, but Beard answered.

"Of course Rosroy is the doctor."

"He saved me."

"But in the previous incident, he and I were chased and killed at least 5 times, maybe he is not as good as you in terms of fighting and shooting, but in some other things, he has already grown up, but you don't have to worry, I believe that after this incident, you will also grow."

Beard, who was driving, glanced at Pelce in the rearview mirror and comforted him with his own words.

I thank you for your comfort!

Grow?

Only by dying can you grow!

To die is to sleep!

Poor me, I haven't really had a cat yet!

Peer looked at the roof of the car wordlessly, and then, holding the most important cat nest in his salute, in his arms.

In this cold, cruel society, only this cat kennel can give me a little warmth.

However, before Pelce could feel the warmth of the cat's nest too much, several heavy objects were thrown into his arms.

A shotgun.

A springing chain.

Two grenades.

Peer looked up in surprise.

It happened to meet Roslo's solemn eyes.

"The battle isn't over yet."

The 'doctor' said, looking behind him.

Behind their cars, more cars appeared.

And unlike the previous way of forcing a stop, this time, the opponent fired before.

Bang, bang!

Da-da-da-da!

The bulletproof body kept vibrating and let out an unsupportable moan.

Pelce climbed into the back seat almost instantly.

"What should I do?"

The 'contact' yelled.

"Fight back!"

Rosrow, who pulled the trigger again, said as a matter of course.

Pelce was stunned.

He didn't know where Rosro's rightful place came from.

Aren't you afraid?

Isn't there a fear of death?

His heart was full of doubts, but at this time, he couldn't ask.

All he could do was pick up a grenade, pull the ring and throw it out.

Rumble!

Pelce is completely foolish.

But luck was good.

The shrapnel from the grenade explosion completely covered both vehicles, causing them to tip over and fall to the ground, one of which caused a series of collisions with the subsequent vehicles.

"Well done!"

Rosrow cheered for Pelce loudly.

In the doctor's opinion, although Pelce is usually a little cowardly, he is still reliable at the critical moment.

Look, now is the proof.

Peer had absolutely no idea what was going on.

He cautiously poked his head out and looked back.

Seeing that the pursuer was once again blocked, the 'contact' tried his best to speak in a nonchalant tone.

"Of course, I'm a professional."

After saying that, Pelce began to regret it again.

What am I talking about?

Didn't you say that if you don't die, you have to live to save face?

How did I start again?

Filled with regret, Pelce began to clench the shotgun in his hand.

It's all come to this......

There's no turning back for me!

Hold on!

I'm going to hold on too!

I'm going to live to the end!

Pelce thought through gritted teeth.

The 'contact' then raised his gun and pointed it at the vehicle that was being pursued again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The characteristic sound of shotgun gunfire echoes through the streets at night.

A dozen large shotguns, almost completely unaimed, and vehicles that are constantly chasing and desperately trying to get close, have made Pelce repeatedly meritorious.

And the grenades thrown from time to time made the pursuers in the rear cry even more bitterly.

However, as time went on, more and more vehicles were chasing from behind.

Even, there is a feeling of denseness.

"Did they get cars from all over the city?"

Pelce couldn't help but say.

Then, pull the trigger again.

Click! Click!

The sound of the hammer striking made Pelce's face change, and when he found that the bullet chain was also empty, Pelce's face was hard to see.

He turned to look at Rosrow.

"I'm out of bullets!"

Rosrow replied.

It's over!

Peer wailed inwardly.

Beard, on the other hand, remained calm.

"Don't panic!"

"Because ......"

"There is no end to the road!"

Beard said this and began to slam on the gas.

He aimed at a warehouse in front of him and slammed into it.

Airplanes!

The car crashed into the warehouse like a wild horse.

Bang!

With the sound of the warehouse door fluttering, the car disappeared into the shadows of the warehouse.

The pursuing cars arrived one after another.

They parked in front of the warehouse and got out of the car.

And then—

Thundered!

The sound of a low, powerful, beast-like engine was heard.

The ground was still a little shaky.

The pursuers looked at each other.

Just when they were at a loss, a behemoth rushed out of the warehouse.

Steel bodies, tumbling tracks, and double-muzzle turrets.

Chariot!

Bang, bang!

Rumble! Rumble!

The muzzle fired a salvo, and two shells fell into the pursuers, and immediately a wave of flames rolled up.

"Beard, how can there be a chariot here?"

Pelce, who had just fired the gun, asked Beard excitedly.

"I used to be a security advisor for the 'Sender Family.'"

Beard explained vaguely.

Peeres didn't follow suit.

At this time, in the chariot, he has an absolute sense of security.

He adjusted the muzzle of the cannon, aimed at the pursuers, and pressed the fire button non-stop.

The auto-reload system allows Pelce to fire unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the pursuer changed from a hunter to a prey.

People turn on their backs.

screamed again and again.

The format was reversed almost instantaneously.

Rosrow breathed a sigh of relief.

Pelce shouted even louder, venting the pressure just now.

Only Beard, who was driving, looked solemn.

The previous mutation not only made his physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, but also made his perception have an extraordinary change, otherwise it would be impossible to avoid Schilling's ambush several times.

And this time, in his perception, a sense of danger far exceeded that of any previous time.

"Get out of the car!"

Beard said decisively.

Rosrow obeyed without hesitation.

Several times of life and death made him fully believe in Beard.

Pelce hesitated, but as soon as Rosrow got out of the car, he followed.

And just as the three of them left the chariot—

Snort, snort!

The sound of violent corrosion appeared!

The three turned their heads to look at the chariot.

I saw that the chariot, which was incomparably strong in the eyes of ordinary people, was melting at this time.

A dark green liquid adhered to the chariot, melting it like a burning candle.

What's more, an invisible force binds them and holds them firmly in place.

Even Beard, who is physically unusual, is no exception.

Step, step!

In the sound of clear footsteps, a tall woman with a high ponytail walked out.

There are no complicated dresses, only leather armor and spears.

The streamlined muscle lines make the other party look like a female leopard.

And behind the other party, two people wearing cloaks and not seeing their faces clearly, stood quietly.

One of them raised his hand to the battlefield.

The other raised his hand to them.

Beard, Rosrow, and Pelce were not fools, and they understood what was going on in an instant.

The ability to stealth!

The true heritage of the major families!

Hera 10 couldn't help but smile as she looked at the three bound baits.

"You're acting as bait to get my attention, and then, little by little, to increase that attraction and get me caught up in the refueling tactics."

"Very good plan."

"It's a pity to die, I prejudged your prejudgment!"

"I don't increase the power in my hands little by little, but at the beginning, I pressed all the strength!"

"So-"

"I won!"

Hera 10 announced.

Her gaze swept over Beard, Rosrow, and Pelce.

At this moment, Hera 10 was already thinking about how to pry open the mouths of the three of them and get more about Lothar 11.

Of course, after knowing everything, she still has to make some deals with the three of them and Lothar 11.

Why not maximize benefits?

However, the three of them looked at each other a little strangely.

Why do you always look behind me?

This is......

The smell of blood!

Hera 10 was puzzled at first, but when she smelled the blood, she reacted extremely quickly, and instead of turning around immediately, she quickly rushed forward two steps before turning around, and in the moment she turned around, she aimed her spear behind her.

But!

When Hera 10 saw the scene behind her, her whole body trembled, and she almost lost her spear.

In the moonlight, an ice hockey mask emerges from the shadows.

The knife in the opponent's hand pierced the chest of one of the 'Hidden Ones' of the 'Hera Family', and the other hand was pinching the neck of another 'Hidden One'.

Click.

The crisp sound of bones shattering.

Jason's gaze turned to Hera 10.

Immediately, Hera 10 felt that they were being targeted by a mythical beast.

She felt it.

Suffocate.

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