The Witcher Guild is not very efficient, as the organization is in the process of transitioning from a club to an important part of the Camp Maintenance Society, and many processes are still being refined and improved.

By the time Yang Ge came out of the Demon Hunters' Guild, the black plastic bag had been smoothly transformed into a small bag of gold coins...... Yes, in an era where piles of dollars can be pulled out of the garbage heap, paper money has once again been replaced by precious metal money.

It's getting dark, the temperature plummets, the sea breeze is cold, the street lights are no longer lit up half a year ago due to energy shortages, and the neon signs of red, green and green are in the gloomy camp, as far away as a rainbow on the horizon.

Yang Ge tightened the trench coat on his body, strode onto the Raptor and planned what he had to do before the next mission: "Holy water, ammunition, food, gasoline, and fuel must be replenished, well, Old Jack should also go and see it, he should have some new things in his hand, the baby should also be sent for maintenance, William's silver knife will be sent to be reforged if it is broken, and the sundries that he got back this time must be disposed of as soon as possible......"

After roughly planning the time, Yang Ge drove home.

The Scott family, who live in the center of the camp, live in a very luxurious townhouse...... Of course, the house may be the least valuable thing now, as long as you are not afraid of monster attacks, the luxurious hilltop villas and coastal villas are no problem every day.

When he got home, Yang Ge really didn't see the old Connor's Dongfeng iron armor in the garage, which made his mood a little heavier.

After parking the car, Yang Ge packed all the guns and knives in the car, put them in a travel bag and took them out of the garage.

Walking to the door, Yang Ge did not touch the key, but first reached out and touched the bottom of the doorknob, and after a second, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

He casually threw the travel bag to the side, pulled out the Colt revolver on his lap with his right hand, pressed the hammer to hide behind him, and reached for the key with his left hand to open the door.

They have a rule that whoever goes out on a mission when no one is at home will put a thin wire under the doorknob when locking the door.

He didn't touch the wire, which means that someone outside has opened the door!

The witchers have been fighting all kinds of ferocious and strange dark creatures for a long time, each of which is more or less neurotic, to use the technical terms of the Sunshine Age, that is, "post-war psychological syndrome" and "persecution paranoia".

Those with stronger mental quality will only trigger an overreaction when they encounter certain environments, such as instinctively pulling out a gun when they hear the sound of firecrackers and fireworks, and an instinctive over-the-shoulder fall on the shoulder when someone pats them from behind, like Scott and their family going out to clamp the wire, which also belongs to this symptom...... There have been many cases in the camp where thugs have entered the house of the witcher and detonated a thunderbolt that shattered his bones.

All the neighbors in the neighborhood knew that their Scott family of three were witchers, and Jango didn't believe that a neighbor would dare to step into their house without being invited by them.

And those thugs who were wandering the streets around them, who didn't know the names of their Scott brothers?

"Squeak", the door opened, and Yang Ge pretended to be casual and shouted, "William, are you back?", and stepped in.

At the moment when his whole body was submerged into darkness, a sudden gust of wind rushed in front of him, and Yang Ge didn't think about it, he lifted Colt and fired.

"Bang!"

The liquid that splashed on his face told him that he had shot something, but it was certainly not human, because the liquid that was splashed on his face was cold.

A flash of gunpowder light lit up the living room in an instant, and Yang Ge saw four or five figures rushing towards him around him.

He stepped back sharply, grabbed the micro rush that was slung across his waist with his left hand, and pulled the trigger at the same time towards the figure in his memory.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bumper Bumper ......"

Dense gunshots and the sound of broken furniture exploded in the living room, instantly obscuring all of Jango's perception.

Before he could retreat out the door, a monster suddenly pounced on him from behind, and the heavy force caused him to lunge forward.

What made him even more secretly say "Oh no" was that the monster on his back wrangled his arms, making him unable to shoot flexibly.

At the critical moment, Yang Ge decisively let go of Colt, and with his right hand, he twisted his arm back along the figure on his back, wiped it on his waist, pulled out the sterling silver wakicha katana, and stabbed it with his backhand!

"Ah......h

The monster behind him screamed loudly, and the clear human voice told Yang Ge the identity of these monsters: the shapeshifters, the group of shapeshifters who had infiltrated the camp the day before yesterday!

The monster on his back was in pain, and the hand that was holding his arms couldn't help but let go, and Yang Ge didn't have time to turn over, and the muzzle of the raised slightly rushing gun swept out a semicircle behind him.

"Puff puff ......"

In the dense sound of micro-rushing gunfire, Yang Ge clearly heard a few muffled sounds, and judged that he must have swept the monster that pounced on him and was ready to stack Arhats to catch him.

"Quick, there's a situation!"

"Uncle Connor, what's going on......"

"Kano, William, I'm Sam, I'm in, don't shoot......"

There was also a jumble of footsteps and shouts outside the house, and nearby neighbors rushed over when they heard the fierce gunfire from their house.

Yang Ge's tense nerves suddenly relaxed......

In the Sunshine Age, the United States was an open country where every family had guns, and now, every household has a small arsenal, and eleven or twelve-year-old children go out on the street with grenades on their waists!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of glass shattering came, and Yang Ge knew that it must be the shapeshifters in the house who had broken through the window and escaped.

The shapeshifter he had stabbed on his back tried to escape, but Yanggo's knife kept sticking to it, screaming and struggling a few times, and its movement slowly became smaller.

After a while, a group of people rushed in with flashlights and submachine guns.

Then everyone was shocked by the terrible situation in the living room.

Fragments of broken furniture, five humanoid corpses, and blue blood staining the living room......

"God, this is a battlefield!"

Yang Ge gasped and got up, glanced at the unconscious shapeshifter under his feet by the light of the flashlight, and smiled, "Hey, gentlemen, can anyone help me inform the police station." ”

......

There is still a police station in the San Francisco camp, and even more in size, equipment, and power than the San Francisco police in the sunshine era!

The origin of the Dark Ages is not only the dark creatures waiting to be fed in the wasteland, but also the chaos and evil within the human race...... More than killing, no monster has the specialty of human beings themselves.

Yang Ge came to the United States when he was 6 years old, and he still remembers that when he was very young, he heard four words from his grandfather, a stern old man who had been a veteran criminal policeman in Yuqing, China for more than 20 years: human nature is evil...... Fourteen years have passed, and his grandfather's appearance is already very vague, but these four words are regarded as life mottos.

Human nature is inherently evil, so justice either depends on law or force!

Red and blue sirens flashed outside Scott's house.

Mr. Yang sat on the lawn with a cup of hot coffee and watched as the police carried out body after body from his home.

Because it was a shapeshifter who died, the procedure was very simple, and after he showed his witcher credentials, no one even came to ask him about the process.

The police came over and it was more like they were here to help Scott's house wash the floor.

A young white policeman walked out of the living room and walked up to Jango with a look of amazement, "Arnold." ”

Yang Ge saw him and smiled: "Hey, York, I'm sorry, I'm disturbing your wonderful nightlife again." ”

York didn't care about this, and patted Yang Ge on the shoulder and sat down next to him, "You're getting better and better, you can kill 5 shapeshifters in the dark without relying on any night vision equipment, and you're about to be promoted to an official witcher, right?"

"The one who was seriously injured also died?"

York looked at him in surprise, "Could it be that you're still going to let him live?"

Yang Ge took a small sip of coffee, his eyes were a little cruel, "I still need him to live a little longer." ”

York shook his head pityingly, "Unfortunate little pity, the camp is so big, why did you choose a house of the Demon Hunter family as your lair...... I'll leave that little poor little one to you, and I'll deal with it when it's over!"

Yang Ge looked at York's distant back, chuckled and said to himself, "Is it a coincidence? I don't think so......"