When the sun finally illuminated the meeting room, the two brothers were engaged in the darkest and most unsightly communication in the entire immortal city.

"Three months ago, a batch of metal was harvested from the bullet farm, and these armor fragments were found during rolling, they were so peculiar that they could not be divided at all except for the lines already on them, so my subordinate Ford found someone to analyze the source of this armor and concluded that it was a set of rune armor."

Old Joe paused, stood up, took out a bottle of red wine as crystal clear as a ruby from the wine cabinet, poured two glasses, put them on the table, and then, opened the feeding trough reserved for the mouth of the respirator he had been carrying, and slowly "poured" the red wine in the cup into his mouth. Feeling the sweetness and freshness that he had not seen for a long time, Old Joe finally felt that his anger had been calmed, and then explained this very complicated matter to his younger brother "Prophet" Finn.

"And the origin of this armor is interesting, hey, Finn, remember the golden retriever woman who ran away a few years ago?"

After a long silence, Finn slowly sat up straight and picked up his glass.

"Remember, didn't you go back here in a rage after killing that woman? By the way, I also abolished the old man who took in the woman, and I asked you several times if you wanted that little girl. ”

When it comes to the past, the two brothers fell into a bubble of memories in their heads like reminiscing about their childhood, but Old Joe quickly remembered his "business"

"Yes, it's the old man you abolished, these armors are the ones he sold us."

"You mean—"

"In the Sigma Empire, rune armor is for a lifetime, and if the master dies completely, the rune will be extinguished. I don't need you to remind you, it seems that our lovely "adoptive father" has started picking up new things again..."

Finn retracted himself back into the couch he had been leaning on, and closed his little eyes again, as if he had completely lost interest in the matter.

"Anyway, my niece can't be fine, if you can bring her back, I don't care if you directly burn the entire slum to black charcoal." Then, as if extremely tired, he let out a slight snoring sound and fell into a short, silent sleep.

Gently pulling the mouth of the respirator, Old Joe stood up and strode out of the room, for his brother had become so likely to fall asleep at any time because of his perennial illness, and he had to try to keep his precious dream unruned.

At the door of the parlor, the four leaders of the War Boys were already waiting there, each of them looked lean and strong, their whole bodies were sprayed with silver spray paint on behalf of Old Joe, all kinds of bullets, explosives hung all over their bodies instead of shirts, they smelled the smell of killing and waited for the boss's instructions, they firmly believed that this would lead them closer to the holy heavenly Valhalla.

Old Joe looked at them and nodded with satisfaction, first of all, the first person on the left, Old Joe gave him a difficult task, to find a scavenger named Jack Baker, and to do everything he could to get him to tell the hidden fugitive. The second chief was tasked with going to the entire slum and forcing the people there to name all the new faces they had seen in the last three months. As for the last two leaders, after the first two had gone, Old Joe watched them quietly, and when he was sure that the other two had left, Old Joe took out the pistol "Confessor", which had just been made in the morning, from his military pocket and began to reload it.

In the increasingly excited eyes of the two, "Immortal Old Joe" smiled without raising his head and said, "Let's go, boys, let's go hunt a beast that betrays its master!" ”

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Today's demon king has been working for a whole day, although it is very hard, but now he has his own pursuit, he has a crush on a skirt, according to the traveling merchant himself, the brotherhood ransacked a dilapidated nobleman's house and found it, and the asking price is very high.

It was a sky blue princess dress, the demon king secretly weighed it, Celia would definitely wear it would be very suitable, he once wanted to sell the necklace and ring that originally belonged to the previous demon king, but after thinking about it, he put it back in his pocket and worked silently for a month.

As a "strong man" like him, an hour's workload can maintain the family's food and clothing, but the dress of nearly 10,000 yuan is really overwhelming, just like that, 12 hours of work every day as before, finally, today from the management of the "rotten teeth" Capri took over today's 400 yuan, he finally prepared a birthday gift for her before the "sister's" birthday.

Carefully carrying the beautifully packaged skirt, he used the remaining money to buy some snacks that the old man loved to eat. Lord Demon King walked on the path home, glad that the old man and little Celia had not come to the ancient battlefield today, and he could surprise them. While speeding up his pace, he decided to return to his own dilapidated, leaky, kerosene smell, but warm and happy home before it was completely dark.

Along the way, I don't know why the sand is faintly wet, and the heavy body that steps on it often sinks, and almost every door in the neighborhood's house is open, but there is no figure in sight.

The increasingly delicate atmosphere made the young man, who had been grieving too many times, anxious, almost like running, he ran, and there were two intersections!

It's the same at this intersection, or rather, there is a faint smell of iron in the air, the doors of every house are open, and the old man who lies on the rocking chair and greets him every day is motionless.

There is also a junction!

The unfinished mess was terrifying, the former neighbors had now changed their forms, and what was it, the dead corpses like garbage, dragged into a makeshift fire by a few men covered in ammunition, and burned into ashes that fluttered in the wind.

Several of the "war boys" turned their backs in the direction of the intersection, the flames crackling, and no one paid attention to the men behind them, chattering and complaining as they dragged the corpses.

"Why did the Boss suddenly do something to these rats. Whether it's killing them or dealing with the aftermath, it's not a bit challenging. ”

"Who knows, alas, these people have done something wrong, and in the end, no one takes their lives seriously."

A tall man dressed a little more gorgeously and with a few tattoos gave a kick to the two lazy chatters with his riding boots.

"Less nonsense, this is the boss's plan, do you understand the plan, as long as you can force that nobleman who knows where the ghost comes from to take the bait, these rats are also part of the plan!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to leave the corpse here, why are you grinding and chirping for us to burn?" The shortest of the few people, and the slowest one who had just done the work, muttered that it should be a child who is not too old to listen to the voice.

The tattooed man seemed to have softened his tone a little, and it was also possible that he was really distressed to let such a young child do such a "dirty job", touched his head with his greasy hand, and comforted him softly.

"We need to avoid the spread of the plague, it's not us who are at fault, it's these rubbish that gets in the way... Todd, don't think too much, if you feel uncomfortable, go and rest, that's all there is left, and I can do it alone. In order for parents to live a good life, this little thing is nothing. ”

The boy nodded silently, his back unvisible, but his low, suppressed sobs and visibly suppressed retching could be heard as he continued to drag the corpse that had begun to stink in the setting sun.