Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 582 583. Gangster

The witchers are experts at searching for traces, and they have obtained the original directions of action of the remaining six search teams last night.

So I started searching along this clue.

Clues emerged quickly.

On the first route, Lan En and the other three discovered the cavalry of the refugee group who were out looking for supplies. Their bodies were lying unobstructed beside the road.

As members of the Nilfgaardian forces, they certainly don't have to cover up their traces, because who else in Cintra is more powerful than them now?

Therefore, Lan En and the other three were able to see the unscrupulous style of that group of special forces.

"He was dragged to death."

Lan En knelt down and looked at the corpse's boots.

There was a broken rope tied to the ankle of the boot.

"The group of people tied him with a rope and then ran wildly. In less than 150 meters, the man's face was rubbed off."

"It seems that he is not very good at controlling his position. If he lands on his butt, he can survive a little longer."

Gerd said on the horse, while Geralt on the other horse shook his head and rejected his statement.

"I think he is very good at controlling his position, so he can move easily to face a group of torturers who take pleasure in torture. Living longer will only make them more excited."

"Yeah." Gerd mumbled and scratched his bearded chin, "That makes sense."

Although he could grow a beautiful beard, he always shaved it all off because he was too lazy to take care of it.

But now, he has not had the chance to care about the hair on his face for several weeks.

The guys who dragged the cavalry on the ground to death came back on horseback to take a look after the rope was broken, confirming that the 'toy' was indeed dead.

So the bloody horse hoof prints were left behind.

Lan En stood up from the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it on his hands, wiping off the blood on his gloves.

In the eyes of the three demon hunters, the cat-like pupils began to shrink at the same time.

Then, a bright red horse hoof print appeared in their eyes on the road.

"Don't go on the road, go back to the woods on the side of the road."

Lann turned away from the road, and Geralt and Gerd followed him on horseback.

"My vision is farther than yours. You can see clearly in the forest. Just follow me."

"That's great. At least you won't run into a Nilfgaardian patrol." Gerd muttered, and Geralt nodded.

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Keep following the road and you will reach a fork.

A small hotel is built at this fork in the road. In normal times, this hotel will take care of every traveler on the road to Sintra, providing them with hot water and rest.

The royal family of Sintra sometimes gave subsidies to this hotel to help them maintain the existence of this hotel to facilitate the flow of pedestrians on the road and the circulation of goods and economy.

And now, a wooden truck is parked within the fence of the hotel. The painted slogans on it can no longer be clearly seen. Only the silhouette of a man holding a razor is still clear, which makes people know that this is a barber's mobile work truck. .

The owner of the work truck is currently huddled next to his wheel, looking like he wants to hug the wheel that is still stained with dog feces, bird droppings, and mud.

He was frightened.

In the hotel, most of the ugly and dirty but durable tables and chairs were messy and fell apart, lying on the wooden floor of the room.

Only the bar and a few chairs were left intact, and two people were sitting on the bar, taking out beers to quench their thirst.

The scabbard on a man's waist was empty, but there was a bloody sword on the bar. The other person didn't seem to draw his sword or exercise strenuously, so he drank beer slowly.

The sound of boots stepping into the mud could be heard outside the hotel. The two people on the bar first tensed up their bodies at the same time, and then relaxed at the same time.

Because they can tell who is coming from the footsteps.

"What did you do?"

Before the people outside came in, his voice came in.

Then the man gulping beer at the bar lifted a delicate paint can on the table and raised it behind him.

"It's not a big deal, boss. How about some of this first?"

His eyes were blurred and scattered, with a strange light, and his body movements were as fast as convulsions.

His gift was accepted.

A man wearing a soft cloth hat came in from the door, and behind him was a woman wearing a soft cloth hat as a scarf hanging around her neck.

The man in the cloth hat looked at the blood on the ground and the faded traces of sawdust. Someone had obviously dragged the body, and the end point was the door next to it.

It's not a big deal.

He poured some white powder from the jar and applied it to his gums with his finger. Then he looked like a man with blood on his sword.

Anesthetic powder, a kind of 'good stuff' that makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

"What have you done, Herris?"

The man in the cloth hat asked in a confused tone.

"It's no big deal." The man with the unsheathed sword on the bar replied.

"We met the 'Tusk Rats' here. They made rude remarks, and Brass killed all six of them. I didn't draw my sword. If you want to cause trouble, go to him."

The "Langtooth Rats" are a gangster who has become somewhat famous in the neighborhood after the war began.

War will make life difficult for most people, but gangsters who have broken free from the shackles of order are not among them.

Although the food and drink conditions are a bit worse than before, the gangsters don't care too much. As long as they have a free life and a sufficient amount of anesthetic powder, they will be in paradise.

And it’s different from refugees struggling to survive. Gangsters who have taken too much narcotic powder are mostly like a group of crazy kids without any brains. One day is a day to be wild.

Brass, whose sword was stained with blood, laughed hoarsely.

Anyone who understands can tell at a glance that the powerful narcotic makes him feel happy. "Yes, kill one to serve as a warning to others, so there will be blood on the ground."

His nonchalant look made it impossible for anyone to imagine that he had just killed a notorious gangster by himself in just a few minutes.

Moreover, this group of people only wore a leather vest and no other protection. Obviously, they did not achieve this by relying on the armor's performance.

Blas said in a boastful tone, "Others immediately became honest, even if the boss here was cursing just a moment ago. This is called terrorism!"

"Oh, so this is called terrorism." The man in the cloth hat thought, his eyes still staring at the blood stains on the ground. "What about the innkeeper? Where is his wife? Where is their son? This is a rare resting point on this road. , the army also needs it, if it is paralyzed, you two can stay here as cooks for me!"

"No." Blas rinsed his sword blade with beer, and the sword was as clear as new.

"I'm not stupid, so why kill people who are doing business honestly? We kill people to make money, and then use the money to buy enjoyment. What kind of stupid ass would kill the people who provide us with enjoyment?"

"Look, I even saved a barber from a 'tusked rat'!"

"Terrorism," Brass narrowed his shining eyes and sucked in the snot that flowed from his nose, "we conquered this hotel with it! Emperor Emhyr conquered the world, and we conquered this shabby house. But the principles are the same!”

"It doesn't matter if they are different. Anyway, as long as you don't forget, Emperor Emhyr pardoned us from the cell, what is the purpose of equipping us with this equipment, and what are the consequences of failing to accomplish the purpose."

The man in the cloth hat muttered as he poured some more anesthetic powder into his hand.

"I don't want him dancing on my tombstone."

Thanks to Anyanzhixin and Ximen Chuishui for the 100-point reward!