Chapter 59 Past

There were hundreds of captured mobs. Their hands were handcuffed and strung together with ropes. Under the scolding and beating of the mercenaries, they were slowly taken out of the village.

They are the trophy of mercenaries.

All prisoners of war were transported back to Emma Auction for sale as slaves. The mob was much stronger than ordinary people. They had a strong resistance to radiation after living in the wilderness for a long time. Especially the stomach and intestines that could accommodate almost anything, which made them able to accept much more food than ordinary people. This source of nutrition does make people feel uncomfortable, but it can make their bodies grow stronger and do more work.

"Hurry up, let me go quickly, you dirty and despicable pigs-"

Locke approached the team and took a deep breath of the cigarette that was left. With an extremely cruel sneer, he pushed the red cigarette butts hard on the back of the slowest mob. The harsh screams and the burning stinking of flesh were intertwined, and were finally covered by the almost neurotic laughter of the mercenary captain.

"Why do you hate them so much?" Lin Xiang was a little strange. Locke didn't look like the kind of pervert who was particularly cruel and had a hobby of abuse. But from his eyes, he released a deep hatred for the mob.

Lock raised his head, looked at the vast wind and sand swept through the horizon, and a thick smoke blew out of his slightly pursed lips: "Come on! Show you something. After witnessing it with your own eyes, I believe you will do the same thing as me."

The planning of the mob village is similar to that of ordinary market towns. A spacious road runs through the entire village. The round thatched huts gather together in groups of three or three. The parts that turn towards the inner circle have small doors for entry and exit.

Bent down and drilled into the largest room in the village through the low door hole. Lin Xiang immediately smelled a very disgusting stench. Locke took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two, handed him one, lit it, took a deep breath, pointed to a table on the left that was made of thick wooden boards, and said lightly: "Look at it yourself!"

The table is not high, but it is very long. There are dozens of wooden stakes that are about half a meter long, standing on it. The contact part between the bottom of the pile and the tabletop is fixed by thick iron nails, and a complete human head is inserted on the top.

It was a boy's head. Judging from the size, the actual age was about eight or nine years old. In the slightly opened eyes, a greasy white eye mask was exposed. The wound on the neck was sealed by lime. The entire head seemed to have been treated with simple anti-corrosion. Slight wrinkles appeared on the skin on the face. The dry hair fell from the top of the head. The waterless lips looked a little dry and cracked, especially the edge of the lip line, which was completely covered by the terrifying purple-black.

All the wooden stakes were inserted with heads. Some were men and women. They were all over ten years old and were underage children. Their stiff faces still maintained a fixed expression of fear, doubt, despair and struggle before their death.

Lin Xiang felt his body trembling. He began to understand Locke's previous actions, but he didn't understand at all - why the lips of all people were painted with a bright red color. It was obviously not the deceased's own wish, but the mob who created these terrible instruments.

"These guys have a very perverted hobby - they like to put on makeup and use it as decoration."

Locke's voice came from behind, sounding like a dead soul, explaining the definition of horror: "Every time a mob catches prey, he has to pick out the freshest part, that is, the children among humans, and sacrifice to their so-called gods. They will cut off the children's heads with an axe, divide the bodies and limbs, and use fresh internal organs to make various pictures and symbols that only they can understand. After this bloody and evil ritual, the bodies of the dead will be eaten by them, and the heads will be preserved as spoils and decorations. What you see is not too much. I once led a team to wipe out a city built by the mob. In their so-called chief's palace, the heads of the dead were inserted into the walls and ground with wooden stakes, and the heads were all children."

"There is no order or law in this world. People living in cities occasionally kill the weak around them for food. After all, they are a minority, and the city guards will control this. But these guys are completely different. They kill only to satisfy their cruel nature and the pleasure of hunting. They will play with their prey till they torture to death. They hardly produce anything, and their only source of food is plunder and killing. In their eyes, they only need to pay barbaric power and tyrannical hideousness. Everything in the world belongs to them. If you go to other rooms in the village, you will definitely find the silence of human body hanging on the top of the beams of the house. That is their food, and even the newly born mob babies will be fed with soup made of human flesh. They are the most brutal creatures in the world-"

In the last sentence, the angry Locke almost roared and roared. Before Lin Xiang could answer, he had raised the assault rifle in his hand and pointed the trigger hard at the head of the deceased on the arranged wooden table. The dense bullets tore up everything in the direction of the way forward. The thunderous gunfire sound and crazy roar were mixed together. All Lin Xiang could see was the fragments that were scattered by the bullets, and Locke's face that was twisted and deformed because of his rage.

He quickly changed the empty magazine. The hot assault rifle emitted a strong and choking smell of gunpowder. Locke completely lost control like an angry lion. He pulled out the pistol at his waist and poured bullets into the room that was beaten unrecognizable. Until the "click" sound in the chamber, he pulled out the dagger on his legs, and his red eyes slashed at the empty air and the wooden table that could not be rotten... Soon, he exhausted all his strength, stood in the middle of the room like a dying beast, looking at all this caused by himself with a dull and tired eyes. Suddenly, he suddenly collapsed on the ground, hugged his head tightly with his hands, and burst into tears in a hysterical voice.

Lin Xiang did not say anything or stop him. He slowly approached Locke, squatted down, took out the cigarette box from the other party's half-open chest pocket, took out a piece of it, lit it, took a sip, and stuffed the slightly wet cigarette mouth into the mercenary captain's opening mouth.

"Six years ago, I lived on a farm far away from here." Locke spoke very slowly, his voice a little dazed, and it sounded like a moan after the drowning man was rescued: "There are my parents, friends, and my wife... and son there."

"It was a very small town. The land was not fertile and the harvest was average. But at that time I was very happy because I was able to be with my family. Dinner was the happiest time of the day. My son Tony would always climb onto his grandfather's thighs and snuggle the beard that could never reach. His wife Jessina would bring out freshly baked bread from the kitchen, and her mother would put the divided food on a plate and deliver it to everyone... Woooo, Jessina would always give me half of her portion. At that time, she always said that men who work should eat more. Woooo..."

Locke sobbed, crying like a child.

"The mob ruined everything about me - that day, when I returned from the city with a wooden cart and changed my food to clothes and salt, the whole farm had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The mob snatched everything and killed everyone in the town. Jessina was tied to the wooden stake at the entrance of the farm, leaving only a skeleton that barely remained intact. Those ferocious beasts... actually gnawed all the flesh on her body."

"It was from that day that I joined Sosbia and became a revenge mercenary. I would kill all these dirty barbarians and use their blood and heads to sacrifice to the dead relatives. Woo... Woo... "

Locke shook his hands and took out a yellowed photo from his close-fitting pocket.

There are three people on the top. The woman on the right is plump and has beautiful blonde hair. The boy in the middle is about four years old and looks very cute when he smiles. The young man on the left looks less than Locke's current vicissitudes. His smooth cheeks are less thick and hard beards, and his eyes are filled with a happy smile.

Lin Xiang took the photo and subconsciously glanced at Locke.

Except for the appearance that is roughly similar to the photos, the current mercenary captain is only cold-blooded and tyrannical. If Locke in the photo is a happy young man, then now he is just a wolf walking alone in the wilderness and screaming at the desolate cold moon.

In the afternoon wilderness, the climate is still a bit stuffy. The columnar cactus, which is as high as two meters, stands among the sand and gravel, and the black and hard spikes are densely born from the surface of the fragile and juicy body, completely eliminating all the fantasies of creatures who want to enjoy the food.

The mobs tied up by ropes bent over and walked slowly in the wilderness. Rather than saying they were walking, they were crawling. However, their arms were not supported on the ground, but were firmly fixed behind them by cold handcuffs.

The thick wooden boards removed from the thatched hut were dragged forward by the mobs. The bodies of eleven dead mercenaries were piled up on them.

The mob that relies on robbery for a living has weapons that have been looted from various human settlements. Among them are old-fashioned gunpowder guns or various firearms imitated in the new era. Although the number is small, it can kill people.

There were three more people who were cut short by the mob. Evolutionary people were stronger than ordinary people, but they were not the legendary immortal body. They would be injured, die, and rot into soil.

Those who survived were all veterans. Their eyes of Lin Xiang were still full of contempt and ridicule. Without strength, no matter where they walked, they would only become jokes. Especially in this battlefield where life and death are fought, the rookie could survive was only luck.

Locke had already put away his decadent and sad appearance. He held a cigarette in his mouth and carried his assault rifle, walking leisurely at the end of the team. He was deeply trapped in his eyes on both sides of his nose, and occasionally radiating deep gazes, scanning Lin Xiang back and forth.

Obviously, this young man is very strong.

Only those who are truly immersed in the scene can truly understand the information revealed by that shot.

The sniper is not as simple as it seems on the surface. His keen observation, flexible reaction nerves, instantaneous expansion of muscles and exploration of the surrounding environment are indispensable. At that time, at that angle, it is impossible for Locke to pull the trigger accurately.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nervous, but he still walked up to Lin Xiang, touched the stubble as thick as a steel needle, and whispered indifferently: "Well... what is your evolution level? Or, is it a reinforcement level?"

Lin Xiang glanced at him lightly and smiled, "What do you think?"

"Don't act like a mysterious look." Locke said solemnly: "In this world, no one can survive alone. We all need friends. Especially mercenaries. Only when they know their true strength can they concentrate on defending the enemy at the most dangerous time and hand over their backs to those who can rest assured."

"friend……"

Locke's words made Lin Xiang feel indescribable melancholy. He raised his head and looked into the distance. Except for the vast wind and sand, there were only clouds densely covered in the horizon, wrapped around the horizon like viscose.

"It's still two tasks that you can get this year's mercenary review qualification appraisal." Locke looked at him and said bluntly: "However, you didn't have a job today. According to the company's regulations, 50% of the money after the auction of these mobs will be rewarded for us. Generally, it is estimated that each person can get at least about 500 yuan."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, shook his head and spit out phlegm, muttering indescribable whether it was a curse or a jealousy: "I almost forgot that you are a great rich man. You can just sell some red medicine, which is more than I can fight to the death."

"I need money to save people." Lin Xiang's voice was very quiet. In his opinion, this was the best explanation.

Locke frowned, changed the cigarette butt in his mouth from left to right, nodded clearly, and did not continue to ask.

"What happened to that woman yesterday?" Maybe it was because she felt that she was monotonous and the atmosphere was too dull! Lin Xiang took the initiative to raise the topic. Of course, that was also a question that had been lingering in his heart.

"That's a mutant creature." Locke tried hard to find the right words to express what he wanted to say: "We have been looking for her since last week. This guy is very cunning and hides in the shack as a dancer. According to the people of the Skeleton Knights, she was infected by some kind of virus, which caused mutation in her body. This guy had a terrible appetite and had to chew up a living person every day to meet her needs. If your luck was worse yesterday, it would turn into the eighth dish she swallowed into her stomach."

"Mutual creature?" Lin Xiang asked thoughtfully: "Where was she infected?"

"I know how she got it." Locke shook his sore arms: "There are terrible places everywhere in this world. There are mutants in the ruins, mobs in the wilderness, and amazingly large human-eating frogs in the pond. Even those violent giant rats would occasionally sneak into the city to bite some unlucky guy to make food. If someone hadn't found bones in her room, God knows how many people would have been put into her stomach. Maybe there were still many mutant creatures like her hidden in the city, but they were not discovered."

"Have you tested the blood samples you extracted yesterday?" Lin Xiang quickly thought of another question: "Will it cause a new infection? Is the probability of transmission high?"

"We can't worry about these things." Locke picked up the cigarette butt that was about to be smoked, clamped it between his thumb and index finger, and exerted force, and popped it up several meters away: "The United Doctors Association and the Knights are most interested in this. These guys are very good at making a plan. They will spend a lot of money to buy all the mutant samples. Then, they will sell the vaccines they made to us and all those in need at a more expensive price. But then, they only know what the samples are for themselves."

Locke's words were exactly what Osvid was thinking about at the moment.

Hausen's body has been sent back to the Knights' stronghold, Crescent City. There are only two messages reported by decision makers in the city to Osvid.

First: Retrieve the stolen biological blood samples.

Second: Find the murderer who killed Hausen.

According to the instructions received by radio communication, the importance of the samples is obviously ahead of the murderer. It is not difficult to see that the upper level of the Knights attaches great importance to this batch of goods. However, in Osvid's view, the latter's ranking should be closer than the former.

According to his understanding, as long as the murderer is caught, the sample will naturally be revealed. The key to finding the murderer will eventually fall on Gliffiz, the top manager of Emma City.

The office on the third floor of the auction house is spacious and luxurious. On the mahogany floor of this era, there are delicate floor lamps with delicate views. The large and comfortable brown-red sofa is completely made of genuine leather, and the wooden closets decorated with classical patterns are filled with bottled wine of various shapes. These drinks collected from the ruins and various old human cities have become collections as expensive as antiques. If placed in the old era of civilization, it would be enough for the wealthy and nobles to smash thousands of banknotes in exchange for their qualifications to taste them.
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