Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 582: 583 gangster

Chapter 582: 583 gangster

Chapter 582 583. Gangster

Witchers are experts at searching for traces, and they have obtained the original directions of action of the remaining six search teams last night.

So I started looking along this clue.

Clues appear quickly.

On the first route, Lan En and the other three discovered the cavalrymen of the refugee group who were out looking for supplies. Their bodies were lying unobstructed beside the road.

As a member of the Nilfgaardian army, they certainly dont have to cover up their traces, because who else in Cintra is more powerful than them now?

So, Lan En and the other three were able to see the unscrupulous style of that group of special forces.

He was dragged to death.

Lan squatted down and looked at the corpse's boots.

There was a broken rope tied to the ankle of the boot.

The group of people tied him with a rope and then galloped wildly. In less than 150 meters, the mans face was rubbed off.

"It seems that he is not very good at controlling his position. If he lands on his butt, he can survive a little longer."

Gerd said on the horse, while Geralt on the other horse shook his head and rejected his statement.

I think he is very good at controlling his position, so he can move easily to face a group of torturers who take pleasure in torture. Living longer will only make them more excited.

"Hmm." Gerd mumbled and scratched his bearded chin, "That makes sense."

Although he was able to grow a beautiful beard, he always shaved it off completely because he was too lazy to take care of it.

But now, he has not had the chance to care about the hair on his face for several weeks.

The guys who dragged the cavalry on the ground to death came back on horseback after the rope was broken to take a look and confirm that the 'toy' was indeed dead.

Hence the **** horse hoofprints were left behind.

Lan En stood up from the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it on his hands, wiping off the blood on his gloves.

The cat-like pupils in the eyes of the three demon hunters began to shrink at the same time.

Then, a bright red horse hoof print appeared in their eyes on the road.

Dont walk on the road, go back to the woods on the roadside.

Lane turned away from the road, and Geralt and Gerd followed him on horseback.

"My vision is farther than yours. You can see clearly in the forest. Just follow me."

Thats good, at least we wont run into a Nilfgaardian patrol. Gerd muttered, and Geralt nodded.

Go straight along the road and you will reach a fork in the road.

At this fork in the road, a small hotel was built. In normal times, this hotel would take care of every traveler on the road to Sintra, providing them with hot water and rest.

The royal family of Sintra sometimes gave subsidies to this hotel to help them maintain the existence of this hotel to facilitate the flow of pedestrians and the circulation of goods and economy on the road.

And now, a wooden truck is parked within the fence of the hotel. The painted slogans on it can no longer be clearly seen. Only the silhouette of a man holding a razor is still clear, which makes people know that this is a barber's mobile work truck. .

The owner of the work truck is currently crouching beside his wheel, looking like he wants to hug the wheel that is still stained with dog feces, bird droppings, and mud.

He was frightened.

In the hotel, most of the ugly and dirty but durable tables and chairs were messy and fell apart, lying on the wooden floor of the room.

Only the bar counter and a few chairs were left intact, and two people were sitting on the bar, taking out beers to quench their thirst.

The scabbard on a man's waist was empty, but there was a **** sword on the bar. The other person didn't seem to draw his sword or exercise strenuously, so he drank beer slowly.

The sound of boots tapping into the mud came from outside the hotel. The two people on the bar first tensed up their bodies at the same time, and then relaxed at the same time.

Because they can tell who is coming from the footsteps.What are you doing?

His voice came in before the people outside came in.

Then the man gulping beer at the bar lifted an exquisite paint can on the table and raised it behind him.

Its not a big deal, boss. How about some of this first?

His eyes were blurred and scattered, with a strange light, and his body movements were as fast as convulsions.

His gift was accepted.

A man wearing a soft cloth hat came in from the door, and behind him was a woman wearing a soft cloth hat as a scarf hanging around her neck.

The man in the cloth hat looked at the blood on the ground and the faded traces of sawdust. Someone had obviously dragged the body, and the end point was the door next to it.

This is not a big deal.

He then poured a little white powder from the jar and applied it to his gums with his fingers. Then he looked like a man with blood on his sword.

Anesthetic powder, a kind of "good stuff" that makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

What have you done, Herris?

The man in the cloth hat asked in a confused tone.

Its no big deal. The man with the unsheathed sword on the bar replied.

"We met the Tusk Rats here, and they made rude remarks, and Brass killed all six of them. I did not draw my sword. If you want to cause trouble, go to him."

The Longtooth Rats are a gangster who gained some fame in the neighborhood after the war started.

War will make life difficult for most people, but gangsters who have broken free from the shackles of order are not among them.

Although the food and drink conditions are a bit worse than before, the gangsters don't care too much about this. As long as they have a free life and a sufficient amount of anesthetic powder, they will be in paradise.

And its different from refugees struggling to survive. Gangsters who have taken too much narcotic powder are mostly like a group of brainless crazy kids. One day is a day to be wild.

Brath, whose sword was stained with blood, laughed hoarsely.

A sensible person can see at a glance that a powerful intoxicant puts him in a good mood. "Yes, kill one to serve as a warning to others, so there will be blood on the ground."

His nonchalant look made it impossible for anyone to imagine that he had just killed a notorious gangster by himself in just a few minutes.

Moreover, this group of people only wore a leather vest and had no other protection. Obviously, they did not achieve this by relying on the armor's performance.

Brass said in a boastful tone, "Others immediately became honest, even if the boss here was cursing just a moment ago. This is called terrorism!"

"Oh, so this is called terrorism." The man in the cloth hat thought, his eyes still staring at the blood stains on the ground. "What about the innkeeper? Where is his wife? Where is their son? This is a rare resting point on this road. , the army also needs it, if it is paralyzed, you two can stay here as cooks for me!"

No. Blas rinsed his sword blade with beer, and the sword was as clear as new.

Im not stupid, why do I kill people who are doing business honestly? We kill people to make money, and then use the money to buy enjoyment. What kind of stupid **** would kill the people who provide us with enjoyment?

Look, I even saved a barber from a tusked rat!

"Terrorism," Brass narrowed his shining eyes and sucked in the snot that flowed from his nose, "we conquered this hotel with it! Emperor Emhyr conquered the world, and we conquered this shabby house. But the principles are the same!

Its all good if its different. Anyway, as long as you dont forget, Emperor Emhyr pardoned us from the cell, what is the purpose of equipping us with this equipment, and what are the consequences of failing to fulfill the purpose.

The man in the cloth hat muttered as he poured some more anesthetic powder into his hand.

I dont want him dancing on my tombstone.

Thanks to Anyanzhixin and Ximen Chuishui for the 100-point reward!