Steel steam and flame

"In this period, women like you are the best luxury goods no matter which army they are in. It is not easy to catch you. Now is the time to collect the benefits."

The chariot drove all the way to the other side of the mountain range, and the black shadow gradually pressed down. The chariot stopped beside some boulders that had rolled down the hillside. The woman in the back seat was still struggling. She was very young. Sweat had accumulated dust on her face, but it could not cover her face that looked very satisfied. The figures of the surgeons, both men and women, are mostly in very good shape. Among ordinary people, women probably belong to the category of top models.

The woman squirmed backwards again, trying to put as much distance between herself and Swasey as possible. It was all in vain, after all, the entire chariot was only so big. After punching the woman hard in the stomach, Swousy took off his upper body clothes, revealing skin with red marks from the battle just now.

Seeing the woman coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Swasey stretched out his hand to grab the woman's chin and pulled her face closer: "Be obedient and quiet, and you won't feel so painful. Do you think it will be over this time?" Don't be too naive. I can guarantee that even if the bones of the other two people are gone, you will still live well. There are still many people stationed here. They can't leave here for more than half a year. Smoking and drinking are not allowed. Satisfy them again. Learn to obey, and when this war is over, maybe you can still survive and survive well."

As he spoke, Sworthy stretched out his other hand to touch the woman. The woman twisted her body, her eyes full of fear: "My brother will not let you go!" This is all the woman can do now without any threat. if. Swousy seemed to like this set, and this feeling made him feel even more excited.

"It seems you still can't learn it. I can teach you slowly later." Swousy said with a smile. His movements were very slow and not in a hurry. "First of all, let's learn how to take off clothes..."

His head turned to the side in an instant, and Sworthy's eyes flashed with red cross pupils, but he still could not avoid the tactical knife that suddenly stabbed him from the side. The thing that should have been stabbed straight into his ear, now started from the ear and pulled the knife across his face, making a wound on the bridge of his nose before cutting it empty.

But the tactical knife didn't stop there. The blade curved at a right angle and stabbed him hard in the chest. The speed became faster, and Sworthy jumped violently. When he jumped out of the chariot, the blade had been pulled from his neck to his abdomen. Under the splash of sparks, a long wound appeared on Sworthy's body. The skin rolled up, and under the blood flowing out, alloy pieces of various shapes and sizes could be seen embedded in Sworthy's body. The tactical knife only broke the skin and left a delicate scratch on the alloy pieces.

After jumping off the chariot, Swasey instinctively shouted "Who?" No one responded. After he regained his footing, he immediately turned around, drew out his dagger, and looked around the chariot. The headlights were still on, but there was nothing in the diffuse light except the figure of the woman.

Expanding his senses, Sworthy's face was twitching. Not caring about wiping the blood off his face, Sworthy was alert to everything around him, his head slowly turned, and his steps moved back little by little, leaving the area covered by the chariot's lights. The next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the direction of the back vest was felt, and Sworthy's whole body shivered, as if all the metal parts in his body were emitting their original temperature at this moment.

Swansey instinctively squatted down, but the warm palms were firmly on his neck at this moment. Without thinking, he stabbed the sword behind him with his backhand. He was caught midway, and with a crisp sound, Swousy couldn't believe that his wrist was so easily broken by the enemy. His body was dragged backwards, and then with a dull roar, a knee with huge force, almost at the same time as Sworthy's attack, hit the spine of his waist hard.

There were several "cracks" in succession, and Sworthy's abdomen suddenly burst after a moment of bulging. The alloy plate embedded inside tore through the skin and poked out, revealing the bloody tips of several dislocated ribs. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. When Sworthy raised his other hand and clenched his fist, something was activated. The densely packed sharp blades spread out from under the skin and pounded the unknown enemy behind him with his fist. .

It only hit the air, and Sworthy tried to use his strength to break free, but the spine in his waist was broken, and his lower body completely lost feeling, and he was not under any control at all. He wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly, and reached out for the hand that grabbed his neck with his hand that was densely packed with sharp edges. But just as he reached over his shoulder, a tactical knife pierced the palm of his hand, and directly knocked an alloy plate on the back of his hand away more than ten meters.

The tactical knife immediately rotated once, and then moved along the bone gaps in the palm of the hand in an extremely familiar manner. At that time, the technique of an outstanding surgeon was like that of a chief chef in a top hotel. When Sworthy felt the pain and pulled back his hand, half of his palm had been shaved off.

"Ah, ah ah,, help,, help,, vomit..." His throat was slightly broken, and his voice was completely covered by the uncontrollable blood. Swousy was very scared. He wanted to shout for help, but he could only Makes a small sound that cannot be clearly distinguished. The squeezing feeling in his throat became more and more intense. Without paying too much attention, Swasey crossed his hands and struck up and down, hoping to loosen the hand holding his neck. But the sound like metal knocking caused by the collision made him even more desperate.

"Don't...let go...I..." His hands kept beating, and Sworthy's bleeding face turned red, and his cross-shaped pupils became wavering.

"I can... help..., uh..." The tactical knife did not hear a word, and then stabbed through Sworthy's head from the ear. His two hands were powerless after a brief pause. It fell and hung upside down on both sides of the body. The cross-shaped pupils lost color, and the expression quickly drained from the eyes, being filled with the blackness of the night.

Watching the corpse fall to the ground, Feniya stared at the blood-red eyes at the edge of the chariot's light, and was deeply enveloped in silence for a moment.

"Did the king's forces send you here?" Finia watched the young man walk into her, his face that was pulled out of the shadow by the light only looking thoughtful. It wasn't until the man violently cut the steel cable rope with a tactical knife that she nodded mechanically, as if she had forgotten to think about anything, "It's us who came here to do the work with the bounty. You also... are..."

"Can you leave by yourself? Someone is coming. You have to get out of here quickly."

"Yes." Finia let go of the steel cable and stood up, shaking her body several times before she stabilized. She then jumped off the chariot, a little numbly, and her steps naturally followed the man who walked out of the light covered area after a few steps, "Thank you..., thank you..." There were obviously some words left behind, but Finia's For a moment, it seemed that no sound could come out of his throat, and in the end, it was swallowed back into his stomach along with the unfinished blood in his mouth.