Our family is in decline

Scorpion and the others withdrew from the first-line range, and when they walked out a little, they saw more and more adventurers, and the cry for help above the ruins caught their attention.

"Captain, look over there."

Scorpion looked over and just frowned. Although his expression was a little disgusted, he didn't mean to say anything more. Instead, he waved his hand slightly to indicate that he should ignore these things.

What they saw were looters robbing another group of people.

Because this kind of thing is so common. I have been a mercenary for so many years and I have seen too many similar situations in this world.

Even if they were mercenaries one second, they would become marauders the next. Some mercenary groups also take into account the identity of marauders. Being gangsters depends entirely on risk and profit, not character.

Adventurers are not stupid. They usually find a few people to form a small team. The weapons in their hands indicate that they are not fat sheep but hedgehogs. If they dare to take a bite, their teeth will be broken.

But those looters are more professional, and they will also tangle with more people and more weapons.

And they also screen targets. Those guys know who they can mess with and who they can't. They usually focus on lone adventurers or scavengers who have no ability to resist.

They couldn't help. If it was a caravan, they might give it a try, but forget it, because rescuing those scavengers would do no good to the mercenary group, and those poor guys couldn't give them a bounty.

What's more, there are too many such things. If you can save one, you can't save them all. The plunderers will also resist and it is easy to fall into them.

Anyway, those plunderers don't know how to do it, and they don't dare to provoke these real mercenary groups.

The rest of the team didn't talk too much about this. The whole day's exploration had exhausted their energy, and they were still walking their own way, gradually moving away from here...

The robber leader was relieved when he saw that the mercenary group had not come. He was panicking to death just now, but now he dared to brag to the frightened scavengers with a grin.

"Did you see that? Even those mercenary groups don't dare to provoke me. They will still run away in despair when they see us. If you wastes hadn't stopped us, I would have beaten them as well."

After saying a few words, he became more and more excited, and even he himself was deceived, and even his younger brothers were all echoing his words.

"That's right! Those guys don't even dare to fart when they see us."

"If you dare to come here, I'll beat you two."

"I want to hit ten!"

The young man was seriously injured, so he took advantage of their distraction to move, but now he was caught again before he could run very far.

It's just that the young man looked at his companions with a kind of anger. He had clearly promised to find an opportunity to escape separately, but he had already attracted their attention. Why didn't you move? Why!

But it's a pity that those guys were scared out of their wits. They wasted this rare opportunity without anyone stepping forward, and their cowardice swallowed up their will.

"The boss has been captured!" At this time, the two younger brothers also caught the escaping young man and stood up against him.

When the leader heard this, he turned around, grabbed the young man's hair and pulled his head up, grinning ferociously.

"Help? Do you still think this is Hamlet? The police will come after just a few words?"

I feel bad talking about this boss. When he was in the city, he went to order chickens and slapped the woman because of something. Then she was sent to the brothel and locked up before she even left the brothel. In the end, she had to pay a fine. from.

When have you ever been so frustrated by calling yourself a chicken? The brothel also blocked him, and the boss was unhappy just talking about it. The scene just now made his twisted psychology swell.

"This is my territory now, I can do whatever the hell I want!" The leader pinched the boy's face and grinned ferociously, "I think you're quite handsome, just have some fun with me and I'll let you go."

"Bah!" The young man spurted a mouthful of blood at the leader, "You deserve to die!"

The leader was also angry. He wiped the blood from his face with one hand and slapped him with the backhand.

"Even if that stupid lord Hamlet comes over today, he won't be able to save you." The leader seemed to be getting more and more excited and started to unbutton his pants, "Hold him down!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the boy struggled wildly and roared with a mouth full of bloody teeth, "Hurry up and let go of my teeth!"

How can I put it, for these people, fucking a man is nothing, they are not gay, doing this kind of thing is more of a way to vent, a kind of humiliation, and a way to declare their strength. means.

Of course, it's possible that this one is really good, because there are indeed little boys in brothels in other places, but not in Hamlet.

The other boys couldn't help but cheered when they saw this, they were happy to see a good show.

In addition, these guys may not be able to afford to play chicken, so they have been suppressing it for a long time in Hamlet, planning to have fun with them after the boss is done.

It's just that this carnival made them ignore some things, and a very sudden voice came.

"Hey! What were you talking about just now?"

A tall man wearing a coat and a red scarf tied around his neck came out, with two muskets at his waist and a short sword in a sheath.

His attitude was frivolous, but his eyes were full of anger. Just one look made the plunderers panic, and they subconsciously wanted to distance themselves.

But the cowardly scavengers and the evasive mercenary group inexplicably gave them confidence. The words they shouted just now even deceived themselves. The leader was not afraid when he saw someone coming.

"Hahaha! You're just fucking alone, look at how many brothers I have."

These words immediately made those younger brothers react, yes, what should one person be afraid of?

"Do you want to save these guys? Do you really think you are a hero?"

"I think he's here to deliver the ass."

"Hahaha!"

He didn't react much to those foul-smelling insulting men. He still walked slowly, but the pressure brought by the approaching steps was inexplicably frightening.

In the past, he might have been affected, but now he is as calm as if he heard a few barks of a dog. His mentality has entered a new stage before he can be called a master.

"Hamlet is not to be insulted lightly!"

The rich voice interrupted the looters' carnival. They couldn't help but look and saw that there were three more people behind them.

A heavily armed knight, a nun wearing a simple nun's uniform but with a set of heavy armor on top, and a guy wrapped in a cloak who couldn't see clearly.

This situation immediately caused the looters to panic. Most people couldn't afford full-body armor, let alone a nun.

There is no doubt that the one blocking the road is Disma. He is responsible for attracting the attention of the marauders, and then giving Leonard, Junia, and Laura time to get around.

Now that the siege has been completed, no one can escape, so there is no need to talk nonsense.

Disma took action, but instead of taking out his musket, he drew out his dagger for close combat. The dagger was used for blocking. All his fists and feet aimed at the enemy's weak points, such as his head, jaw, abdomen, The lower body... Those stinky fish and rotten shrimps couldn't stand a few blows in front of him before they dropped their weapons and fell to the ground.

This movement already heralded the beginning of the battle,

The looters panicked after being attacked so suddenly. The leader hurriedly drew out his musket and wanted to shoot, completely ignoring his accomplices.

Just as he took it out, an arrow pierced his hand directly in the next second, and the pistol was also dropped from his hand, letting out a tragic wail.

This scene frightened those who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Compared with the fighting marauders, they immediately thought of running away.

Thoroughly implement the guiding ideology of "I will be the first to hit if I run, and I will be the first to run if I hit", and immediately fled like a startled rat.

But you really don’t know why it’s called an encirclement, right?

Turning around, he ran into Leonard who was blocking the road. The intimidation he wielded with his long sword was more terrifying than his fists and kicks.

Likewise, he didn't mean to kill them directly. Instead, he used his long sword to deflect the enemy's weapons, and then knocked them to the ground with slaps or the weight of the sword hilt.

The two robbers who had picked up the boy dropped him immediately and tried to escape from the side.

But a bolt of lightning-like light poured into his body out of thin air, and he instantly became stiff as if struck by lightning, and fell straight down.

There was a cry in the sky for some reason, and a guy subconsciously looked up and saw a black shadow flashing past.

He let out a scream the next second, and had to lower his head and wave his hands randomly to try to stop it, but his face had been cut open by sharp claws, and his face was covered with blood and he lost direction.

The leader who was shot through the palm had no intention of fighting back and wanted to run away, but fell to the ground after taking only a few steps.

It wasn't that he was attacking him, but that he forgot to unbuckle his belt and his pants slipped down, causing him to trip over. It was really funny.

In the chaos, the young man struggled to get up. When he saw the bloody pistol on the ground, he hesitated for a moment and put it in his arms. When he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, he realized that it was already over.

A group of plunderers with unequal strength, Leonard and the others were able to defeat them as easily as they were eating and drinking tea.

In just three or two minutes, the dozen or so plunderers fell to the ground and kept wailing. This was because they had deliberately kept their hands. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the lord for such a person to be able to breathe.

The scavengers, who were already frightened like quails, did not dare to move at all, but were not accidentally attacked.

Being able to control his emotions didn't mean that Disma's anger had subsided. He came up directly to find the leader who was pretending to be dead, grabbed his hair, dragged his head and slammed it towards the ground, punching him several times on the head.

"I'm asking you what the hell you just said!"

"Now tell me whose territory this is? Ah!"

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you humiliate the lord!"

Within a few moments, the leader's face was damaged due to the close contact with the earth, and one of his eyes was squeezed and bulged. Disma kindly punched him back, causing a scream.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The leader only hesitated for a moment, before Disma grabbed the arrow that penetrated his palm and pulled it out alive.

"ah!"

More intense screams suddenly resounded around him, but Disma's actions were even more terrifying. He inserted the feather arrow back again with his backhand, and at the same time roared over his wails.

"Stick your tongue out... I'm telling you to fucking stick it out!"

The extreme fear overwhelmed the pain, and even though he was unconscious in the severe pain, he subconsciously obeyed and stuck out his tongue.

Disma had been waiting for this moment and slapped his jaw hard, causing him to bite off his tongue.

The throat is where the sound is produced. The absence of the tongue only affects the clarity, but does not affect his screams.

"ah!!!"

A scream sounded even more intense than before, causing everyone else to fall into fear when they heard it.

The perpetrator just now was the leader, and now it was his turn to be severely ravaged. It can only be said that when you bully the weak, you also have to bear the bullying of the stronger.

It's just that compared to the leader who is as fierce as a castle in the air and has no confidence, the temperament displayed by Disma is completely different. That kind of cruelty and viciousness is like instinct. This is the real hard-core ruthless person.

Perhaps only Hamlet can control this "evil beast".

After a good torture, Disma lost interest and took out his pistol to end the guy's life. The leader was so frightened that he kept begging for mercy.

"Aba Aba!"

That look of indifference to life clearly meant that he was not going to let him go, and at this moment Leonard raised his hand and pressed Disma's gun.

"My lord doesn't like to see blood."

I have to say that this sentence gave the leader hope of living, and he was extremely grateful.

But Leonard's next sentence put him in a situation more terrifying than death.

"It's better to hang him up and let him stay here for a night to see what happens. We need this experimental data, so we can't let our people try it."

"It's too cheap to kill him..." Laura appeared out of nowhere, and her eyes under the hood were like looking at a dead person.

Anyone who dares to offend the lord should be tortured.

After saying that, he took out the arrow again, causing a burst of wailing.

"I have a better way." Disma suddenly grinned, his ferocious face like a devil.

"boom!"

A gunshot echoed through the ruins, but Disma fired anyway.

But instead of killing the leader, he shot him in the leg. The bullet tore instantly and shed flesh and blood, making it a blur.

"He was destined to be unable to escape if he was hung up. I decided to give him a little hope and just see if he could get out of the ruins."

As he spoke, Disma turned back to look at his teammates with a smile, "How about it, my method is better than yours."

The leader now wants to die: Brother, if you don’t play like this, you might as well shoot me dead.

"If it were a lord, he would definitely say that you made this place a mess and we wasted a guy." Leonard complained helplessly.

"There are so many here, can't we just pick one more?" Disma didn't care, and turned to Junia to signal, "Hey! Madam, help me save him, don't kill him."