The fat man under the light was wearing a simple military uniform and a false smile on his face. The gun in his hand was a large size and complex structure. However, he could easily raise such a large gun with one hand...

"It is probably the lazy demon blooder." Lao Lang whispered.

"And maybe a fellow traveler."

Vayne continued. The "lazy" magic blood potion can make the skin and flesh stronger, strengthen the physical defense. It also has tenacious vitality and is easy to accumulate fat.

Only the lazy demon blood man who is "not afraid of death" can walk to strangers without any scruples in dangerous wilderness. Looking at the weapons and clothing in his hands, it can basically be confirmed that he is also a mercenary who goes out to "hunter".

"I'll meet him."

Before Lao Lang could speak, Vayne put on his sunglasses and turned around and jumped out of the car door.

"Hi, my friend, where did you come from? How do you greet me?"

Vayne walked under the other person's headlights and greeted the fat man.

"Oh? Woman?"

The fat man was surprised, then laughed and said:

"I came from City B, so I can call me a gecko. I heard that a group of demons have penetrated here recently, and I think there should be many opportunities to get rich. So I came over and take a look. Unexpectedly, I encountered a mist on the night, and some unclear accidents happened, which made me not enough bone meal..."

He was muttering halfway, and suddenly asked Vayne:

"What about you, girl, what are you doing in such a dangerous place?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and quickly held a cigarette for himself. He was there and started to suck up the clouds and smog.

Vayne smiled lightly and said:

"Like you, we are here to make a fortune, we are the same people."

"We can give you a few kilograms of bone meal you want, but you always pay anything, right?"

"Walk with me?" The fat mercenary looked at the off-road vehicle behind Vayne with a cigarette in his mouth. After a second of silence, he asked Vayne directly:

"I want five kilograms of bone meal, how many Uen coins do you want?"

The moment he finished speaking, the mechanical grenade gun raised in his left hand suddenly flattened and attacked. The two muzzles on the gun fired at the same time, and a gorgeous bullet flow and an explosive grenade were ejected.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Da! Da! Da! Da!

In an instant, fire lights exploded in the mist of the night. Under the illumination of the headlights of the fat man's car, all this happened truly.

He raised his gun and shot, watching his muzzle spraying violent artillery bullets, the fat mercenary grinned with a cruel and pleasant smile on his face.

He is a lazy demon blood man, and his body has strong defense and toughness. As long as he has a suitable shooting position, he can ignore the enemy's gunfire like a stone. He pours out the firepower in his hand and destroys the enemy. Moreover, the feeling of crushing firepower is very pleasant.

The fat mercenary enjoyed the feeling of destroying life with firepower, which gave him pleasure. He had been wandering aimlessly in the wild for 3 days, without any gains, and encountered the damn fog at night.

This made the fat mercenary feel very bad and urgently needed "entertainment" to relieve his mood. Now, he is "entertainment".

Suddenly, a crossbow hit the fat mercenary in the chest, interrupting his shooting, and pushing him backwards.

what happened?

The fat mercenary was immediately confused. He had no idea what could force him away.

In the mist of the night, uncatchable arrows flew out and stabbed the fat mercenary, bringing him a long-lost and real sense of empathy.

The fat mercenary came to his senses and raised the big gun in his hand again, pouring out powerful firepower towards the flexible phantom in the fog. As a experienced mercenary who has experienced many battles, he knew that he should not panic at this time and must stabilize it. He used his advantages. As long as he continued to pour out his firepower, there would be no enemy or prey that could hold on.

The fire flashed again on the fog of the grass, but the arrows flying from different angles did not stop for a moment. They were obviously crossbow arrows, but they were pricked on the fat mercenary, but they were countless times more painful than bullets...

Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed down the fat man's cheeks. The fat mercenary who had been hit by several arrows had his eyes bleeded and his eyes were dry. The heavy mechanical grenade gun in his hand had completely wiped out the ammunition, but there were no blood-stained corpses around except for a mess of broken sand and gravel.

The gunshots stopped, and the fat mercenary felt distressed but felt a sense of fear called death.

"ah……"

He exclaimed, threw down the heavy gun in his hand, turned around and ran towards his cart.

Suddenly, a crossbow hit his broad back and nailed him to his headlight.

A slender beautiful shadow walked out of the fog and came to the fat man.

"You are so tough. You actually hit so many arrows and didn't die. Are you a third-degree blood-thawed person?"

The fat mercenary turned his head with difficulty, raised his eyes, and looked at Vayne with a hoarse voice:

"Please...you, please..."

Vayn tilted his head, raised his wrist with green fluorescent light, and shot a crossbow arrow with strange life force at the fat mercenary, taking away his life.

After killing the fat mercenary, Vayne didn't even look at his body, and turned around and shouted:

"Okay, Lao Lang, it's over, drive the car over!"

Another light lit up in the fog, and Lao Lang drove the off-road vehicle to Vayne.

"The car is fine, Lao Lang, you haven't been beaten by this idiot."

Vayne kicked the body of the fat mercenary like a playful look.

The car window opened, Lao Lang looked at Vayne and said:

"The car is fine, I've been on guard against him. I've avoided him in time just now."

"That's good."

Vayne breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Every time I go out, there is always no shortage of such idiots. Shooting and killing people is like playing, just like never dying."

"There is no need to understand other people's thinking. Vayne, we plan to change the battlefield, let's take a rest. And..."

Lao Lang got out of the car, took out the revolver on his waist, and shot the head of the fat mercenary's corpse.

"You must do this to deal with the lazy demon blood person,"

Vayne looked at it, laughed out loud, nodded:

"Okay. Let's move more quickly and leave more time to sleep."

The two began to plan to search for the spoils left to them by the fat mercenaries.

As a third-degree blood thawer, Fat Mercenary has a rich family background. His heavy mechanical grenade gun alone is valuable. On his cart, Vayne also found a number of ammunition and medicine resources and money, which was a great reward.

Unfortunately, the fat mercenary had no choice but to take away the big cart that looked very good.
Chapter completed!