Looking at the situation of silent confrontation, Kim couldn't help but think of a metrical poem: "Barbarism and civilization are twins, the latter will always be nobler than the former, and the former will always threaten the latter until it is completely destroyed." ”

It's impossible. These mercenaries are more vigilant than they think. Kim can imagine that once this conflict breaks out, he will definitely die first. Because, the combined cannon in the corridor on the second floor is the closest to him.

I'm just an errand runner and don't deserve to die for something like this.

Thinking of this, Kim couldn't help but shudder. He smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood up, owed a little to Su Hao, and turned around and walked out of the room.

Su Hao and the others took their respective weapons and watched these people leave with a wary face.

Just as Kim walked out of the room, he saw dozens of people walking towards him.

Their clothes are all dark and dark blue. It was the most common color used by the noble families of the Empire. The basic styles of the clothes are similar, but the obvious differences can be seen. They all use gold or silver threads to embroider patterns on their clothes, but the patterns are different. It is these specious distinctions that divide the entire population into three waves. In particular, the three young men who walked at the front were obviously the leaders of them.

The moment his eyes made contact with the crowd, Sam, who was originally depressed, suddenly became excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. He quickened his pace and walked towards the young man on the far right, his eyebrows fluttering and his tone extremely warm.

"Master Garros, you're finally here."

It was a young man in his twenties. Although he is a man, his hair is scattered on both sides of his shoulders, showing a kind of aristocratic elegance. He smiled at Sem's jaw as he approached, his hands behind his back, and a confident and smug expression on his face.

The other man standing next to him, in the middle, was older, about thirty or so, and a strong man, half a head taller than Garros. His gaze was calm, he seemed to be bright, and his perspective shifted quickly and quickly. He stared at Sem, his focus darting between Garros and him, his gaze becoming cold.

There was also the one on the far left, also male, younger than Garros, perhaps not even twenty years old. He was dark-skinned and athletic, like a resident of the tropics all year round, with a well-fitting black uniform and a shotgun in his hand. Or do you use weapons as toys?

"Look, as I said, Sem never lets me down."

Garros gathered the lace on the cuffs, looked at the two people next to him with a smile, his tone was full of show-off, and he had an incomparably strong sense of superiority: "Philip, your movements are slower than mine this time." Brito, you don't blame me for getting those contribution points first, do you? Hehe! The Malkens are really quick when it comes to messaging. Especially this kind of thing, even if it's just a second ahead, it means being able to get a head start. ”

Philip, the strong man standing in the middle, looked at Sam with a keen eye, and also saw Su Hao and the others in a farther position. There was a hint of suspicion and expectation on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Sem had already run in front of Garros.

"Well, there shouldn't be anything wrong with the points transfer agreement, right?"

Although Garros has deliberately hidden his arrogance, his excited and flamboyant expression cannot be concealed. He had always felt that the decision to send Sem ahead of time was very wise. So he stretched out his right hand and smiled happily: "Take out the signed contract and show it to Philip and Brito." They didn't believe much about it. Hehe! And no wonder, it turns out a qiē. ”

Semu stood on the spot, helpless, and barely squeezed out a wry smile from his face: "Young Master Garros, I have disappointed you." They rejected our request to acquire contribution points. Agreement...... Unable to sign. ”

The smile slowly solidified on Garros's face, and the outstretched right hand couldn't be retracted, so it was held stiffly.

For Garros, a thousand contribution points is very important. If you add the contribution points collected before, the total number of points held in his name can exceed 2,000. This means that they can occupy about 30% of the family's business activities. More crucially, this is a big step forward in determining one's succession.

For many times, Garros maintained an aristocratic demeanor and manners. He is accustomed to solving problems in a way that he is familiar with. For example, this time, in terms of time, Garros was only half an hour ahead of the others, but it was enough to complete the negotiations and reach an agreement. However, from Sam's mouth, he heard the opposite of what he expected. Surprise, loss, frustration, anger, all kinds of emotions came one after another at this moment, and Garros's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were even colder than usual.

This bad news broke his psychological bottom line in one fell swoop.

Beside them, Philip and Britto glanced at each other and smiled in unison.

Garros didn't look back, and could hear the cold snorts coming from the nostrils of his two companions. He looked at Sem, who looked embarrassed, and his gaze was like frozen ice: "You have lowered the price?" ”

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

Sam was Garros's most relied on subordinate, and his advantage was his ability to perceive the weaknesses of the other party in business negotiations, so that he could achieve his goals at a very low price. When he came, Sam carefully studied the information of Su Hao and Mo Xingkui, and this was the initial price of 100,000 gold coins. But in fact, the psychological price that Garros can accept is 840,000 imperial gold coins.

Sam didn't actually do anything wrong. Offering a very low price and then haggling to climb up the ladder is the most common method in business negotiations. Although the final agreed price is very different from the initial opening price, it must go through repeated tug-of-war and consume a lot of energy and saliva on both sides to produce. From the very beginning, Sam did not put Su Hao and the others in an equal position, and even thought of suppressing them with the help of the power of senior guards to force the other party to accept the price he offered.

This is ability, and this is the specific expression of the particularity of talents. Buying something that was originally worth one million with 800,000 yuan is not shrewd at all, at most it is excellent. If you buy goods of the same value with 100,000 yuan, this is the real business elite.

Sam nodded apprehensively. He didn't understand, why did Garros ask this?

Lowering prices is actually normal, and it is also the real reason why he is favored by the Mackensen family.

However, Sem was not a true aristocrat after all. He will never understand the psychology of Garros. Making money must be timed, and the theory of price reduction cannot be used at all times. For example, this time, Garros is going to get these contribution points anyway. There were too many pretenders next to him, and he didn't have any more time to waste. Lowering prices at such times is simply giving away the time advantage that is hard to grasp to others.

"You damn bastard!"

Suddenly, Garros roared without warning. He grabbed Sem by the neck, raised his fists, and slammed them into his head and body, screaming incessantly, "Who wants you to be smart? Who gave you the power to lower prices without authorization? Bastard! Idiot! Brainless mongrel! Do you know what that means? What do you want? What exactly do you want to do? ”

Garros and Sam are both second-order evolutionaries. However, in terms of combat effectiveness, Sem could not be an opponent like Garros, who spent a lot of resources to carefully cultivate the heir of the family. The fists that rained down like drops were accurate and fierce, and they continued to explode in clusters of blood on Sam's face. He felt like the bridge of his nose was shattered, the intestines in his stomach were completely twisted together, his chest was so dull that he could barely breathe, his face was hot, and a lot of fluid was flowing out of his nostrils.

After several minutes of violent fighting, the anger and resentment in Garros's heart calmed down slightly. He drew the dagger from the back of the guard next to him, and without looking, plunged it directly into the back of Sem's left ear. Sam's blood-soaked eyes suddenly widened, his hands involuntarily scratched at the sky, his mouth wide open, and he made a terrifying "ho-ho" sound.

The dagger was very dense with the flesh and there was almost no bloodshed. Garros is systematically trained in martial arts and knows where to strike with a single sword. Avoiding the main blood vessels to attack is the most important part of the noble fighting course. Nobles are not mercenaries, and even if they kill people, they must maintain grace and grace. "Shed the least amount of blood", this is the first chapter, the first sentence of the martial arts class.

Beside him was handing him a handkerchief at the right time, and Garros slowly wiped the fingers he had just killed, turned his head, and smiled softly at Philip and Brito. Although the other party didn't say anything, Garros felt that it was more uncomfortable than taking a few slaps on the spot. He felt like a flame was burning on his face, blood gushing up, and his white skin showed an abnormal flush. Garros forcibly suppressed the desire to find a few people to come over and continue to kill, raised his foot and stepped over Sem, who was still convulsive and not completely dead, and walked towards Su Hao and the others who were standing at the door of the wooden house not far away.

"I apologize for all the words and actions of this idiot before."

Although Garros never thought that a mercenary had an equal status and status to himself, he still apologized at this time. His attitude was still arrogant, but because his height was lower than Su Hao's, he couldn't maintain a top-down posture, and instead spoke more directly: "I need those contribution points of yours." Of course, the price will definitely not be as Sam's fool said. We should sit down and have a good talk. Please believe in my sincerity. ”

Su Hao did not answer. He turned around and looked at the other team members standing around. By this time, many townspeople had gathered from both sides of the road. The dead are the biggest source of buzz, and everyone wants to know what's going on here. Especially the nobles, the chance of such a high-level creature appearing in Konoha Town is almost zero. Perhaps, I have never had the opportunity to see it up close in my life.

Kenson and Mo Xingkui's expressions were indifferent, as did the others. The mercenaries were too impressed by Sam's previous strength, and they also disliked Garros's arrogance.

Su Hao turned around and said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry! We don't want to think about that yet. ”

"Then you'd better think about it."

Garros stared at him coldly, squeezing out the words behind him from between his teeth: "Whether you want it or not, you can't stay out of it." Not only us, but many people are eyeing this thousand contribution points. I'm a person who speaks more directly and doesn't hide it. Sem was a fool, so he died. With your status and status, there is only a downside to getting these contribution points. This is an asset that you simply cannot grasp. Don't think I'm lying and intimidating, if it's a million gold coins, you're a safe and secure rich man. But if you have an antique worth a million gold coins, thieves and bigwigs will try to take it away. You'll be left with nothing, and maybe even get stabbed for some reason. The dead will never compete with the living for good, and the dead will not be able to enjoy any good. ”

At this time, Philip also walked over under the escort of a group of bodyguards. He looked at Su Hao, his voice was calm, but as heavy as a boulder: "No matter what your name is, no matter who you are, I want all the contribution points in your hand." As long as the price aspect is not too outrageous, we can sign the transfer agreement now. ”

"What do you want to do?"

Garros spun around and glared at Philip, his face pale, his body trembling with rage.

"Of course, it's a business grab."

Philip made no secret of his thoughts, grinning widely, showing his teeth: "Dear Garros, I admit that you are indeed a good player on the golf course, but this kind of thing is not the kind of small gamble we usually play. The Rag family also needs contribution points. You sent someone one step ahead, it's your advantage, we have nothing to say about it. Now it's clear that you're not getting there, and they're not willing to sell you contributions. As a second buyer, we certainly have a reason to have a good talk with them. ”

As he spoke, Philip turned to the side and yelled at his companion who was standing not far away, "Brito, do you say so?" ”

"That's right!"

Brito, still playing with the shotgun in his hand, replied nonchalantly, "I'll raise the price, more than any of you." ”

He didn't seem to like to talk, but every word was to the point.

A gust of wind blew, and Garros's face suddenly turned pale. He suddenly felt that he hated the ghost place of Konoha Town. Damn mercenaries! Damn contribution points! And the damn Philip and the damn Brito! Why is he surrounded by idiots and rubbish like Sam? Why is there always a bunch of hyenas around you who rush to the smell of blood? Lao Tzu is a nobleman, and he is the heir to the title of Viscount Malken.

Just when Su Hao wanted to open his mouth to refuse Philip's request, he suddenly heard a piercing siren. The sound was abrupt and loud, exactly the same as the air defense sirens on Earth.

Suddenly there was a gunshot from the east side of the town, mixed with chaotic and intense shouts of horror.

"Oh my God! It's the army of the dark world, they, they're killing it! ”

……

It was nearly dusk.

A dense stream of dark race warriors flocked to Konoha Town. There are dark warriors in human form, tall and ferocious werewolves, and huge dark ants and spiders that are more than three meters long and crawl on the ground with six arthropods. They are both intelligent beings of the Dark World, and although they resemble insects, they are two completely different life forms. These giant ants and spiders have similar heads to humans, with compound eyes distributed at symmetrical angles. The huge abdomen, though bloated, is unusually agile in action. Due to their strong combat effectiveness, in the dark world, they are called "ant demons" and "spider demons".

The heavy steel gates had been closed, and the heavy machine guns on the guard towers had turned their muzzles, pouring fire in the direction of the dark creatures' dense attacks. The werewolf who rushed to the front suddenly flipped on his back, but the dark warrior who followed closely behind did not retreat, but hugged the body of the werewolf who was shot in front of him and used it as a shield in front of him. They were running fast, and in a few longitudinal falls, they had already rushed to the bottom of the wall at the end of the shooting angle, patiently waiting for more companions to arrive.

Konoha Town's defenses are very strong. A few seconds later, more than a dozen heavy artillery shells roared in, accurately landing among the dense dark biota, setting off large areas of sand and gravel soil, and the terrifying power formed a circular dead and complete death zone, and the air was sprinkled with blood and mud and severed limbs, and even the ground was trembling violently, releasing an incomparably strong energy.

A huge ant demon was directly hit by a cannonball, and it exploded to pieces on the spot, splashing thick green body fluids everywhere. The massive body wreckage was blown over on the spot, crushing a dark warrior firmly underneath it, crushing it into pulp in an instant.

More spider demons and ant demons appeared on the battlefield, numbering more than twenty of them. Short shelling could not stop this kind of Cheng dù offensive at all. Soon, the first spider demon had already rushed to the walls of the town, and it held the ground with its four back legs, raised its body, and spewed a cloud of slime from its foul-smelling mouth, landing accurately on the hard wall.

Not only spiders, but also ant demons are spitting a similar liquid, but there is a difference in color and viscosity. The slime had solidified in just a few seconds, and the Dark Warrior waiting at the base of the city wall sprang up, using his hands and feet together, using the dense bulges on the surface of the dried slime as a climbing point, and quickly climbed up the wall and rushed into the town.

"Stop them, you have to stop these damn dark creatures!"

A burly mercenary stood at the top of the wall, holding a machine gun and slamming the trigger. The two-hundred-round loaded chain was empty in an instant, and just as he was roaring to replace it, a dark warrior rushed over, wielding a sharp scimitar past the mercenary.