Nuclear snow night day.

Zhao Qian ran out of the underground gathering ground covered in blood, his right hand holding the blood-stained sword, the sword was still sharp, and the melted snow with strong radiation stained the blood on the sword turned into ice.

The little girl with blonde hair in her left arm, tightly.

"Lift it high."

Looking at the broken umbrella swaying from side to side held by Liao Sha in his arms, Zhao Qian said, his voice a little hoarse. The situation is not encouraging.

Madness always comes at a price, especially for a madman like him.

Killed from the old guy's lair, he suffered a lot of internal injuries. There were a lot of bullet holes and gunshot wounds on the body.

The sleet crackled on the umbrella.

The sound of the ticket was still ringing.

"Milestone: The Brutal. You have killed 26 normal people, and you need to kill 72 more normal people to earn this designation. ”

"Hmm. 26 pcs? ”

Zhao Qian said to himself, a wry smile hung on his mouth, the little girl in his arms looked at him suspiciously, and her little skirt was inevitably stained with a lot of blood.

"Look over there!"

Not far behind him, the light of several flashlights lit up, mixed with the sound of footsteps stepping on snow. In this kind of poor weather, visibility is really not high. But when they caught up with Zhao Qian from time to time on the ground, their bodies still exposed their traces.

He didn't have a chance to deal with that.

Walking forward unhurriedly, he didn't worry much about the weak chickens behind him. Even if most of them are driven crazy by the high bounty of their successors.

In this kind of highly radiant weather, mutated creatures are the veritable protagonists.

And the smell of blood on his body, like the smell of food, is more like a candle lit in the dark, which can attract moths and mosquitoes in all directions.

came to the crossroads that I walked through during the day, and in the urban weird tale of decades ago, the combination of Zhao Qian and Xiao Liaosha was the protagonist in the story.

On a dark and snowy night, there were passers-by who walked unhurriedly with broken umbrellas.

The scene is familiar, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a ghost movie from the seventies and eighties.

"Where are we going?"

Little Lori asked a little uneasily, the gentleman who was holding her was not in a very good state for him, and even a little bad.

Zhao Qian, who was covered in blood, felt more like an illusion that he would fall in the next moment, no matter who he gave him.

It's coming soon.

In the distance, there were several angry barks.

"Bang! Yes! ”

"Don't! Stay back! ”

"Stay away from me."

Gunshots rang out, and it was clear that something had happened to the group of people who were tracking them. I almost ran into a ghost halfway.

"Huh."

Zhao Qian smiled, and he stumbled into the ruins of the building during the day. The tip of the nose is a stench peculiar to canine declarations.

"Woo! Prosperous! Prosperous! ”

In the dark, several pairs of large turquoise eyes stared at the pair of uninvited guests who had intruded into the territory. He stood there, shining a bright flashlight with the bright flashlight in his hand, and the group of puppies who seemed a little timid barked milkily, a little lacking in confidence.

It's the size of an average dog, but it's still a little small compared to the big dog. They shrank back, their little butts against the wall in the corner.

Ignoring it, Zhao Qian picked up a few useless pieces of waste wood from the ground and poured some medical alcohol on them that he had not disposed of in time. Liao Sha also followed suit, using the gradually burning fire, to collect some wood on the ground.

She didn't seem to be more interested in these puppies than deterrents.

The fire gradually grew stronger.

"Help me get the bullet out of my back."

Zhao Qian handed the little girl a handful of tweezers and a bottle of alcohol that she had never used, and then threw a few anti-inflammatory pills into her mouth. These are luxuries in this world.

Some of the lead bullets that had been hit in the wound were pinched out by the little girl one after another, which was a relatively simple bullet that could be made. Zhao Qian burned a fire, and from time to time his body trembled because of pain.

There were still occasional howls and the barking of the big dog outside, and he shifted his attention.

How many people are this?

Except for the three batches that I cooked first, this is already the fifth batch.

Something is wrong, it's not like killing, it's more like being dragged down.

He took out a bottle of rum from his ticket and poured it into his mouth, and a crisp sound of footsteps sounded outside the ruins.

"Tread, step, step."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor before the trial day.

The three of them walked in from the snowstorm outside, from the darkness to the light, and imprinted into Zhao Qian's eyes.

"Holle, Lee."

The young white man with the ponytail in the lead smiled, as if to say hello to a friend.

Waving his hand, the silent black man behind him shook off the snow on the umbrella and put it away. Next to him stood an old white man in a tie-knotted suit with no gray hair, the butler.

The old man also withdrew his umbrella unhurriedly. Something was handed to the young man, and he shoved it into his mouth. Food.

Both sides fell silent.

"Hmph."

After taking a sip of the wine in his hand, Zhao Qian felt the warmth in his stomach. The wounds on the body are nourishing and healing at a faster pace.

"Privateer Reserve Rum"

"Item Type: Alcohol, Consumables"

"Item Rarity: Light Blue"

"Item of Origin: Pirates of the Caribbean, Shipwreck Harbor"

"Item Effect: Stimulates the user's recovery potential, increasing the user's recovery speed by 5 times for a short period of time. (One bottle can only be used by one person)"

"Application: Drink it."

"Comment: It is a gift from the goddess of the sea. Here, another glass of rum. ”

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, Liao Sha hid behind the teenager, and even the puppies quieted down, as if they smelled the smell of real natural enemies.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Qian sat there quietly, he was delaying time for himself, and the life potion was ready to be taken out at any time.

"As you can see, I am the heir to this town. You killed my father. ”

The young man said, but there was not a hint of hatred in his words. The tone is more of a matter of course.

Now it seemed to him that the outcome was decided, and the task was almost done. The other party was still drinking when he was injured, more like he was giving up on himself.

The reward seems to be within reach, and I'm glad that his emotions aren't particularly stable due to certain relationships, even if he usually looks suave.

Trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, he reached out again to take the snack handed over by the butler next to him and stuffed it into his mouth. Calmed down a bit.

Zhao Qian squinted and saw that it was a struggling shelled monster-looking beetle.

"Bah."

There was a crunching sound in the quiet building.

The place is not bad, at least the cold wind from outside rarely blows in.

"Yes, the head of this area of the Institute."

Ponytail looked at Zhao Qian who was sitting there, eating, and said what he didn't finish just now.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.