"Go, Oliver, get out of here. I don't want to do more innocent killings."

Brett forced himself to hold back the tear-like pain that had been lingering in his body before, his face was ferocious and slightly twisted. He forced himself to hold back the sleepiness that was inexplicably attacked with a slightly confused look. He stepped forward and grabbed Oliver's relatively thin arm with his wide, frozen blood-stained palm.

"Don't talk for now." Oliver's voice was almost inaudible, and he pressed his index finger against his lips and made a "stop voice" action.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the "White Bear Card" pistol that had just been thrown under the table in a hurry, pulled the trigger, and aimed at the rotating roulette position of the "record" of the "record".

bump!

bump!

Two bullets made of silver penetrated the roulette, punching a large hole in the recorder with black smoke.

With just one blow, the recorder stopped running. After making a "crackling" sound similar to the blast of firecrackers, it completely lost all its functions and turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron.

"We can talk now, but we can't leave yet. The 'little wolf' will definitely go to Wolfksky to report it. If we don't execute it or hesitate, we may be very passive." Oliver analyzed.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the trigger again and aimed at the "little wolf" who was crying while holding the "haired wolf" who was still twitching.

"I'm sorry, 'little wolf', you must die. We must explore the great gods, contact the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan' who can make equipment and release powerful power. And I also want to break through the pain and enter a higher psychedelic realm that can contact the first order gods. You blocked my way, I just saw clearly, you want to kill me, and you did the two attacks on my chest just now. If I hadn't prepared in advance and placed a metal pad, I would have to be killed by you." Oliver whispered in a low voice.

At this moment, Brett found that Oliver's hair seemed to be more brightly red than before.

Moreover, his eyes also changed from a slight red color that had just turned red, which looked like a bat or a blood clan.

And in the slightly dim and factory-shaped empty space, it emitted a faint red light, like the "Yongguang" brand flashlight.

But what it emits is not incandescent or dim light, but red as if it has weakened several times.

"Bah, damn lost, you are our eternal enemy. Even if my master and I die in your hands now, the Empire will annihilate all the lost people in the territory in the battle of "Silent Arrival". What you do now will provide a basis for the post-war judgment. Since you live in this tragic world and a tragic country, I will accept everything that belongs to me."

After sobbing a few times, the "Little Wolf"'s answer was so calm.

Because after Brett had almost exhausted all his strength in his body, the "Fur Wolf" struggled several times after a boxing battle. In just a few seconds, as the last little dark green and sticky liquid flowed out of his head, he completely stopped struggling after a green light shining in his eyes.

Those green viscous liquids are the aura of life that belongs to the human category.

Originally, human death would not cause the spillover of life spiritual energy, because most empires [warriors] do not have magic power, and they will deliberately avoid contact with magic power during daily tasks.

But the "Furry Wolf" seemed to have been in contact with a lot of magic powers, even extraordinary people and extraordinary powers, and perhaps orderly monsters, so his magic power mixed with blood, mixed with the liquid in his head, and turned into a dark green and sticky existence.

But at least, Oliver knew very well in his heart that the "Little Wolf" who had just tempted him to reveal his true face through food and "Dream Heart" and almost fell into the wrong way must be a psychic with magic power. At least in the second era, he could barely be considered a magician.

Even at the extreme point, the "little wolf" may be an immature [tempter] who can create hallucinations and control the spirit to achieve manipulation and misleading behavior of a single entity.

Or by affecting the cognition of the surrounding environment and creating false perceptions in vision, hearing and taste, we can deceive the affected person's senses and achieve the above behavior.

Hearing the "little wolf"'s passionate speech, Oliver actually felt a sense of admiration in his heart, and he made the above guess in a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly lowered the muzzle of the "White Bear" pistol, and did not aim at the head of the "Little Wolf", but the junction of the abdomen and crotch. He asked in a low, hoarse voice:

"Do you have a career? Or do you admit that you are the loser? If you admit that, I can let you go as a fellow countryman, but you need to have a good sleep on the cold ground. I am not a bloody monster. I have been lurking in the Imperial Army for so many years, and I also have my own moral requirements."

"Impossible." "Little Wolf" shook his head like a rattle, refusing:

"I am not a lost person, and I will not admit that I am a psychic. Since I cannot execute you here and those team members and elder brothers are patrolling outside, I will accept my destiny.

It’s just a pity that my elder brother was very angry when he heard your conversation. After ordering us, he saw that the walkie-talkie was broken and he couldn’t continue to eavesdrop. After two minutes, he fainted in anger. Otherwise, you would have been executed long ago and it was impossible for you to stand here to coerce me.

I know that as long as I acknowledge the identity of the Lost, this will soon be known to other humans, and the blood in my body will begin to develop in the direction I would rather not want to. In that way, I will definitely become a true Lost, bloody, dirty, plunder and killing monster. Yes, monsters, you are a group of damn monsters, destined to fall under the guns. And you, Brett, you will be executed by your superior Socra Committee with your own hands."

"Are you cursing us?" Oliver asked contemptuously.

He glanced at Bret, who was slowly recovering his strength, and looked at the "Fur Wolf" who had already died with a wicked smile. After struggling for two seconds, he moved the muzzle of the "White Bear Card" pistol up again, exerting the final pressure on the "Little Wolf" through the black dust part exposed in the camouflage.

But the "little wolf" in front of him actually raised his head slightly and looked at Oliver with contemptuous eyes, looking generous.

He was not afraid of death, or he had learned to bear it in just one or two minutes.

"He curses us, then I'll send him on my way first. Brett..." Oliver shouted.

"What's wrong? Take action." Bret urged.

He did not have much affection for these "remnant hunters" who were away from the empire and did some plunder and kidnapping.

Even though the appearance of "Little Wolf" is his favorite boy with a young voice, a thin figure and a childish look.

"I want to say that your mechanic tank is behind the broken garage of the abandoned outpost on the right after waiting to go out. The Socra Commission specifically emphasizes that the items you carry are also in the negotiations, so they have not detained any of your items, nor have they destroyed them.

The teenager Mi You who you want to rescue is next to the "captive room" of the lost and the unintentional people. Kill the two near the door and then the two who were secretly whistled. It will take almost half an hour to wait for Wolfksky to wake up, and they don't have time to react." Oliver quickly arranged based on the arrangement information of the abandoned outpost he knew.

After waiting for Breitte's head to know, a terrifying beast that looked like a tiger caught a little white rabbit and pulled the trigger.

"bump!"

The thunder-like explosion sound, as if its power was reduced, came out of the barrel, and the bullet rushed straight to the forehead of the "little wolf" with a little shining Mars.

But it did not travel through, but stayed in the center of its head and exploded instantly.

The splashing red "dye" was ruthlessly scattered on the "Fur Wolf" who had lost his vitality, stained with his military-green clothes without any modifications, and the beard on the chin, which made Oliver feel a strange "wonderful" feeling.

But in Brett's view, the "little wolf"'s head bloomed with a beautiful, elegant, gorgeous, wonderful, and even fantastic "flower of the other side" that he had never seen before, making him unable to tell whether everything in front of him was "art" or "reality".

At this moment, Bret actually heard a low female voice whispering to him.

Immediately followed by the voice of the child, and finally the old man's helpless crying and roar.

At this moment, he thought he had returned to the collective dormitory provided by Sogra for the members of the formal guards, a house built for war, protected against shells, unintentional people and the lost.

In just one moment, Bret seemed to hear the sound of several members of the guards drinking gin and "singing" and "swearing" together after completing their missions; he heard the fat woman Reina walking downstairs on the street, complaining that her house in the slums had been rented to a poor boy in dialect; he also heard the bard walking downstairs and singing loudly, singing, dancing, and shouting an inspiring country music, which made people excited.

After a while, Oliver's stern shouts finally came into his ears:

"Wake up, Brett, wake up."

"Ah? Ah?" Bret shouted in confusion.

In an instant, all the strange noises around him were instantly small, and he returned to the quiet and empty room with dusty smell.

"What's wrong with me? How long has it been?" Bret asked, slapped his head.

"It's been more than ten seconds, and it must be influenced by this kid. I guess right. He is the tempter, and he may not necessarily know his identity. Maybe it was the 'wolf', or maybe it was Wolfksky who deceived him and made him always believe that he is a human with magic power." Oliver explained.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward, pulled away the "little wolf" who was sitting and crawling with blood on his upper body. In the atmosphere rendered by bright red, he forced himself to endure the restlessness of blood in his heart, and groped to pick up the square "dream heart" with a dark purple appearance.

Oliver carefully held it in his hand and weighed it a few times. After shaking his head slightly, he surged the magic power of the flames all over his body, poured it into his right hand, holding the "heart of the dream" in his palm, and pinching it hard.

Bang!

A subtle sound of shattering came out, and the "Dream Heart" instantly turned into a pool of powder, which was casually sprinkled by Oliver on the ground that was also covered with powdery dust.

"Why destroy it?" Bret asked in confusion.

"It is not necessary for something to harm people to exist." Oliver did not answer directly, but continued to search the body of the "little wolf".

A few seconds later, he showed a satisfied smile, broke open the "Little Wolf" hand, held the "Wolf Rain Card" pistol in his hand, and gave Brett a wink, throwing the "White Bear Card" pistol in his hand to Brett.

"You are strong and huge, and this gun is perfect for you. The characteristic of this 'Wolf Rain Card' pistol is that it has small bullets, large magazine capacity, and requires the infusion of magic power to exert its true power. The magic power in my half body is flame, so it will be greatly enhanced in terms of power. Let's go, Brother Brett, I have completely betrayed the 'Site Hunter' led by the 'Lonely Wolf' and can only take you to save Miyou."

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After walking quickly along the edge of an empty factory-like room for more than ten seconds, Brett did not go out of the iron gate under Oliver's guidance, but slipped out of the dilapidated metal door covered with iron nails on the side.

After walking out of the room, they first looked around carefully and observed the "Site Hunter" who was sitting near the door of the room, wearing simple armor and equipment on two stone benches near a barren lawn.

At Oliver's instructions, Brett and he groped slowly along the edge of the broken cement road leading to the abandoned garage.

They walked around two tall and tall poplar trees, and one abandoned one, with a messy iron wire wall above them, and quietly walked behind them.

Stepping on the soft lawn mud, Oliver rushed forward quickly when he was less than ten meters away from the two, and Brett also rushed forward in a short time, relying on the brief explosive power provided by adrenaline.

Bang!

In the midst of lightning, Oliver quickly killed the "Site Hunter" on the right with the "Wolf Rain Card" pistol. He did not care about observing the confused and incredible despair expression after the "Site Hunter" was attacked.

He heard a cracking sound of a broken bone.

Turning his head, Brett wrapped his arms around the neck of the "Site Hunter" on the left with a thick, almost half-sized arm that looked like a tree trunk, and twisted it hard again.

The "site hunter" let out a suffocating low growl, and a blood flowed from the corner of his mouth at the same time.

Then, Bret glanced at Oliver with smugness, preparing to leave the scene quickly and head to the garage of the mechanical chariot.

But suddenly, he felt a violent pain in his heart position, as if it was a broken knife.
Chapter completed!