Knights of the Wasteland Fortress

Chapter 8 Hunting Humans
"Hunting Man".

Cato didn't understand why he thought of this.

But when he saw the eyes of the rogues, he felt a kind of excitement like "seeing prey".

Just as Jiatu watched the rascals in a daze, the waste thrown from the pipes gradually became thinner.

When the falling objects became sparser to a certain extent, the shelter rogues who were waiting on the edge of the wasteland smiled grinningly and waved their sticks, walking towards the wasteland.

The recyclers who were originally collecting materials in the waste yard also retreated towards the exit of the waste yard with a trace of panic.

Soon, as the rogues moved in, the scrapyard was left with only a few recyclers lying down injured by falling objects.

At this time, there is a gap between the two recycling methods.

A recycler who chooses "wrapping cloth on the head and stacking armor for hard resistance", even if the defense is high, still has a chance to encounter very heavy falling objects. The extent of knocking people unconscious, so when the recyclers receded like a tide, the ground of the waste yard was full of low-tech shroud recyclers.

In contrast, goggle recyclers who focus on protecting themselves are much safer, and it is rare to see this type of recycler fall to the ground.

Moreover, Jiatu also noticed that more than ten meters away from him, there was a low-tech shroud recycler lying beside him with a broken pottery kettle, holding several empty bags in his hands. The tin can was obviously knocked unconscious by the flying clay pot.

Beside Jiatu, there were still four or five ordinary shelter residents. They didn't enter immediately after the recyclers left, but quietly waited for the scoundrels to finish their search.

Jiatu hesitated for a moment, not knowing if he should enter the arena at this time, or continue to wait like everyone else——

Until he noticed the eyes of those shelter residents looking at him.

It was the same look they had when they looked at the rogue in the shelter——

Fear, dread, and at the same time, a hint of disdain?
Is it because scoundrels have no parents?Or is it because of my disability?
Jiatu didn't think about it, he just realized suddenly that his status as a cripple didn't make these people feel intimidated.

He fought with the scoundrels, and the "violence" that has not yet fallen is the reason for these people to feel scared.

The reason why they dare not learn from the rogues is not because they are not vicious enough——

It's the fear of reprisal.

They are different from the rogues in the shelter, they don't have the kind of viciousness that has nothing, and they are also different from Jiatu, they don't have the "force" to fight against a group of people without losing the wind.

Not to mention the "courage" of the cloth recyclers and the "technology" of the goggle recyclers.

So they have nothing, they can only become the lowest recyclers——

After everything is calm, go eat some "hyenas" with leftovers.

Jiatou didn't want to be a "hyena".

The contemptuous voices of Aunt Wang and the old mourner echoed in his ears—

【"Why is it you again?...I don't want to see you anymore! After being beaten up for so long, don't you have a long memory?!"】

【"If you really have some conscience...then jump from here...It's also a good explanation for others!"】

【"Waste is just waste after all! Sooner or later it will rot in the cave at the bottom of this shelter!"】

In a short moment, Jiatu had already made up his mind.

Supporting his body with a cane, he quickly walked towards the waste yard.

He avoided the falling objects that had become sparse, and headed straight towards the unlucky ghost not far away.

When he walked up to the recycler and saw four empty tin cans in his hand, he hesitated, took two of them, and then walked deeper into the dump.

The deeper he went into the wasteland, the more brutal scene Jiatu could see.

Among the recyclers hit by falling objects, there were not only the unconscious ones, but also the dead and injured.

Those who were hit by falling objects but only lost their ability to move were in the most miserable situation. They could only watch themselves helplessly, being chased down by the scoundrels with a stick.

Someone begged the scoundrels to let him go, but all he got was a blow to the head——

Some even had their headscarves ripped off.

Jiatu endured the discomfort in his heart, and silently avoided his gaze:
"Do you still have the time to feel sorry for others?"

"It's just people I don't know..."

"Someone will always be unlucky... Either someone else or you..."

He moved quickly among the unconscious recoverers, deliberately avoiding the wounded who were still awake, and tried his best to choose those dying people who had exhaled more breath and breathed less.

But such dead are rare after all, so sometimes Jiatu has to take action against those unconscious.

Fortunately, maybe because of the reason he fought with the shelter rogues before, most of the shelter rogues would avoid him and choose other targets whenever they saw him coming.

It's just that the number of victims is limited after all, so facing the situation that there are too many monks and too few food in the abandoned site, the rogues in the shelter will eventually make a big move and compete with each other for each other's "trophies".

Jiatu deliberately avoided those chaotic battle situations, and kept advancing along the edge of the wasteland——

Until the corner of his eye, he saw a glimmer of light.

It was two recyclers lying down together.

What flashed was the shattered goggle lens on the face of a recycler. His eyes were wide open, and his spine was lying on the ground twisted, obviously dying.

There is also a solid wooden box the size of a bedside table beside him. This kind of big and heavy thing is a waste that most advanced recyclers don't look at. Only the "hyena" recyclers who enter the site last will favor it. This time-consuming and labor-intensive "junk" is not worth a few dry food sticks.

But why did a senior recycler wearing goggles die in such an obvious wooden box?

Jiatu subconsciously felt a little strange, so he couldn't help but look in that direction twice.

Then, he discovered a somewhat unbelievable thing.

"Mirror? Why is it a mirror..."

Jiatu murmured, turned around, and walked towards the two recyclers.

Next to the dead goggle recycler, there was another recycler, and in the hands of this low-level recycler with a wrap around his head, Jiatu indeed saw a small palm-sized vanity mirror.

Even if there are some cracks in such a small and delicate cosmetic mirror, it can be sold at a high price of [-] to [-] dry food sticks in the flea market on the eighth floor.

Jiatu couldn't help but feel a little moved when such a precious item appeared in front of his eyes like this!

This is eighty dry food sticks!

Not only can you return the favor of the old undertaker, but you can also return part of the supplies that Hena borrowed!

Greed and debt tempted Jiatu to stretch out his hand, and the fact that no one was around made him hold the mirror tightly. Just when he was about to use his determination to pull the vanity mirror out of the hands of the recycler, an accident happened ——

He also grabbed the recycler's right hand.

Jiatu was stunned.

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed that the recoverer's thumb was bruised due to excessive force.

And his attention gradually shifted from the mirror to the face of the wrapped cloth recycler.

It was a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a thin body and a haggard face. There was a trace of blood seeping under the dark brown turban, and his forehead was soaked in blood and turned dark red.

But unlike the goggle recycler, the cloth recycler was seriously injured, but he was still alive.

And under Jiatu's forceful tug, he woke up with a start.

The man's dark black pupils looked at Jiatu blankly.

The eyes of both sides gradually shifted to Jiatu's right hand.

"Let go! This is mine!"

The man screamed.

Jiatu was taken aback, he had never thought that a man who was big and thick could make such a high-pitched voice.

Like a real woman.

"Shut up! Let go!"

Jiatu also growled in surprise and anger, he was a little overwhelmed by the man's reaction.

He had never experienced such a thing and didn't know how to deal with it.

However, not long ago, the scene where the rogues in the shelter swung their sticks at the recyclers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, causing him to subconsciously raise his cane and swing it hard at the man's head.

But this was unsuccessful. The man's head was wrapped in a thick cloth, and the cane did not cause too much damage.

But the man was still frightened and screamed loudly.

His screams made Jiato's mind go blank, and he felt like a child who had done something wrong, and he was more and more desperate to end this terrible situation.

So he adjusted the direction of the cane and swung it down at the man's arm.

One, two, three...

The man's crying became hysterical, but he didn't really let go of his hand, instead he wailed loudly——

"Please! Please! I still have children at home... I still want to use it to treat diseases!!!"

The man finally let go of his fingers.

He hugged his hands with countless bloodstains, crying hard on the spot.

But Jiatu only wanted to escape here quickly.

He put the mirror in his arms and subconsciously wiped it on his clothes.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that his hands were covered with blood, and even stained the entire mirror surface.

"Was it splashed from the man's turban? Or was it hit by me?"

It wasn't until this moment that Jiatu regained a little thinking ability.

But he found that his memory was in a mess and he couldn't remember any details at all.

Feeling overwhelmed, Jiatu quickly walked towards the exit of the waste yard.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he didn't care about other gains at all.

All he wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible, leaving his guilt behind him.

His mind went blank, and even when the entrance and exit of the scrap yard were stopped by the "gang" scoundrels, he just handed over two empty cans with some numbness, and was let in.

This situation continued until he found a garbage collector and sold the vanity mirror at the price of sixty dry food sticks.

Only then did he finally regain his composure.

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