It’s a Scribble Eye

"Because...I don't want to live anymore."

Brock chuckled and answered casually.

His casual attitude led to Woft's demise.

Without the support of top combat power, no matter how strong the cooperative combat ability of Wolf's personnel is, it cannot withstand the crushing of orange's firepower.

Woft was supposed to be the hardest to deal with, but because of Bullock's negative treatment, they lost their chance of winning.

Looking at the personnel who fell down Woft, Brock still stood calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Brock's behavior confused Xiao Yang, "Aren't you going to help?"

Bullock shrugged. "I can't help. Snake is pointing a knife at me."

This is an excuse.

When Snake was patted on the shoulder by Xiao Yang, he was reflexively dumbfounded.

At that moment, Bullock had every opportunity to dodge.

But Brock didn't move, just waiting to die silently.

If Snake has a strong desire to survive, Brock is the exact opposite.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

Xiao Yang asked tentatively.

"Can I ask for some wine?"

Brock didn't answer directly. He looked into the distance and followed his line of sight to go to West Street.

Although the West Street was half destroyed after the explosion of Baibingzhixing, many bars were still preserved.

"Let's go."

Xiao Yang said.

Bullock just left.

Behind him, Woft was gradually engulfed by the Mithril Libra...

...

It's still daytime, and the bar is a bit empty, just right for chatting.

There was a lot of wine on the table, and Brock poured it bottle by bottle.

While drinking, he also looked at Xiao Yang, "Would you like to come?"

"I think you need to talk to me first."

Xiao Yang advised.

Xiao Yang doesn't care about the wine money.

Anyway, after Fox was swallowed by him, this area belonged to him.

Xiao Yang was afraid that Brock would drink high and become unconscious, so he would gain nothing.

"What's the hurry? I'm dying, and you're dying too. We should have a good time while we're still alive."

Bullock laughed.

Xiao Yang didn't like his negative smile, "I have no plans to kill you at the moment. Besides, I won't die either."

"You set up the Mithril Libra and take away Fox and Woft. This behavior is no different from killing."

Seeing that Xiao Yang didn't respond, Brock chuckled again, "Do you know who supported Fox and Wolf?"

"Dark Reunion and the Grizzlies. Behind the Grizzlies, there's a Freedom Club."

"Huh?!" It was Brock's turn to be surprised. He thought that the person who formed the Mithril Libra was a new rude man in Mithril Town, but now it seems that this is not the case, "I know you still..."

"It's none of your business, you just need to answer my question."

After staring at Xiao Yang for a while, Brock took a sip of his drink and suppressed other emotions, "What do you want to know?"

"First of all, what's the matter with you?"

"I?"

"What? Don't want to say?"

"The dying person, what else is there to say."

After speaking, Brock glanced at Xiao Yang and unbuttoned his shirt.

Brock's behavior shocked Xiao Yang.

Just talk, why don't you take off your clothes? Could it be that this "dying man" wants to have fun in time?

But after the shirt was opened, Xiao Yang understood Bullock's intention.

On the location of the heart on Brock's chest, there is a precision instrument that looks similar to Iron Man's Ark Reactor.

However, there is no ice blue glare on it, only one or two dark Arabic numerals "17".

"what is this?"

"The prisoner's shackles of the Freedom Association. To explain it more generally, freedom will control the supernatural criminals and use the supernatural technology limiter for themselves. Through surgery, the freedom will bring this thing near the prisoner's heart to control the prisoner's life. The Freedom Association can remotely detonate the prisoner's shackles, dismantle them indiscriminately, and the prisoner's shackles will explode directly. Then, my current identity is the 'Prisoner No. 17' of the Freedom Association."

"Prisoner 17?"

"Before that, you have to figure out the composition of grizzly bears. There are two types of people in grizzly bears. Some people have prisoner shackles on their bodies. They are supernatural criminals arrested by the Freedom Association. These people are driven by the Freedom Association to this place. Bian was the cannon fodder and was called prisoner by the Liberty Association. The other people were the Liberty Association's own people. To distinguish, we prisoners used to call the Liberty Association's people prison guards. The grizzly was actually controlled by the prison guards. The authority to detonate the prisoner's shackles is in the hands of the top officials of the Freedom Association."

"Are you a criminal? What did you do before you were arrested by the Freedom Society?"

Bullock took a sip of wine and laughed, a bitter smile.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yang asked suspiciously, "What? Is it inconvenient to say?"

"Woft is gone, that idiot Ped finds out and will kill me. I'm dying anyway, so there's nothing inconvenient to say."

"You mean that Captain Pedder? Our Mithril Libra has sent him on his way."

"Haha, this is really good news." Brock was so excited, he took a sip, and then said, "I'm a thief."

"Are the laws at the Freedom Association that strict? Exile for stealing?"

"Well, I'm special. Before I was arrested, I was a mercenary. I partnered with my younger brother. Both of us are from the element system, so melee combat is a bit difficult. To make up for this shortcoming, I came up with the idea of ​​six free skills."

Free six skills? !

Xiao Yang thought to himself, this guy is really fat.

"Freedom Six Skills" is a secret of the Freedom Association. Brock actually came up with the idea of ​​"Freedom Six Skills". No wonder he was thrown here as cannon fodder.

"Why don't you steal the Lingquan style?" Xiao Yang couldn't help but complain.

"I thought about it, but I heard that the Spirit Fist is much more difficult to learn than the Six Free Skills, so I gave up."

Well, feeling a little "flame dragon breath", Xiao Yang was truly convinced.

"A year ago, our brothers were arrested, they installed prisoner shackles on us, and sent us to the lawless city to perform a mission." Block continued.

"Illegal City? Isn't it Mithril Town?"

"I was transferred to Mithril Town only recently. The higher the prisoner number, the stronger the strength. I am No. 17, and I am considered an elite among the prisoners. The elite naturally uses key places. Although I am shackled by the Freedom Association, But my brother and I were fine in the lawless city, until recently..."

Brock paused for a while, gave himself another sip, and then looked at Xiao Yang, "You know that behind the Grizzlies is the Freedom Association, and its identity is not ordinary. Then I ask you, do you know why the Freedom Association was established in an illegal city. Grizzly?"

"Resources? Or training?"

"Resources? With that little resource in the lawless city, how could freedom be attracted to it. Training? Indeed, the actual combat in the lawless city will help the group of 'prison guards' grow. But the real goal of the freedom society is the reunion of darkness and the ancient. "

"Dark Reunion and Ancient?!"

Xiao Yang remembered the report~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To be precise, it was the beast transformation technology that enhanced the ability user in the dark reunion, and the ancient mysterious power that could awaken ordinary people to their abilities. "

Xiao Yang is already familiar with the transformation of beasts, but this ancient is too strong!

Awakens ordinary people with powers? ! Isn't that mass-producing abilities? !

"Recently, the dark reunion has suffered personnel losses. The Grizzlies saw this opportunity and sent my brother and I to sneak into the minaret where the dark reunion is located..."

The minaret he spoke of was the three minarets, the iconic building in the lawless city.

Three spires stand in the middle of the lawless city, one for each faction.

"I didn't expect the dark reunion garrison to still be strong, so our mission failed. I escaped, my brother didn't get out in the stipulated time, and those **** 'prison guards' detonated the prisoner's shackles on my brother's body ! "

Speaking of which, a trace of hatred flashed in Brock's eyes, which were clouded by the drink...