Night City.

Street lamps stand in the clean and tidy neighborhoods, stone bricks of uniform specifications pave the wide and smooth roads, and detached mansions are scattered around the neighborhoods.

It was an aristocratic area where the intellectual aristocracy lived, perhaps to distinguish themselves from the untouchables, or to assert their status, by paving the roads of fine stone bricks, by employing full-time cleaners to clean the streets, and even by the wood-resistant trees of varying heights, as well as some gardening greenery.

Whether it is the sanitary environment or the living environment, the aristocratic district is much better than the slum area.

A wriggling shadow jumped in the darkness that the street lamp could not illuminate, and soon disappeared into one of the detached mansions, and swooped all the way down the shadows into the aristocratic study.

Sir Connaught was sitting at his desk studying a book, the lamp on the table gave off a soft orange warm light, he was keenly aware of the movement of the room, and when he looked up, he saw the first hunter emerging from the shadows, and his face suddenly appeared to rise from his chair, and bowed his head to his chest and saluted: Good night, honorable and great First Hunter, you are the star of the night, the hunter of the hunters, the guardian of the Night City, the true best of the best. You showed the way forward for Night City in times of chaos and darkness, and it was your struggle and sacrifice with the sages that made it what it is today, and I salute you

The first hunter frowned wildly when he listened, he knew very well that this passage in the other party's mouth was a praise written in the textbook of Night City, but in his ears, it felt like the chairman of the board of directors Lao Wang was scolding him around the corner, Rao is a person like him who has lived for hundreds of years and is accustomed to seeing people and the world, and in the face of this suspicion of scolding Huai, the irony that means something is also a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly interrupted him: Okay, let's stop here. I don't really like this kind of etiquette of your nobles.

Follow his instructions. Sir Connaught bowed slightly, and then immediately cut to the chase, you have come at the right time, and the Axis Regiment is about to make a big move.

The situation has changed again?.

That's what I just heard. Sir Connaught nodded, and the untouchable workers of the Axis Regiment suddenly rioted, forming a mob group to revolt in the city.

The First Hunter frowned: Mob rebellion?

Yes, Sir Connaught's face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water, and several waves of mobs had already been organized in the city and began to burn and loot in the city, and now the vigilantes had rushed to the scene and were trying to control the situation.

As he spoke, he subconsciously raised his head, only to find that the First Hunter was staring at him murderously.

Who is the first hunter? In the old world era, the fierce people who fought with strange transcendent creatures on the dark side of the world, after the end came, they took the surviving humans to dance in the demons, and the apocalypse of the insect swarm was rampant, and it can be said that his hands were stained with blood.

This stare alone has a breathtaking momentum.

It's like a demon who came out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Sir Connaught only felt that his next words were stuck in his throat, and it was difficult to say even a syllable, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

Soon, the huge pressure and suffocation quietly dissipated, and the first hunter seemed to realize that his state was not right, and restrained the terrifying aura he released.

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