1526 Quarrel

Recatos didn't know how long he ran. His legs became heavier and heavier. In the end, he subconsciously switched from running to fast walking to finally slow walking.

Fear, running, hunger, and cold all made him suffer. He slowly moved forward, feeling that his body was heating up.

This phenomenon... was not a good phenomenon. He felt that his physical strength was passing away extremely quickly.

Whether it was because there was something under his feet or because he was exhausted, his legs gave way and he fell onto the snow.

When he woke up, he was lying in a warm sleeping bag, covered with a deerskin.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties came over, holding a steaming cup in his hand.

"Are you awake?" the middle-aged man said and sat down next to him. "I saw you in the snow. You had an injury on your arm. I helped you take care of it."

"Who hurt you?"

Recatos subconsciously wanted to speak, and his mouth opened, but in the end, he only made the sound of "Abba, Ababa".

His accent is quite different from that of people from the Federation. Maybe people from the central and southern regions of the Federation can't tell where he comes from from his accent.

But people in the north, especially near the border, would definitely be able to tell his accent.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't know if the attack on the patrol team and patrol station was a big deal. The most important thing now was to ensure his own safety first.

The middle-aged man showed a look of pity, "How pitiful, have you met those Marillo people?"

Recatos was stunned for a moment and nodded repeatedly. The man sighed, "You're so pitiful, but it doesn't matter. We can return to the town tomorrow at the latest, and we'll be safe there."

He also patted Leratos's body specially, "I put a brace on your arm. It may be inconvenient..."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Recatos thought to himself that after the injury on his arm healed, he would not kill this man. This was his reward for this man saving him...

The man had been very enthusiastic along the way, so enthusiastic that Recatos felt a little guilty. He was considering whether he should tell the truth to this man within a certain limit.

For example, he hides the things he has done and describes himself simply as a victim.

After he came to the federal territory, he had to have somewhere to go. In the past, he had many brothers around him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

But now he is alone, and he needs someone to help him integrate into the federal society. This middle-aged man may be a good choice.

On the way back to town, the middle-aged man talked about a lot of things, including his wife, his children, and his own dreams.

"My biggest wish is to move to some cities in the south. Those meteorological experts said that we will get colder and colder in the future. It is already cold enough now."

"I don't want my child to be unable to go out in the cold winter for three or four months a year. He should live in the sun and be able to run and have fun."

"But you know, if you want to do it, you have to have money, but money..." The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head, "But you know, making money is too difficult."

Recatos has developed a good sense of empathy. In fact, in a certain respect, the characteristics of the bottom class of society are all the same. They are always disturbed by too many external factors, which sometimes makes them emotional. .

The upper class of society is different. Even if they have already driven some poor people to death, they will not show any mercy to those poor people who are about to be driven to death by them.

He felt that if he got money in the future, it might help him realize this wish.

For a whole day, Recatos felt that he was far away from the border, during which he even fell asleep twice.

Because the middle-aged man only brought his own food, although he ate a little, it was not much and he could barely survive.

The feeling of hunger never left him, and he swore that when he returned to the middle-aged man's house, he would have a good meal.

When he woke up again after falling asleep for the third time, he didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by a splash of cold water.

"It is true that you are not dead, but the price of living and dead is the same. If I give you more money, others will ask for it, which will make it difficult for me."

"There's only so much money given from above, and it's all calculated."

A guy who looked like... a police officer stood next to the middle-aged man, and the two looked at him.

Only then did Recatos realize that he had been sitting on a chair at some point and was completely tied up.

He tried to struggle, but after several days of hunger, he had no strength at all. His struggle was just a meaningless twisting, and soon he didn't even have the strength to twist.

He looked at the middle-aged man fiercely and a little hurt. He didn't quite understand why he was here or what happened.

The middle-aged man was a little disappointed, "I thought the living Marillo people could give me more."

The police officer rolled his eyes and said, "Six hundred yuan, do you want it?"

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The middle-aged man glared at Recatos and stretched out his hand helplessly, "It's better than nothing, and you're still tormenting me all the way..."

He took the money from the police officer's hand, counted it clearly, stuffed it into his bag, and then started to pack his things and prepare to leave.

But the police officer added, "Next time, I'll kill someone and bring them here. I don't like doing this!"

Recatos opened his mouth in fear and wanted to say something in a weak voice, but was punched in the cheek by the middle-aged man who came over.

All the sounds turned into whimpers of pain, and the gentle man who had been chatting with him about dreams and family in the past few days became ferocious.

He quickly pulled out a foot-long bayonet from his waist, strangled his neck with one hand, and stabbed the bayonet into his heart with the other...

When his life had come to an end and he was about to leave this world completely, he faintly heard the police officer saying

"Damn, you stained my floor!"

The middle-aged man...is a bounty hunter.

This profession seems to appear in movies and novels most of the time, but in fact it has always existed!

In the west, in the north, bounty hunters can be said to be an integral part of society.

In these places with harsh natural environments, there will always be some ferocious predators that harass and attack humans, such as federal wolves, leopards, bears or some jungle lions.

It is not impossible to organize police or militia to deal with these things, but it may not be possible to send people in the morning and solve them in the afternoon.

This often takes time and luck.

The most difficult thing for the federation to deal with is always related to taxation. Apart from the tax bureau, it is the taxpayers.

If the police and militia cannot catch these things in a short time, some people will always question whether they are wasting taxpayers' money, so the special profession of bounty hunters has been retained.

The local administrative or security agency issues a bounty order, and then the bounty hunters do the work.

For officials, the cost of these bounties is much cheaper than mobilizing manpower and material resources to find a few wolves, a leopard or a bear.

Problems can be solved while spending less money.

Even if people have an issue with the processing time, it's due to the bounty hunter's incompetence and has nothing to do with the authorities.

Bounty hunters not only hunt animals, but also "people". A middle-aged man is a bounty hunter.

He pulled his bayonet out of Recatus' body, wiped it on him, and then inserted it into the cowhide scabbard.

At the same time, he complained a little, "If you had said this earlier, I would have come directly with their eyes. In this time, I might have killed several of them."

He cursed and said a few more words. He thought that the living Marillo people would be worth more, but he didn't expect that life and death were the same price. What a fucking loss!

The police officer pouted and began to clean up the mess.

As the advance troops of Blackstone Security arrived at the border, a large-scale search and killing of the Marillos who had sneaked into the federal territory began.

At the same time, villages, towns and even cities near the northern border began to place bounties on these invaders, regardless of life or death.

Some of these bounties are allocated through local finance, and some are sponsored by local wealthy people.

Everyone knows that letting the Marillos run amok in the country will definitely mess up the entire north. Spending a little money now is much better than not having the chance to spend money later.

In just one day, Blackstone Security killed more than 1,100 people, and more field personnel boarded the train to the border.

The news quickly sparked a buzz in Boupen, and while people were buzzing, Mr. Trueman was also relieved.

Lynch's quick action relieved the pressure, which now began to shift away from him and onto those members of Congress.

While they used this incident to exert pressure, they also created the current situation!

It is a double-edged sword. When you swing it and don't hurt others, you will definitely hurt yourself!

The Marillo government is still condemning the federal actions. Their new president called it "a tragic massacre." He said that at least tens of thousands of refugees died or disappeared in this military conflict.

He is also looking for ways to gain attention and assistance from the international community. Foreign Minister Pengeo was the first to stand up to support the Marillo people.

They used "federal people's unabashed greed for territory" and "inhumane military operations" to discredit the federation, and declared that when necessary, they would stand up for justice for Marillo and contribute to maintaining world peace!

Yes, they have now also learned what the federal people say. Anyway, whoever threatens them is a potential threat to destroy world peace.

Public opinion is very useful, even better than Emperor Pengjieo imagined!