Chapter 1098: Advance and Retreat

The person who crushed the steel ball was a middle-aged man wearing protective clothing and had gray-brown hair. However, judging from the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he was not young anymore. There was a hint of cruelty in his expression.

After hearing what the puppet said, his eyes became more dangerous. He smiled coldly, "I have it. If you want it, come and get it yourself."

The puppet held up its cane and stood up from its seat.

The gunmen behind the sheriff had been watching him vigilantly, but when they saw him move his pistols, they raised them one by one. The sheriff retreated carefully, as he could not intervene in this fight.

He didn't know why this blood staff suddenly became tough, but it didn't matter. Since he refused to admit defeat, he would teach him a lesson.

At most, he could just give him a little more money and solve the problem once and for all. So he said to the middle-aged man, "Get rid of him and I'll double the money!"

The middle-aged man was immediately satisfied when he heard him say this, and his slightly perfunctory look immediately turned serious.

The puppet ignored all this and after walking forward a few steps, suddenly leaped up and smashed down at the middle-aged man with a stick!
The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he saw his speed, because his speed was not slow and it seemed that he was really a third-level fighter. He became alert immediately. If that was the case, then doubling the speed would not be enough.

But the fight had already begun, so he could only ask for it later. He didn't carry any weapons, but he had two arm guards on his hands. At this time, he carefully estimated the opponent's strength and raised one arm to meet the attack.

The wooden stick hit the arm guard with a snap. The middle-aged man heard the sound of the arm guard breaking, and his arm sank involuntarily. He was suddenly shocked. How could such a strong force be used?

Obviously, it was not an ordinary cane, but an alien weapon wrapped with alien tissue!
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately leaned forward and tried to engage in close combat with the puppet. He was an immigrant from the Theocracy of Noros, and was best at wrestling. As long as he got close to the puppet, it would be his world.

However, just as he started to move, he felt his arm being pulled to the side. The puppet had just hit him with the handle of a stick, and the handle bent and hooked on his arm. At this moment, it was pulling outwards. The force from it was not too great, but it seemed to have calculated that he would rush forward, and it immediately moved his center of gravity.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat. He was experienced and knew that he had miscalculated. It would be unwise to resist now, so he immediately planned to roll outwards with the force. Since he couldn't get in now, he would retreat first and look for another opportunity.

However, just as he was exerting force, the pulling force from the cane suddenly disappeared, which made him very uncomfortable. The force he was originally preparing to roll over was a little less, so he had to adjust himself instinctively, and his body was obviously a beat slower.

While he made several mistakes in succession, the puppet kept moving according to his own rhythm. It took a step forward and kicked up. When the middle-aged man saw this, he instinctively contracted his waist and abdominal muscles, and protected his head and face with both hands, trying to withstand the blow. However, he did not expect the puppet to push him with one hand, and a force similar to a capturing force penetrated into him. His body felt numb and then the whole person flew into the air from where he was.

Just as he felt something was wrong, he saw the puppet also jump up on the spot, raise the cane in its hand, and suddenly drop it down. Then his head shook and he lost consciousness.

Everyone saw the middle-aged man's body fly up in just one round, and then he was hit on the back of the head by the handle of the crutch, which smashed his entire head into pieces. Then his headless body fell to the ground like a dead fish, with his torso and limbs still twitching.

After just a brief encounter, the middle-aged man was dealt with.

When the sheriff saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. At this time, the puppet looked at him, and he couldn't help but shudder. The gunmen behind him also became nervous. Under pressure, one of them fired a shot forward. This shot seemed to be a signal, and all the gunmen present fired at the figure, bang bang bang.

The sheriff secretly cried out that something was wrong and hurriedly ran towards the car. He originally wanted to get into the car, but he saw a figure slamming into the front window of the car, breaking the glass and splashing hot blood on his face. He was even more terrified, and quickly staggered forward a few steps and squatted behind the car.

The gunshots lasted for less than three or four seconds before they all stopped. He was breathing rapidly and his heart was pounding.

Then he saw one of his men take a few steps back, pass by him, and then fall to the ground on the side with a thud. His neck had been broken and his dilated pupils were looking at him.

His heart skipped a beat, and then he saw a shadow slowly appearing from the side of the car.

He gritted his teeth, stood up from behind the car, raised his hands and gave a flattering and kind smile.

"Mr. Blood Staff, I didn't ask them to shoot. They just acted on their own initiative. Hey, can we reconcile? I can give you all my things, including the nutritional cream. I have plenty of nutritional cream."

The puppet slowly approached with a cane covered in blood and other things, and asked, "Things?"

The sheriff immediately said, "In my house. Oh, in the car, there are some in the car, the last car, the car that Mr. Valerav was in. There are some in the car."

There was still a smile on his face, but the next moment, the puppet hit him with a cane, and his head exploded with a snap. His body shook twice and fell backwards.

The puppet shook off the liquid on his staff. Now that he had started, he would not hold back. As for whether this would trigger anything, he didn't want to think about it now and would wait and see.

Just this movement, all the clothes on his body and the shoes on his feet were damaged, but the protective clothing inside was still intact, so he stretched out his hand and simply tore off the tattered outer clothes, threw off the shoes, and walked barefoot towards the last car. At this moment, you can see that a lot of white gas is gushing out of his body, which is the release of heat in his body.

His alienated tissues are usually kept to a minimum, which can save energy and prolong his existence. However, when fighting against a strong opponent, a large amount of energy needs to be burst out in a short period of time, which will not only shorten his own existence, but also bring a very dangerous thing, that is, it is possible that the balance between the spirit and the body in the body cannot be maintained.

But this is what he had to do. He had to do it for survival, but he also had to find a way to maintain the center between the two in the long term. He didn't know the reason for doing this, but his instinct drove him to do so.

He came to the last car, opened the door, and his eyes fell on a small suitcase. After taking it out, he crushed the mechanical lock on the outside, opened the lid, and saw that it was filled with medicines and nutritional pastes, and from the labels, they were all high-end goods.

This was the reward that the sheriff had just given to the middle-aged man. It wasn’t even warm yet when it was handed over to him.

He took out a packet of nutritional paste, opened it and ate it. The medicine from the third limit quickly filled the hunger in his body.

The alienated tissues that had shown some signs of imbalance after the outbreak quickly returned to normal. As he opened another packet and ate more, more alienated tissues grew out and spread to various parts of the body, repairing and strengthening the newly damaged and weak parts.

At the same time he felt that he could exist longer.

But these are not enough.

He needs more challenges, more battles, more nutrients.

At this time he turned around and said, "I'm leaving." He just informed the children that he would leave whether they agreed or not.

After hearing this, some of the boys, girls and children present couldn't help crying, "Mr. Blood Staff, please don't abandon us."

"No!"

The young man stood up and said to everyone, "Mr. Bloodstick did the right thing. The sheriff is dead, and another fighter is dead. Central City will definitely send people. Mr. Bloodstick can't stay here any longer!
Besides, Mr. Bloodstick has helped us enough and taught us so many things. We can’t drag him down any longer. We have to rely on ourselves from now on.”

He paused, and then said to the crowd who were still sobbing and choking, "Let's help the gentleman pack his things."

Although these young men and women were very sad, the pressure of reality had already made them mature. They quickly cleaned up and tidied up the scene, and sorted out the useful things. They put the useful things in the trunk of the car next to the puppet, including some guns and bullets.

There were also careful people who saw that his clothes were torn, and immediately took out a set of clothes and shoes that had been prepared for him and handed them to him.

After the puppet was dressed, it looked at the young men, women and children, then suddenly walked to the side, picked up a few charcoal pencils from a box there, and started drawing on the wall.

All the girls and men present saw it. Those were extremely standard fighting stances, as well as specific methods of application and the required medicines.

After finishing these drawings, the puppet felt comfortable. He threw away the remaining charcoal in his hand, turned around and walked out. When he opened the car door, he paused slightly and looked back.

At this time, a childish voice was heard: "Goodbye, Mr. Blood Staff."

"Mr. Blood Staff, don't forget about us!"

"Goodbye Mr. Blood Staff, safe journey!"

Young voices were heard one after another.

The puppet heard it, and he knew that everyone seemed to need a name. Since everyone had to have one, he would call him Blood Staff. He got into the car, and as the low roar of the engine sounded, the headlights came on and the car started slowly. After turning around, it slowly drove away under the reluctant gazes of the young men and women.

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(End of this chapter)

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