Chapter 25 Kill, First Blood, Abandoned Textile Factory
The bullock cart stopped by a tavern in the small town. Ren jumped out of the car and looked around.
Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are dilapidated, and the ground is dirty. Vegetable leaves, horse manure, rotten newspapers and other debris can be seen everywhere.
The asphalt road in the middle is already full of potholes, and there are very few passers-by, and they are all in a hurry.
"Hello, may I ask..."
After Leon got off the car, he approached an uncle and was about to ask something.
"ah!"
When the uncle saw a stranger coming up to him, he screamed in surprise, took a detour to avoid him without saying a word, and trotted away in a panic.
"..."
Leon scratched his head in embarrassment and muttered, "It feels a little wrong. I passed by here briefly three years ago. This town is quite prosperous."
This is Bok Town, a town with the textile and cotton industry as its pillars. The economy is in good shape and the original permanent population was 20,000.
"The wave period is a year of turmoil. Understand, except for villages and towns near big cities, other places will gradually weaken."
The old goat jumped off the bullock cart, took a look at the depressed town, and shook his head.
Ren's face remained normal as he walked towards a tavern on the roadside.
This world is very dangerous, especially during the wave period. The force floating in the air is very strong and active. Most of the sleeping demons will wake up, and the possibility of beasts mutating is also greatly increased.
In such an era, humans must stay together to stay warm, so the population distribution is usually very concentrated.
Around a big city like Merova, the main city, acropolis, small towns and villages are connected together, radiating outward in a ring, prosperous and boiling.
But small towns like Pork Town, which are far away from big cities, are miserable and destined to slowly decline.
After all, a crazy mid- to high-level alien beast or demon can seriously threaten the life and property safety of the residents of the town.
Nowadays, in Bok Town, not only nine out of ten houses are empty, but also five out of ten houses are empty, and it is in a state of depression.
Residents who can afford it have basically moved to big cities, and even if they can't afford it, they will move to towns around big cities.
Hug together for warmth, this is the rule of survival in troubled times.
The old goat pulled the bullock cart to a crossbar in front of the tavern, tied the rope, and took out a pile of special forage with reddish-brown stems and leaves from the storage ring, and fed it to the blue-eyed bull that was waiting for food.
As for water, the tavern will provide it. There is a large water tank next to the crossbar for cattle and horses to drink. Just pay a little before leaving.
Ren and Leon pushed open the pub's special bat door and walked in.
The space in the tavern is very large and noisy. The tables and chairs are a little shabby. There are many wanted posters with black and white pictures hanging on the walls. The smell of various drinks and low-quality cigarettes is filled with it, making it smoky.
The hustle and bustle, the laughter of scantily clad girls and the shouts of drunkards formed a unique symphony.
There was even a hot girl who lifted up her skirt and sat astride the lap of an old cowboy.
In front of everyone, the two were entangled in each other's bodies and were having sex on the chair.
The people around him were not surprised and drank and chatted as usual. At most, they glanced at him from time to time.
"This...the world is really in decline."
Leon muttered, as a son of a noble family, he seemed to rarely come to such chaotic places, and he blushed a little when he saw this scene.
This phenomenon is actually quite normal. In troubled times, people are always drunk now.
Even though this bar is a bit shabby and dirty, the people who come here to drink are not the lowest working people.
Only grassroots folk extraordinary people who lick blood from the edge of a knife, middle class people with some spare money at home, these people are qualified to come to the pub to get drunk and indulge.
As if he heard Leon's words, an uncle in the seat next to him sneered:
"Where did you come from, brat? You come to the pub even before you have even grown your hair. This is a place only for men! Skinny or underage pretty boys are not welcome!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The bar burst into laughter, making Leon a little embarrassed.
Some guests looked at Leon and Ren who had just walked in, with curiosity, vigilance, greed, and even malice in their eyes.
There are quite a few low- to mid-level extraordinary people in the bar, most of them are bounty hunters, demon hunters and cowboys. Some people don’t mind appearing as gangsters and killers occasionally...
With an expressionless face, Ren took out the black gun "Sun Lun", walked up to the man who just laughed at Leon, put the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and said:
"Old Stinky (Farolan folk slang, meaning idiot), do you know how to speak human language? Do you want me to teach you?"
"Oh, sorry, my bad."
The man's face turned pale, and he immediately raised his hands and apologized tremblingly.
Ren snorted coldly, turned his palm flexibly, and inserted the firearm into the holster on his waist. He turned his head and scanned the people in the tavern, and said:
"What happened to my friend saying a few words? Who the hell has any objections?"
"..."xN
The guests in the tavern were silent and looked away.
At this time, Ren was wearing a felt hat, a small yellow leather jacket, gray jeans and black riding boots, looking like a western cowboy.
Most of the witchers who wander around the town hunting have this look.
After seeing the rather ferocious-looking Force firearm on his waist, some guests with ill intentions silently looked away.
This kind of demon hunter who draws his gun whenever he disagrees is not a soft persimmon.
Renn took Leon and walked to the bar counter.
The bar owner is a fat uncle with a sinewy face and a shaggy beard. He looks quite ferocious, and he also has some aura of the Force lingering about him.
[Gun Fighter] profession, commonly known as "Gunner", this is a third-level peak light-riding gunner.
Renne quickly saw the boss's profession and strength.
Don't underestimate the pubs or inns in small towns. They integrate entertainment, catering and accommodation, trading venues, information exchange, bounty missions and wanted order updates, etc.
Anyone who can open a tavern or weapons shop in a town is an extraordinary person.
Usually, one must be a third-level transcendent, and have a backer or organization behind him. Otherwise, how can he frighten these mixed guests in the tavern?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Two guests, what do you want?" the bearded boss said with a smile.
Renn threw a gold coin on the table and said: "Ale, add ice."
Leon said: "Cocktail, elegant lover."
"Strong liquor, if you want to get drunk like a highland giant, remember to add orange juice."
At this time, the old goat also walked in and muttered.
As soon as he entered, the tavern became quiet for a moment.
The old goat is not as low-key as Ren and Leon. He wears a gray magic robe, holds an amethyst scepter, and has two five-petal lilacs on his chest.
This is the mark of a master mage or sorcerer.
Seeing the appearance of the old goat, many people's expressions changed and their eyes were shocked.
The fourth level is a watershed, and any master-level transcendent is highly respected.
As long as a fourth-level transcendent is not wanted, he can automatically obtain the title of court knight in most countries on the Saigon continent and break away from his civilian status.
Ordinary Xiaoxiao would not dare to provoke a master.
In fact, the old goat is still hiding his clumsiness, he is already a temple-level transcendent.
Even the tavern owner was shocked when he saw the old goat, and a flattering smile appeared on his fat face and he said:
"Honorable Master, please take a seat. The drinks will be ready soon."
The boss's flattery and the awe-inspiring looks of the surrounding guests greatly benefited the old goat. He smiled brightly and straightened his back unconsciously.
This is the card of his Master Nicholas.
"This guy is really good at pretending."
Leon found an empty seat and sat down, complaining.
Because he didn't want to be too high-profile, he deliberately took off the Golden Rose badge on his chest, but his teammates didn't cooperate at all.
"What do you know?"
The old goat blew his beard and stared, saying, "Young man, don't be so rigid. You have to pursue something in life, even if it is meaningless pretense."
Leon: "..."
Renn: "..."
It actually makes sense.
After the old goat taught Leon a lesson, he glanced at the guests in the tavern and sneered:
"Am I right? You bunch of rubbish! You old stink!"
"Hahahaha...this master is really kind."
"Yes, we are just a bunch of drunkards, trash, and bastards."
"Master scolded you well. Come on, let me toast you."
When the guests in the tavern were scolded, not only did they not get angry, some even laughed and made noises.
This scene made Leon a little dumbfounded.
Renn was not surprised. He picked up the beer on the table and explained:
"If you are not strong enough, it is better to keep a low profile in the chaotic towns. If you are strong, you don't need to be too reserved.
Because these are a bunch of bitches who bully others and fear others, so there is no need to be too polite to them."
"..."
Leon was stunned when he heard this.
As the legitimate son of a noble family, unlike Ren and Lao Goat, who came from the bottom, he doesn't understand the special customs of these towns.
Lane drank the fragrant ale and asked: "Hey, has anything weird happened in the town recently? Can you join us for a vote?"
"A mutated tiger appeared in the barren mountains to the east, but the Fire Hammer Mercenary Group has already gone hunting, so you are late."
"Their leader Adam 'Fire Hammer' is a fourth-level berserker, and that alien tiger is dead."
"The daughter of Baron Reuben in the town was kidnapped by robbers. You can go and take over the task. The Baron has paid a big price."
"Don't listen to his nonsense. This happened half a year ago. Who knows where his daughter is now. Even if she searches for a year, she may not be able to find her.
Don’t ask me why I know this, I’ve been looking for it for three months and haven’t found a single hair!”
"Hahahaha...it's so miserable."
"It's pitiful. Not a single gold coin has been credited to your account for three months. I'm afraid you're going to sell your butt."
The crowd roared with laughter.
The man who had been looking for someone for three months but found nothing got angry and cursed.
"Um, have you ever looked for the abandoned textile factories in the south?"
"..."
I don't know who it was, but suddenly said such a sentence, causing the whole place to be silent.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
Ren and the old goat raised their eyebrows at the same time and looked at the stripper next to them who was dressed up in a gorgeous dress. It was she who asked this question.
"Stop joking, who dares to go there now?" someone yelled angrily, with fear in his eyes.
"The devil lives there, the devil! A lot of people in the town, there..."
"Okay, don't talk about this! It's really unlucky."
Abandoned textile factories seem to be a taboo topic in this small town. Let alone exploring it, no one seems to dare to talk about it.
The prostitute who accidentally said the wrong thing looked panicked and was kicked out by her boss.
'There's something wrong with this woman's scent...it's a bit familiar, who is she familiar with?'
A flash of silver flashed in Ren's eyes, he picked up the wine glass and signaled to Leon with his eyes.
Leon stood up immediately, ignoring everyone's surprised looks, and followed the stripper.
After waiting for a while, Ren also stood up and walked to the bearded boss at the counter. He took out the black-grained gold seal in his pocket and shook it with a subtle movement.
The bearded boss's pupils shrank, his face remained calm, and he said:
"Brother, do you want to stay? Come with me to the second floor. As long as you can afford it, there are plenty of good rooms..."
As he spoke, he walked towards the bar, and Renn looked around to follow.
The two of them stepped up the stairs and entered an empty room on the second floor.
After closing the door, the bearded boss immediately bowed and said respectfully:
"Hello, Mr. President! I am Love, may I ask, what are your orders?"
He didn't expect to meet the branch president, the famous Viscount Ackermann, here, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
That's right, the backer behind this fat boss is the Witcher Association, and he is considered the person in charge of the association in Pork Town.
"Tell me about the abandoned textile factory in the south of the town." Renn said calmly with his hands behind his back.
The bearded boss looked bitter, rubbed his hands and said:
"President, I actually don't know this. I was transferred here just three months ago. The previous person in charge went missing while investigating the situation in an abandoned textile factory."
"No information?"
"Yes, something strange happened there three months ago, and then people often disappeared there at night. Even a mercenary group with a master-level strongman disappeared there.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After that, no one dares to go there to explore. There is basically nothing abnormal during the day, and whoever goes there will die at night..."
Ren listened to this information and frowned in thought.
He originally didn't want to care about these things.
But he just noticed a familiar aura. It was definitely an "old friend" who was causing trouble. Perhaps the anomalies in the town were related to him...
Downstairs, in front of the bar.
Leon chased out and stopped the stripper.
This woman is pretty good-looking, with blue eyes, blond wavy hair, and nice breasts. However, the makeup on her face is a bit too bright, and she smells of low-quality perfume.
Leon whistled and asked: "Beauty, what do you know?"
"My lord, I just accidentally said the wrong thing. I really don't know what happened in the abandoned textile factory."
The stripper was stopped by him, obviously a little panicked, and said in a panic.
She wanted to run away, but Leon had to grab her hand, and the two struggled outside the tavern.
"Kid, you can't strike up a conversation so rudely, it will scare away the girls."
A man walked out of the bar and said with a smile.
He has brown hair and blue eyes, is tall, middle-aged, and has a mature and steady face that gives people a sense of safety and reliability.
despair!
Before Leon could reply, Ren jumped from the second floor and landed on the street behind the middle-aged man like a dragonfly on water.
The corners of Ren's mouth raised, with a smile on his face, but his eyes looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, and said:
"Are you trying to teach my brother how to pick up girls? How about you teach me too?"
"Why don't you teach me, Master Ben?"
At this time, the old goat also walked out of the tavern and stood at the door holding a staff.
In this way, the three escape routes on both sides of the street and in front of the bar are blocked.
The middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes shrank his pupils imperceptibly, but still had a warm smile on his face and said:
"Everyone, I don't mean any harm, it's just that this little brother keeps holding the girl's hand..."
He seemed to be trying to act as if nothing had happened.
Ren's eyes were cold and he said: "Leon, kill him."
Leon was startled and felt a little confused, but he was very obedient and didn't ask any questions. He pushed the stripper beside him away, pulled out the cross sword from behind, and unleashed a surge of silver fighting energy!
He struck the middle-aged man with a sword, and the fighting energy condensed into a ten-foot-long bright sword light that fell!
Bang!
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he raised his right hand. The powerful flame force condensed into a red skull-shaped handprint in his palm. He pushed forward and shattered the incoming sword light!
The aftermath of the sword energy was powerful, mixed with red flames, and the guests in the tavern screamed in surprise.
"Damn it, a battle between masters and strong men!"
"Run quickly and take the back door!"
There was a panic in the bar. No one came out to watch the excitement. Everyone ran away as far as they could.
On the street, after easily repelling Leon's sword, the middle-aged man seemed to want to retreat.
But……
Renne:(●—●)
Middle-aged man:Σ(?д?；)
Seeing Viscount Ackermann standing behind him expressionlessly, his movements froze.
Oops, we're surrounded.
Renn looked at the middle-aged man who was sweating on his forehead, shrugged and said:
"Who are you? What is your relationship with that pervert Han Feng?"
Han Feng, the ace killer trained by the underground organization "Dark Night Clown", has the strength of the fourth level peak.
When Ren celebrated his 20th birthday last year, he was attacked by Han Feng. A sword penetrated his chest and blood spilled on the spot... In the end, an angry Keisha used the famous gun "Endless Thunder" to kill the perverted killer.
As for the grudge between Mr. Lei and the Night Clown, it’s a long story, and it can all be traced back to the time when he founded the Thorn Security Company and wiped out the drug lord Matt...
"I am Yanshan, a senior manager within the Dark Night Clown."
Seeing that there was no way to escape, the middle-aged man said coldly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.
"Yanshan? Haha..."
A kind smile appeared on Ren's face and he waved his hand, "Kill him and divide him into eight sections."
This code name has a lot to do with Han Feng as soon as I hear it.
"learn."
Leon nodded, holding the cross sword horizontally, and the silver-white fighting energy in his body surged out like a storm and compressed on the sword.
At the same time, he touched his hand, and strings of white lightning arcs rolled around it, shining so brightly that it made people palpitate.
This is "Thunder Halo", a common skill of the [Knight] profession, which can add the power of elements to the fighting spirit energy.
There are also general skills such as "Fire Aura", "Storm Aura", "Ice Aura", etc., so the knight profession is also called elemental knight.
Veronica's family has cultivated Red Lotus Fighting Qi, which to a certain extent has almost completely integrated the "flame halo" into the knight profession.
The explosive power and high-temperature destructive effect of Honglian's fighting spirit far exceed the flame aura of ordinary knights.
boom!
Leon stepped forward and rushed towards Yanshan, slashing down the long sword in his hand, and the sharp sword light like silver lightning cut through the void, and the almost shining streets were all white!
Along the way, the atmosphere split into two, and thunder flashed in the void. One can imagine the power of this sword.
Clang!
Yanshan snorted coldly, put his hands together, and the scarlet skull burning handprint instantly materialized, clamping the thunder sword light hard and unable to fall!
Then, he used both hands to crush the sword light, and in an instant countless sword energy and electric arcs shot out in the air.
He braved the aftermath and rushed towards Leon. Two scarlet skull handprints blasted out like heavy cannons. The red flames burned and repeled the atmosphere in front of him, roaring and spreading to all sides!
With one explosive blow, even a ten-story building blocking the path would be instantly reduced to ashes.
Yan Shan knew that only Leon was the breakthrough point, and behind him was Viscount Ackerman, so it was not advisable to enter the bar.
Leon's expression changed. His opponent was a bit strong, but he was not panicked. The cross sword danced in his hand, and dozens of sword lights intertwined in an instant, accompanied by thunder, flying towards the enemy like a laser net!
Clang Clang Clang!!
Yanshan's red flame skeleton hand like a heavy cone smashed the heavy sword light with force, and the electric light fighting energy collapsed in circles along the way!
But his own body trembled slightly as he was hit by the sword energy, and his charging speed dropped a bit.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This made him a little surprised.
This little knight is stronger than he thought...
Wow!
Suddenly, there was a sound of chains sliding, and the momentum of Yanshan's charge stalled.
He subconsciously looked down and found that several chains with silvery-blue light spots had wrapped around his calves.
Behind the street, several blue space doors shone behind Ren, with chains extending from them. He looked at Yanshan, whose expression changed greatly, and said:
"Zha Xiu, who allowed you to escape in front of me?"
Yanshan could no longer answer.
At the door of the tavern, the old goat finished reciting the incantation, pointed the staff at him, and fired a dissociation spell.
Bang!
The dissociated light instantly flew more than ten meters like blue clouds and hit Yanshan's chest, whose legs were bound by iron chains and could no longer dodge!
His body trembled and he opened his mouth to say something, but his hair, clothes and skin instantly turned gray, and with a gentle breeze, his whole body turned into a puff of smoke and dust!
Leon looked at the enemies that were destroyed in ashes, scratched his head and said:
"If they are dead, why not capture them alive?"
"No need, it's just a high-level puppet. If you capture him alive, he will self-destruct." Renn sneered, and the space door behind him closed.
No matter how stupid the Night Clown is, he will never be arrogant enough to think that sending a puppet can solve him.
Yanshan, the puppet, only came here to see where he had gone. The real killing and the highlight was yet to come.
He has offended too many people. If these people really want to take action, they will not start a small fight like before. Moreover, there are a lot of people and buildings in the town, so it is not a suitable place for interception and killing.
The old goat put down his staff and curled his lips and said: "These underground organizations are really rich. They give up a high-level puppet just to see where you go."
This puppet's combat power is not bad, it should be very precious, and it can barely be considered as the first blood.
Ren looked at the frightened and pale stripper and said:
"Stay here and guide us tonight."
…………
The quiet night quickly enveloped everything.
If there is still some life in the town during the day, at night it is like a ghost town, completely silent, with only the wind howling on the streets, and it is very cold.
On the street, the stripper led the way, and the three Rennes followed behind her.
When we arrived at the southern suburbs of the town, the doors of every house were closed, and we couldn't even see the warm light coming from the windows. The darkness was terrifying.
The moonlight was hazy, and an abandoned factory could be seen a few hundred meters away.
The place was cold and a bit scary for some reason, and the abandoned textile factory was like a giant beast entrenched in the darkness, staring at them with bloodthirsty gray eyes.
"My lords...my lords, can I go back?"
The stripper was wearing thin and revealing clothes. She crossed her arms and said pitifully.
The old goat had no expression on his face and began to chant a curse in a low voice. Leon tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
Ren's eyes were cold and he said: "Go back? Didn't you bring us here on purpose?"
"Kekeke..."
Ahead, the stripper stopped suddenly. She laughed in a weird way, with horrifying bloody skull lines on her pale face.
She slowly turned her head, her mouth cracked open so much that the skin ruptured and blood flowed out, and she said with a bloody smile:
"Guys, dinner is ready!"
Buzz!
The ground trembled slightly, and a layer of thick fog came from all around. In the darkness, strange movements were heard, and many black shadows shimmered strangely and surrounded Renn, the old goat and Leon.
The moon was obscured by thick fog, and several blue flames were ignited in the abandoned textile factory. Many figures were vaguely visible.
