Chapter 1097 Blood Species Accumulation
Chapter 1097 Blood Species Accumulation
The puppet doesn't know his own name, but others call him Blood Staff, because he always uses the staff he got from the town as a weapon.
Of course, this is only used when he is in hand-to-hand combat with others. Generally, in order not to waste energy, he chooses to use a gun directly. He will only directly engage in hand-to-hand combat with those who can dodge bullets flexibly or are not afraid of conventional weapons.
He walked up to the fat man and stopped. Although the latter had a smile on his face, he was a little nervous inside. His movements became a little unnatural and his smile was a little stiff.
Fortunately, according to his understanding, as long as others do not threaten the person in front of him and do not accept any additional commissions, this person will not attack others, and will not even say a word to you.
He snapped his fingers at this time, and someone immediately came up with a box and placed it in front of the puppet.
"According to your request, half is cash and the other half is high-energy nutrient paste. All of it comes from the central city. I guarantee it's good stuff."
The puppet picked up the suitcase and said, "Come to me next time." After saying this reluctantly, he left directly from here.
The armed men watched silently as he walked away with his back turned to them.
A trusted staff member came up to the bloated man and said, "Boss? We can hire him, and so can others. He is the only one, do you want him…"
The bloated man was tempted for a moment, but still shook his head, "Forget it, no one in this area can afford a higher price than us, and besides..." He smiled, "Someone will deal with him."
The puppet was carrying a box and walking on the street. There were bonfires on both sides of the street, and many gang members and drug addicts gathered there.
When they saw the puppet walking alone on the road, they immediately cast malicious looks at him. Some people were ready to make a move, but when they saw his expressionless face and the blood-soaked cane in his hand, their faces changed. Everyone stopped talking and tried to reduce their presence as much as possible.
Blood staff.
This is a name that makes them tremble. During this period, hundreds of gang members have fallen under this cane.
Moreover, any gang member who had a direct fight with this man was killed with one blow without exception, as if he had a special liking and pursuit for this method of execution.
The puppet walked across the wide street, pulled over a parked car, and drove it away under the pitiful and aggrieved gaze of its owner, a gang member.
Half an hour later, the vehicle arrived at the edge of the town, where there was an uninhabited three-story house. Because it was close to the desert and not on the main traffic road, there were only a few lonely houses, so usually no one came here.
Before the car arrived, a faint fire could be seen in the house. As the car approached, the fire went out.
The puppet pushed the door open and walked out of the car.
A cheer came from the abandoned houses and bushes on both sides of the street, "Mr. Blood Staff is back!"
"Mr. Bloodstick is back!"
At this moment, the streets and houses suddenly became more lively, and children and young boys and girls came out from the houses and every corner.
And several people quickly lit a bonfire in front of the door and added some fuel. Suddenly, the open space in front of the house became brighter, and the chill of late November was dispelled a little.
A slightly older young man wearing a peaked cap came up. The puppet glanced at him and handed the box to him.
The young man misjudged the weight of the box and dropped it on the ground as soon as he took it. His body was also tilted forward, but his eyes lit up, knowing that Mr. Blood Staff had made another big gain this time.
The puppet was relieved of a burden, so it walked to a repaired roadside seat and sat down silently without saying anything.
The other young men, women and children gathered around the campfire, warming themselves by the fire and whispering to each other. After he came back, it seemed that the place was no longer as cold and depressing as before, but instead had a rare warmth and stability.
The young man opened it and found that the contents were separated by two layers, the upper layer was full of banknotes, while the lower layer was full of high-energy nutrient paste sealed with a thick biological film.
He had seen such scenes many times before, and his breathing was no longer as rapid and excited as before. He immediately took the money from the box and put it away separately. At the same time, he sorted out the nutrients, packed them in bags, and delivered them to the puppet.
The puppet had no expression on its face. It just sat there without saying a word, appearing very cold.
The young man bowed to him and left.
He knew in his heart that although Mr. Blood Staff looked cold and unkind, he was actually a very good and kind person with a warm heart that no one could match.
Mr. Blood Staff distributed all the money he earned to them. He usually just drank some simple water and ate some unique nutritional paste, and was also willing to teach them how to practice fighting techniques.
In this town full of bastards and villains, only Mr. Bloodstick would do this. Otherwise, they would become consumables of the laboratory in less than a month, or simply be sold to various places by gangs. How could they fill their stomachs every day like now, have a sheltered place to live, and have a little flame of hope. The puppet did not touch the money. He wanted to save energy and did not want to run errands himself. With these children running errands, he could buy everything he needed. He did not need anything except daily necessities, so why did he use these children? Because these children were the first ones he met. It was that simple.
As for guidance, he only saw these kids training occasionally, and when they saw the crooked postures, for some reason, they couldn't help but want to correct them. But when they corrected them, new problems arose, and this cycle continued.
He picked up a bag of nutritional paste, opened it and started eating it.
When he saw him start to eat, the young man distributed dry food and bread to the group of boys, girls and children. After they finished eating, they started singing. The singing echoed in the lonely night and lingered above the campfire.
After the puppet finished two bags of nutritional paste in succession, he stopped. Currently, these nutritional pastes can only maintain daily activities. In order to allow the alienated tissue in the body to grow further, he needs more and higher quality nutrients.
And that's only in Central City.
At this time, a sharp whistle was heard in the distance. The young man stood up immediately, and then both boys and girls picked up the sticks and sharpened metal rods they carried with them. Although these young animals dared to show their tiny fangs to the strong enemy, they were also aware of their own weakness, so they wisely hid behind the shadows and cover.
The car lights came on at the corner, and a convoy drove over and stopped on the street. The car doors opened, and a line of people got out. It could be seen that many of them were gunmen. Behind the strong lights, the hot air coming out of their mouths and noses could be seen.
One of them looked at the puppet. He was wearing a coat and a top hat and looked to be the leader.
He walked over with his men, and when passing by the bonfire, someone beside him threw something into it. The bonfire exploded and rose higher, illuminating everything around it.
It can be seen that the person who came was a man in his forties with a friendly smile on his face. The young man hiding in the dark suddenly became nervous because he recognized that this was the sheriff of the town.
The sheriff came to a place about five or six meters away from the puppet and stood still, with his hands in his coat pockets, and said slowly to the latter:
"Mr. Blood Staff, I have heard of your reputation. You have received a lot of business recently, but your behavior has caused chaos in the town's public security. We hope that you will restrain yourself and leave here on your own accord."
The puppet sat there motionless.
The sheriff smiled. He had to thank Mr. Bloodstick. The local gangs had been almost wiped out, and the largest remaining gang was controlled by his wife's brother.
The town's underground business now belongs to them, so they have to ask this guy to leave.
Some people said that this was a third-level fighter, which made him doubtful.
Would a third-level fighter hide in such a small place? People like that would be honored wherever they went. And they asked someone to check, and the injuries on the bodies of those who were beaten to death were not the same as those shown by third-level fighters.
But even if it was true, he was not afraid, because the person sitting in the car behind him was his safety.
Although the price of hiring this person is very expensive and is calculated by the hour, which makes him feel distressed, it is worth it for safety.
After waiting for a while, he saw that the puppet didn't respond at all, and even its sitting posture didn't change. His eyes became sharp and his expression became impatient.
"If you don't want to leave, then we have no choice but to ask you to leave."
He looked around and said, "You don't want to see these cute children get hurt, do you?"
He had investigated beforehand. Although the Blood Staff was very powerful, he was actually a kind-hearted person. He spent almost all of his money on these children. Good people are good, but good people also have weaknesses.
The puppet remained silent. The sheriff smiled, thinking he had him under control. "That's it, then." He signaled his men to take the children away, so that they would be guaranteed safety.
The gunmen under his command immediately rushed forward. At this time, a voice came from the back, "Mr. Blood Staff, don't worry about us, kill these bad guys!"
A steel ball shot out of a slingshot and shot towards the sheriff, but before it reached him, it was grabbed by a big hand with a snap, and slowly kneaded, and finally turned into crumbs and fell down.
The puppet didn't react at first, but after seeing this action, it suddenly raised its head, looked at the owner of the hand, and said, "Do you have any nutritional cream?"
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(End of this chapter)