It’s not surprising that Bloodsport is still trembling.
If someone only needs such a short period of time to overcome his own psychological shadow, then such a person will not be shrouded in the shadow from the beginning.
The little mouse wearing a vest moved its little paws, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.
If someone can keep a mouse as a pet.
A rat and a rat are not the same thing.
“You mean over there?”
Bloodsport glanced in the direction pointed by the little mouse.
There seems to be a passage there, but it seems that you can only crawl through it.
Okay, that’s a tunnel, a super small one.
Blood sports can be stuck in if the movements are slightly larger.
But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon here.
“I owe you my life.”
Hoodsport said helplessly, fortunately his tremors no longer seriously affected his actions.
Since Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.
Now only the emergency lights are flickering on and off, and it's obvious that we won't be able to hold on for much longer.
It has been a long time since this place became what it is now. It is lucky that the emergency lights can still shine.
After passing through the long and narrow tunnel, Bloody Sports finally saw a little light.
Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place really feels a bit desolate.
This place doesn't look like a super prison that was once filled with criminals, or it looks like a large empty warehouse.
If it weren't for the rows of regular cells, there really would be no connection between this place and the prison.
“What’s over there?”
Bloodsport is still trembling, but is still able to communicate.
Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, he dare not do it...
This fear of mice has long been deep in his heart.
The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and directly stretched out his paws to grab the bloody sports clothes.
That way seems to be to lead the way.
This looks a bit like Jerry. I don’t know if this mouse can play swordsmanship, dance and do scientific research...
“Okay, don’t touch me now, I’ll get there!”
The blood sport has become more intense.
Having fought all the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.
He can still deal with the weak ones, such as the Sinking Demon.
But if a big guy comes, it will be terrible.
It may be best to keep quiet when acting alone, as this may not send news to teammates.
But it will not attract the enemy's attention.
Bloodsport crept forward cautiously until he reached the door of a collapsed cell.
Just by walking here, you can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren’t for the unique stench of demons in the smell of blood here, Bloody Sports might have turned around and ran away.
“Zhizhizhi!”
The little mouse shouted loudly, and it could be seen that he was very anxious.
“You mean something important to you is buried here? Or do you mean there is a person buried here?”
Bloody Sports said this, but his hands had already begun to carry the gravel bit by bit.
“Fuck!”
A fierce shout came from the quiet and flickering environment...
This sound is almost similar to Wayne's war cry.
He was not injured, but found a piece of rat underneath the stone he just picked up...
A rat with bloody flesh crushed by a stone can indeed be called a rat piece...
It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.
Then a motorcycle flew past and left the same traces... 1
The rat is not powerful, but its psychological shadow is still indelible...
Especially the emptiness after those dark eyes lost their brilliance, which made Bloody Sports feel like he was seeing himself...
“Zhizhizhi!”
The little mouse wearing a vest screamed loudly, although even if he screamed with all his strength, the sound would not be loud.
He acted very uneasy, as if something was coming.
“I know, I will speed up!”
Bloodsport originally planned to throw the stone with rat flakes on his hand farther away, but accidentally put it aside carefully.
Then he plowed the rocks at an accelerated speed.
His movements are not slow. If he was moving bricks on a construction site, he could earn seven to eight hundred yuan in a day at least.
This kind of efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's brutal training since he was a child, he has reached the limit of human physical fitness.
When this sound sounded, Bloody Sports could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.
Even the stench made him feel a little nauseous.
“Zhizhizhi!”
A scream!
The little mouse in the waistcoat widened his eyes and took an offensive stance.
“Hey, little guy, you’d better stay away for a little bit!
It’s a pity that I can’t help you dig out these rocks until those demons are dealt with.
grass!"
Another swear word...
Bloodsport saw the little mouse wearing a vest expand in size in an instant, and stopped growing just when it was about to squeeze through the vest!
Then the mouse hairs on the back became like porcupine quills, and after a tremor, they flew out!
Wire-haired rat…
Monsters can be found everywhere in Sanctuary.
To say these guys are demons is a bit derogatory to demons.
But these mice are not serious mice either.
It’s a pity Luke didn’t tell Bloodsport about wire-haired rats...
It’s not Luke’s fault, these little things are about to become an endangered species after the Hell Demon really came to the sanctuary...
The demons do not recognize these little guys as one of them, and it is impossible for these things to get close to the Nephalem...
The reality is always so cruel, and each of these animals affected by the power of the Burning Hell is living in an uncomfortable state.
Just like the Demonic Cow clan.
“Okay, I’ll speed up.”
Bloodsport didn’t look at what happened to the fallen demon being shot by the spikes.
Just the speed at which the spikes flew out allowed him to estimate the lethality of this shot.
It will definitely not be any worse than the bullets fired by the weapon in his hand!
Blood sports weapons have very small caliber bullets when they are not equipped with modules.
But this was enough to kill those fallen demons, and the spikes fired by this rat in a vest were even larger than the caliber of his bullets!
“Fuck, why is it like this again!”
Bloodsport complained as he put the new rat film aside.
When he had moved most of the rocks away, he saw a picture that would make even a normal person fear mice!
Under the stone are a large number of bloody rats piled up!
But there is a small gap at the bottom!
He seemed to realize something!
At this time, those fallen demons finally approached the scene!
This is a mature team of fallen demons, including wizards.
The ability to resurrect one's own race is very difficult, but this race still does not have a high upper limit.
Those wizards are too conspicuous and can easily be targeted and killed.
It's a pity that the little mouse wearing a vest didn't seem to notice this feature. The constant firing of spikes has made the first few fallen demons look like hedgehogs.
But the wizard was still walking at the end unscathed.
“Okay, little mouse.
If you keep firing spikes, you will go bald.
I have already moved the stones, and what you want to do is all your business."
Bloody Sports took a deep breath to calm down, and then directly raised his hand.
Aiming the gun that looked like a can opener at the fallen wizard in the distance.
Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.
This is what mankind is truly proud of!
This total wisdom is the reason why human beings stand at the top of this planet!
The Sinking Demons can only be said to be cunning. They have never experienced a more complicated struggle that cannot use force. Even hiding seems a bit funny!
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The gunshot rang out, and the Sinking Demon Wizard fell to the ground first!
Those groups of fallen demons lost their backbone in an instant and began to flee!
The Sinking Demon who was walking at the front actually fell at the end when he was escaping. In addition, he was covered with "loads", causing him to fall directly to the ground.
The side covered with spikes was still facing down, and now he could no longer stand up.
“Well~Sebastian~What’s wrong with me?”
A sleepy voice sounded from the pile of rat pieces, sounding like he was not awake at all.
Sebastian seems to be the name of the rat wearing a vest.
“Hmm~ I remembered. There seemed to have been earthquakes several times before?
I called these friends to protect me?
Looks like the earthquake has passed?"
That lazy and sleepy female voice finally has a touch of sobriety, which may be a good thing.
“Okay, man. I’m Bloodsport and I’m here to deal with demons.
Girl, what’s your name?”
Bloody Sports looked at a figure crawling out from under the pile of rat films. The girl's face didn't look good at all.
Although there were many rats, these rats lost their lives for her.
This is not something to be happy about for her.
“Looks like it’s time for a nickname? Well, I’m the Rat Catcher.”
“Ratcatcher? I remember he was a man, and he was elderly?”
Bloodsport said with some surprise.
“That’s my father. Since you know him, I’m the second generation rat catcher.”
The young girl seemed to be still sleepy when she said this.
But she seemed to have light in her eyes.
If rats have goals, then why can’t we? These are the words left to her by the father of the second generation of rat catcher.
This is probably one of her life creeds.
“Okay, second generation.
However, I remember that among the things your father did, there didn’t seem to be any earth-shattering and vicious cases.
So why are you imprisoned in Dream Prison?”
bloodsport asked.
The father and daughter of the ratcatchers are also very talented.
The father is a vicious dog...but fortunately he did not pass this bad habit on to his daughter.
Nor did he exchange his daughter for the purchase funds for those rubbish.
So he is not considered a scumbag and is hopeless.
Even if the father doesn't look at his own bad habits, that guy is still quite responsible.
At least he is a good father.
The ability to drive rats gives them the ability to sustain themselves.
For example, helping others drive away mice is actually quite profitable.
This is also the origin of the title ratcatcher.
It’s a pity that there will always be people who judge others with malicious intentions.
After a rat catcher's abilities become famous, those who need to drive away rats will always assume that the rats are brought by the rat catcher.
So I want to solve these "blackmails" once and for all.
It's a pity those dirty capitalist bastards got it all wrong, but the ratcatchers also became criminals.
It’s quite unfair anyway...
Until the rat catcher himself lost his life because of his bad habit, and the girl also lost the only person who could protect her.
Then he was sent to Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...
There is nothing that a woman can do after she abandons her own conscience.
The innocent second-generation rat catcher has gained a new shelter, and she doesn’t need the rats to keep her warm.
There is no need for mice to help her collect food.
Perhaps this is a good thing?
At any rate, the second generation of Ratcatcher was not subjected to any abuse, except for a bomb being placed in his head...
“Hmm? I picked up a watch from the hand of a little mouse?
Then I plan to exchange money.
Then I got caught and they said I was stealing."
The second generation of Rat Catcher said without caring at all.
Obviously she was falsely accused and wronged, but she didn't care at all.
Life in the Dream Prison is much better than living on the streets.
“Amanda Waller did it?”
Bloodsport immediately thought of that girl...
This method is exactly the same as that used to force him to perform his duties.
“Well, Amanda arranged a place for me.
He said that as long as I can help him when he needs me, his sentence will be reduced by ten years."
The second generation of Rat Catcher said it as a matter of course.
There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.
“What did you steal that warrants imprisonment for more than ten years?”
bloodsport said with anger.
“I didn’t steal that, I picked it up!”
The second generation of Rat Catcher was still a little excited when he said this.
Obviously she knew she had been wronged and was angry about it.
“Okay, it’s a watch.”
“What watch can put you in the prison of dreams?”
“A watch that can watch TV.”
…”
Bloodsport feels like this conversation seems a bit familiar.
“I know that a mobile phone can do all this, but I don’t have a mobile phone, and naturally I don’t have a calling card.
That watch can be used to watch TV~"
The second generation of Rat Catcher said with a regretful tone.
When she was growing up, if she wanted to watch TV, she could only watch it through the windows of street shops...
“Amanda Waller is really not human! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!”
bloodsport speaks from the heart.
Then he felt his communication headset ring.
He forgot that he had a listening device on him and a bomb in his head...
Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not set off a bomb just because others scold her. In Amanda Waller's eyes, the mission comes first...
