On the evening of December 3, 2030, the Lagos settlement in southwestern Europe saw the man carefully dusting off the thick snow on his body, and then gently lifted the hood on his head, revealing a vicissitudes of life but not losing his handsome oriental face. His waist-length long black hair was casually tied behind his waist, and the sideburns of his temples hung straight down to his chest, and the most attractive thing was his pair of deep eyes, as if countless stories were written in them.

He raised his head and gently glanced at the crowd in the bar that had suddenly fallen silent because of his presence, but all the people who were swept by his gaze unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. In the wild, which is full of zombies, mutant zombies, and mutant creatures, people who can travel alone are all extremely powerful beings, and there are generally no blind people who will provoke such people at will.

Vincent sat down in a random vacant spot, then ordered a glass of spirits and a roast, these settlements in the wilderness, where there was no currency to circulate, and all purchases were made in barter. The two things Vincent ordered cost him 3 pistol bullets, and no matter where they are, weapons and ammunition will always be the most valuable hard currency.

Just then, the door of the bar was opened from the outside again, and a team of five people walked in. Looking at their big-waisted figures, the fully automatic weapons hanging on their bodies, and the unique outfit of adventurers, you don't have to think about it to know that this is a group of mercenaries who specialize in begging for a living in the wilderness.

At this time, the bar was already busy, and there were almost no vacant seats, and after the group of mercenaries looked around for a while, they found that Vincent was eating alone in the entire bar. So they went straight to Vincent, and one of the big men reached out and slapped Vincent's table, and said loudly, "Hey, boy, please change your position, we want your position." How about a drink of spirits in a moment? ”

Vincent didn't raise his head, but carefully cut the roast meat on the plate in front of him into small pieces, and then put it into his mouth. He carefully chewed the roast meat in his mouth, which didn't taste too good, and lightly spit out a word in his mouth: "Get out." ”

Hearing Vincent's words, the big man was furious, and reached out to pull out the gun, but before his hand could touch the handle, a large desert eagle was placed on his head. Vincent held a gun in one hand, and the other hand was still unhurriedly cutting the roast meat on the plate, and said in the same tone as before: "If your hand reaches down one centimeter more, I will collapse your head." ”

The cold sweat on the big man's forehead gradually seeped out, although it was winter now, and the temperature outside was more than minus 20 degrees, but he was sweating profusely at this time. Master, he knows that he has met a master, the most proud thing he usually is his gun speed, he only takes 1.3 seconds from pulling out the gun, opening the insurance, and then shooting, but he is known as a fast gunner, but he doesn't even have a chance to pull out the gun in front of this person.

Seeing the situation in front of him, his companions hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them, they were experienced mercenaries, not those ruffians, they were experienced in combat and good at reading words. Looking at the Oriental man sitting there in front of him whose face had not changed until now, and who was still eating barbecue with an unhurried look, they knew that they had kicked the iron plate today.

At this time, if they draw their guns and threaten each other, it is very likely to trigger a firefight, and what makes them uncertain is that no matter how they think about it, they feel that they are likely to be the losing side. So they had no choice but to apologize with a smile. One of the men, who looked like the leader, stepped forward and smiled: "This brother, everyone is begging for a living outside, and it is not easy for anyone. Robbie's temperament is a little anxious, but he has no malicious intentions, I apologize to you for him, everything is a misunderstanding, put the gun away first, okay? ”

Vincent didn't speak, just put the gun on the table in front of him, and after he put the last piece of roast meat on the plate into his stomach, he took a big sip of the liquor to wash away the fishy smell in his mouth, and then got up to leave.

The mercenaries got out of the way, Vincent staggered past them, Vincent didn't care about what had just happened in the bar, such conflicts would be staged in the bar almost every day, in the wilderness, the law of the jungle was the only way to survive.

Vincent put on his hood and plunged into the howling blizzard outside, the snow was getting deeper and deeper to almost his calves, making it particularly difficult for him to walk in the snow. However, Vincent didn't seem to care at all, and slowly dissipated into the vast blizzard.

In the mountains, about 15 kilometers from the settlement of Lagos, Vincent found a small cave and got in, it was late at night, and he needed sleep. But one more thing he needs to do before going to bed is to take out a pair of handcuffs and anklets from the backpack behind his back, and then lock himself up, although the problem of ability backlash has improved in the past 5 years, but it still attacks from time to time after he falls asleep, so he must lock himself up. Although the handcuffs and shackles can't trap me in a state of loss of control, it can drag on for a while. He calculated the time, and the time it took to get out of control every time his ability counterattacked was about 5 minutes, and if he was locked, it would take at least 3 minutes for him to get out of the trap without consciousness and instinct, and the damage caused by the remaining two minutes would be extremely limited.

Vincent slept quietly in this cave for the night, nothing happened, and when he woke up in the morning to see the handcuffs and shackles still intact, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. The blizzard outside continued, but the wind was much lighter than yesterday, and some were just heavy snowfall. It was time for breakfast, touching his empty belly, Vincent thought to himself.

For a strength like Vincent, the effect of temperature on him is already very small, unless it is an extreme high temperature or low temperature, it makes no difference to him at all. However, the thick snow outside that could not go into his knees was a big test for him, and it was 15 kilometers from the settlement of Lagos, and if he wanted to walk through it in such deep snow, it was estimated that he would not have breakfast but lunch when he got there.

However, this was not difficult for Vincent, I saw him jump slightly, and the whole person jumped into the air 5,6 meters, and then suddenly, a pair of huge bat wings spread out behind his back, and the whole person almost touched the ground and quickly swept towards the Rags settlement.

At this time, the people of the Lagus settlement had not yet gotten up, and only the chimney of the only inn in the settlement was curling smoke, which was preparing breakfast for the guests staying in the inn. Just as Vincent was about to enter the inn for breakfast and begin his journey, a thin figure huddled under the eaves outside the inn caught his attention.