While people were talking about nuns and almsgiving, the street lights in Iron Mountain were quietly lit up. One after another, from the street to the end of the street. As the lights turned on, many figures gradually appeared in the originally dark corners. Some of them leaned against the wall, some lay on the ground, and some were curled up in the corners. In the hazy light, it seemed that they could be seen shivering slightly, and the cold feeling was faintly visible.

These are homeless homeless people or scavengers who are used to sleeping in the wilderness. They usually go to the bottom of Yincheng to pick up garbage, and then come back here to set up stalls. Fortunately, the management of Iron Mountain Town is not bad, and the homeless and scavengers are fairly well-behaved in the town. As a result, they get along well with the local residents. However, their obedience also depends on the situation. On nights like now, they don't mind making a little fortune if given the right opportunity.

At this moment, they unanimously found their prey. A girl with a bumpy figure and good looks walked in front of them. Their gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, and some of them were even already drooling. At this point in time, a beautiful woman walking down the street is simply an act of giving meat.

"Delicious delivered to your door." A one-eyed old man said to the little boy next to him. When he spoke, his eyes sparkled, as if he were a teenager younger.

"Grandpa, are we going to eat her meat?" An eight- or nine-year-old boy asked.

"We don't really want to eat her, but we look for real happiness in her, the happiness that belongs to men." As he spoke, the old man's saliva almost flowed out.

"Does she have bread on her?" The little boy asked innocently.

The old man patted the little boy's head lightly and scolded in a low voice, "What stupid! Bread is nothing compared to this! Then the old man sighed and continued, "When you grow up, you will understand." ”

Just as the wanderers pondered whether to go up to "say hello", a young man dressed in black appeared in the dim light. It turned out that he had been following the girl not far behind. Maybe it's because the girl is too eye-catching, or maybe it's because he's walking in the shadows of the block, and many people don't notice his existence at first. The boy carried a heavy machete on his back and walked quietly. When the wanderers saw the iconic weapon, they immediately retracted, and those who should sleep continued to sleep, and those who should be in a daze continued to be in a daze......

"Grandpa, why don't you ......." Before the boy could finish his sentence, the old man covered his mouth vigorously to prevent him from continuing. After a while, the old man did not let go of the little boy until the figures of the boy and the girl disappeared from sight. Then he slapped the little boy on the head hard! The little boy pursed his lips aggrievedly, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The old man stared at the little boy viciously and scolded, "Cry! Just know to cry! You almost killed our grandparents and grandchildren just now. Then the old man pointed in the direction where the boy disappeared and whispered, "You remember, that person's name is Iron Slag, and he is the most ruthless law enforcer in Iron Mountain Town, and you will want to avoid him when you see him in the future." ”

"Grandpa, I don't think he's that old." The little boy wiped his eyes and asked.

"You'll understand when you grow up, go to sleep, and we'll have cheese and bread tomorrow." The old man said.

The thought of having bread to eat tomorrow, or cheese bread covered with cheese, broke into tears and smiled, and leaned into his grandfather's arms and gradually fell asleep......

At this time, a slightly cold north wind blew, mercilessly announcing the arrival of winter.

"Alas...... After taking this almsgiving, it is time to go to the south. The one-eyed old man hugged his grandson tightly and said to himself. This pair of grandchildren is like thousands of wanderers and scavengers. They struggle to survive in this cold world, but they may not see the sunshine of tomorrow.

At this time, it was late at night, the wandering people fell asleep one after another, and the night in Iron Mountain Town was quiet again.

Nothing to say all night......

The next morning, when the morning light sprinkled the dilapidated rooftops, a procession of men and women drove into Iron Mountain. The men in the group were neatly dressed and had clean faces, and they stood in stark contrast to the local rundown and dirty.

The men in the line stood at the front and the end. Wearing steel helmets, bulletproof vests, and submachine guns, they kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings. The women in the procession were all dressed in black and white-trimmed nun robes, with silver crosses hanging on their chests, and rattan flower baskets in their hands. The flower basket is covered with a light-colored floral cloth, and inside is a cheese bread that was freshly baked this morning.

These women are generally good-looking and fair-skinned. When they walked into Iron Mountain Town in the morning light, a fresh breath came to their faces. They are like a beautiful landscape, instantly lighting up the entire neighborhood.

They are the nuns of Notre-Dame, from the Temple of Prayer for Rain in the Silver City of the Thirteenth. Every three months, they would come down to give alms, bringing the blessings of the rain god to the people of Iron Mountain Town.

In the middle of the procession, there was a young girl who stood out, like a flower blooming in the crowd. Because her light was so dazzling, that the people around her turned into green leaves that set off her, and some even turned into dead leaves. She was the only one of the nuns who did not wear a black robe with white trim. She was about 15 or 6 years old, with a slightly plump figure and a bit of a baby fat feeling. From the front, her eyes are particularly large, and there seems to be water shaking inside. Originally, this face was the kind of childlike face that would look younger than the actual age. However, now the girl's face had a steadiness and indifference that was not similar to her youthful age.

She wears a light blue priest's uniform. The priest's robe is a tunic with a large white cross painted on the chest. And the hem of the priest's uniform is a bit like an ancient cheongsam, with slits from both sides of the base of the thighs. To hide her overly sexy hem, she wore plain white pantyhose underneath. It's just that these pantyhose don't cover the entire thigh. Between the pantyhose and the base of the thighs, snow-white skin looms, inviting people to reverie.

Judging by her costumes, she should be the priest of the Temple of Prayer for Rain, second only to the priests of the temple. Notre-Dame, which believes in polytheism, has a looser internal structure. Each diocese was relatively independent, and they were free to choose the deities they believed in. Of course, the range of choices must be in line with the basic teachings of Notre-Dame.

The parish here chose to believe in the god of rain. Therefore, Notre-Dame built a shrine to pray for rain on the thirteenth silver city to worship the god of rain. And the divine grace of the rain god manifests itself as moisturizing all things, so there is a three-month almsgiving.

Just as the team was marching into Iron Mountain, a heated argument was going on in a repair shop south of Iron Mountain.

"Iron slag, don't think that you are the only one in this Iron Mountain Town!" The old cow puffed out with his nostrils to the sky and said excitedly.

"Cow, when did I say you were weak?" Iron Slag crossed his hands over his chest and asked in a louder voice.

"That's what you mean! I'm just going to buy something, and I need you to protect me? When will it be your turn to protect me? Am I so weak? The more the old cow spoke, the more excited he became, and his nostrils became wider and wider.

"Don't fight, I'll just stay here and watch the house, and you two brothers will go buy parts together." Ye Xinling, who was on the side, persuaded.

But as soon as Ye Xinling's words fell, Tie Slag and Lao Niu shook their heads at the same time. Leaving Ye Xinling here alone, in case a scavenger breaks in, it will be a loss of both people and money. Although there is nothing particularly valuable in Lao Niu's repair shop, as the saying goes, "a broken home is worth ten thousand". If you let those scavengers break in, it's full of treasures. In addition, there is a beautiful woman guarding here, and it is even more charcoal in the snow, and the drought is raining after a long time.

"In this case, I'll ask Lao Di to send someone to come and guard, and we'll go to the parts market together." After Tie Slag finished speaking, without waiting for Lao Niu to object, he took out the remote walkie-talkie and tuned to Lao Di's channel, saying, "Tie Ying calls the chicken flute, and Tie Ying calls the chicken flute." ”

After a while, the hoarse voice of the old flute came from the walkie-talkie, "Brother Tie, it's Jidi, auspicious Ji, not a chicken." ”

"Chicken Flute, Iron Eagle asks for support, please send two people to guard the repair shop immediately." Iron Slag said unmoved.

"Brother Tie, there is no manpower today, there is a charity team in the town, the boys have all gone to see the beauties and get bread, how about sending someone over tomorrow?"

"If I don't see two heavily armed guards in twenty minutes, your wife will think the sunscreen is fake, so you can do it." Iron Slag threatened and immediately terminated the call.

Twenty minutes later......

Two heavily armed guards ran into the repair shop sweating profusely and reported to the iron slag out of breath. Tie Slag instructed them to guard the repair shop, and then motioned for Lao Niu and Ye Xinling to set off. At this time, one of the guards begged Iron Slag, "Brother Tie, can you do me a favor?" As he spoke, he took out a card-shaped device from his bosom and handed it over. Iron Slag took the object and looked at it, and it turned out to be a card-style camera.

"What are you giving me a camera for?" Iron Slag asked expressionlessly.

"Iron ...... Brother Tie, today there is a charity team in the town. I heard that there was a girl in it who was very good-looking, and they all said that she looked like a goddess. I came to help Brother Tie guard the door today, but I can't see it anymore. We usually beg for a life on the knife edge, and we don't know what will happen tomorrow today, and we may die one day. I just want to see what kind of girl can look like a goddess. The young garrison said sincerely.

"Can the goddess be eaten?" Iron Slag asked seriously. As soon as his words fell, Ye Xinling behind him couldn't help but let out a "poof" sound, pursed her lips and laughed.

"Iron slag, just help him take a picture, young people are strong-blooded, and it's normal to like beautiful women." Lao Niu said in an old-fashioned manner.

"Brother Tie, help, let us also see and understand." Another guard chimed in.

Seeing so many people helping, Iron Slag had no choice but to put away the camera and throw it in his pocket, which was considered to be a promise to this request.