Doomsday Totem
Chapter 69 Theft
Chapter 69 Theft
The captain looked at Greyhound No. [-], which was a husky and looked rather thin.He put down the binoculars and said with some doubts, "Is this dog okay? It looks like he hasn't had enough to eat."
"Believe it or not." Tie Slag answered flatly.
Seeing that the game was about to start, the captain ran into a red tent by the fence with the mentality of trying, and placed a bet of 2 silver.
A few minutes later, with the sound of a whistle, nine racing dogs scrambled into the track, running quickly on the thin snow, and the crowd of onlookers also boiled up.
"Come on! Run!" "Baby! Catch up!"
Among the crowd, only the captain's voice was unique, and he could only hear him yelling loudly: "Get it! Kill it! Yes... very good... it's about to cry, it's already crying... yes!"
After finishing the first lap, greyhound No. [-] stood out and rushed to the front. The captain became even more excited and shouted hard: "Good! Well done! Give you a raise! Good dinner..."
At this moment, a black dog squeezed up from behind and pressed against the side of greyhound No. [-]. The captain yelled: "Cheating! This is simply cheating!" The person beside him was about to shake vigorously, but suddenly felt a cold gaze sweeping past his neck!He woke up immediately, and patted the other person's shoulder lightly, as if patting off the remaining snow on the other person's body.
"Good clothes." The captain praised.
Iron Slag replied indifferently, "Be careful."
The race continued and soon came the last lap.The black dog chased after Hutch, only half a body behind.Seeing that the black dog was about to catch up, the captain tore his throat and yelled: "If you dare to lose, you will be stewed!"
Seemingly feeling threatened by the captain, Hutches let out a low growl, his speed suddenly increased, he jumped up, left the black dog for a long distance, and became the champion of the game.
"Hahaha!" The captain laughed boldly, patted Tie Slag on the shoulder, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Amazing! Since ancient times, heroes come from youth." Tie Slag rolled his eyes, expressing his disdain for the captain's praise.Due to the upset, the odds of Greyhound No. 21 winning the championship were 2 to [-], and the captain won [-] gold coins.
After the second greyhound race entered, Tie Slag asked Alice calmly, and immediately, the screen on the front of the red comet lighted up.
"Da da da...beep..."--According to dog breed... coat color... temperament... state... No. [-] has the highest winning rate...
In this match, the captain paid a full 5 gold coins according to Tie Slag's prompt.As the stakes increased, the captain became even more agitated when the game started and nearly kicked the fence.However, the game wasn't all that tense or intense.Greyhound No. 2 was far ahead all the way, leaving No.8 for half a lap, and won the championship without any suspense.However, Greyhound No. 3 is the favorite, so the odds are not high, only [-] to [-].The captain won [-] gold coins, and generously distributed [-] gold coins to Iron Slag.
Tie Slag took the money and was in a happy mood. He patted the captain on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"
In the third game, Alice suggested No. 10, and the odds were [-].The captain bet [-] gold coins at a time, and then asked Tie Slag if he wanted to place a bet.
Tie Slag refused without thinking, because old man Tie once said: "Gambling is not good."
After the third round, No. 2 only took No.2, the odds were [-], and the captain lost [-] gold coins.The result this time scared him so much that he didn't dare to make any more heavy bets.In the next few scenes, Alice's judgment was sometimes right and sometimes wrong. After all, she couldn't use a scanner, and she could only use the data calculation of the image generator, which had certain errors.
The captain wins and loses, and his enthusiasm for betting on dogs has faded. After losing another game, he stopped betting.But simply watching the running dogs was a bit boring, the captain yawned and proposed to go back to sleep.
Iron Slag nodded, and began to clear the snow from the red comet.
The captain looked around boredly, and suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he stared intently in one direction...
After dealing with the snow, Iron Slag stepped onto the locomotive and was about to start it, but found that the captain was looking ahead with a dull expression, as if he was attracted by a magnet, completely unresponsive.Following his gaze, there was a graceful and handsome beauty leaning against the fence not far away.Upon closer inspection, it was the red-haired girl I met at the bar that day.
"Let's go!" Tie Slag frowned and asked.
"You go back first... I... I have something to do..." The captain stared at the girl intently, and walked over without looking back...
Iron Slag grabbed the accelerator and twisted it hard, and rushed straight out.
It was already late at night when we returned to the giant wooden wine barrel. Iron Slag changed into a gray cloth robe, patted the body of the red comet, and ordered: "Take care of yourself, and retreat if you are in danger."
[Yes, my captain]
Before he finished speaking, Iron Slag pushed open the window of the guest room and jumped out, landed on the snow without a sound, and moved quickly along the dark side of the moonlight, hiding in the shadow of the alley.
In the past few days, he has not been idle. On the surface, he is wandering around, but secretly he has found out about Luoyan Town.Ever since he finished moving the boxes that day and came back with a sore back and legs, he had already given up making money through normal means and was going to rely on stealing.
Although he has always adhered to the principle of "first come, first served", but now that he has killed the nobles of Yincheng, he is already desperate and can't care about so much.
After more than 20 minutes, Iron Slag sneaked all the way to the vicinity of the supply market.He was originally a rich man who wanted to sneak into Luoyan Town, but after observing for a long time, he found that the three major families were not only heavily guarded, but also many masters were sitting in the town. The Sima family even had two guards wearing psychic biochemical armor.In desperation, he had no choice but to steal the supply market directly, and it is estimated that those traders would not be able to survive without a few money.
The periphery of the supply market is a five-meter-high barbed wire fence. Occasionally, a fly flies down and is instantly burnt by electricity.
According to his observation during the day, there are twelve guards inside the barbed wire, eight of them are fixed guards, and the remaining four are patrolling with dogs.Fortunately, there are no guards inside the supply market, and the vendors don't trust anyone, and they all leave together and lock them together.
Iron Slag walked around the barbed wire fence from a distance, and found that two of the eight fixed guards were dozing off.He picked the one that seemed to be sleeping deeper, and moved over quietly, crawling in the shadow of the sentry tower.After the patrolling guards walked away, his whole body tensed up, and he suddenly exerted strength!
"Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss!"
In an instant, the blades sprang out from behind!
These six jointed feet are wrapped in a thick carapace, with tiny barbs at the tips.With the soft sound of piercing the air, the six jointed feet hooked the barbed wire one after another and climbed up.Because the limbs are very long and the cuticle is thick, the current on it is completely isolated.
After crossing the barbed wire, Iron Slag immediately prostrated himself on the ground, quickly crawled behind a pile of wooden boxes with six jointed feet and four limbs, and observed the situation through the gaps between the wooden boxes.After waiting for about ten minutes, the patrolling guard on the scheduled route walked away, and he immediately rushed to the corner of the market with both hands and feet.
The market was remodeled from an old warehouse. The outer wall of the lower part is made of masonry, and the upper part is made of iron sheets and angle steel brackets, with a total height of more than ten meters.Iron Slag stepped forward with his left foot, turned sideways, swung hard, and the three jointed feet on the right plunged into the wall!Immediately after a flick of the left shoulder, the other three joints were firmly nailed into the wall.In the next second, he climbed up the wall with both hands and feet, fell with his joints and feet, retracted with a thorn, and attached to the wall with all his strength, and climbed up to the roof in the blink of an eye.
Iron Slag's six jointed feet plus four limbs fully distributed the weight of the body to ten points.Therefore, the sound of his movement on the tin roof was very small, only a little rustling.
After a while, the iron slag crawled to the ventilation duct, put away its joints and burrowed in.There is a lot of dust in the pipes, and the smoke will fill the air as soon as you go in.Iron Slag held his breath, crawled along the pipeline, and soon arrived at the predetermined location.He opened the ventilation hole and got out, opened his joints again, and climbed along the outside of the ventilation duct.
The market was pitch black, with no light at all, and Iron Slag crawled along the line in his mind to the vicinity of the target, relying only on memory.After landing, he turned on the fluorescent flashlight, used the weak light to find the booth of compressed biscuits, and got in.
There were hundreds of wooden boxes scattered about in the tent, but only two were sealed with dark green wooden strips.He opened it and took a look. There were soap-sized compressed biscuits neatly packed inside, and there were hundreds of pieces in a box.He took out all the money and threw it in a conspicuous place. Although it was not much, it was considered as money for the stall owner to buy goods.As for whether it is enough or not, he doesn't think about it.
Picking up two boxes of military compressed biscuits, Iron Slag opened his joints and walked back along the original road.Halfway through, he remembered that he had bought compressed biscuits here a few days ago, and now that the other party only lost compressed biscuits, he would definitely be suspicious of him.So he returned to the market and messed up all the products in the compressed biscuit stall and the surrounding stalls while trying not to damage things.
After covering up, Iron Slag quickly returned to the roof.At this time, due to the two boxes of compressed biscuits on his body, his mobility was greatly reduced, and he made the sound of "clearing and clanging" from time to time when he climbed on the roof.
At this moment, the wolfhound below seemed to be aware of the movement, and barked "Wow, woof, woof".Tie Slag was startled, and immediately prostrated himself on the spot, not daring to make any more noise.
After a while, the guards yelled and cursed from below, "Stop arguing, I will kick you to death! It's just a mouse!"
"Your dog is in spring." "Yes, I think so." Then there was a burst of laughter.
Iron Slag held his breath, moved little by little to the edge of the roof, poked his head out slightly, and looked down.I saw several patrolling guards gathered together, smoking and chatting.
Taking advantage of this gap, Tie Slag used both hands and feet to climb rapidly on the roof, completely ignoring the sound.
The guards thought it was a mouse at first, and continued to chat disapprovingly.They didn't feel the seriousness of the problem until the wolfdog barked.However, it was already too late, they only had time to see a black shadow flying down from the wall, and then a cold light flashed, and a big hole was torn open in the power grid.The black shadow rushed out and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The guards rushed over to check and found that the cuts in the barbed wire were extremely smooth, as if they had been cut off by some sharp weapon.At this moment, they were all glad that they didn't chase after them foolishly. Facing such a monster, they would simply die...
(End of this chapter)
The captain looked at Greyhound No. [-], which was a husky and looked rather thin.He put down the binoculars and said with some doubts, "Is this dog okay? It looks like he hasn't had enough to eat."
"Believe it or not." Tie Slag answered flatly.
Seeing that the game was about to start, the captain ran into a red tent by the fence with the mentality of trying, and placed a bet of 2 silver.
A few minutes later, with the sound of a whistle, nine racing dogs scrambled into the track, running quickly on the thin snow, and the crowd of onlookers also boiled up.
"Come on! Run!" "Baby! Catch up!"
Among the crowd, only the captain's voice was unique, and he could only hear him yelling loudly: "Get it! Kill it! Yes... very good... it's about to cry, it's already crying... yes!"
After finishing the first lap, greyhound No. [-] stood out and rushed to the front. The captain became even more excited and shouted hard: "Good! Well done! Give you a raise! Good dinner..."
At this moment, a black dog squeezed up from behind and pressed against the side of greyhound No. [-]. The captain yelled: "Cheating! This is simply cheating!" The person beside him was about to shake vigorously, but suddenly felt a cold gaze sweeping past his neck!He woke up immediately, and patted the other person's shoulder lightly, as if patting off the remaining snow on the other person's body.
"Good clothes." The captain praised.
Iron Slag replied indifferently, "Be careful."
The race continued and soon came the last lap.The black dog chased after Hutch, only half a body behind.Seeing that the black dog was about to catch up, the captain tore his throat and yelled: "If you dare to lose, you will be stewed!"
Seemingly feeling threatened by the captain, Hutches let out a low growl, his speed suddenly increased, he jumped up, left the black dog for a long distance, and became the champion of the game.
"Hahaha!" The captain laughed boldly, patted Tie Slag on the shoulder, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Amazing! Since ancient times, heroes come from youth." Tie Slag rolled his eyes, expressing his disdain for the captain's praise.Due to the upset, the odds of Greyhound No. 21 winning the championship were 2 to [-], and the captain won [-] gold coins.
After the second greyhound race entered, Tie Slag asked Alice calmly, and immediately, the screen on the front of the red comet lighted up.
"Da da da...beep..."--According to dog breed... coat color... temperament... state... No. [-] has the highest winning rate...
In this match, the captain paid a full 5 gold coins according to Tie Slag's prompt.As the stakes increased, the captain became even more agitated when the game started and nearly kicked the fence.However, the game wasn't all that tense or intense.Greyhound No. 2 was far ahead all the way, leaving No.8 for half a lap, and won the championship without any suspense.However, Greyhound No. 3 is the favorite, so the odds are not high, only [-] to [-].The captain won [-] gold coins, and generously distributed [-] gold coins to Iron Slag.
Tie Slag took the money and was in a happy mood. He patted the captain on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"
In the third game, Alice suggested No. 10, and the odds were [-].The captain bet [-] gold coins at a time, and then asked Tie Slag if he wanted to place a bet.
Tie Slag refused without thinking, because old man Tie once said: "Gambling is not good."
After the third round, No. 2 only took No.2, the odds were [-], and the captain lost [-] gold coins.The result this time scared him so much that he didn't dare to make any more heavy bets.In the next few scenes, Alice's judgment was sometimes right and sometimes wrong. After all, she couldn't use a scanner, and she could only use the data calculation of the image generator, which had certain errors.
The captain wins and loses, and his enthusiasm for betting on dogs has faded. After losing another game, he stopped betting.But simply watching the running dogs was a bit boring, the captain yawned and proposed to go back to sleep.
Iron Slag nodded, and began to clear the snow from the red comet.
The captain looked around boredly, and suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he stared intently in one direction...
After dealing with the snow, Iron Slag stepped onto the locomotive and was about to start it, but found that the captain was looking ahead with a dull expression, as if he was attracted by a magnet, completely unresponsive.Following his gaze, there was a graceful and handsome beauty leaning against the fence not far away.Upon closer inspection, it was the red-haired girl I met at the bar that day.
"Let's go!" Tie Slag frowned and asked.
"You go back first... I... I have something to do..." The captain stared at the girl intently, and walked over without looking back...
Iron Slag grabbed the accelerator and twisted it hard, and rushed straight out.
It was already late at night when we returned to the giant wooden wine barrel. Iron Slag changed into a gray cloth robe, patted the body of the red comet, and ordered: "Take care of yourself, and retreat if you are in danger."
[Yes, my captain]
Before he finished speaking, Iron Slag pushed open the window of the guest room and jumped out, landed on the snow without a sound, and moved quickly along the dark side of the moonlight, hiding in the shadow of the alley.
In the past few days, he has not been idle. On the surface, he is wandering around, but secretly he has found out about Luoyan Town.Ever since he finished moving the boxes that day and came back with a sore back and legs, he had already given up making money through normal means and was going to rely on stealing.
Although he has always adhered to the principle of "first come, first served", but now that he has killed the nobles of Yincheng, he is already desperate and can't care about so much.
After more than 20 minutes, Iron Slag sneaked all the way to the vicinity of the supply market.He was originally a rich man who wanted to sneak into Luoyan Town, but after observing for a long time, he found that the three major families were not only heavily guarded, but also many masters were sitting in the town. The Sima family even had two guards wearing psychic biochemical armor.In desperation, he had no choice but to steal the supply market directly, and it is estimated that those traders would not be able to survive without a few money.
The periphery of the supply market is a five-meter-high barbed wire fence. Occasionally, a fly flies down and is instantly burnt by electricity.
According to his observation during the day, there are twelve guards inside the barbed wire, eight of them are fixed guards, and the remaining four are patrolling with dogs.Fortunately, there are no guards inside the supply market, and the vendors don't trust anyone, and they all leave together and lock them together.
Iron Slag walked around the barbed wire fence from a distance, and found that two of the eight fixed guards were dozing off.He picked the one that seemed to be sleeping deeper, and moved over quietly, crawling in the shadow of the sentry tower.After the patrolling guards walked away, his whole body tensed up, and he suddenly exerted strength!
"Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss!"
In an instant, the blades sprang out from behind!
These six jointed feet are wrapped in a thick carapace, with tiny barbs at the tips.With the soft sound of piercing the air, the six jointed feet hooked the barbed wire one after another and climbed up.Because the limbs are very long and the cuticle is thick, the current on it is completely isolated.
After crossing the barbed wire, Iron Slag immediately prostrated himself on the ground, quickly crawled behind a pile of wooden boxes with six jointed feet and four limbs, and observed the situation through the gaps between the wooden boxes.After waiting for about ten minutes, the patrolling guard on the scheduled route walked away, and he immediately rushed to the corner of the market with both hands and feet.
The market was remodeled from an old warehouse. The outer wall of the lower part is made of masonry, and the upper part is made of iron sheets and angle steel brackets, with a total height of more than ten meters.Iron Slag stepped forward with his left foot, turned sideways, swung hard, and the three jointed feet on the right plunged into the wall!Immediately after a flick of the left shoulder, the other three joints were firmly nailed into the wall.In the next second, he climbed up the wall with both hands and feet, fell with his joints and feet, retracted with a thorn, and attached to the wall with all his strength, and climbed up to the roof in the blink of an eye.
Iron Slag's six jointed feet plus four limbs fully distributed the weight of the body to ten points.Therefore, the sound of his movement on the tin roof was very small, only a little rustling.
After a while, the iron slag crawled to the ventilation duct, put away its joints and burrowed in.There is a lot of dust in the pipes, and the smoke will fill the air as soon as you go in.Iron Slag held his breath, crawled along the pipeline, and soon arrived at the predetermined location.He opened the ventilation hole and got out, opened his joints again, and climbed along the outside of the ventilation duct.
The market was pitch black, with no light at all, and Iron Slag crawled along the line in his mind to the vicinity of the target, relying only on memory.After landing, he turned on the fluorescent flashlight, used the weak light to find the booth of compressed biscuits, and got in.
There were hundreds of wooden boxes scattered about in the tent, but only two were sealed with dark green wooden strips.He opened it and took a look. There were soap-sized compressed biscuits neatly packed inside, and there were hundreds of pieces in a box.He took out all the money and threw it in a conspicuous place. Although it was not much, it was considered as money for the stall owner to buy goods.As for whether it is enough or not, he doesn't think about it.
Picking up two boxes of military compressed biscuits, Iron Slag opened his joints and walked back along the original road.Halfway through, he remembered that he had bought compressed biscuits here a few days ago, and now that the other party only lost compressed biscuits, he would definitely be suspicious of him.So he returned to the market and messed up all the products in the compressed biscuit stall and the surrounding stalls while trying not to damage things.
After covering up, Iron Slag quickly returned to the roof.At this time, due to the two boxes of compressed biscuits on his body, his mobility was greatly reduced, and he made the sound of "clearing and clanging" from time to time when he climbed on the roof.
At this moment, the wolfhound below seemed to be aware of the movement, and barked "Wow, woof, woof".Tie Slag was startled, and immediately prostrated himself on the spot, not daring to make any more noise.
After a while, the guards yelled and cursed from below, "Stop arguing, I will kick you to death! It's just a mouse!"
"Your dog is in spring." "Yes, I think so." Then there was a burst of laughter.
Iron Slag held his breath, moved little by little to the edge of the roof, poked his head out slightly, and looked down.I saw several patrolling guards gathered together, smoking and chatting.
Taking advantage of this gap, Tie Slag used both hands and feet to climb rapidly on the roof, completely ignoring the sound.
The guards thought it was a mouse at first, and continued to chat disapprovingly.They didn't feel the seriousness of the problem until the wolfdog barked.However, it was already too late, they only had time to see a black shadow flying down from the wall, and then a cold light flashed, and a big hole was torn open in the power grid.The black shadow rushed out and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The guards rushed over to check and found that the cuts in the barbed wire were extremely smooth, as if they had been cut off by some sharp weapon.At this moment, they were all glad that they didn't chase after them foolishly. Facing such a monster, they would simply die...
(End of this chapter)
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