messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 88 No.80 Eight: The concept of many people
The sound of the waves is a bit disturbing, and it seems to be beating people's hearts one after another.The surface of the sea is a deep blue, and it is impossible to see clearly what is in the unknown seabed.Maybe this is the source of the fear of the deep sea. People are always afraid of the unknown.

On the pier by the sea, today's pier tenth has no ships moored, and the goods are piled up in a mess, and there is no one to carry them. It is quiet and eerie.

When Lawrence and First arrived, there was no one on the pier.

"Touch." After closing the door of the police car, Lawrence stepped out of the police car and looked around the pier.

Except for the seagulls flying over the sea not far away, there is nothing on the empty pier.

Lawrence touched his shoulder. The wound on his back hadn't healed yet. Although it couldn't be seen because of the evil covering, it was still aching.

Chu followed behind Lawrence, holding a black pistol in his hand, which Lawrence gave her, saying it was just in case.

But she doesn't know how to use it.

Chu took the pistol and flipped through it, his eyes were on the dark muzzle, but he couldn't see anything inside.

Lawrence looked at Chu's appearance and guessed something: "Can you use this thing?"

"No." Chu shook his head as a matter of course, without feeling ashamed.

But for her, all weapons are indeed the same, that's right, anything that can be held in her hand can be counted as a weapon.

"Is this how it's used?" Chu held the pistol backwards in his hand, like holding a hammer.

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Taking a glance at Chu Chu, making sure Chu was not joking, Lawrence withdrew his gaze and said dryly.

"Use it as you like."

As long as it can solve the problem, sometimes he really suspects that what he summoned is a primitive man.

In fact, there is no way, because when she was first summoned, she only learned the language of this world, and that voice did not teach her the common sense of this world.

Without thinking about whether he would use a gun at the beginning, Lawrence put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the pier.

The sea is calm and calm, for a storm is coming.

The seagull flapped its wings and flew into the clouds as if fleeing.

On a shore facing the sea, Lawrence stopped because he saw the thin man standing there.

Rose, who was wearing a gray trench coat, was leaning on a cane, and standing beside him was the one-eyed giant Ham. It was obvious that they were in the same group.

Rose stroked his funny beard, and there was a cryptic smile in his mouse eyes.

He thought he had successfully deceived Lawrence, and Lawrence would be surprised, although he would scold him for being mean and shameless, and in the end he would kneel down and beg for mercy.

What he likes most is this transformation of people, which is enough to satisfy his narrow and mean heart.

"Clap clap."

Rose clapped his hands briskly, and then dozens of street gangsters armed with equipment came out from behind the cargo boxes at the pier, surrounding Lawrence and Chu Tuan.

Rose's small eyes turned to Lawrence, ready to appreciate the officer's expression.

But to his surprise, Lawrence and Chu were neither surprised nor panicked, they just looked at him and Ham quietly.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Mr. Inspector, do you have anything to say?"

Rose asked aloud unwillingly, maybe because of his gaffe, his beard was also a little messy.

Lawrence didn't even look at Rose, he looked straight at Ham, smiled and said.

"I don't know if you remember me. You broke my right hand two months ago, Ham."

"Huh?" Ham, who was standing next to Rose, frowned, as if surprised.

But then, he grinned at Lawrence again.

"I've broken many hands, I'm sorry I may not remember you."

"But today I should remember you."

As Ham said, he took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and stretched his wrists.

"Because I'm ready to pinch your neck."

He said, showing his shark-like teeth, with a ferocious smile on his face, looking down at Lawrence, a huge shadow covering Lawrence's body.

Lawrence looked at Ham for a while, but made no response.

He lowered his head, unhurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth.

Then he took out the lighter from his pocket, covered it with his hand and raised it to his mouth.

"Snapped."

The orange-yellow flame danced and lit the cigarette in Lawrence's mouth.

Lawrence took a deep breath, sparks burning through the tobacco on the cigarette butt.

Ham didn't interrupt Lawrence's behavior, and he didn't mind letting the officer smoke his last cigarette.

Lawrence raised his head and slowly blew out the smoke from his mouth.

A sea breeze blew past, and the smoke was blown away and melted into the mist of the Fog City.

"Heh." With his head half raised, Lawrence hooked his lips into a smile, that smile was full of sarcasm, and he didn't know whether it was mocking Ham or himself.

After laughing, he said in a low voice.

"Chu, kill them all."

It's hard to believe that this is what a policeman said.

After looking around for the first time, he said to Lawrence blankly.

"Is this the many people you're talking about?"

To her, the dozens of people around here are really not many, after all, she came out of that wasteland.

Lawrence glanced at Chu, smiled and sighed.

"Please don't look at things from the perspective of your monster, this is a lot for ordinary people."

The conversation between the two stunned Ham and the gangsters on the side, and they didn't realize what the two men were talking about.

Lawrence turned around, looked at Chu and said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Let's solve it as soon as possible. Is there enough time for a cigarette?"

"Enough." Chu nodded and walked towards One-Eyed Ham.

"Then I wait for you."

Lawrence and Chu passed each other, with their backs to the shore of the pier, smoking a cigarette with their heads bowed.

"You guys." The corner of Ham's mouth twitched, looking at Chu who was approaching, he stretched out his palm fiercely.

"Are you looking down on me!?"

He was going to take the woman's head off, and he believed he could do it with his grip.

His self-confidence is not without reason. His strong body is like steel, and his muscles are more like molten iron. The powerful strength derived from the flesh is the foundation of his foothold in this city.

So he was confident that the thin woman in front of him did not pose any threat to him at all.

The huge palm was mixed with the wind and scratched towards the top of the first couple's head.

But the next moment, Ham was stunned, because his giant hand was caught by the woman.

The woman's slender palm was only about the size of his, which created a sharp contrast between the two.

What should have been an overwhelming force was reversed.

"Sorry." Holding Ham's palm, Chu Chu said, "I don't have much time."

After speaking, her palms began to exert force.

"Ah!" The next second, there was a scream accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and Ham's palm was squeezed into a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

The one-eyed giant screamed and knelt down on the ground under the terrified eyes of the people around him.

Blood flowed across the pier, Lawrence turned his back to the shore, and exhaled light smoke from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)