Qianye walked around the garbage dump and found that the scorpion needle had been turned into a pile of parts, completely damaged and scrapped. He separated these parts and carefully buried them in every corner of the garbage dump.
The Scorpion Needle is the standard weapon of the Red Scorpion, and it is the only one of its kind, so even a single part cannot be exposed at will, otherwise it will cause endless trouble.
Then there is the matter of disposing of the werewolf corpses, especially those with human bite marks on them.
But Qianye is a little strange. Werewolves are a race that attaches great importance to the group. They will not easily let the corpses of their clan members be exposed in the wilderness. And now that so many werewolves have died here, but no new werewolves have been seen to deal with the aftermath, it shows that most of the entire tribe
Something happened.
Qianye finally found two thorns used by Nighteye, and then cleaned a dagger from a vampire warrior. This was all his self-defense weapons. As for the few odds and ends he originally brought out, along with the Red Scorpion Saber
Don't know where it fell.
The night has not yet passed, and the wind in the wasteland is still cold. I wonder if the sharp sword that has been hanging above my head for a long time has finally disappeared. Qianye looked up at the blood moon that occupied less than half of the sky, and did not feel the slightest trace of bloodlust.
, I even feel that the crimson color is a bit lighter, maybe the crimson night will pass in two days.
Dawn will eventually come.
However, although the threat of the Dark Blood has been temporarily lifted, Qianye still needs to be cautious and try to avoid the imperial military and wealthy families. There are so many powerful people there, and God knows who will find out that half of the Dark Blood is flowing in his body.
Qianye had to go back to Lighthouse Town first. After all, he had not shown up for five days, but in a chaotic place like the Evernight Continent, the disappearance of a person would not cause much commotion around him.
After running for a few hours, the lighthouse town appeared in front of Qianye. The town looked unchanged, but Qianye felt that it seemed a little too quiet. It was almost dawn, and it was still black near the horizon, but above the sky
It starts to turn white and has a shimmer. At this time, at least the scavengers should get up and start preparing their luggage for going out.
Qianye did not go directly to the open door that had not yet been repaired. Instead, he walked around to the side and slowly approached the city wall.
Looking from where Qianye is standing, the bald Sheriff is sitting on the tower with his hat on his face, as if he is dozing off. Apparently before the town gate is repaired, the Sheriff can only stay on night duty every day. Although the Sheriff is on duty all the time.
He looked drowsy, but Qianye knew it was just an illusion. With his ability to hide and sneak, if he got close at night, he would alert the police chief.
Qianye chose a position slightly farther away from the police chief, jumped lightly, and climbed onto the city wall silently. With such a jump, Qianye clearly felt that his jumping ability had been significantly enhanced, and he almost lost control and passed directly.
He was about to go to the town when he suddenly felt that the sleeping posture of the sergeant seemed a bit unnatural. If he stayed in that position for a long time, he would be very uncomfortable.
Qianye lowered his body, almost leaning against the city wall, and approached the tower. From a long distance, he could smell a strong smell of blood. His night vision allowed him to clearly see a blood stain on the Sheriff's chest.
The blood stains had long since dried up and turned black, almost blending in with his black uniform.
The Sheriff was dead, and what was sitting on the tower was just a corpse.
Qianye's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head again, hiding himself in the shadows.
Although the Sheriff is only the smallest official, he represents the order of the empire. His presence means that this land is still owned by the Empire. Therefore, even if outsiders are stronger than the Sheriff, they dare not easily Kill him. Killing the Sheriff is equivalent to challenging the dignity of the empire. The Imperial Expeditionary Force is not far from here.
Qianye looked into the town, took a deep breath, and immediately found that his perception of the scent of fresh blood had become more acute. The good news was that the scent of flesh and blood no longer caused any symptoms of hunger or thirst in him.
However, Qianye had no time to be happy as he discovered that the blood energy in the town had been reduced by more than half!
Qianye jumped off the town wall, first walked around a few familiar houses of ordinary residents nearby to confirm that the people sleeping inside were still aborigines, and then sneaked towards his own Manjushahua Bar not far away.
The bar was in a mess. The door, which had just been installed a few days ago, was leaning to one side. None of the windows were intact. All the furniture and objects inside were in pieces, including several shocking pools of blood.
However, from the direction of the bedroom, loud snoring could be heard, even passing through the corridor and echoing in the lobby.
Qianye did not go directly, but went around to the back door to enter the bar, and then walked into the living area silently. There was no movement in the guest rooms on both sides, and the sound was in his own bedroom.
A young man was holding a shotgun in his arms, leaning on the sofa, soundly asleep. This guy was obviously assigned to stay behind, waiting for Qianye to appear.
But Qianye didn't come back for several days, so the guy who stayed behind lost his vigilance and started to be lazy. However, you can't expect too much from such a ruffian.
Qianye patted his face gently with the dagger.
The young man was woken up immediately. Being pulled out of a deep sleep obviously made him extremely unhappy. Before he could see who was in front of him, he spouted a series of curse words.
Qianye punched him directly in the stomach, immediately making him bow like a shrimp, and all the swear words in the second half were stuck in his throat. Then Qianye pressed his face down on the sofa to death. Then he hit his ribs hard with his knee, several times in succession, and didn't stop until he heard several cracking sounds of bones.
As soon as Qianye let go, the young man wanted to scream, but the coldness of the short knife on his throat made him swallow all the screams.
"What happened here? Who sent you here? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will cut off your fingers one by one." Qianye said coldly.
When the young man saw clearly that it was Qianye, he immediately shrank and said hurriedly: "I am Yan Laohu's man. The day before yesterday, the expeditionary army sent two companies to search for blood slaves in Beacon Town. We came with them... ..."
"Continue." Qianye pressed the short knife and cut a bloody mark on his neck.
The young man seemed to feel the calm murderous intent in Qianye's eyes, and immediately shuddered and said quickly: "Young Master Qi from Blackstream City is very dissatisfied with you and Young Master Zhao. He spent a large sum of money because of your exports. Money, and a high-end force gun. So I tried to get the expeditionary force to dispatch two companies, coming in the name of hunting for blood slaves, but actually...to kill you and Mr. Zhao."
Qianye's heart tightened. He knew very well what hunting down the blood slaves meant to the people in Beacon Town.
"What about the people who disappeared?"
"Most of them were killed on the spot, and some were taken away by the expeditionary force."
"Where is Yan Huhu? Where is he?" Qianye asked.
The young man trembled and said, "He is at Mr. Zhao's place."
Qianye nodded, slowly took back the short knife, and said: "Since you are very honest, I will give you a chance to live. Leave here immediately and get as far away as you can!"
"Yes, yes! Thank you!" The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Qianye turned around and walked out. Just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly threw out a thorn with his backhand. The thorn flew like lightning and instantly pierced the thug's throat!
The young gangster looked at Qianye in shock. The shotgun in his hand was already aimed at Qianye's back, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to pull the trigger.
Qianye came back again, picked up the gangster's shotgun and looked at it.
This is a flintlock spear that can use homemade shotguns. Due to its rough workmanship, its power and accuracy cannot be guaranteed beyond ten meters. But at close range, it is still a powerful killing weapon, at least better than a short knife.
Qianye took out ten rounds of shotguns from the gangster, threw the body on the ground, and then took one last look at his bar.
The bar was in a mess, even the bluestone floor had been pried open one by one, and everything of value was looted. Manjushahua, who had accompanied him in the darkest stage of his life, was just like this.
When leaving the bar, Qianye was not angry, but was unusually calm and a little excited.
In Red Scorpion's training, this is the best state before going into battle.
Qianye went straight to Mr. Zhao's abandoned factory base. It was said that Yan Laohu had been staying there for the past few days after he took over the town.
The sky still has not reached the horizon, and the silhouettes of the tall factory buildings in front are particularly eerie, like monsters that can devour people at any time. Only one factory inside has been renovated by Mr. Zhao and can be inhabited. The others are all in ruins.
There were obvious signs of fighting outside the factory, with bullet casings scattered everywhere.
Qianye picked up a bullet case and looked at it, and his heart immediately sank slightly.
This bullet is an assault rifle bullet standard for the Imperial Expeditionary Force. Although this type of gun is an antique that was retired decades ago, it is much more powerful than ordinary home-made weapons.
Since the other party can use a large number of military standard weapons, Mr. Zhao is most likely in danger.
The door of the factory was open, but Qianye did not enter from the front. Instead, he took a few steps to run, then leaped to the outer wall, used his momentum to climb all the way up, and climbed to the roof of the factory in the blink of an eye.
Yan Laohu did not place a sentry here, allowing Qianye to easily pass through the exit on the roof and enter the factory.
There are three floors of building attached to the wall inside the factory, and the rest is the original hall. There is a huge power main engine inside, but it has now become a pile of scrap metal.
Qianye still remembered that the upper floor was the original residence of Mr. Zhao, the middle floor was the room for the guards and gang elders, and the lower floor was where ordinary members lived.
Qianye came down from the top floor and naturally reached the third floor first. He walked silently outside Mr. Zhao's bedroom and immediately smelled the strong smell of blood, which was no longer fresh.
Qianye paused for a moment, then gently opened the door and looked inside.
Mr. Zhao fell to the ground, covered with injuries, and a section of his calf was missing. His last action was to crawl towards the closet, leaving a shocking blood mark on the floor. There was a bullet hole between Mr. Zhao's eyebrows.
But there was a contented smile on his face.
Qianye entered the room without feeling sad or happy, and squatted down next to Mr. Zhao.