"Okay, what exactly are you going to do?"
It’s not surprising that Bloodsport still looks that trembling.
If someone only needs such a short period of time to overcome his own psychological shadow, then such a person will not be shrouded in the shadow from the beginning.
The little mouse wearing a vest moved its little paws, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.
If someone would keep a mouse as a pet.
Rats and squirrels are not the same thing.
"You mean over there?"
Bloodsport glanced in the direction the little mouse was pointing.
There seems to be a passage there, but it looks like you can only crawl through it.
Okay, that's a tunnel, a super small one.
Bloody Sports can be stuck inside if the movements are slightly larger.
But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon here.
"I owe you my life."
Bloodsport said helplessly. Fortunately, his tremors no longer seriously affected his actions.
Since Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.
Now only the emergency lights flicker on and off, and it's obvious that they won't last much longer.
It's been a long time since this place became what it is now, so it's lucky that the emergency lights can still shine.
After passing through that long and narrow tunnel, Bloodsport finally saw a little light.
Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place really feels a bit desolate.
It doesn't look like a super prison that was once filled with criminals, or it looks like a large empty warehouse.
If it weren't for the rows of regular cells, there really would be no connection between this place and the prison.
"What's over there?"
Bloodsport was still shaking, but still able to communicate.
Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, he dare not do it...
This fear of rats has long penetrated deep into his heart.
"Zhizhizhi~"
The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and stretched out his paws to grab Bloodsport's clothes.
It seemed like he was trying to lead the way.
This looks a bit like Jerry. I wonder if this mouse can play swordsmanship, dance, and do scientific research...
"Okay, don't touch me now, I'll be there!"
Bloodsport became even more tense.
After fighting all the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.
He can still deal with the weak ones, such as the Sinking Demon.
But it would be terrible if a big guy came along.
It may be best to keep quiet when acting alone, as this may not send a message to teammates.
But it won't attract the enemy's attention.
Bloodsport crept forward cautiously until he reached the door of a collapsed cell.
Just walking here can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren't for the unique stench of demons in the smell of blood here, Bloody Sports might have turned around and ran away.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The little mouse shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was very anxious.
"You mean there is something important to you buried here? Or do you mean there is a person buried here?"
Bloodsport said this, but his hands had already begun to carry the gravel bit by bit.
"Fuck!"
A fierce shout came from the quiet flickering environment...
The sound was almost the same as Wayne's war cry.
He was not injured, but he found a piece of rat underneath the stone he just picked up...
A rat with bloody flesh crushed under a stone can indeed be called a rat piece...
It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.
Then a motorcycle flew past and left the same traces... 1
The rat is not powerful, but its psychological shadow is still indelible...
Especially the emptiness after those dark eyes lost their brilliance, which made Blood Sports feel like he was seeing himself...
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The little mouse wearing a vest shouted loudly, although even if he shouted with all his strength, the sound would not be loud.
He acted very uneasy, as if something was coming.
"I know, I'll speed up!"
Bloodsport originally planned to throw the stone with rat flakes on his hand farther away, but accidentally put it aside carefully.
Then he moved the rocks faster.
He is not slow in his movements. If he were moving bricks on a construction site, he could earn seven to eight hundred yuan in one day at least.
This efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's brutal training since he was a child, he has reached the limit of human physical fitness.
"Lakanixiu~"
When this sound sounded, Bloody Sports could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.
Even the stench made him feel a little nauseous.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
A scream!
The little mouse wearing a vest widened his eyes and took an offensive stance.
“Hey, little guy, you’d better stay away for a little bit!
It's a pity that I can't help you dig out these rocks until those demons are dealt with.
grass! "
Another foul language...
Bloodsport saw the little mouse wearing a vest expand in size in an instant, and stopped growing just when it was about to squeeze through the vest!
Then the mouse fur on the back became like a porcupine's quills, and after a tremor, it flew out!
Wire-haired rat…
Monsters are everywhere in Sanctuary.
To say these guys are demons is a bit derogatory to demons.
But these mice are not serious mice either.
It's a pity Luke didn't tell Bloodsport about wire-haired rats...
It’s not Luke’s fault. These little things are about to become endangered species after the Hell Demon really came to the sanctuary...
The demons do not recognize these little guys as one of them, and these things cannot get close to the Nephalem...
The reality is always so cruel, and all these animals affected by the power of the Burning Hell live in discomfort.
Just like the demon cow clan.
"Okay, I'll speed up now."
Bloodsport didn't look at what it was like to be shot by a spiked demon.
Just the speed at which the spikes flew out allowed him to estimate the lethality of this shot.
It will definitely not be any worse than the bullets fired by the weapon in his hand!
When blood sports weapons are not equipped with modules, the caliber of bullets is very small.
But this was enough to kill those Sinking Demons, and the spikes fired by this rat in a vest were even larger than the caliber of his bullets!
"Fuck, why is it like this again!"
Bloodsport grumbled as he put the new rat piece aside.
When he had moved most of the rocks away, he saw a scene that would make even a normal person fear rats!
Under the rocks are a large number of bloody rats piled up!
But there is a small gap at the bottom!
He seemed to realize something!
At this time, those Sinking Demons finally approached the scene!
This is a mature team of fallen demons, and there are wizards among them.
The ability to resurrect one's own race is very difficult, but this race still does not have a high upper limit.
Those wizards were too conspicuous and could easily be targeted and killed.
It's a pity that the little mouse in the vest didn't seem to notice this characteristic. The constant firing of spikes made the frontmost fallen demons look like hedgehogs.
But the wizard was still walking at the end unscathed.
"Okay, little mouse.
If you keep firing spikes, you'll go bald.
I've moved the rocks away, and it's up to you to do whatever you want. "
Bloodsport took a deep breath to calm down, and then raised his hand directly.
He pointed the gun that looked like a can opener at the fallen wizard in the distance.
Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.
This is what humans are truly proud of!
This total wisdom is the reason why humans stand at the top of this planet!
The Sinking Demons can only be said to be cunning. They have never experienced a more complicated struggle that cannot use force. Even hiding seems a bit funny!
"Bang~"
The gunshot rang out, and the Sinking Demon Wizard fell to the ground first!
Those groups of fallen demons lost their backbone in an instant and began to flee!
But the Sinking Demon who was walking at the front fell behind when he was escaping. In addition, he was full of "weights", causing him to fall directly to the ground.
The side covered with spikes was still facing down, and now he could no longer stand up.
"Zhizhizhi~"
"Well~Sebastian~What's wrong with me?"
A sleepy voice sounded from the pile of rat pieces, sounding like he was not awake at all.
Sebastian seems to be the name of the rat wearing a vest.
"Hmm~ I remembered it. It seemed like there were earthquakes several times before?
I called these friends to protect me?
It seems that the earthquake has passed? "
That lazy and sleepy female voice finally had a hint of sobriety, which might be a good thing.
"Okay, man. I'm Bloodsport, here to deal with demons.
Girl, what's your name? "
Bloodsport watched as a figure crawled out from under the pile of rat films. The girl's face didn't look good at all.
Although there were many rats, these rats had lost their lives for her.
This is not something to be happy about for her.
"Looks like it's time for a nickname? Well, I'm the Rat Catcher."
"Ratcatcher? I remember he was a man, and he was elderly?"
Bloodsport said with some surprise.
"That's my father, and since you know him, I'm the second generation rat catcher."
The young girl said this, still looking sleepy.
But there seemed to be light in her eyes.
If rats have goals, why can’t we? These were the words left to her by the father of the second generation of Rat Catcher.
This is probably one of her life creeds.
"Okay, second generation.
But I remember that there didn’t seem to be any earth-shattering and vicious cases among the things your father did.
So why are you in Dream Prison? "
Bloodsport asked.
The father and daughter Ratcatcher are also very talented.
The father is a vicious dog...but fortunately he did not pass this bad habit on to his daughter.
Nor did I exchange my daughter for the purchasing funds for that junk.
So he is not considered a scumbag and is hopeless.
Even if the father doesn't look at his own bad habits, that guy is still quite responsible.
At least he's a good father.
The ability to drive rats gives them the ability to sustain themselves.
For example, work like helping others drive away rats is actually quite profitable.
This is also the origin of the title Ratcatcher.
It's a pity that there will always be people who use malicious intentions to judge others.
After the ratcatcher's abilities became famous, those who needed to get rid of rats always assumed that the rats were brought by the ratcatcher.
So I want to solve these "blackmails" once and for all.
It's a shame those filthy capitalist bastards got it all wrong, but the ratcatchers also became criminals.
It’s quite unfair anyway…
Until the rat catcher himself lost his life because of that bad habit, and the girl also lost the only person who could protect her.
Then he was sent to Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...
After that woman gave up her conscience, there was nothing that a human could do.
The innocent second-generation rat catcher has a new place to live, and she doesn't need the rats to keep her warm.
And she doesn’t have to ask rats to help her collect food.
Maybe this is a good thing?
Anyway, the second generation of Ratcatcher was not subjected to any abuse, except for a bomb being installed in his head...
"Huh? I picked up a watch from a little mouse?
Then I plan to exchange money.
Then I got caught and they said I was stealing. "
The second generation of Rat Catcher said without caring at all.
She was obviously falsely accused and wronged, but she didn't care at all.
Life in Dream Prison is much better than living on the streets.
"Amanda Waller did it?"
Bloodsport immediately thought of that bitch...
This method is exactly the same as the method used to force him to serve.
“Well, Amanda arranged a place for me.
It was said that as long as I could help when they needed me, my sentence would be reduced by ten years. "
The second generation of Rat Catcher said it matter-of-factly.
There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"What did you steal that warranted more than ten years in prison?"
Bloodsport said with anger.
"I didn't steal that, I picked it up!"
The second generation Rat Catcher was still a little excited when he said this.
She obviously knew she had been wronged and was angry about it.
"Well, it's a watch."
"What watch can get you locked up in Dream Prison?"
"A watch for watching TV."
"..."
Bloodsport felt that this conversation seemed somewhat familiar.
"I know that a mobile phone can do all this, but I don't have a mobile phone, and naturally I don't have a phone card.
That watch can be used to watch TV~"
The second generation Rat Catcher said with a regretful tone.
When she was growing up, she could only watch TV through the windows of street shops...
"Amanda Waller is really not human! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!"
Bloodsport said from the heart.
Then he felt his communication headset ring.
He forgot that he had a listening device on him and a bomb in his head...
Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not detonate a bomb just because someone scolds her. In Amanda Waller's eyes, the mission comes first...
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