Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The mine leader weighed his feet and hung an old lantern on the top of the wooden pole.

Being bored, he just wiped the lampshade again.

Unknown grease burned in the lamp holder, and black smoke poured out from the broken glass cover, mixing with the fog.

This small lamp can only emit a weak light and is more like a beacon than illumination.

——Tell the miners that the mined ore will be sent here.

Not far away, the miners on Qingyang Street were working with pickaxes and clanking clang. From time to time, they threw the knocked down ore into the dustpan basket behind them, waiting for the workers who collected and transported the ore to record the amount for each of them, and then put the ore into the basket. take away.

The person responsible for this work was a new young miner.

Judging from his reported age, he can only be regarded as a teenager.

The miner named Xiao Huo was not only literate and numeral, but also very diligent. He didn't feel tired at all when working. He even took the initiative to sign up for the night shift without stopping for a moment.

Good physical strength is one thing, but the key point is the spirit of fighting without caring about gains and losses!

I don’t know who I learned it from.

The miner was very satisfied, especially when he saw that the profit share given to him by the gang had increased again.

He was able to get into the middle level of the Qingyang Gang and be responsible for part of the financial and tax revenue because of countless little guys like this.

Just as he was thinking about it, the miner named Xiao Huo slowly approached from a distance with a tall backpack.

The wooden trunk was filled with iron ore. Anyone who saw it would unconsciously imagine that the huge trunk was crushing the young man.

But this was just an illusion, he was walking steadily.

"Leave it here."

The mine head was amazed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

If only the people who worked for them realized exactly how capable they are, they would complain about how little they get.

"Boss, is our boss here?" Xiao Huo put down his backpack and relaxed his shoulders while talking.

Everyone privately calls the leader of Qingyang Street the boss, even though there are two.

"I came here once when we first started working." The mine manager responded casually, "But I left again not long after I came here."

The mine head was also a bit strange. The leader inspected the area and left immediately, quite in a hurry.

It's like he doesn't want to stay here any longer.

But the mine is not a good place to begin with, and it's such a dark night. Who would rather stay here than in bed.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done, go back quickly." The mine manager chased Xiao Huo away, "I just wanted to be lazy."

"Hey." Huo Buyang responded and walked towards the mining site again.

Um--

The mine head glanced at the ore in the back box.

Another big sum.

Then he passed out.

For some reason, Huo Buyang, who had already left, turned back.

‘Brother Lu. ’ he said softly.

'Um. ’ Lu Meng, dressed in black, stood beside the fallen mine head.

He took the thick cleaver from his back and put it aside, then moved his shoulders and put the back box full of iron ore on his back.

‘Is it really okay? ’ Xiao Huo was a little worried.

It's not that he's afraid that Brother Lu won't be able to carry the ore, Lu Meng is much more relaxed now than he is.

But what he's going to do next...

‘It’s okay, go back quickly. ’ Lu Meng took off the ten hands hanging from his waist and threw them to Huo Buyang, ‘You should be careful. ’

Under the cover of darkness, carrying such a weapon for self-defense is less conspicuous and easier to conceal.

'Um. ’

There is a cool feeling on the handle, which is a reassuring touch.

Before leaving, Huo Buyang took another look and found that Lu Meng seemed to think that the ore was not heavy enough, so he also carried the unconscious mine head on his shoulders...

He shook his head with a smile and trotted back to the mine where he was working.

"Why did it take you so long?" Aping patted Xiao Huo on the shoulder and asked with concern: "Is that bitch giving you trouble?"

They old miners all know that the mine head is not a good thing.

On weekdays, it’s okay to beat and scold the supervisors. Like the previous incidents where bone dogs attacked workers, in his territory, this man remained silent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

A Ping had been on leave for a long time to recuperate, and the mine boss also looked unhappy, secretly trying to take the opportunity to deduct his wages.

Obviously wages are paid on a daily basis, but if Aping doesn't work, he won't be able to get it.

"It's okay," Huo Buyang said perfunctorily, "I was just lazy for a while."

"Just be lazy, don't work so hard when you have nothing to do." A Ping felt relieved when he saw that it was not the fault of the mine boss.

This time he came to work the night shift because he was worried about the child.

In addition to the first treatment for the injury, Aping also went to the old doctor for a review. The injury was completely healed, leaving no root cause except scars.

The old doctor saved his life, but he didn't understand anything about medical treatment, so he could only try his best to take care of other things.

I just don’t know why my woman has some objections to him working the night shift.

Aping himself was quite happy to be able to help a little.

…

Lu Meng carried a box and people on his back, avoiding the gang members on patrol.

They are all added to the night shift.

The increased weight limits the body's flexibility and range of motion, which will reduce the effect of stealth and make it impossible to pass behind the enemy in a swagger.

This made Lu Meng more careful than before.

With the cover of darkness and fog, no one would find him again after he was out of the range of lights and torches.

That is to say.

Lu Meng successfully kidnapped a mine head and a box of ore...

Although this is just a "sandbag" used to increase the weight.

All the way down.

He could feel the upgrade progress of [Strength] and [Physique] slowly increasing.

Lu Meng looked back at the mine.

A few lights were like stars or fireflies, shining through the fog.

It's not obvious, and you can see the designer's restraint.

But it is light after all.

Coupled with the clanging sound of chiseling in the mine...

If it goes on for a long time, it will be strange if it doesn’t attract something.

for example……

‘This thing! ’

Lu Meng swung his knife and chopped off a fog man who suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

Before it could stabilize its body and let out that iconic cry, Lu Meng's next blow followed closely.

To be honest, now his strength is much stronger than these ordinary fog people.

It's just that now he is carrying a load of iron ore and a person on his back. He is really not flexible enough. Every movement and every reaction is several times more difficult than before.

Not only were the first few blows easily blocked by the opponent's iron rod, but after Wu Ren recovered, he gradually began to hit Lu Meng under pressure.

But that's his purpose.

Only in this way can the training effect be achieved.

Under Fog Man's offensive, the long sword was blocked from left to right, and finally a stick escaped, and the iron weapon went straight to Lu Meng's face.

Feeling the strong wind pressing against his forehead, Lu Meng turned to one side.

Bang!

There was a faint sound of the iron rod hitting the flesh, and the faint sound of the bones breaking.

at the same time.

"Humph...uh." The miner on Lu Meng's shoulder let out a muffled groan and fell into a deeper coma.

Lu Meng had just turned him towards Fog Man and blocked the blow.

The mine head also received a solid blow.

Lu Meng's shoulders sank under the force, but while the iron rod was still stuck to his body, he swung his knife and slashed diagonally from the side of the waist, splitting the fog man into two pieces.

He stepped forward and crushed its throat as it tried to scream.

After just one battle, Lu Meng felt a layer of hot sweat on his body and his forearms were a little sore.

It shows that the harvest is not small.

He took the opportunity to check on the miner's injuries.

Not fatal yet.

That's good.

Lu Meng had no plans to feed him to Fog Man yet.

This injury will not only create a need for medical treatment, but also explain why the mine disappeared tonight.

And tell those people that the Fog Man is real.

Rather than using the miners' lives to prove it, it would be better for them to experience it themselves.

Lu Meng continued to carry the mine head and the ore on his back, looking around the mine in a circle, constantly expanding the area to find the next target for sparring.