Chapter 1218: The journey gradually became clear

Not long after, the puppet appeared in front of the old man and the mercenary members.

"Boss? Boss!"

"Boss, are you okay?"

Everyone was happy to see him back, but when they saw that his clothes were tattered, they were shocked and surrounded him.

Brother Xuan said, "Quick, find another set of clothes for the boss."

The puppet's original clothing was a high-quality protective suit bought when doing a commission in the central city, and it remained unscathed in many third-limit battles.

But this time, it could not withstand the attack from the opponent and the intensity of his own movement, and was almost torn to pieces.

When he was looking for clothes later, Brother Xuan asked with concern: "Boss, did you encounter any difficult enemies?"

He had never seen his boss like this before. At the same time, he and everyone present noticed that the blood staff that had always been in his boss's hand and made him famous was missing.

This made them jump in their hearts, and someone couldn't help asking: "Yes, Boss, where is your cane?"

The old man also felt something was amiss and asked, "Is this... Did we run into that giant wolf again?"

But then I thought, it doesn't make sense. The last time, the blood staff easily caught the wolf. Could it be that this time, it encountered something new? Did it encounter a more powerful creature from the fusion land, or did someone else also take a fancy to that area?

The puppet looked at everyone and said, "I met the fighter."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked. The old man straightened up and looked at him in doubt: "You, you fought with him?"

He immediately crouched down and looked around, while the others almost jumped up on the spot, drew their weapons, looked around, and took a guarded stance.

"Boss, where is the person? Is he following us?" Brother Xuan was also extremely nervous.

"Boss, you go first and we'll cover your rear!"

"Yes, remember to avenge us!"

The puppet tore off his clothes, took a protective suit from the bald woman, put it on, and put on a windbreaker. He said: "I beat him to death."

After hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to suspect that they had heard it wrong.

"Old, boss?"

The bald woman looked at the puppet's calm eyes, smiled, put down the gun in her hand, and said in a raised voice: "Didn't you hear? The boss killed the man!"

Brother Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he grinned, "Boss, hey, you are worthy of being the boss!"

The others also put down their guns with lingering fear, and then they all became happy, obviously believing it firmly.

"What are you crazy about? How is this possible?"

The old man shouted at this time.

He didn't believe at all that the fighter was beaten to death. In his opinion, it was possible that the puppet had indeed encountered that person, but was just lucky and was not beaten to death.

That's just a lie I told to save face. It's ok to say it behind closed doors, but do you really believe it?!

At this moment, the Blood Staff Mercenaries suddenly turned their heads to look at the head. The scene was a little weird. The old man shrank his neck and said with a guilty conscience: "What are you doing?"

The bald woman said faintly, "The boss doesn't joke, and he never jokes."

"Yes, whatever the boss says is true. If he says someone was beaten to death, then that person must have been beaten to death by the boss!"

At this time, they couldn't help but think of a question. Only a fighter can defeat a fighter. Besides, the one guarding this hunting ground is said to be a famous fighter. So, could it be possible that...

Everyone looked at the puppet eagerly.

Brother Xuan took the first two steps and said excitedly: "Boss, is it true, are you also a fighter?"

The puppet looked back at him, fastened the last button on his windbreaker, and then nodded in response to everyone's gaze.

Everyone cheered immediately, the sound almost blew away all the leaves on the roof, and scared some of the surrounding creatures away.

The puppet turned to the old man and said, "You can go and harvest what you need."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The old man shook his head repeatedly, saying he didn't believe anything. Brother Xuan walked up to him and grabbed his collar, "Damn it, old man, come with us, whatever the boss says is what it is!"

He dragged the old man onto the horse, almost tying him up, and then rushed towards that area. When they arrived at the end of the place, they couldn't help but pause.

The first thing that came into view was the devastated site, with broken trees and deep gullies everywhere, all of which proved that this place had just experienced a battle beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Then they saw the body with its head split.

Even if a person is dead, one can still feel the deterrent power from his extraordinary body shape and strong muscles.

The mercenaries couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

This is a fighter. Although they have seen him from afar before, his aura and oppression made it difficult for them to breathe at that time, but now this person is lying in front of them like a dead pig.

This made him realize that fighters could also be beaten to death.

When the old man came here, he was very desperate for a while. He felt that he was definitely finished. He didn't know what evil he had believed in to find such a crazy team, a crazy leader, and crazy team members.

However, at this moment, he was staring blankly, his mouth slowly opening wider, until a gust of dust blew into his mouth and he couldn't help coughing, ending this state.

The members of the mercenary group couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw him like this. They still remembered that the old man had a very venomous mouth and a very unpleasant temper, so they all started to mock and ridicule him.

The old man didn't care about this at all. After being stunned for a while, he rolled off the horse and then crawled forward. He put the two halves of the fighter's head together and took a look. "Yes, it's really you. Are you really dead?"

"Hahaha……"

He laughed like a madman, "You're dead? You're finally dead! You deserve this day! Hahahaha..."

As he laughed, tears came out of his eyes. Then he shook his broken head and hit his forehead, not caring that the blood and brain matter inside would stain his face and hands. It seemed that he was full of hatred for the fighter.

Brother Xuan said, "Hey, old man, what's going on? Do you still have a grudge against this fighter? Who is he?"

The old man wiped his face, put the body on the ground, stood up slowly, and said in a cold tone: "His name is Semiotra, from the Bian Strait, and he is a fighter employed by the Hesse Laboratory of the New Light Church.

At the beginning, there was a technological competition between Hesse's laboratory and the laboratory I belonged to. We were the first to achieve the results and released them in advance. We thought we won, but Hesse's laboratory later said that we stole the technology.

Not long after that, there was an explosion during our experiment. I was sick at the time and was not there, but my colleagues, my daughter and son-in-law were there...

Later, someone approached me and asked me to plead guilty to technology theft. At that time, I was already exhausted and filled with fear, but I eventually went against my conscience and agreed to all the conditions under their coercion.”

He took a deep breath, "But even so, they still don't intend to let me go. My youngest son is a well-known fighter. He was deliberately attacked by Ultra's apprentice in a challenge match, causing brain damage and serious impact on his intelligence.

Moreover, he signed the donation agreement of the alienated organization without any autonomy, which was torn apart by them. In the end, they only left me with a cold donation certificate.

After that, they used layers of administrative bans and industry blockades to prevent me from ever returning to my original field. I had no choice but to join a marginal laboratory, doing some low-level work and living like a rat. All the things that belonged to me in the past were cruelly trampled and taken away by them. ”

Is this old man so miserable?
The mercenaries looked at him with some sympathy, but they were not surprised by what Hesse's laboratory did, because in this world, such things are everywhere.

The old man smiled and looked at the puppet. "I didn't expect that Ultra died here, died in your hands? Good death, good death! I was right to invite you."

At this time, a member of the mercenary group asked with some concern: "Fighters are all from important backgrounds. Boss, did you kill this person? Will there be any sequelae?"

"Aftereffects? The person is dead, what aftereffects can there be?"

The old man sneered, and looked at Blood Staff with burning eyes, "Mr. Blood Staff, are you interested in Hesse Laboratory?

Now that Ultra is dead, they will definitely hire a fighter. You can inherit all of this. I believe they will give you the hunting ground and the benefits of the laboratory as long as you join. "

As for the fact that you killed Ultra, even if they knew, what would it matter? No one would blame you. The rules of the Blending Land are so cruel. No one cares who lives and who dies. Only the winner takes all. It is natural for you to take everything from him."

The puppet said in a calm tone: "Go pick the remaining mutant plants, and remember to give me the remaining money."

The old man was startled.

Then he chuckled, "I understand, I understand." He turned and walked towards the area. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Anyway, I owe you one, and I will pay it back."

The puppet ignored him. He was feeling the alienated tissue in his body becoming abnormally active at this moment. It seemed that because his spirit had been awakened, a certain amount of energy was continuously flowing into his body from outside, replenishing the energy loss.

He saw clearly that what was at work was an almost imperceptible purple mist, but because of this, the strength of his body and spirit were now like being on the bumpy waves.

Now, he needs to maintain that balance all the time. It seems that if he is not careful, it will be directly broken, leading to his self-collapse.

……

(End of this chapter)

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