"Damn!" Sparker said angrily as he looked at Aragorn who had disappeared into the night, "to do such a thing!"

"My lord, I don't think so!" Just as Sparky was scolding, a patrol soldier next to him said angrily, "Lord Aragon, you're protecting us!"

"Protect, is cutting off your heads protecting you?" said Spark, surprised.

"You've never seen anyone who has been scratched by a monster!" the soldier sighed, "If I get scratched, I'll definitely kill myself, don't bother Lord Yaragon!"

"But why?" Spark, looking at the resolute soldier in front of him, wondered, "Can't you think of another way?"

"No, all those who have become crazy are no! they are no longer human at all, and all human beings have become lambs to the slaughter in their eyes, and even dear friends!" The soldier said with a dejected face: "My best brother died by the sword of his comrades!"

"This" Sparker wanted to step forward to comfort a few words, but he was stunned and couldn't think of good words, so he had to say goodbye without words, leaving only a soldier who had lost his comrades in the dark night, and the cold wind blew through a depression The next day, with mixed feelings, Sparker and the others followed Arragon to the forefront of Northmar's defense. The street was already deserted, and from time to time a terrible scream could be heard from a corner.

"It's good to go in from here," Aragorn said coldly, "Your so-called infiltration doesn't need the protection of the night at all, because the people inside have mutated, and there is no difference between day and night for them, it's just that the time of killing is different!"

"In that case, let's sneak in openly!" the goshawk smiled freely, and when he walked out of the army's defensive position first, Sparker and the others naturally followed. After walking a few alleys, I saw a black shadow flash from an alley and rush towards everyone, and when everyone saw clearly, this person had already roared and swung a dagger to kill the goshawk.

"Dang!", I saw the goshawk raise his revolver to block the deadly dagger with the barrel of the gun, and then kicked out, "Roaming Technique: Instant Kick!" The man who was kicked flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

It was only at this time that everyone had a chance to see the appearance of the person in front of them, and they saw that the person who was struggling to get up on the ground was already unrecognizable. Dressed as a bandit, his face was full of hideousness as he held a dagger. Saliva comes out of the mouth, it's scary.

"Oh, is that what the enemy looks like?" then," the goshawk turned to Spark, shouting, "Spark, come and kill him!"

"But," Sparker swayed, "he's just crazy, not yet," he said, coming to the goshawk and looking at the mad bandit who had fallen to the ground.

"I said let you kill him!" the goshawk repeated again.

"But" Sparker turned his head to look at the goshawk, only to see that the goshawk at this time had changed his usual playful appearance, and was looking at himself with a serious face, and the goshawk had experienced these days, Sparker understood that the goshawk would not be angry at any gag on weekdays, but once the goshawk showed a serious expression, no matter who it was, it couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, that expression represented that the goshawk attached great importance to it, and the person who resisted the order he valued would definitely be beaten miserably in the next second.

Helplessly, Sparker had no choice but to take out the Colt python and point it at the crazy bandit, and the hand on the trigger began to tremble, "Anyway, this is a living human life!

"Roar!" Just as Sparker hesitated, the crazy bandit suddenly roared and swung out a dagger and stabbed Spark, saying that it was too late, and then it was too late, only to hear the sound of "bang!", a black hole suddenly appeared on the crazy bandit's head, blood spurted out, and looked at the dead bandit in amazement, Sparker turned his head to look at the goshawk, only to see a trace of green smoke coming out of the goshawk's revolver barrel. The goshawk who put away the revolver said coldly: "Woman's benevolence!" said that, ignoring Spark, he walked straight forward.

"Little Spark, it seems that you haven't understood the meaning of killing!" Albert caught up with Spark, "and you'll be killed!"

"What?" Sparker muttered, "What's the point of killing?

"It's right to value life," Albert said, looking at the back of the goshawk in front of him, "But can we really give up our lives for the sake of people who don't matter to us living in this world?"

"But but!" Sparker was about to argue, but found that Bethania had come to his side, and shook his head lightly to himself, "No, but the kindness of a woman may not even have me! Spark, I ask you, whose life is important, friend or enemy?"

"Of course it's a partner!" said Spark, a little ridiculously.

"So. What if a monster were going to kill your partner? You'd kill that monster, wouldn't you?" Besania continued.

"Of course!" Sparker still made sense.

"So, aren't monsters life?" Besania said aggressively, "Is it just because they are not human beings that they can kill and abuse at will?"

"I" Sparker was speechless.

"So, replace the monster with the crazy bandit who died just now, they are all people who want to hurt your partner, should you treat it like a monster?" Seeing that Sparky stopped talking, Bessania shook his head and said, "You still don't understand, maybe one day after you lose your important partner because of this, you will really understand!"

"Uncle, have we done a little too much?" asked Besania, who had caught up.

"Hey, I'm helpless!" Goshawk changed his indifferent appearance just now, and sighed, "After all, I can't follow him for a lifetime, from the last experience in Dark City, I have already discovered this problem of Spark." I was in a hurry to pull out the seedlings!"

"Silly boy, let's catch up with them!" Albert patted Spark, who was stunned, and said, "If you don't catch up, you won't be able to see anyone!"

"Albert, may I ask you a question?" muttered Spark.

"Say, do you want a three-dimensional cutie or a pickled girl*?" Albert laughed.

"Can you keep your hands covered in blood to survive?" Sparky said, struggling.

"Well!" Albert scratched his head, "Let me ask you first, what is your dream?"

"Of course, to become the pinnacle of legends, to become the god of guns!" Sparker said with a firm expression.

"Then, I'll tell you!" said the surprisingly serious Albert, "All the peak-level beings I know, their hands have already been dyed red."

"Why?" Sparker wondered.

"Why?" Albert said with a wry smile, "If you want to become stronger, you must go through a killing path!

"Stronger, the path to kill?" Sparker pulled out the Colt python with a wry smile on his face, and then broke free of Albert's drag and ran towards another path.

"Hey, you're on the wrong side!" Albert was thrown out of the way, and hurriedly reminded, "You can't be a road idiot, goshawks are on that road." Albert, who was about to get up and chase after him, heard Spark's voice coming: "Let me walk here alone! I want to see how to go on the road of killing!" Then Sparker turned around and disappeared into the alley.

"Oh, understood?" Albert stopped and nodded, "It's still very perceptive!

(I'm sorry.,I went out for a drink at noon.,It's only now that it's been updated.,The four chapters that are said to be good today won't be less.,There are two more chapters to be updated at night!Roar!)