Xinghai’s strongest violent auxiliary

The Capital of Chaos is located in the very center of the Wildfire and Violet Free Federation. It was just a small town at first. Later, as more and more mercenary groups were stationed here and used it as a transit point for trade and information exchange, the town also gradually developed. become a central city.

However, due to the lack of a strong unified political power, there is no order or rules here, and killings occur all the time. Only strength and fists are the only passes, so it is named the City of Chaos.

Just today, the City of Chaos welcomed a newcomer. He has a burly figure, straight hair, and short and shallow eyebrows, which adds a fierce aura to him. His eyes occasionally flash something foreign. The cunning and coldness that don't match the type.

There is no doubt that this person is Carlos.

After escaping from the battlefield, Carlos did not leave Shelter 11 directly. Instead, he found a hidden and safe place to observe the follow-up situation. When he saw that within a few minutes of leaving, Su Mo was like a magic weapon descending from the sky. After hammering down the advanced aberrations and giant pangolins, turning the tide and quelling the war, his heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of poisonous snakes, and he was so regretful that he wanted to die.

If he had persisted for a few more minutes, he could have waited until Su Mo arrived. Although the limelight and credit belonged to Su Mo, his position as director would have been saved with a high probability, instead of being like a gopher like he is now. Just like hiding from XZ, avoiding the pursuit of wildfire.

Yes, he had already learned through a certain channel that Wildfire had issued the most stringent pursuit order in history for him.

Provide 1 million messages, 5 million addresses, and 30 million people.

On this continent, there are only two currencies widely recognized by all forces, one from the Wildfire and the other from the Violet Free Federation. The Wildfire, which produces more abundant materials, has a stronger currency than the Violet Free Federation.

The purchasing power of 30 million wildfire currency is really unimaginable, and no force will not be tempted.

Do you regret it?

Carlos naturally regretted it to death, but if he didn't know what would happen next and asked him to choose a hundred times, he would make the same choice.

If you don't run, you may die on the spot. If you run, you have hope of survival.

However, after leaving Wildfire, all his permissions were blocked by the headquarters. Without a map, it was impossible for him to wander around like a headless fly.

Therefore, he came to the City of Chaos, the place where news circulated the most.

Even though he knew that all the major forces in the City of Chaos must have received a fatwa against him, Carlos still came. Before coming, he was fully prepared. He shaved his hair into a square inch and trimmed his eyebrows to the point where they were almost visible. He disappeared, his skin was painted waxy yellow with special potion, and his appearance and temperament changed drastically. He believed that even Li Hu, his closest subordinate, would never recognize him at a glance.

Wearing a disguise, Carlos sneaked into the city of chaos.

The City of Chaos was built on a small town. In that catastrophe, the infrastructure of the town was not seriously damaged. Therefore, most of the buildings were preserved, including private houses, hotels, bars, shops, basically They are all controlled by major mercenary groups.

But because all the forces are just sweeping away the snow, the public health conditions in the chaotic city are quite bad, with sewage rivers, garbage everywhere, and a lingering stench in the air.

If Su Mo, a little germaphobe, came here, he would probably be able to hold his nose and complain in disgust, but Carlos was like a seasoned mercenary, with a happy demeanor, walked into a bar with familiarity, and found a bar. Sit in a secluded corner, observe silently, and listen to the conversations of those around you.

At this time, as evening approached, the number of people in the bar began to increase. Rude men walked into the bar one after another, drinking, shouting, punching, and talking about the most popular fatwa these days.

"Grandma's, 30 million, this is enough for me to sleep with many women!"

"With the level we have here, one per day will not be used up in ten years."

"Damn, it feels so good. Come on, let me take a look at the photo again."

"Well, he looks like a sinister guy at first glance."

"I am the king of war. I can easily crush you to death with one finger."

"I'm not a fool. I don't have 1 million for providing information. With this money, I will enjoy high-end goods for a month."

"We'll split it half when we meet."

"Divide it between you, uncle, and let you play with the ones you use up most."

"I don't mind if we have a threesome, hehe."

In the bar, more than half of the people were discussing the whereabouts of Carlos. The reward of 30 million was undoubtedly a deep-sea bomb for the mercenary world, and it immediately detonated the enthusiasm and greed of all mercenaries.

However, no one could have imagined that the protagonist of their discussion was sitting nearby and even drinking with others, and no one could notice it.

"Oh, if you stop drinking, you won't be able to get girls if you drink again."

Carlos waved his hands with blurred eyes, burped, swayed, and almost fell.

"Haha, Ryan, seeing how tall and thick you are with a fierce look on your face, I didn't expect you to have such a bad drinking capacity."

The big man on the side laughed loudly, patted Carlos on the shoulder, and said boldly: "For the sake of buying me a drink, I will stay at the Wanjia Hotel next door from now on. This is run by our Snow Leopard Mercenary Group. Report." With my name, Andre, I can get a 20% discount.”

"Thanks, brother."

Carlos cupped his hand, waved his hand, and walked out of the bar. From the conversation, he had learned what he wanted to know. Next, he should find a place to hide, and wait until the storm passed before changing his identity. Live again.

Walking out of the bar, Carlos' pace became calmer. In this chaotic place, a single drunkard would most likely become the target of others' hunting.

Although he is not afraid of trouble, he doesn't want to cause trouble either.

After learning about a cheap and secluded hotel from the conversation, Carlos walked straight there.

Along the way, he saw all kinds of ugly mercenaries, drunkenly cursing, water pouring into the corner, and two figures looming in the dark corner. At a sideways glance, they turned out to be two men, but It grossed him out.

As they walked, there were fewer and fewer people on the road, and the street lights became darker and darker. The breeze blew away the stench in the air, but at this time, Carlos felt inexplicably uneasy.

Something's wrong!

Carlos paused, his eyes cold.

As a war king, he is extremely sensitive to danger. There must be something different in the surrounding environment that makes him feel this uneasy feeling.

Sure enough, as a faint voice sounded from the side, Carlos's heart sank suddenly.

"Carlos, I really didn't expect that you would fall into a trap and come to the City of Chaos."

A burly man holding a long knife slowly walked from the end of the street. Behind him were a dozen extraordinary people with extraordinary momentum. Then, a dozen more people blocked the other side of the street. Weapon in hand, Carlos looked at Carlos playfully and cruelly.

Seeing the appearance of the leader, Carlos' face became extremely ugly.

"Liang Wu!"

The visitor was none other than Liang Wu, the leader of the Wolf Mercenary Group. His younger brother Liang Chao, together with Sally, was saved by Carlos' punch.