On the shore of the dock, local overseers were directing slaves to carry the goods unloaded by ships.
In the simple metal building, various shops, bars and even hotels are open as usual.
It was as if the war was very far away from them.
Compared with the dilapidated and depressed areas in other areas of the Emirate of Barcelona, here it is brightly lit and bustling with people.
In a three-story building.
The blond man was wearing a close-fitting bathrobe and lying comfortably on the sofa.
The maid wearing a veil knelt down in front of him respectfully, trimming his toenails silently, trembling and not daring to raise her head at all...
on the TV screen in the room.
Various news about the recent civil strife in the emirate of Barcelona are constantly being played...
Under dim light.
The man's eyes were piercing, and the wine in the goblet in his hand was as red as blood, exuding an intoxicating aroma.
The tall and straight aquiline nose adds a bit of heroism to him, and a terrifying scar cuts straight down from his right eye, which makes people feel inexplicably ferocious and hazy.
"War, chaos, bloodshed, and death..."
He raised his head and took a sip of the wine in his glass. The man smiled strangely and said, "This country, which is full of rancid smell, would be worse than a pile of shit without the embellishment of these elements..."
The man's face suddenly became distorted, and his expression instantly became inexplicably sad.
"So pathetic...these homeless kids..."
Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He seemed to have become another person, crying silently: "We...can't we help the refugees here?"
"Shut up!! You loser!"
Raising his legs suddenly, the man kicked the maid in front of him, his face turning gloomy and vicious again.
"Put away your disgusting cowardly face. Weakness will only make us fail. Ridiculous sympathy will always belong to the weak at the bottom..."
Reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, the man gritted his teeth and shouted: "I shed tears over these rubbish, and sharing a body with a waste like you is simply a shame to me!!"
As he spoke, he glared fiercely at the maid who was lying on the ground, stepped forward and grabbed her neck.
"And this clumsy bitch..."
The man pushed the maid to the ground fiercely and shouted frantically: "Because you were nosy, we rescued her, and it cost us 30,000 federal dollars! In addition to serving tea and water, what else can this bitch do?
What’s the use?!”
Her throat was tightly strangled, and the maid struggled desperately, her eyes filled with fear of the man...
Two days ago, she was a refugee slave captured by the local rebel army.
Living a life without enough food and a precarious life.
Until the man in front of her suddenly appeared and spent a lot of money to buy her from the villain army.
I thought I could live a peaceful life for a few days.
But no one would have thought that the man in front of them was a complete lunatic!
He has two personalities in his body at the same time!!
One of them has a cowardly personality. Not only is he overflowing with sympathy, but he is also hesitant when encountering problems. He is as naive as a big boy...
The other personality is just the opposite. He is cruel and bloodthirsty. He is cunning and suspicious, but also cruel and ruthless in his actions. He does everything for profit...
It is such a madman with dual personality who tortures her mentally and physically every day.
Make her miserable!
boom--
Letting go of his big hand, the man suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, crying loudly: "Don't hurt her... Please, I obey you, please don't hurt her again... Big deal, big deal"
Without your permission, I will never come out again!"
Curling up on the floor, the man in front of him suddenly stopped moving and remained motionless for a moment.
He retreated to the corner in fear, and the maid shivered as she watched this strange scene.
For a long while, the room was as quiet as a ghostland.
"Hehehehe, this is what you said..."
Slowly getting up from the ground, the man's smile was full of anger: "Next time, if you come out without my permission, I will definitely kill this stinky bitch in front of you...
"
The maid in the corner shivered in fear, covering her mouth and not daring to make a sound.
Dong dong dong——
A rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded!
"Come in--"
Frowning slightly, the man sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs, as if what happened just now had never happened.
The door opened slowly.
"boss......"
Wearing high heels, a slim figure slowly walked into the room.
The tight black leather one-piece outlines her proud figure. The young girl in front of her has smart short hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
He glanced at the broken goblet on the ground and the maid trembling silently in the corner.
The girl calmly pushed down the frame of the mirror, as if she was already accustomed to this.
"Dasili, is there any news about the person who went to the appointment?" The man looked up and asked with a serious face.
"I'm afraid the situation is not very optimistic..."
Shaking her head, the sexy Dasli said with a cold expression: "Hansen is back, he is alone, and he seems to be seriously injured..."
Slightly startled, the man pondered for a moment, raised his hand and said, "Bring him to see me!"
Nodding, Dasili lowered her head and respectfully stepped out...
After a moment, there was a commotion outside the door, and Hansen, covered in blood, stumbled into the room.
"Boss...help me..."
The pale Hansen knelt down weakly in front of the man. The bright red blood flowed along the broken wound on his abdomen, and soon dyed the carpet red.
"I...I need the medical bay..."
Multifunctional medical cabin——
This thing is definitely a rare item in the war-torn Emirate of Barcelona, and is basically in the hands of government forces and rebels.
Ordinary forces simply don't have such scarce resources.
Hansen was shot through the abdomen by Zhuge Steel's Divine Sniper at the last moment, and he chose to retreat in desperation.
He ran all the way, which further worsened the injury.
Not only is there excessive blood loss, but the wound is also at risk of infection.
Judging from the current medical level in the Emirate of Barcelona, without the help of the medical cabin, such a fatal injury would probably kill him!
Now Hansen can only place his last hope on the boss behind the Wolf Killer Team.
"Hansen, where are the others..." the man on the sofa asked coldly.
"They all died in battle..."
Clutching the wound tightly, Hansen tried hard to stay awake and not faint: "The other party came well-prepared... They are very powerful. Luke had his head chopped off. Johnny, Jenny and Ah
Rudyba fell into the enemy's trap..."
"Really? That's really regrettable..."
Silently pouring himself another glass of red wine, the man raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice: "Since everyone died in the battle, why are you still alive!?"
"Boss...I..."
Hansen slumped to the ground dumbfounded, and cold sweat suddenly covered his forehead.