The city was built on a plain surrounded by endless mountain ranges.

The east, west, and south sides are a series of undulating ancient mountains covered with dense vegetation, and craftsmen have built a basic model of the city from the abundance of logs and stones produced from the mountains. Then it is meticulously polished to build a unique house.

The war that swept the nations is long over, but the towering stone walls still defend the unbombarded city, and the veins mined in the mountains continue to infuse the city with strength.

To the north, there is a vast plain as far as the eye can see. The vast fields are filled with the vigorous swaying of crops of all kinds in the wind, and the strong wind blowing down from the mountains drives the huge fan blades of the windmills. The springs that gush from the ground and the rivers that flow down from the mountains work together to nourish the creatures of the earth.

The rivers and cobweb-like roads connect this wealthy and safe city to other places, and the convenience of transportation and the prosperity of the city attract a variety of people and things, and the number of people living here is increasing day by day, and the size of the city is also expanding.

This is Cutrice City, a bustling city.

In the morning, before dawn, people can already be seen busy on the streets of the city, and when the sun rises, there are more and more residents, vendors, artisans, and merchants who move between the city and the countryside. After nightfall, the crowd wandering the streets does not disperse until late.

The city never seemed to have fallen silent.

It is said that in this city, as long as you work hard and strive to achieve a better life, as long as you have the precious qualities of diligence, courage, creativity and determination, you will be able to guò your own continuous efforts and struggles, from penniless to prosperity.

In such a huge city, there is always no shortage of people, how many people have succeeded in the end, and how many people have been buried in the shadow of the city?

- Who knows, and who cares?

- As long as the one who falls in the dust is not himself.

It was the height of summer, and the scorching sun baked the Nether with an irresistible heat almost all day long, making people dizzy. Today is another obnoxious sunny day, and the temperature has been high since the morning. Even the wind blowing down from the mountains seemed to be full of hot and dry breath.

The inhabitants of Catrice are accustomed to this climate, and although they may complain about the bad weather, they still live in the hot daylight. The street-side shops and pedestrian fairs are all packed with busy consumers and merchants.

Today is perhaps the hottest day since the beginning of summer.

At noon, the blazing sun shone on the earth, and it seemed to be frozen, without a trace of wind. The steaming heat distorted the air, as if it could only be seen in a sea of sand, and people sought refuge in the shade for a moment of rest.

"Outflank them from there, don't give them a chance to escape!"

It was at noon when everything was retreating from the scorching sun, but a group of people with different equipment were acting abnormally in this scorching sun. They were divided into several teams, led by their respective leaders, to move in an orderly manner in this warehouse street where various goods were piled up.

"Understand, you guys should hurry up, don't let them run away!"

After receiving the command, a middle-aged man in a leather vest left a sentence and led several companions of similar age through one fork in the road into another. The young men were all armed with weapons, ranging from well-maintained two-handed axes to old mechanics, and they looked a little disorganized.

They are mercenaries, laborers who sell their "power" in exchange for the necessities of life.

Since the end of the Great War that swept the world, countries have produced a large number of people with no special skills other than wielding weapons in their hands, and most of them can only end up in the "mercenary" business to make ends meet. But in this era, except for a few uncivilized areas that are still engaged in barbaric wars, there is no place for them to show their strength, and the "mercenaries" who have achieved nothing can only end up living all over the world.

Think about what would happen if a group of people with weapons and skills ran into society if they were not managed and restricted in a unified manner? In order to strengthen the management of these guys who wield guns and wielded sticks, various countries have set up "mercenary management offices" to solve various problems related to them

In fact, the profession of "mercenary" is not actually a profession, at best it is a freelancer, and at worst it is a jobless vagrant who eats with his fists. Their jobs are varied - from rescuing lost kittens to escorting caravans, from mushroom picking to crusading monsters... It's all about everything.

Although there are some people who look down on these mercenaries who "do everything", they have to admit that their existence is also an indispensable part of the city. For example, their current action is to accept a formal commission as an intermediary through the Guò Management Office to carry out the "work".

"Damn, is this their masterpiece?"

As they crossed the passage and turned back to the back alley, the tragic state of the street immediately came into the eyes of the middle-aged man in the lead, who had already been brutally destroyed before they arrived, and scattered all kinds of fragmented waste everywhere. The already narrow back alleys are almost impassable due to the blockage of the pile.

It's definitely too late to go back now, and if you can't move forward from here to contain the target, there's a good chance that the target will find a chance to slip away. On the other hand, the road in front of me is largely blocked by obstacles, but it is not impossible to move on.

As soon as I thought of this, the middle-aged man already felt that the course of action was not decreasing, but increasing. The two-handed long axe that had been carried behind him before was also held tightly in his hand at this time. In a moment, he was already approaching the debris piled up in the road, and the next moment, the two-handed axe he held tightly in his hand turned into a force of destruction with the force of the rush, blowing away all the piles that stood in front of him.

The middle-aged man in the lead did not stop after clearing the obstacles, and immediately rushed from the back alley to the predetermined location. His companions followed, snatching their weapons in their hands, and in a menacing attempt to get justice from the culprits who had toiled them in the heat.

"Goo-go.......o-go

Just as they were about to rush to the fork in the road connecting the main passageway, a high-pitched and strangely toned howl suddenly sounded not far away. The voice was not new to them - because it was the roar of the "goal" they were so hard to seek.

Then came the clashing of weapons and the sound of the wind breaking as the mechanics fired—no doubt that the pursuers had engaged their targets in the time they had been circling around. Listen to the voice, the war between the two sides should be in a stalemate.

It's time to get up to speed!

The middle-aged man in the lead rushed out of the fork in the road, and the situation that appeared in front of him was not much different from what he had expected—the "target" of this mission was wielding his six sharp claws and fighting another group of mercenaries. Despite the mercenaries' constant attacks on the beast, its furry, massive two-and-a-half-adult-tall body was barely harmed.

The biological name of this giant ape, Cave Kong, is a "monster" of the beast species - immensely powerful and intelligent. They usually live in caves in the rocky deserts near the equator, and are extremely brutal, tearing apart other creatures that set foot in their sphere of influence without mercy.

Originally, it was impossible for this monster to appear in Catrice, and as for why it appeared here and was hunted by their own side, the mercenaries did not know. The task they received was just "there is a high-intensity monster on Warehouse Street, go and shop it, live or die".

The mercenaries who participate in this mission are at least at the "iron" level, which is the evaluation given by the mercenary management office to mercenaries who have made a lot of contributions. Mercenaries of this level are undoubtedly experts in combat and have experience in dealing with a variety of enemies. However, Grotto King Kong was able to fight with a dozen or so "iron" level mercenaries without falling behind at all, and its strength was far from that of a "monster" in the ordinary sense.

Seeing that the situation on the field was tilting to the side that was unfavorable to his side, the middle-aged man immediately raised his weapon and joined the battle. The two-handed axe tore through the air and slammed into the cave Kong's seemingly defenseless back. This was followed by scattered bombardment by the team members with ranged weapons.

Qiang - Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!

The blow that was able to blow the obstacle blocking the road into the cave King Kong's back covered with thick bristles slashed hard, and the middle-aged man was surprised to see that only a few hairs were missing from the place where he slashed, and it did not hurt the actual place. The team's shot also hit the huge body, and then there was a sound like a knock on an iron door. The fur of the cave King Kong is unexpectedly hard, and it is difficult for others to deal an effective blow to it.

"Gollum!"

Grotto King Kong was in pain, and with a roar of rage, he waved his sharp claws and fanned the middle-aged man behind him, its seemingly sluggish huge body was surprisingly agile in its movements. The middle-aged man wanted to dodge when he saw that the situation was not good, but he was shocked that it was too late, and the sharp claws of the cave King Kong came with the wind, and he was about to tear him apart immediately.

Bite!

At the moment, a figure suddenly jumped from the outside of the claw. With a crisp sound, the claws of the cave King Kong were actually shifted in the wrong direction along the direction of its force, only to slap the middle-aged man aside, but its body fell because of the discordant force imbalance.

"It's now! Everyone with the mechanic's gun, shoot it in the eye! The melee team attacks with its limbs and restricts its movements!"

Seeing the middle-aged man out of danger, the average manager also breathed a sigh of relief. But he didn't have time to care about the safety of the middle-aged man, but looked at the target who fell to the ground and gave the order to attack. In an instant, saturated fire immediately covered the weakness exposed by the cave King Kong.

It's just that a magic bullet can't cause lethal damage to the huge Cave King Kong. However, under the continuous bombardment of dozens or hundreds, the cave King Kong, who was still fighting the mercenary team before and was not tired, could only become a corpse that had lost its vitality in the end.

Seeing that the breath of the "target" was gradually cut off, the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, this job is not easy, but the high risk brings high rewards after all. The acquaintances were more or less slightly injured, but they did not reach the life-threatening stage, which made them feel a lot more relieved.

The work of a mercenary is actually not easy to do.

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