"You dare to let me get in the car. I had killed fourteen biker thugs just two and a half hours ago. ”

Dunant sat on the raging atrocity locomotive, slightly surprised.

Hearing his words, a group of thugs laughed. They were not afraid, nor did they take out their weapons to defend themselves. The oldest of them, the driver, swallowed two puffs of cigarette and said with a smile that there was nothing called fear in his eyes, "Dear Demon Warrior, you are laughing. Our lives, how can your affairs be important. If you are willing, you can slaughter us with your own hands, and no one will fight back. ”

Dunant was surprised.

No matter how high the status of the demonic warrior is, can it be more important than your own life?

"My lord, you are still young, it should be some miscellaneous things to rob money and kill people, let you see it?" The old driver asked.

"Hmm." Dunant nodded.

"Yes, die well." The old driver took a few more puffs of cigarette and continued: "Let's be honest, we do this kind of thing every day. On Irondust, the biker thugs you can see are all fucking beasts a hundred fucking times. Even our group, who died 10,000 times, did not deny their sins. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

There is no objection at all. Looking at their appearance, Dunant really wanted to do it, and they also obeyed the 'mandate of heaven' and stopped fighting.

"Is there any particular reason?" Dunant asked strangely.

The old driver turned his head, looked at the underadult child, and sighed: "Adult, you are still young and don't understand a lot of things." Listen to my old hammer, when you encounter danger, find us brutes and scum, show your magic ability, and keep someone to help you with your life. ”

Dunant was confused and asked, "If you don't want to be this kind of person, why don't you do something else." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces darkened.

The old driver shook his head and said, "How can we not reply when the adults ask." If you don't get annoyed, you just listen carefully. ”

Dunant sat still, looking like he was listening.

"We're a bunch of scumbags." The old driver first positioned himself, and everyone agreed: "On the iron filings, snatch food, abduct and sell women, and steal valuable mineral metals." The murder also continued for three days and five days. Without a small team with a large number of guns, even insects and beasts dare not hunt, and they can basically grab life-saving food for the weak. It seems that we have a better gun, and sometimes we can hunt a dozen or eight insects and beasts. ”

"I don't think I heard the fire." Dunant added: "I haven't seen it along the way." ”

"It's not what we do." One of the young 'scum' had anger in his eyes.

The old driver haha: "The adult is new, right, don't you even know this?" We are thugs, not hunters. Set fires, blow up houses, destroy factory farmland, that's what hunters do. We thugs, help put out the fire, repair the house, and can't do it. ”

Hearing this, Dunant became even more strange, and asked again, "What is a hunter?" ”

"Retired regular soldiers, mercenaries for money, and local mad dogs who want to escape from Iron Filings, believing that the major federations will recognize them and give them benefits. They are the judges of the major powers, and they are dedicated to dealing with us criminals. Whoever wants to build a city, to open up farmland, to build a factory, they will come to judge us, burn it, blow up a production base. Can you understand, my lord? We Iron Filings must live in a state of unsocial life, otherwise it will be a capital crime. "The old driver didn't have much emotion, as if he was used to this magical 'system'.

Dunant was shocked, and in an instant, the officials and bandits had changed positions in his heart, were these thugs protesters: "Isn't there a city on the Iron Filings?" ”

"Yes!" Everyone spoke in unison, and there seemed to be a divine light on their faces.

"Yes, yes." The old driver looked proud and said loudly: "Your Excellency the Great Eight Kings, as well as countless magical heroes, have established many cities in the Iron Filings. I've also heard that in the city everyone doesn't go hungry, everyone has clothes, everyone has a job and a salary, and everyone works hard to support their family. ”

Dunant's face was full of eccentricity.

I thought to myself, isn't it great enough to have this kind of life in the city?

"Why don't you go if the city is so good?"

Everyone's faces darkened, but the old driver sighed and said, "How can we scum be qualified to enter the city life." The city doesn't stand in our way, but that kind of good place can't let our blood stain, so it's better not to go. Our lives are destined to die at the hands of hunters. I only pray that the gods will open their eyes, so that we can take the hunters together and die when we are dying, so that we will not live in vain. ”

At this point, there was a squeak.

The convoy came to a halt.

Roadside.

An old bookmaker, so thin that he fell down at the slightest hint of the wind, stretched out his hand and blocked the large convoy. Dunant was about to open his mouth to save the old man, but unexpectedly, the thugs were faster, as if they had rehearsed more than a dozen times, respectfully got out of the car, took the old bookmaker's luggage, and helped him to the old man's car. That look is more respectful than a group of grandsons waiting for grandpa.

Dunant was strange in his heart, and he sensed it carefully.

Now, this old man is really suffering from a 'terminal illness'...... If there are too many toxins in the body, it will be four or five years old, and it is not a hidden powerhouse at all.

This little bit of body lì, anyone in the convoy can pinch him to death with one hand.

Bang.

As soon as the old calligrapher got into the car, he saw Dunant's young man, and immediately struck the team leader's helmet with his cane, and shouted softly: "This baby, is the goods you bought?" What a group of brutes, now not only sell girls, but even boys? Let it go, hurry up and release it for me. ”

Seeing the old bookmaker making a fuss, Dunant was still a little worried.

But......

"No, no, no, don't be angry, old man. This is a magical warrior, not our cargo. The captain of the car was as tall and strong as a beast, completely like a grandson, and he smiled vigorously. The head didn't dare to raise his head, as if he was afraid that the old man wouldn't be able to hit him.

"Magical warriors?" When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up.

Slightly.

Half-bent over, he saluted Dunant. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were a little moist.

"Old man, you don't have to worship me anything. I'm not a good person, I'm just borrowing their car to find something today. Dunant could see that the mob didn't know the old man at all, and why they were respectful, probably because ...... Book! In the eyes of several younger thugs, all they were staring at were those books. In addition, they didn't even look at the gold watches and silver ornaments, and the copper and jade pens.

Dunant also noticed that the captain had stuffed one of his silver bracelets into the old man's luggage while he was moving his things.

"Can you call me an old man......" the old bookmaker's eyes were hot: "Very good, a good boy." It doesn't matter, they can't do anything, they can't do anything in their lifetime, you're different, it's good if you're here, it's good if you're here. ”

The old bookmaker muttered and nodded repeatedly.

Then.

Dunan was just about to speak, when his face suddenly changed. The figure flickered, and his right hand reached out to the old bookmaker like a fist.

The crowd was amazed.

They are waiting to protect the old bookmaker and stop their heroes. It must be a god, and suddenly a poisonous crossbow was firmly pinched in Dunant's hand, only two or three centimeters away from the old calligrapher's forehead. When everyone saw this situation, they immediately shouted in unison: "Be careful, protect the teacher, protect the adult." ”

Da-da-da-da.

The convoy came to a sharp stop and turned towards the old bookmaker's car. By this time, the bullets were already flying. The bullet marks like a fiery snake were all concentrated on the old book doctor. The thugs with weapons in their hands seemed to be out of sight.

"I, I, I, I ......"

One of the thugs reacted very quickly, quickly jumped out of the car with a pile of books, and yelled: "I, I have books, come and shoot me." ”

This situation, this reaction.

Dunant was shocked.

The thug with the book in his hand was as if he had taken some important treasure. The other party divided three or four fires and shot at the stupid guy who was looking for death.

The strongest firepower still focuses on taking care of the old bookmakers.

"Boring." Dunant was completely speechless when he saw that the mob was not going to die, and rushed to protect the old bookmaker. A magic power field turned into a pure blue water curtain, blocking a qiē gun bullet from the water screen. With a move, even the 'book-grabbing stupid' who was sent to death was recruited back to protect it.

Bang!

Hundreds of miles away, snipers rang out.

Hum! Dunant slapped his right hand and knocked the heavy sniper bullet away like a fly. After the sniper attack of the weakened power of the water screen, it is really nothing in his eyes now. At this time, the enemy targeted the old bookmaker, ignoring even the biggest threat himself, and Dunant also understood a little.

On the other side, it must be a hunter.

Now it makes Dunant wonder why the hunters don't kill the mobs, but only target the old bookmaker, who has a fart ability and doesn't even have a few years to live.

A few missiles came.

The mob's motorcade exploded one after another, and Dunant was only able to protect one of them.

"My lord, please......" The old driver also hugged the old bookmaker, as if it was his father. Facing Dunant, pray.

"Okay, I'll do it, and I'll take it as the fare." Dunant interrupted him and with a gesture of his hand, he pulled up more than a dozen scattered coins. Fingers flicked, and the air hummed, making people tinnitus and pain. In less than two seconds, the fire on the opposite side stopped, and not a single living mouth remained. At the farthest distance, even the strongest sniper hunter was killed by a headshot.

Everyone was stunned, grateful and shocked.

The strength of this 'adult' in front of them is far beyond their imagination.

When the old bookmaker saw that he was done, he quickly got out of the car. Walking up to the thugs who had been seriously injured in the explosion, the old tears flowed and he couldn't speak. At this time, the thugs who were seriously injured and dying spoke: "Teacher, don't cry, cough cough...... We're filthy thugs, and we're going to die on the side of the road, feeding the bone beasts. It's our life, ahem...... It's a pity that he didn't pull a hunter as a cushion when he was dying. But it's okay, the teacher is fine...... We, too, did not die in vain. ”

Dunant listened to the conversation, his heart a little heavy.

These people don't know this old man, they call him teacher, and it's probably just a habit.

"My name is Iron Nail, Teacher, cough cough cough...... If I could, I hoped, I wanted to die with my brother. Engraved our names on a single stone...... In this life, I didn't live in vain. After the iron nail finished speaking, he smiled and swallowed.

On his face, there was a slight sense of happiness.

Half a quarter later.

The captain buried the bodies of his brothers and found a large rock. Under the guidance of the old calligrapher, he wrote down the names that did not look like names, such as 'nails, wires, knives, pestles', etc. Maybe they've never read a book, they've never read a word, and it's strange that they can come up with a decent name. There is no one in the convoy who can speak.

After goodbye.

After another journey, the old bookmaker got out of the car.

He was greeted by a group of children hiding in a cave. Looking at those children, it looks like they haven't seen the sun for a long time.

It's a little frighteningly white.

Sitting in the car, Dunan didn't say anything, but the old driver was not too sad: "My lord, thank you for your great kindness." If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have survived. Don't be surprised, adults, we are thugs, and we don't want to die. The teacher is fine, and it doesn't matter if it's a qiē. The Eight Kings have all said: We are all garbage, and no one will help us. If you want to live in vain for the rest of your life, let your son recognize one more word and learn one more skill. If you want to have a future for Iron Filings, it's not enough to kill all the hunters, it's more important to keep those lights. Can you understand, adult? I don't understand the hammer. But we have to protect those who hold books, from being sensible, from being thugs. ”

"The dead dad said that they had light in their hands and the future of our son." A young thug took over the conversation, fully believing in the words.

"They know how to repair cars, they know how to make guns, we don't know anything, we don't even know our names." Another young mob spoke.

"They know how to grow food, they know how to heal diseases, we will only steal food, we will only kill people." The captain also spoke: "So we are filthy thugs, we should die on the side of the road, at the hands of hunters." The teacher can't die, we have to send him to everyone's son. In order to survive, we can do bad things to anyone. For the sake of teachers, we can die because they have a future with our children. ”

Hearing these words, Dunant suddenly felt that the figures of these people were extremely tall.

At this moment, Dunant felt that he was missing something.

Something is missing.

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