The Game of Demon Hunter

A tall and thin archer dressed as a ranger stepped on the grinning aberrant head and pulled out his arrows: "Your progress is slow! If you can't finish the demolition before noon, we will be in big trouble."

The archer wore a hooded cloak, behind which his face was concealed by a scarf, leaving only a pair of hawk-like eyes in the shadow of the hood.

This kind of attire is very common now, ever since an unlucky guy was sprayed with the blood of the deformed monster during the battle, he may have drunk a little by accident, and it turned out to be mutated before dawn. In the morning, many simple masks and scarves were made out of old clothes and sheets in the camp.

"I also know it's late here, but I really can't do anything about it. There are several houses here that used to be the residences of gangs. They look dilapidated, but they are actually made of real stone inside!" Li Yanlong sat On a rock, a passing militia handed him a bottle of water.

The age of this militiaman may not be eighteen years old, and the disheveled young man looked at Li Yanlong with respect in his eyes.

"Old Wan, how long have you been here?" Li Yanlong asked the archer with his shoulders crossed, "Do you know when the People's Self-Defense Association existed?"

The archer known as Lao Wan reached out to take the water bag in Li Yanlong's hand, and took a big sip: "I've been here for less than a week, and there's already a shelf there, I heard it's from the Blood Howl Gang Established after the collapse."

"You drink less, there are only two usable wells left!" Li Yanlong snatched back his water bag, moistened his throat with small mouthfuls: "Have you seen that great teacher? Does he have a big beard?" ?”

"I've seen it once. When I first came here, I received a task from him to help the People's Insurance Association train ten qualified archers." From the sound of his voice, Lao Wan may be about the same age as Li Yanlong: "The people behind this organization There are experts, the organizational framework is reasonable, and the established development model is completely modeled after the street office in modern society. If this kind of thing hadn't happened, the first liberated city in the Far South would probably appear in a year or so. "

"My boss has already come in, and he will come to join us in a short time. Let me tell you, when he comes, the affairs here will not be a problem." Li Yanlong watched the militiamen under the command of an aboriginal squad leader Set the corpses of the two Aberrations on top of each other and set them on fire.

"When the situation here settles down, do you want to hang out with me? My boss plans to set up a battle group to play." Li Yanlong sent an invitation to the archers, counting the glorious history of his boss in the same way: "Graduated from Zhongsiyuan! An outstanding student in the Sword-holding Gym of Jixia Academy! Huang Quan... Forget it, this is a secret, hehe, how about it?"

"Let's talk about the boss after you have settled the matter here." Lao Wan replied depressedly: "My original mission is almost completed, and now only half of the ten archers can survive, and there are two more. I'm afraid it will be useless when the injury heals."

"Boss Polk, we found this in the house." The two gangsters sneaked up to Polk who had jumped out to save others before, and took out a few necklaces from his arms like offering treasures: "Here was the The home of the widow, I have been thinking about the necklaces on her hand for a long time, and it is indeed here."

Boss Pok looked tiredly at these punks under his command. Since the last time he followed that Siris to find the warehouse of the Gorehowl Gang, the slums never returned to their usual calm.

Others don't know, but Polk knows what the Gorehowling Gang is, and then he contacted his ineffective subordinate Mike to reveal the secret. silence.

Until the new lord took office, there was no change in the other gangs before, as if everything that happened that day was a dream, Boss Pok slowly walked out of the days of fear.

But within a few days of the good days, something happened that made him even more frightened. Mike, who was fooled by the witcher before, unexpectedly learned a lot of knowledge from nowhere, holding a handwritten red diary every day Ben studied it carefully, and Polk swore that he had no idea that Mike could read.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be a different person. Mike, chanting in his mouth every day: "Noble personality... a heart that thinks about others...mobilize the masses! The power of the people will eventually be twisted into one force. Only the power of the people themselves can protect the people and the power of the people. property!"

With Mike's increasingly firm and confident eyes and his increasingly impassioned speeches, the people in the slums were boiling! Every time Mike appears on the street, tens of hundreds of people will listen to his words, people believe him, believe what he said, and believe the future that he said!

Poor people spontaneously gather around Mike's humble house. During the day, they help each other. Those who have jobs will exchange all their meager income for food after a day of hard work, and distribute it to the old, weak, sick and disabled around them. In the evening, the poor people light a bonfire and gather together to discuss whether tomorrow will be better. Like a family, they share the only food they have.

Although Mike didn't do anything extra, it took a few days for the gangs in the ghetto to dare not squeeze the poor people like before, and now these people are all united. Although they are still unable to resist, hundreds of people will look at you with cold eyes.

No matter where the gang member who made a mistake goes, there will be silence, and no one will communicate with him. This kind of cold violence will soon become unbearable for the gang members.

In just a few days, more and more people gathered outside Mike's house, forming a new gathering area. Newcomers only need to pay five dinars of wealth to join this big family.

Boss Polk still remembers that morning, when the sky was red at sunrise, he heard Mike announce to all the people gathered around him in an unprecedented loud voice: "Starting today! The Anthony Dagang People's Self-Defense Association was established ! The old age will pass away! A new age will come! Created by our hands!"

He still remembered that, surrounded by countless people, Mike walked up to him and asked himself kindly: "Pork, do you have a dream?"

"Mike..." Boss Pok felt his calf was about to cramp. He didn't dare to address the man in front of him so casually, but said Mike's full name in a trembling tone: "Dear Karl Mr. Mike Marx, I don't know."

PS: Don’t laugh, it’s a serious topic, these little people will be useful in the future~