Freckles didn't answer. He swung a knife to kill the rat with one hand, and held the other short knife across his side. The blade was like a bright mirror, reflecting Gordon behind him. If the other party made any changes, he would be able to detect it in time.
To be honest, he didn't like Gordon. He was a deep and ruthless man, and there was always an inexplicable shadow behind his gentle smile.
Although the five of them have a good relationship, he only recognizes Artest, Hong Mao and Tracy, and never wants to get close to Gordon. This is Freckles' intuition, just like a young wolf surviving alone in the cruel wilderness all year round, just hearing the wind
Distinguish the taste and you will be able to detect danger.
"Bang!" A big furry head suddenly penetrated the hole and hit the dagger hard.
The blade passed through the thick tawny-striped mane, pierced the hard skull, and sparks shot out, burning "sizzlingly".
The ferocious beast shook its head and roared in pain. Freckles staggered back. The violent impact made his fingers numb and bloodshot, and he almost lost his hand with the short knife.
This is a gray tin-level marsupial lion with huge cracked teeth and well-developed jaw muscles. Its wide open mouth almost blocks the entire cave entrance. It uses its front paws to pull at the rocks outside the cave, twists its thick neck, and tries its best to squeeze in.
Hole.
"Other ferocious beasts have also climbed up." Gordon heard the roars of the beasts outside one after another, resounding through the sky, like huge waves rolling towards the cliff. He looked at the exhausted Freckles, and really didn't understand why the other party was holding on.
, an undercover agent doesn’t even know how to assess the situation at the very least?
Freckles snorted, bowed forward, and thrust two short knives into the jaw of the marsupial lion. He immediately drew the knife and retreated sharply, bringing up a pool of blood from the tip of the knife. The marsupial lion roared in pain, raised its head wildly, and rushed in desperately.
cave.
The cave is very narrow, less than half a meter wide, and the walls have sharp edges and corners. The upper body of the marsupial lion can barely squeeze in, but its fat belly is stuck by the rock. It is in a dilemma and cannot move. It is so anxious that it kicks its hind legs desperately.
, kept yelling.
The entrance to the cave was blocked by a marsupial lion, and Freckles was finally able to breathe. He sat down on the ground, leaning against the rock wall, took out a few bottles of potion from his backpack, and drank them all in one gulp. "Gordon, give me the gem flower. You
You're right, if we can't stop it, we'll just throw this shit away." He said casually, taking out the hemostatic powder, applying it to the wound, and then wrapping it with a bandage.
"It doesn't matter, I'll get it. You still have to fight ferocious beasts, where can you spare your hands?" Gordon held the wooden box and smiled, Freckles' attitude changed too quickly. How could he possibly do it at this time?
Hand over the things that matter to your life.
The hand that applied the freckles trembled slightly: "My energy is almost exhausted. You can guard it for me later, and we can take turns to switch defenses, okay?"
Gordon replied calmly: "Of course, no problem, we are partners."
Before he finished speaking, Freckles suddenly jumped up and stretched out his hand towards him like lightning. His shoulder blades came off with a "click", and his arm suddenly expanded by an inch. In the blink of an eye, he stretched it out in front of Gordon, like a soft long snake heading towards the wooden box.
Gordon turned sideways, retracted his hands, moved the wooden box behind him, and thrust the ice chrysanthemum dagger into Freckles' palm. If he hadn't seen Freckles' joint skills before, he might have been succeeded by the opponent's sudden attack.
Freckles flipped his palm to avoid the dagger, and flicked his middle finger to Gordon's wrist, reacting quickly and flexibly.
Gordon's dagger trembled, creating ripples of cold light. Each cold light rotated at high speed, locking the movement of Freckles' fingers.
Freckles retracted his hand and stepped back, looking at Gordon unexpectedly. The two looked at each other, like sharp swords clashing silently. There was darkness all around, except for the angry eyes of the Thylacine, which were as big as bronze bells.
His face was mottled and uneven.
"Are you addicted to coca medicine and feeling irritable?" Gordon put the wooden box in his arms and asked nonchalantly, "Did you always carry coca medicine with you when you were hunting?"
Freckles was silent for a while, then took out a sealed tube of potion from his backpack. The potion was turbid and milky white, with many small colored particles suspended in it.
"This is coca medicine exclusively prepared by the Blood Prison Society, and it is not a mass product that flows into the black market." He shook the glass tube and said in a harsh voice, "Do you know what this means?"
Gordon nodded: "Skilled alchemists can mix seven kinds of coca and prepare special coca potions according to different proportions. In other words, you will always be controlled by the Blood Hell Society. Only the ones they refine
Only coca potion can satisfy your drug addiction. Unless you get the Blood Hell Society's unique formula, other coca potions won't work even if you buy them from the black market."
Freckles sneered: "You know a lot."
Gordon looked calm: "You know a lot of martial arts."
"Crack!" Freckles suddenly exerted force on his palm and crushed the glass tube. The glass shards were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and blood mixed with the medicine seeped out between his fingers. "This time, Hongmao, Artest, Tracy and I came out.
We have all made up our minds. If we can’t get rid of our drug addiction, we would rather die!”
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Gordon with sharp eyes, like a wounded and struggling lone wolf: "I've had enough! I don't want to live like this! Do you understand? I don't want to let myself be controlled anymore, nor do I want to let my partners
Being controlled! Either fight with your life or give up this life!"
The marsupial lion roared suddenly and shrilly, clawing desperately with its forelimbs, and its sharp claws pulled out traces on the rocks.
"I don't want to die." Gordon said.
"You're missing. Artest and Hongmao are looking for you everywhere. They regard you as a brother! But what about you? What have you done for them?" Freckles roared, his cheeks turned red, and a manic look flashed in his eyes.
Fierce light. This is a sign of coca drug addiction, and he is a little out of control.
Gordon looked at the freckles and walked up to the frantically struggling marsupial lion.
The sound of gnashing teeth came from outside the cave, which was dense and chilling. The marsupial lion screamed repeatedly, its big head tossed in pain, and blood slowly trickled in along its soft belly, staining the rock wall red.
Gordon could imagine that the hind half of the marsupial lion's body left outside the cave was being eaten by the beasts. It wouldn't be long before they were hit by the beast tide.
"Gem flower can only alleviate the addiction to coca medicine, but cannot cure it. The only way to truly relieve the addiction is to rely on your own perseverance. Sorry, I can't help you." Gordon touched the wooden box, ready to throw it away at any time.
Gem flowers emerge.
"Wait a minute!" Freckles stretched out his arm to grab it, then retracted his hand and hissed, "Your martial arts training follows the path of the technical school, right?"
"That's right." Gordon thought to himself, they only had a rough exchange, and Freckles saw through his ways, which showed that the other party had a comprehensive and profound martial arts inheritance.
"The Skills Sect has been wiped out long ago. It's hard to find their training books. You can't go down this road. Judging from your moves, you should have reached the limit of your skills, right? Do you know what the extreme is? You know
How many extremes will you encounter when practicing your skills? Do you want to know how to break through?" Freckles spoke faster and faster, the roar of the marsupial lion became weaker and weaker, and his head twitched involuntarily.