"Let's move on. These things are not what we should be concerned about right now. What we have to do now is to find each other before the vampires in A3 run far away."

Xia Xiu stretched out his hand and pressed the top hat on his head. His eyes fell on the children suffering from [uncanny hoof disease], and his deep golden eyes revealed a different kind of complex emotions.

He just glanced at it, and then urged Zhou Zhou to follow him.

Zhou Zhou looked at the playful and smiling children, then raised his steps to follow the back of the blond young man in front of him.

"Where are we going next?" Zhou Zhi, who was following Xia Xiu's footsteps, asked him.

"Go to the protected area of ​​the A3 hub, where our teammates will stay."

While Xia Xiu was answering Zhou Zhou's questions, Xia Xiu continued to move towards the goal in a leisurely manner. However, Zhou Zhou seemed to be less interested in talking to him and didn't say much. Instead, he chose to keep up with him honestly.

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A3 Hub·Protected Area.

Within the hub, jurisdictional areas are generally divided according to different classes and types of work. Disputed area divisions will be classified as "XX Streets." These blocks belong to the "three no matter areas", that is, the Kingdom of Heaven does not have jurisdiction, the regional national government does not have jurisdiction, and hub politics

The group does not have jurisdiction.

Therefore, the neighborhood is the territory of the gangs, and the vacuum-enclosed area formed by multiple neighborhoods is the protected area, which is the "feeding ground" where the gangs collect protection fees.

Most of those who settled in the protected area were the subraces who suffered from [Strange Foot Disease] in Youyang, the Gray People who suffered from [Ore Disease] in the Oletin Empire, or those who suffered from [Gear Mechanization] in the Daeva Empire.

] and [time lag disease] refugees, these poor bastards are the labor force that gangs like to exploit most, and they have a contemptuous name in the hub - [pseudohumans].

Among Terra's existing extraordinary rules, [pseudohumans] have always been in a vague range. Like the veil, it is a topic that people don't want to talk about.

In the protected area, [Pseudoman] needs to pay a high protection fee. Once he cannot afford it, he will be forced by gangsters to dig for [Thumborg Stone] in minerals with high radiation distortion, and digging these will

It makes [Ore Disease] worse. It should be noted that the various diseases of [Pseudoman] can be superimposed, and the more they are superimposed, the faster they will die.

The non-lineage ancient forces that exist today are still highly dependent on the [Thumburge Stone] for spellcasting assistance. They do not have the lineage's high-end extraordinary technology that can quickly extract EVE particles in the [Ether Ocean].

And now, a conflict that happens every day is happening in the protected area.

"Have we not paid the protection fee before? It has only been three days."

Creighton is trying his best to suppress his anger. His right hand is tightly holding the [casting staff] used to perform thaumaturgy in ancient times. The gray crystals on his face seem to feel his anger and go crazy.

's flashing.

In front of Creighton, stood a group of gang members wearing bone protective masks on their faces and holding crudely made [thaumaturgic riot guns] in their hands. They were led by a tall man who was the person responsible for asking for protection money this time.

At this time, Kunton was sneering at Creighton and said in a slow tone:

"Dear old Creighton, I know that you [Pseudomen] with crystals on your body are very capable of using thaumaturgy. Basically every Ore Puppet has the release ability of [Measurer]. I also know that you

A Pseudoman Protection Association was formed.”

“But the neighborhood doesn’t recognize it!”

"Hahaha, I know you are angry, but you should also consider it from our perspective.

Here in A3, there are not only the biological research companies of the Edici Federation, the ambassadors of the central regional government, the military spies and businessmen of the Oletin Empire, the churches of the Daeva Empire, etc., but also various ancient

French forces. In this kind of coastal hub, the Kingdom of Heaven will not even dispatch troops to station troops. After all, when they signed the [One Hub, Two Systems], they promised not to interfere with the development of the hub for five hundred years."

"Originally, the protection fee you paid was enough, but recently a big shot came to A3. This big shot is the person in charge of [Son of Seth], and [Son of Seth] is one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan.

Industry, this big shot’s skill and strength are indeed qualified. She came to A3 and wanted to cut a piece of meat, but even if the big guys in other areas wanted to give it, they couldn’t help it.”

The more Creighton listened, the angrier he became. At the same time, he also felt deeply desolate. Poor people like them were after all "food" that could be cut at will on the dinner plates of these big men.

"...How much is it this time?"

Reason finally defeated anger, and a trace of despair flashed across Creighton's vicissitudes of life. He could only succumb to these scum again.

"Three thousand, only three thousand standard-sized high-purity [thaumaturgy stones] can satisfy this gentleman's appetite." The tall leader stretched out his right hand and slowly opened his five fingers towards Creighton.

When Creighton heard this number, he silently calculated the inventory of various types of patients in the reserve in his mind. If he evened out 3,000 yuan from it, it would still be enough.

"Okay, if it's three thousand a year..."

"No, no, no, that gentleman doesn't want three thousand a year, but three thousand a month." Quinton replied, wagging his index finger and looking at Creighton playfully.

"Three thousand [thaumaturgy stones] a month!?" Creighton looked at the tall leader in disbelief.

"That's crazy!"

"Other groups don't dare to charge three thousand a month. How dare this new vampire..."

Just when Creighton became angry again, Quinton interrupted him again.

"Old Creighton, be careful with your words and deeds. You have to call her a blood descendant. The reason why we charge such a high protection fee is because you people cannot become blood animals and cannot provide long-term flesh and blood support for her, so this

An adult plans to increase the amount of protection fees to make up for his losses.

This does sound a bit weird. Why can't your Excellency increase the collection of protection fees by collecting blood animals?

This is of course because she comes from the [Camera Alliance]. In the [Camera Alliance Control Agreement] between the thirteen clans and other hubs, if the area where they are located cannot collect blood animals, then the area must provide them with other

Resources make up for this. Of course, not all regions have signed this agreement. After all, this agreement is indeed somewhat overbearing, and it is very unfortunate that A3 happened to have signed an agreement with the [Secret Alliance]."

Quinton's slow words fell on Creighton's ears, like a drop of hot oil falling on a blazing fire. At this time, Creighton's right hand holding the [Spell Staff] had veins bulging, and his eyes were filled with anger.

It looks like a terrifying beast that wants to devour people.

When the nearby gang members saw Creighton like this, they all raised their [Thumbac Riot Guns] to aim at each other. As long as Creighton dared to make any move, the gang members around him would immediately shoot him.

Pull the trigger, and Creighton will be immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.

At this moment, the situation became explosive.

Quinton tightened his grip on the [Thumbac Riot Gun], which was much more sophisticated than other gang members. To be honest, when he received the collection order from above, he was also attracted by this new big shot.

He was frightened, and he also expected that he would encounter resistance to such a charge.

However, resistance in protected areas occurs from time to time, and such resistance often leads to more bloody suppression.

[Hub] Different from abnormal community groups that exist on the surface, abnormal community groups are essentially different from hubs.

Abnormal community groups are the contradiction between the abnormal lineage and the normal lineage, and no force dares to take responsibility for the bloody incidents caused by these contradictions, such as the "Bloodshed Incident in Bodhi Tree Street".

The [Hub] is different. As long as it belongs to the [Hub], no matter how drastic the method is, as long as it does not affect the present world, other forces, including the Kingdom of Heaven, will not interfere.

"Old Creighton, resistance will only lead to death, and more resistance will only lead to more death."

"A single spark cannot start a prairie fire."

Quinton described the cruel reality in an extremely cold tone. In the extraordinary world where power belongs to individuals, a single spark cannot start a prairie fire.

Creighton slowly moved the EVE particles in his body towards the [Magic Staff], and gray crystals squirmed on his surface like parasites. Those gray ore crystals stung his nerves under the skin, causing him pain.

It was almost unbearable, and his nails were gradually replaced by this mysterious mineral substance, becoming as hard as steel, and could even scratch hard objects.

"Death is not an excuse for you to exploit us wantonly——"

Creighton was not going to swallow his anger, even if it would lead to death, even if more infected people would die.

He comes from the Oletin Empire in the Far East. He is a stowaway. Natural disasters in the Far East are too frequent. Gray people like him who cannot live in the [Mobile City] with heavenly beings are just part of the thousands of suffering people.

, so he chose to sneak into Youyang, into this alliance country protected by a curtain.

He once saw one of the "Thirteen Heroes" of the Knights of Heaven stationed at the junction of Oletin and Youyang from a distance. He was an amiable person, and that "hero" did not discriminate against them.

The Gray People, on the contrary, often assist them. They are not monsters in human appearance as described in the imperial textbooks.

He also smuggled himself to the first country, France, where he participated in a strike. Together with the strikers, he held banners and cursed the incompetence of the regional government. At first, he did this out of curiosity and fun, but as time went by,

The more he learned about it later, the more he was influenced by the people there.

The more he experienced, the more he understood that sometimes, even in the face of a certain death situation, you can't back down. If you take a step back and want to stand and speak again, you need to pay a hundred times more than before.

, a thousand times the price.

If you retreat, you must kneel, and kneeling means that the other party can take whatever you want.

"It seems that you have chosen a result that neither party is too satisfied with."

A cold glint flashed through Quinton's gloomy eyes behind his mask. He directly raised the [Thumbac Riot Gun] in his hand, and then pulled the trigger. Other gang members followed suit. On the other side, Creighton's

The thaumaturgy was also brewing, and a huge fireball blasted directly in the direction of Quinton.

Boom——

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The crackling sound of fireballs and the sound of machine gun fire sounded simultaneously in the narrow tin alley.

"Cough cough cough——"

Quinton activated the protective shield that came with the protective suit and slowly stood up from the thick smoke. The other gangsters standing with him were directly blown into charred corpses. This kind of suit with its own protective shield

Only middle- and upper-level members of the gang like him have it. The rest of the gang will die if they die.

Quinton glanced at the display bar of the protective shield with a damage rate of 78% in distress. When he raised his head and looked forward with uncertain eyes, the pupils behind the mask couldn't help but shrink violently.

In front, Creighton, who was supposed to be shot to death, was standing peacefully. In front of Creighton, a huge circular mirror appeared. The attack just now was caused by this mirror.

The bullet was fired back, and at this time, there was a demihuman standing under the mirror.

The other person is short in stature, only about the height of an ordinary ten-year-old child. He is a little boy. His hair is midnight black, messy and curly, messy and lively, shining slightly in the sun.
To be continued...