Chapter Twenty-Six: Don't Fight Again

"You go on."

Chen Lun became interested.

"Generally, robbers like them, when they see a team that does not transport goods, basically do not dwell too much and are thankless......

But just now this group of people was very tough, saying that they must search the carriage to see who is sitting inside. ”

Then Walsh leaned over and whispered:

"In fact, in a metropolis like Amber City, there are often noble ladies and ladies who disappear and are auctioned off on the black market or other small circles......

Even if it's not a woman, some handsome teenagers are popular. ”

When Walsh said this, he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly added:

"Lord Jack is as personable as the stars, and Miss Floy is even more beautiful, more dazzling than the moonlight......

I'm afraid this disgusting bunch of guys will have bad intentions. ”

Chen Lun raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect Walsh to be such a person!

I really can't speak!

It's embarrassing to be honest. Although I am thin-skinned, you can say a little more about exercising my glass heart.

"Big cities are really messy...... Anyway, don't those good-looking or elderly men be taken away? This group of robbers is not engaged in discrimination! ”

Chen Lun was indignant.

"Well, no, if it looks like they have money and status, they will directly kidnap and ransom."

Walsh explained.

Chen Lun couldn't help but shake his head, these years as a robber all look at the food and eat, and if there is no backer behind him, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold back.

At this moment, the situation that had been thought to be a settled battle suddenly changed.

I saw that the bandit leader of the other party took out two iron gloves and put them on himself, and the knuckles were inlaid with sharp steel nails. The guy caught a slash from one of the guards with his bare hands, making a crisp sound, and then smashed his other hand into the guard's abdomen with a fist.

Boom!

At the moment when the iron glove and the armor collided, Chen Lun noticed that the small hole on the edge of the glove opened, and a stream of air erupted.

The guard screamed in pain and flew out.

Suddenly, everyone present was taken aback, why did this group of refugees-like robbers show their might? And what kind of black technology is that black iron glove? A punch can smash the armor into a dent and directly disable a guard!

After defeating his opponent, the bandit leader rushed to the next guard with an excited face.

The bandits, who were originally on the trend of rout, suddenly had a high morale, and the guards began to become timid, choosing to avoid this guy.

Just when the bandit leader thought that he could kill all directions, he suddenly heard an explosion-

Bang!!

The next second the pain hit.

Before he could drop his fist, he noticed a bloody hole in his left chest.

Take a few steps backwards and plop down.

Blood began to spread from beneath him.

[You killed the bandit boss and gained 10 XP]

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a slightly curly black-haired young man in a white shirt, trousers, and leather shoes standing straight in front of the carriage, holding a flintlock pistol pointed at this side, and smoke came out of the muzzle.

"Don't fight anymore."

Chen Lun played a gun trick, blew into the muzzle of the gun, and put the gun into his crotch...... Cover.

Thanks to the investigator brother of the shelter, he also enjoyed the pleasure of a second person.

As soon as the leader of the robbers died, and the deterrence of muskets, the bandits scattered. Under Walsh's shouting, the guards did not pursue, but turned their heads to look after the wounded.

At this moment, Chen Lun received a prompt.

[Trigger D-Rank Mission: The Poor Must Chase]

Description: You have been ambushed by bandits, but they have been routed in the face of your great strength, do you choose to pursue them when provoked?

This group of robbers blocked the road and robbed and kidnapped hostages, and there seems to be something earth-shattering behind it......

Rewards: 300 XP and 500 Bronze Crowe.

Chen Lun is used to the naughtiness of the prompt box, and in his previous life, when he first came into contact with "Mysterious Times", he was not less prompted.

At that time, there were still many players who cursed in the forums because of this.

One of the guys said that he received a task that obviously said that it involved a peerless trickery, but he worked hard to complete the task and got a [D-grade] coffee pot with automatic refill.

If that's the case, forget it, at least go out and keep drinking resources on hand.

Until one day, the guy poured a weird yellow-brown liquid out of the coffee pot......

And the price of this [Trickery] is that it must be drunk, and if you don't finish drinking, you will be forced to fall into a state of thirst, and all your attributes will be reduced by ten days.

THE DEBUFF OF 10 DAYS OF WEAKNESS MIGHT AS WELL KILL HIM. Forced to be helpless, the player had no choice but to bite the bullet.

If nothing else, this coffee pot is probably a bit hot.

The quest hint is indeed right, this pot is peerless. Not to mention, there were even many rich people who hunted for curiosity to buy it from him later, and things developed very magically.

Chen Lun originally didn't want to take on this task, and the reward was too overwhelming. But he woke up in time that he couldn't float just because he became rich.

You can never have too much experience and money!

Your own road to becoming stronger can never stop!

So after accepting the task, he asked Walsh and his party to stay where they were. By the way, help him put away the suspicious iron gloves, and take a good look at him when he returns.

He said hello to Floy and turned to chase the bandit in the direction he had left.

……

Chen Lun followed the bandit's footsteps all the way forward, leaving the avenue and entering the dense forest.

The place is rather gloomy, with very tall trees and lush branches and foliage blocking the sun.

The fallen leaves on the ground are thick and crunch when you step on them, and from time to time you can hear all kinds of strange sounds from all around.

Quack - Quack -

A crow streaked through the woods, dropping patches of black feathers.

I saw it fluttering its wings and slowly landing on Chen Lun's arm. The crow turned its head, looked at him with small spiritual eyes, and croaked a few times.

Chen Lun handed over a few beetles that he had caught on the road, and the crows took one bite at a time, and after swallowing them with their heads up, they croaked twice and flew away with their wings.

Chen Lun got the news he wanted and continued to move forward in one direction.

"There's a camp, there's a dozen of them......

After walking for about ten minutes, Chen Lun vaguely saw the firelight.

He slowed his pace, brushed aside a few bush leaves, and saw the scene in an open field ahead.

It was a bandit camp about the size of a small basketball court, with a large bonfire burning in the middle, roasting the thighs of wild beasts next to it, and a few men in dirty clothes boiling a pot of soup of unknown origin.

A few other men were sharpening their weapons, axes, sickles, daggers, kitchen knives, all sorts of messes.

In the corner, the stolen goods are piled up, and the boxes are neatly stacked. There are openings on it that seem to have been cut, revealing some metal ingots and ore coal.

Next to this pile of goods are several large iron cages, but inside are all men, all old and ugly.

"How is it different from what Walsh said?"

Chen Lun was a little puzzled, why did this group of robbers arrest these people, is there really such a heavy buyer?

A burly man was sitting on a stool with a golden sword, playing with the short sword in his hand. Next to them were the robbers who had just blocked the way, and they were standing dejectedly at this time, like schoolchildren who had been criticized for their exams.

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

The burly man scolded.

"Hyena, that bastard is even more of a piece of rubbish! Forget it if you mess up, and you lose the 'mad hands' distributed above! ”