Night City.
Streetlights stand in a clean and tidy neighborhood. Stone bricks of uniform specifications pave the spacious and smooth roads. Single-family houses are sparsely distributed around the neighborhood.
This is an aristocratic area where intellectual aristocrats live and live. Perhaps to distinguish themselves from the untouchables, or perhaps to demonstrate their status, they paved the driving roads with high-quality stone bricks and hired full-time cleaning workers. The streets were cleaned for them, and even some cold-resistant trees of varying heights and some gardening plants could be seen in those mansions.
Whether it is the health environment or the living environment, the aristocratic area is much better than the slum area.
A group of wriggling shadows jumped in the darkness that could not be illuminated by street lights, and soon disappeared into one of the single-family mansions, following the shadows and swooping into the noble's study.
Sir Connaught was sitting at his desk, studying a book. The desk lamp on the desk emitted a soft, warm orange light. He keenly noticed the strange movement in the room. He looked up and saw the first hunter emerging from the shadows. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face and he stood up from the chair, lowered his head and stroked his chest and saluted: Good night, respected and great first hunter, you are the star in the night, the hunter among hunters, and the guardian of the night city. , a truly benevolent person. You pointed the way forward for Night City in an era of chaos and darkness. It is the struggle and sacrifice of you and the ancestors that made Night City what it is today. I pay tribute to you.
The first hunter's brows jumped wildly when he heard this. He knew very well that the words spoken by the other party were praises written in the textbooks of Night City, but to him, it felt like Chairman Lao Wang was scolding him in a roundabout way. Even for a person like him who has lived for hundreds of years and is accustomed to the sophistication of the world, he was a little unable to resist the innuendo and innuendo that seemed to be pointing at others, so he quickly interrupted him: Okay, here we go. That's it. I don't really like this kind of etiquette from your nobles.
Please follow his instructions. Sir Connaught nodded slightly, and then immediately got to the point. You have come at the right time. The Axis Regiment is about to make a big move.
Has the situation changed again? .
This is the news I just received. Sir Connaught nodded, and the lowly workers of the Axis Regiment suddenly broke out and formed a mob group to cause chaos in the city.
The first hunter frowned: The mob is causing trouble?
Yes, Sir Connaught's face was as gloomy as if he was about to drip water. Several waves of mobs had been organized in the city and began to burn, kill and loot in the city. Now the security team has rushed to the scene and is working hard to control the situation.
As he spoke, he subconsciously raised his head, only to find that the first hunter was staring at him murderously.
Who is the first hunter? In the old world, the fierce men fought against the strange supernatural creatures on the dark side of the world. After the end of the world, they took the surviving humans with them to fight against the doomsday where demons were dancing and insect swarms were rampant. Full of blood.
Just this glare has a breathtaking aura.
It was like a demon walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Sir Connaught felt that his next words were stuck in his throat. It was difficult to say even one syllable, and his breathing gradually became difficult.
Soon, the huge pressure and suffocation quietly dissipated. The first hunter seemed to realize that something was wrong with his state and restrained the terrifying aura he released.
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