Chapter 174 Soul Furnace
"Whether it's a frame-up or not, it's okay to investigate."
Franca still remembered the resentful look of the gangsters before they died when they were tracking down the lost supplies in the military camp--
"It's them! They gave it to us to sell!"
"Then I just heard you say that you plan to follow them and retaliate against them?" The strong man narrowed his eyes and saw through the tricks of this little man at a glance, "You still have the courage to touch the spokesperson of the military?"
If this is not a frame-up, what is it? When did these little gangsters in the black street become so bold?
"... Emmmm" Jonathan with a golden beard was stunned, "Fake! They are fake at all! They are not the spokespersons of the military!"
See! It's really fake! Lies!
The contradictions are self-defeating.
The strong man sneered: "Their identities are fake, and you still say that they took the bullets for you to sell?"
"Really! It's really the bullets they took for us to sell!" Jonathan was so anxious that his mouth was a little swollen.
"Puff!" The cold light slashed and the head fell to the ground, "You are so long-winded!"
The strong man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he turned to look at other people, "Tell me, who gave you the source of goods?"
Facing these bad people from the outside world, the strong man had no tolerance at all. Even if thousands of such people died, no one would care at all.
Heard that the other party was talking nonsense and wanted to frame him when he was about to die, he had completely lost his patience.
Such people should be killed!
Anyway, he was not the only one who secretly colluded with people in the black street and the military camp. If one line was broken, another line could be started.
Kill!
A group of younger brothers were silent, looking at each other subconsciously, with confusion in their big eyes-how to answer this?
Telling the truth will kill you, do you want them to make up one?
Seeing the compromised look flashing in the eyes of those younger brothers, the strong man became even more impatient.
These scum!
I just came out for a long time, and I don't have much special attack oil for demons left, so I'll use you to replenish some!
The strong man stretched out his hand, and a ripple suddenly appeared in the space in front of his palm. A tool made entirely of black steel slowly emerged from the turbulent space.
After it appeared to at least half of its volume, the strong man suddenly pulled it out-
A square, bronze tripod-like furnace.
The soul furnace, a special creation that burns the souls of sinners to obtain precious essential oils that can be used to fight demons.
Only products obtained by sacrificing souls can cause real harm to those high-dimensional demons that are difficult for mortals to understand.
Even for mortals without psychic talents, the painful soul screams they emit when facing painful death also have enough psychic power.
If they want to fight against demons, they are often more demonic than demons and more psychic than psychics!
Inside the arbitration office, there is a large furnace that burns the souls of countless sinners all night long to provide the executive officers of the agency with special essential oils for fighting demons for daily operations. Executive officers who go out to perform long-term tasks and reach a certain level are also allowed to carry a small furnace to facilitate local materials.
This is the first time that the strong man who has benefited from the eldest lady has used this thing. He has never had the opportunity to show it, which makes him quite regretful.
Now is the best time to use it.
"Ah~ah!"
"Ah ah"
The gangsters who were thrown next to the furnace and burned by the soul flames let out painful howls that went straight to the depths of their souls. The flames will not hurt their bodies, but the torture of the temperature is more unbearable than any physical punishment.
Seeing this scene, Franka, who was a little bit reluctant, walked away and blocked her ears with psychic energy.
Some people are still kind even if they believe in demons, and some people are disgusting even if they are human beings.
Franka, who had learned some of the background, hated these people as well, but she still couldn't bear to watch this torture based on the soul, but she was helpless.
This was not only a punishment for sinners, but also a weapon arsenal that allowed humans to have enough to fight against the power of demons.
Facing the real demons that came from the high-dimensional space, even the executive officers of their arbitration office would find it difficult to get an advantage without this special substance provided by the soul.
Fortunately, the souls of these ordinary gangsters were barren and their wills were weak, and they couldn't stand the burning of the soul flame for too long.
The soul was burned to ashes, and the body without the soul master fell softly to the ground.
The strong man picked up the furnace from the ground and carefully caught a pool of slightly burnt and slightly viscous liquid that flowed out of it with a special glass bottle.
"That's all." Disappointment was evident.
"I'll keep it." Franka grabbed it.
"..." The strong man moved his mouth, wanting to refuse, but couldn't refuse.
…
Since those hooligans mentioned these guys before they died, there seems to be nothing wrong with touching them.
Even if there is no suspicion, they should be labeled as "good guys".
Franca looked at the three strange guys with great interest, looking forward to what they wanted to do.
…
"It's always right to do more and be more prepared."
"Indeed...it's better to be prepared."
Kuang Xin and Dai Lian happily prepared traps, intending to give those NPCs who dared to covet Yan Zi a little shock.
The sky gradually darkened, and Gong Yan hunched his arms and covered his arms with both hands, "Do you feel a little cold?"
The sense of danger like a needle prick stimulated his skin, and Kuang Xin subconsciously looked in a certain direction——
Under the dim sky, the green light was like fireflies floating in the forest...
"Fuck! They are coming!"
Old rival! The wolf is coming!
"Stop digging, get ready to kill!"
The current situation is different from the past. They are familiar with this old rival with their experience. The wolf blood on their hands has not dried yet, and these beasts appear in front of them again.
Except that the timing of their appearance is not quite right, they are not that afraid.
"I haven't killed you for so long, can't wait to die, right!" Kuang Xin dual-wielded battle axes, brave like an ancient war god.
"Lead to the trap! Lead to the trap!" Dai Lian was so anxious that he jumped up and down behind. The more developed the muscles of this gorilla are, the lower its IQ is.
Two fists can't beat four hands, and a hero can't beat a pack of wolves. You are still invincible!
If he is given a few more months of development, I'm afraid he will dare to rush directly to those Zerg, orcs, demons and other natural disasters!
…
Looking at the messy scene, Franka, who was hiding in the dark, pursed her lips.
It seems that these people have a lot of experience in dealing with wolves, so there will be no danger.
And these traps are for dealing with these wild wolves?
When the power is insufficient, external help is indeed needed.
But even if the power is insufficient, this "difficult" thing must be done... just because it is beneficial to the people?
During the time she wandered in the black streets, she heard that someone quietly cleared a lot of wild wolves in the Black Forest, which reduced the number of "missing" cases of civilians living nearby.
This is not a difficult thing, but few people are willing to do it.
Commissions without employers paying commissions are always difficult to complete.
It looks like now...
"Did they do this too?"
Was it their own idea, or was it an order from the mysterious boss they mentioned?
Franka blinked, and became more and more interested in the leader behind this organization.
The fight lasted for a long time...
Looking at the three people who were still experienced and had finished the battle and were panting, Franka put her hands behind her back and took the initiative to step out, "Let's go, go out and talk to them..."