"Are there any new wilderness wanderers out there coming in?"
Hank asked softly while eating the chicken drumstick, with his back to the man who entered the door.
"One or two groups came in, but they were all taken away by other hunting teams,"
The man wearing various jewelry quickly took off his jewelry and carefully put it into the small box next to him. He held a cigarette and said softly, "We were a step too late when we went.
But Boss Hank, the Lone Ranger York, brought news. It is said that a man and a woman, who seem to be relatively high-status among the wilderness wanderers, have entered the city and look very rich."
"York, isn't that kid very crazy?" The strong man Hank tore off the last piece of meat from the chicken leg, "Don't you always claim that you can get along alone?"
"It's not like you don't know him. Whenever he meets someone weaker than him, he becomes extremely arrogant. When he encounters someone stronger than him, he puts his face on his face. Usually he can only hold a Gauss gun and bully those who don't have advanced weapons from a distance.
A single wilderness wanderer.
That is to say, he was lucky and did not meet the kind of organized and equipped wilderness wanderer family or wilderness wanderer camp, otherwise he would have died long ago, and life has been difficult for everyone recently,"
The man smacked his lips, "There are fewer people buying furs. The companies that originally collected furs from him no longer collect furs on a large scale. He can only come to us to see if he can hug our thighs and beg for food."
"
He moved quickly, taking off all the jewelry in three strokes, and put it into the box bit by bit, without making any sound during the whole process.
"We don't have that many sales channels for him, but we can attract him to do new business,"
Hank sucked the chicken leg bone in his hand, sucking every bit of meat clean. At this time, the smoking man behind him who had just entered the door finally put the last piece of jewelry into the small box.
Just when the man smoking the cigarette breathed a long sigh of relief, Hank at the dining table suddenly put down the bone in his hand and said softly,
"I told you last time that if you secretly wear my jewelry again, what kind of punishment will you get?"
The man smoking froze up and bit the filter of his cigarette for a moment.
The whole room fell into silence for a moment, and a depressing feeling gradually enveloped the smoking man.
After a while, he trembled and said hoarsely, as if his throat was being strangled, "Chop off your fingers."
"Louder, I can't hear you."
Hank asked calmly, as if he really couldn't hear him.
"Chop..." The smoking man tightened his muscles, trembled all over and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Chop your fingers!"
The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, and the burning cigarette butt hit the floor, scattering fire like a meteor.
These flames shuttled through the air, extinguishing one after another.
In the end, only a faint flame on the cigarette end was left, panting feebly, and could be annihilated at any time.
Buzz——
It was the sharp sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air.
A delicate dagger was pulled out from under the table, turned into a knife in Hank's hand, and then inserted into the wooden tabletop with a 'click' sound.
"Are you going to do it yourself, or should I help you?"
The man looked at the dagger nervously, his Adam's apple surged, and he swallowed. His body seemed to be frozen and stopped in place.
He didn't move forward, and he didn't dare to retreat.
Silence enveloped the entire room again.
Until Hank's hand reached for the dagger stuck on the table.
Bang bang bang——
At this moment, a clear knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting the oppressive silence in the house.
Everyone in the room looked at each other with doubtful expressions.
Hank, who was sitting in the main seat, lowered his voice and said, "Who?"
"A passing wilderness wanderer."
A hoarse reply came from outside the door.
This answer stunned everyone in the room, and the weak people locked in the corner also looked a little confused.
These people outside are obviously trying to catch the wilderness wanderers.
Why is there another one delivered to your door?
Hank, who was sitting in the main seat, was also a little dazed. He stood up slowly, turned around, looked in the direction of the door, and then motioned with his eyes to the man who had just entered to open the door.
The man hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over slowly under Hank's cold gaze and opened the door.
What caught their eyes was a man wearing a fur coat and a thin and majestic face.
The moment Hank saw this man, he immediately shouted, "Shoot, kill him!"
The boys around were stunned, but they still subconsciously picked up their guns and pointed them at the unexpected visitor outside the door.
But because the man who opened the door was blocking the door, they did not fire immediately.
Hank ordered without hesitation, "Shoot!"
Everyone's hands trembled and they immediately pulled the trigger.
At this time, He Ao, who was standing at the door, had already ducked aside.
He frowned slightly, wondering why this strong man had such a big reaction to his arrival.
However, in that startling glance just now, He Ao vaguely noticed that the strong man's features looked familiar, but neither his memory nor Ronal's memory had any impression of this man.
On the other side, although He Ao hid, the man who opened the door was not so good at it.
The whistling bullet penetrated the body of the man who opened the door in an instant. He turned around with difficulty, turned his head and looked at Hank with wide eyes. Finally, he vomited some blood in his mouth, fell backwards and fell to the ground, making no sound.
At this time, Hank looked at the empty door, and his eyes signaled the boy at the front with a gun to explore the way.
The younger brother glanced at Hank and cautiously approached the door. As soon as he leaned against the door frame, he saw He Ao diagonally opposite. He immediately raised his gun and said, "Go to hell, you bastard!"
At this moment, the sharp blade pierced his body.
Immediately afterwards, other people in the room also fired subconsciously.
Explosive gunshots rang out in the room.
Click——
The room lights turned off in an instant.
The chaotic sound of gunshots, the muffled sound of a knife cutting into flesh, and the loud and chaotic sounds instantly echoed throughout the room.
"Don't panic, turn on the light, turn on the light."
At this moment, Hank's voice sounded. He slowly raised his hand, and his palm emitted a slight light that illuminated the entire room.
What caught his eyes were corpses lying on the ground.
Apart from him, the 'visitor', and the people locked in the iron bars, the only other person left alive in the whole room was a man who was completely frightened. He threw the gun aside and squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, shivering.
's younger brother.
Click——
A bright glow illuminated the room again.
Ho turned on the light.
Hank stared at He Ao and slowly raised his hand. His palm opened, revealing a deep muzzle in which shining laser cannons gathered.
He Ao raised the scimitar, flashed and disappeared from the spot.
He always felt that this Revenant Hunter boss who was suspected of being a mechanically modified man knew him. To be precise, he knew 'Ronald'.
And he probably had a grudge against Ronald, otherwise he wouldn't have immediately identified He Ao as an enemy and launched an attack as soon as they met.
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