I give the world destruction and new life

Hunting is a technical job, some people are born hunters, and some people, they look like prey, even if they get the power they are given, but before he is provoked, before he feels the need to fight for himself , he still looks like prey and smells like prey.
Rickard was this kind of person. Neither the education he had received nor the environment he grew up in required him to use his strong muscles and fierce aura to protect himself.

His brain and his technology are enough to exchange for everything he wants. Rickard is a person who relies on technology to make a living. He can have a strong body because of his talent.

So, when he was walking alone in the streets of Roseville, he was the perfect victim for any hunter who spotted him that night.

They regarded him as prey and rushed on him fiercely.

Then the hunter broke his arm and broke his teeth by the hard bone of his prey.

Rickard beat a marauder with a submachine gun until his face was covered in blood, but he controlled his strength well and did not leave any permanent damage to this fierce-looking man.

At least, he didn't pinch the man's nose into a line
"Do you have any accomplices?" Rickard held the man's collar so that he could hear the other's slurred words clearly.

"Fuck you!" The man spat a mouthful of blood on Rickard's face, which contained a tooth: "You son of a bitch, either kill me! Or get out!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of death?" The man struggled to stand up from the ground, staggeringly took out a pistol from his back waist and loaded it slowly: "You thought that a coward like you could ride on Lao Tzu's body if he became a superhuman? Shit on the top of your head? Bah, go dreaming!"

The man fired three shots at Rickard, but the bullets pierced Rickard's clothing, and his skin and muscles were as weak as those with ED.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The man cursed angrily, not knowing whether the target was Rickard or the pistol, he pointed the gun at himself angrily: "This damn world, I don't want to play anymore!"

"Don't!" Rickard snatched the pistol, he was taken aback by the mental illness: "You won, take your things and go!"

The man curled up in the corner like a child and cried, lowering his head to reveal the barcode stamped by the prison on the back of his neck.

If Rickard is as familiar with these scumbags as Tang Ji is, he will know that only those serious criminals who have been sentenced to more than 50 years in prison will be branded with this barcode for easy identification.

Obviously, this is a serious criminal who was thrown into the special zone as a negative asset by the prison to save money, and after being isolated from society for decades, he couldn't adapt to the new order at all.

All the rules he was used to no longer exist, and the glasses men, pussies, women, girls, even the elderly and children on the side of the road may suddenly become existences that he cannot understand in the next second.

There are also those high-tech gadgets that he can't figure out with all his efforts, all of which make him feel strange, and when the bullets can't bring him a sense of familiarity, he finally collapses and becomes the tears of the times.

If Tang Ji was here, he would probably break the man's two legs, let him experience cruelty more deeply, and because he thought that every day a man would live, he would atone for the crimes he had committed. gratified.

But it was Rickard who appeared here. He even kicked the submachine gun back to the man's feet out of pity, left a pile of cash, turned and ran away.

He acted as if he was the looter.

However, those three gunshots seemed to be a signal, and the night in Roswell District was completely alive.

Rickard was walking aimlessly on the street, he saw the woman who ventured out in the corner, trying to obtain food by trading in the flesh, and saw the man standing on the roof guarding the house with a gun.

and players.

Not all players will kill indiscriminately on the street. At this stage, most players are even more civilized than many aborigines in the special zone.

They are like curious babies, curious about everything in this world.

But they're different after all, and it doesn't even take much life experience to tell, anyone who's ever looked them in the eye knows it.

When you look over, all you see in their eyes is the word unscrupulous, just like children watching ants, they smile at you has nothing to do with you, they give you food has nothing to do with you, when they cruelly tear down When your limbs, it has nothing to do with you.

Rickard saw the flames and the corpse. For some reason, a small stronghold was blown away by passing players.

More than a dozen corpses fell radially around the stronghold. When these people scattered and fled, they were killed from behind in an instant.

Rickard stood silently in front of the corpse for a while, he began to understand Tang Ji's anger and hostility towards the players.

Now, he needs to find a target, a real player, it's very simple, there are thousands of players in this city, they are almost everywhere
But the ones Rickard saw, they were just wandering the streets, and some of them did make some noise, yelling, and Rickard couldn't just kill someone for that.

He needs a suitable target, one worth killing, one.
"Look, a single one! New fun!" Rickard was suddenly blocked on the road, and the two players who were walking together didn't need to ask, he could confirm it just by looking at it.

There were still bloodstains on their clothes, as if they had just participated in a Halloween parade, but these bloodstains were real and fresh, and Rickard could even hear the wailing of the dead from above.

For a moment, he was even a little grateful for the appearance of these two players: "It's you."

"What did he say?" One of the players was holding a half bottle of wine in his hand, and he was a little confused. His clothes looked a few sizes too big and didn't fit at all.

The player asked loudly about his companion, and then started laughing. In the next second, his whole body swelled up and turned into a muscular man who was so strong and twisted.

Rickard now knew how the ill-fitting dress had come about, and it was stretched like a tights.

"Turn him into a little tomato!" His companion shouted excitedly, without any intention of interfering.

Apparently, these two drunken players have long since thrown the so-called player handbook and community rules behind them, and now they just want to have a good time.

However, this time they encountered a tough stubble. The seemingly harmless Rickard blocked the attack of the muscular man, and even performed a joint technique before the opponent could react, directly smashing the opponent's seemingly strong arm. It was broken.

An opponent who looks unusually strong may actually be three to four times stronger than the average human being, and Rickard, who used Tang Ji's script, was characterized as unable to accurately read the data in the internal test of the FBAS bureau. that level.
"Big guy, look here!" Rickard threw the opponent over the shoulder, and his thick arm was twisted into twists like a toy in front of him.

Another player, paralyzed by alcohol, was stunned for a while before he put away his smile. His whole body instantly turned into smoke and followed the wind towards Rickard.

The scarlet disciple endowed Rickard with the fighting instinct, causing gray-black flames to cover his whole body in an instant. Maybe it was because he didn't have much anger in his heart, or maybe it was because Rickard's ability to control his ability was average, and this layer of flame was only a thin layer. layer, clinging to his skin.

Even so, the player who turned into smoke screamed and turned back into a human form in an instant, half of his body seemed to have been burned.

At this time, a man covered in blood staggered out of the alley behind the player with a knife in his hand. When he saw the player who was pinned down by Rickard, hatred and surprise appeared on his desperate face. Crazy expression.

He didn't waste this god-given opportunity, completely ignored Rickard with the knife in his hand, and slashed at the players on the ground.

Just listening to his heart-piercing roar, Rickard could hear the anger contained in it, but the anger suddenly disappeared.

Rickard looked at the angry master, but found that the other party had passed away at this time.

There was blood all over his body, especially his chest, a collapse visible to the naked eye and the size of a muscular man's fist was just right.

The broken bone stubble killed him under the violent limb movements.

Rickard didn't know what kind of hatred, what kind of hatred supported him to come here, and those few knives?

However, the angry master was dead, and Rickard had no way of knowing. He picked up the knife in a daze, looked down at the player who was still struggling in vain, and tried to find the answer.

There is no answer, and the player's eyes are still full of contempt, even though he is at a disadvantage, even though he knows that he may die soon.

But he, they don't care.

The muscular man even looked at Rickard provocatively, as if blaming him for not doing anything.

It is easy to kill people, but killing a stranger with a knife is actually not easy for Rickard. His anger, until now, is only directed at those who have hurt him.

The player in front of him seemed like an 'innocent' stranger to Rickard.

However, the power from the rage contains the anger from the rage, and Rickard can naturally feel Tang Ji's anger towards the player. At this moment, he even feels that he can draw the anger from the dead man next to him.
He raised the knife, with the anger that didn't belong to him, but completely dominated him, and slashed, his arm was numb from the shock, and blood sprayed on his chest like scalding hot water.

Gray-black flames burst out of his body, and Rickard was immersed in this anger at this moment. The flames spread to the corpses next door, as if connecting them together.

He understood the other party's anger and accepted the other party's hatred. At this moment, they were like one person.

Raise the knife with your hand and drop it with your hand, until it turns into a pulp
When the fire blazed into the sky and the heat wave hit his face, he suddenly felt the blood on his chest like a spider web full of violence, and he fainted in his heart. He looked at the night through the thick smoke generated by the burning of human fat. Everything is vain.

He said: We are born in fire and we die in fire.

Rickard looked at the corpse that had been turned into ashes in the flames, and the other party seemed to smile at him, and there was a sense of free and easy revenge in the smile.

Panting heavily, Rickard stood up from the corpse. The head of the corpse had been chopped into a piece of meat, and it was impossible to lift it up.

But fortunately, there was more than one prey today. He turned his head to look at another player. As if startled by Rickard, the other player suddenly screamed and closed his eyes tightly.

The player is going offline, but his beating heart tells him, no.

He heard the footsteps getting closer, and the player finally opened his eyes under the pressure. He struggled to escape, but Rickard was faster and stomped the player under his feet.

Rickard tapped the head with the handle of the knife, and the hard skull made a bang and bang sound under the impact of the metal, as if saying that it was a good head.

"Don't move around, I'm not sure about chopping, and you are the one who suffers if the chop is missed." Rickards gently advised: "This is the first time I've chopped off someone's head, don't mind."

Hearing his words, the players on the ground struggled even harder. The burned half of the body kept rubbing on the ground, and a large piece of skin fell off, revealing the dark red and somewhat whitish muscles underneath.

But this is meaningless, Rickard is much stronger than them, at this moment, he has revealed his own fangs, no prey can escape from his mouth.

Rickard raised the knife high and slashed it down fiercely. The player suddenly stopped struggling, and his whole body remained in a strange posture for a few seconds, then went limp like a deflated inflatable doll. .

What he said was the truth, his sword skills were not good, the player struggled a lot, and he missed the cut.

A quarter of the shoulder was connected to the back of the head, and the handle of the knife was stuck in the middle of the shoulder blade. The entire blade was chopped into the ground by Rickard's power, leaving a deep ravine.

Rickard tried to pull the blade out, but the flimsy mortal weapon had done its best, and when he did, the entire blade snapped in two.

The knife was like a nail, nailing the body to the ground.

"Before dawn, I want to see a head on my table, either the player's or yours." Tang Ji's words were still echoing in his ears, and Rickard looked at the already white sky and glanced at it. The corpse that had been burned in the flames turned around and walked towards the alley where the man had come out from before.

A few minutes later, Rickard came out with a blank face, stepped on the corpse on the ground, grabbed the head on the ground with one hand, and pulled hard, directly breaking the remaining connection.

He just set off with his head still half attached to his shoulders. The corpse on the ground, the blood on his body, and the corpse in his hand all seemed to prove that he was the hunter.
The worst and second most vicious hunter in the entire city.