The atmosphere was very awkward. Oster stood with his hands raised, and the guards stared at him with their swords pressed. No one moved or spoke. A dead leaf blew by in the wind.
After a while, Oster took back his hand, scratched his head, and said to the guards with an awkward smile, "Ah haha, sirs, you guys have had a hard day patrolling. I'm not a busker, so I just made a joke. As the saying goes, smile. Ten years less. If I don’t have anything else to do, I’ll leave now. See you later, bye!~”
As he spoke, he quietly retreated to the wall, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, turned around and ran away. The guards came to their senses, swarmed up and held him down, punching and kicking him. The pain caused Oster to scream loudly, "Stop fighting, stop fighting! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!..."
Silas didn't dare to go forward at first, so he tentatively hid behind the guard and lightly kicked Oster's butt. Seeing that the latter didn't respond, he was happy and became bolder. He jumped forward and kicked hard.
The official was also very angry. He was almost frightened by Oster just now, and he almost abandoned the team and ran away. Now he was even more sure that the other party was not the red-haired villain on the wanted poster at all, but was just pretending to play with them;
The official immediately called his subordinates, took out the case file and registered the case, and sent the liar who refused to pay taxes and teased the officers and soldiers to the mines to dig for the rest of his life.
Oster lay on the ground, his heart full of despair. Who had ever heard of Goldfinger actually shutting down automatically when it ran out of energy? Is this even justified?
At any time, the consequences of getting carried away are often extreme joy and sorrow. In this alien world where nothing matters, where can I find a charger? And before he found it, he probably would have burped long ago.
All the guards stopped when they had enough beatings, and only Silas was still punching and kicking Oster on the ground, saying repeatedly, "Isn't he very good? Don't you know a little bit? You also have today!" "
Oster spat out the blood in his mouth and said with difficulty, "I let you go and treated your injuries. Let alone repay you. Don't you have any conscience at all?"
Silas kicked him again and said, "I have seen a lot of stupid people like you. You think you are different from others and you talk about truths. But you still have a conscience. In this world, good people die more miserably than each other. If you want to live a long life, you have to be ruthless!”
The officer said to Silas, "Don't beat him to death. I've registered him. He's going to Djangorod to mine."
Silas nodded and bowed with a smile, "Sir, don't worry, the Artists Guild is under my control. There are many fools like this. Not to mention a slave worker, I will sign ten or eight prostitution contracts for you on the spot!"
Auster said in disbelief, "You represent the buskers in the town, but you are colluding with the officers and soldiers. Didn't you listen to what I said? Why did you establish the guild?"
Silas turned to look at Auster. After a moment, he suddenly kicked Auster in the chest hard. The latter was kicked up, hit the wall and fell down, spitting out a large mouthful of blood;
Then Silas started laughing so hard that he cried, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. After laughing, he wiped the corners of his eyes and said;
"Then I'll answer you. From the beginning, I never thought about helping those poor artists to gain any benefits. The guild was just a guise for me to collect protection fees and trick those fools into signing prostitution contracts. It was a stepping stone for me to make money and get promoted. . Understand, stepping stone!" He strode over, stepped on the head of Oster, who could not move, and crushed him hard, letting the other person feel the meaning of the stepping stone with his body;
"...As for those disgusting truths, I'm going to fuck you Male Gobi. Why do you think others will listen to your long speech? It's not because you put magic on people's heads. Look at yourself now, you have no power. You’re not even a shit!”
Several of Oster's ribs were broken by the kick, and his skull creaked when Silas stepped on it hard. However, what is more painful than the injury is that what the other person said is true;
Since time traveling, Auster has believed that he is beyond the moral standards of this world and treats both good and bad people with sincerity. But now it seems that this kind of kindness is too naive, let alone receiving good rewards, it cannot make any real bad person repent. In fact, without the golden finger power brought by Sashu, his actions are just ridiculous holy behavior.
The injuries all over his body were in excruciating pain, Oster's ears were ringing, and his vision began to blur. Silas was still stepping on his head harder, seeming to want to kill him on the spot. The officers and soldiers stood by and prepared to return, turning a deaf ear to the obvious harm.
At this time, a stone flew over and hit Silas on the forehead, which was stomping hard, causing blood to flow immediately. Silas took two steps back, screamed, covered his forehead and cursed loudly, "Whoever throws a stone at me will risk his life!"
He searched around angrily, then strode in the direction from which the stone had been thrown, where a few beggars in rags were sitting against the wall on the street corner. "You stinking beggars, you bastards, are you trying to disgrace me? Look at me breaking your backbones!..."
When his foot stepped on a round object, Silas staggered and almost fell to the ground. He was about to curse again, but he didn't make a sound; because he saw that what he was stepping on was a mine that had already ignited the fuse.
After the deafening loud noise, Oster woke up from his hazy consciousness. I saw a broken leg flying high in the smoke. Silas fell to the ground, rolling on the ground holding the broken leg, letting out a heart-rending scream like a slaughtering pig. However, this time, no one helped him treat him.
The official was shocked, "Who put the bomb? Line up quickly and defend!"
Oster couldn't figure out what was going on. He was so injured and weak that he couldn't get up from the ground, so he could only look sideways. The guards lined up in panic, raised their shields, huddled together, and took out their crossbows under the official's loud orders. , trying to fight back.
Then, muffled noises rang out from everywhere, and the attackers could not be seen. The guards wearing full heavy armor had been knocked down one by one;
This muffled sound gave Oster a familiar feeling, like the sound of explosives detonating in some kind of sealed pipe. In layman's terms, it's the sound of gunfire - the sound of gunshots that ring out in the wizarding world.
In the end, the official was also hit on one shoulder and fell down. He was protected by the huddled guards holding up shields. He said with difficulty, "This is... an engineering contraband weapon. It's those rebels! They actually... retreated in the town." , retreat quickly!——"
The guards took turns covering the scene, leaving several corpses behind, and fled in embarrassment while supporting the officials and wounded soldiers. Of course, no one cared about Silas.
The fat man endured the severe pain that almost caused him to faint. His lips bled from his bite and he did not dare to make a sound. Dragging his broken leg, he struggled to crawl towards the opposite street corner step by step, blood drawing a long trail behind him;
It's almost there, just a hair away... He, the president of the Artists Guild, has worked hard on his own for many years to get where he is today, how could he end up here!
When he was about to reach the wall, a long pipe stretched out from behind and touched the back of his head.
Silas was stunned, his jaw trembling and unable to make a sound. Behind him was a man wearing a bamboo hat whose face could not be seen clearly. He was holding a strange long pole weapon with a metal wooden handle in one hand.
Without any hesitation, the other party pulled the trigger mercilessly. In that moment, time seemed to slow down;
A lifetime of memories emerged in Seles' mind: he left home when he was young and traveled across the ocean. He suffered a lot in various docks and factories. Originally he was friendly to others and lived by his own strength, but he was always bullied. After successfully resisting for the first time by relying on his strength and strength, he looked at the fearful eyes of the people around him and began to realize the usefulness of strength;
After that, he changed step by step, forming gangs, speculating, and ruthlessly betraying those who came from a poor background like himself. In his eyes, only power can bring him benefits, fame and the life he wants. Therefore, when Auster let him go and persuaded him to turn back, Silas was filled with anger. Why can you speak these great principles? Isn't it just because of your own strength?
Behind him, as the runes on the gun were charged one by one, the magic stone stimulated the energy array behind the gun barrel in turn. Wind and fire elements filled the barrel, mixing into a forward force, pushing the bullet out. .
In the next moment, the slowed down time returns to its original state. The unjust man's head was immediately pierced by a bullet, and he fell to the ground like a sack, making no more noise.
The man wearing a bamboo hat put the smoking gun barrel back into his raincoat and blew a whistle. Several similarly dressed people immediately stopped chasing the guards and withdrew.
Oster opened his eyes with difficulty and saw several people wearing raincoats and bamboo hats standing in front of him. Although they looked like a group of beggars, long metal pipes were faintly exposed under the cloaks, engraved with flickering magic runes.
One of them, a particularly short one, came forward, with half of his face missing a front tooth and grinning evilly exposed under his bamboo hat;
"Are you already disillusioned with this world? Do you think it is full of ungrateful people who repay kindness with revenge? - Let me tell you, that's not the case!"
The hat was lifted, revealing a pair of bright eyes and long black hair. The little girl in front of him is none other than the little thief that Oster used all his wealth to let go.
The beggars helped Oster up, and one of them carried him on his back. Oster wanted to say something, but the blood in his esophagus rushed up to his throat, and his mouth smelled fishy and salty, making him unable to speak.
He felt his vision becoming increasingly blurry, and finally, amidst the anxious calls of the little girl, he completely lost consciousness.
