Chapter 680 The Ultimate Insult

Scorpion and his team left the first-line range, and just a little bit out of the way, they saw more and more adventurers, and the cry for help on the ruins of the ruins caught their attention.

"Captain, look over there."

Scorpion looked over and just frowned. Although he looked a little disgusted, he didn't mean to say anything more, but waved his hand slightly to indicate that he didn't care about these things.

What they saw was that the looters were robbing another group of people.

Because this kind of thing is too common, as a mercenary for so many years, I have seen too many similar situations in this world.

Even the mercenaries in the last second became looters in the next second. Some mercenary groups also take into account the identity of looters. Black eating black is completely based on risk and profit, not character.

Adventurers are not stupid. They usually find a few people to form a small team. The weapons in their hands show that they are not fat sheep but hedgehogs. They are ready to break their teeth if they dare to bite.

But those looters are more professional, and they will also entangle more people and more weapons.

And they will also select their targets. Those guys know who can be provoked and who can't. They usually focus on lone adventurers or scavengers who have no ability to resist.

They can't help. If it's a caravan, they might try, but forget it, because saving those scavengers will not benefit the mercenary group, and those poor guys can't give the bounty.

What's more, there are too many such things. Saving one can't save all. Those looters will also resist and it's easy to fall into it.

Anyway, those looters will not and dare not provoke them, the real mercenary group.

The other members of the team didn't say too much nonsense about this. A whole day of exploration has exhausted their energy. They are still walking their own way, gradually moving away from this side...

The robber leader was relieved when he saw that the mercenary group didn't come. He was panicking just now, but now he dared to brag to those frightened scavengers with a grin.

"See? Even those mercenaries dare not provoke me. They will run away in disgrace when they see us. If it weren't for you rubbish stopping me, I would have beaten them too."

After a few words, he became more and more excited, and even deceived himself, including those younger brothers, who all echoed him.

"That's right! Those guys dare not fart when they see us."

"If you dare to come over, I will beat two of them."

"I will beat ten!"

The boy was already seriously injured, and he could only move when they were distracted. Now he was caught again before he ran far.

But the boy looked at his companions with anger. They had agreed to find a chance to escape separately before, and he had already diverted their attention. Why didn't you move? Why!

But it was a pity that those guys were scared. Without anyone standing up, they directly wasted this rare opportunity. Cowardice devoured their will.

"The boss is back!" At this time, the two younger brothers also caught the fleeing boy and held him up on both sides.

When the leader heard this, he turned around and grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his head up, grinning.

"Help? Do you think this is Hamlet? The police will come after you shout a few words?"

The leader was unhappy when he talked about this. When he was in the city, he went to call a prostitute. Because of some things, he slapped the woman, and then he was sent to prison before he even left the brothel. In the end, he had to pay a fine to get out.

When has he ever felt so aggrieved when calling a prostitute? The brothel even blocked him. The leader was unhappy when he talked about it, and the scene just now made his twisted psychology swell.

"This is my territory now, I can do whatever I want!" The leader pinched the boy's face and grinned, "I think you are pretty handsome, play with me and I will let you go."

"Bah!" The boy spit a mouthful of blood at the leader, "You fucking deserve to die!"

The leader was also angry, wiped the blood off his face with one hand, and slapped him again with the backhand.

"Even if that stupid lord of Hamlet comes here today, he can't save you." The leader seemed to be getting more and more angry, and he began to unbutton his pants, "Hold him down!"

The boy realized that something was wrong, and he struggled wildly and bared his bloody teeth and roared, "Let go of my teeth!"

How to say it, for these people, having sex with a man is nothing. They are not gay. Doing this kind of thing is more of a way to vent, a humiliation, and a way to declare their strength.

Of course, it is possible that they really like this, because there are really little boys in brothels in other places, but not in Hamlet.

The other little brothers couldn't help but cheer when they saw this. They were happy to see a good show.

In addition, these guys may not have the money to call prostitutes, so they have been suppressed for a long time in Hamlet, and they plan to play after the boss is done.

But this kind of revelry made them ignore some things, and a very abrupt voice came.

"Hey! What were you talking about?"

A tall man in a coat and a red scarf around his neck came out, with two muskets on his waist and a short sword in a sheath.

He had a frivolous attitude, but his eyes were full of anger, and just one glance made the robbers panic and subconsciously want to distance themselves.

But the cowardly scavengers and the evading mercenaries gave them confidence inexplicably. The words they shouted just now even deceived themselves. The leader was not afraid of seeing a person coming.

"Hahaha! You are alone, look at how many brothers I have."

This made the younger brothers react immediately. Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of just one person.

"Want to save these guys? Do you really think you are a hero?"

"I think he is here to get his ass."

"Hahaha!"

The man did not react much to the stinking insults, and still walked slowly. The oppression brought by the step-by-step approach was inexplicably frightening.

If he had been affected before, he might have been affected, but now he was as calm as hearing a few dog barks. Only when his mentality entered a new stage can he be called a master.

"Hamlet should not be insulted lightly!"

The deep voice interrupted the revelry of the looters. They couldn't help but look, only to see that three more people had appeared behind them at some point.

A fully armed knight, a nun who wore a simple nun's uniform but a heavy armor on the outside, and a guy wrapped in a cloak whose situation was unclear.

This situation immediately made the looters panic. The full body armor was something that most people could not afford, not to mention a nun.

It was undoubtedly Disma who blocked the road. He was responsible for attracting the attention of the looters and giving Leonard, Junia, and Laura time to go around.

Now the encirclement was complete, no one could escape, so there was no need to talk nonsense.

Disma took action, but he did not take out the musket, but drew out the dagger for close combat. The dagger was used for blocking. His fists and feet were all aimed at the enemy's weaknesses, the head, the jaw, the abdomen, the lower body... Those scumbags dropped their weapons and fell to the ground after a few hits in front of him.

This move already foreshadowed the start of the battle.

The looters were panicked by such a sudden attack. The leader hurriedly drew out the musket and wanted to shoot, completely ignoring his accomplices.

Just as he took it out, a feather arrow pierced his hand in the next second, and the pistol was also dropped from his hand, making a terrible wail.

This scene scared those guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Compared with the fighting robbers, the first thing they thought about was to run away.

Deeply implement the guiding ideology of "I will be the first to fight if you run away, and I will be the first to run away if you fight", and they immediately fled like startled mice.

But you don't really know why it is called an encirclement, right?

Turning around, he ran into Reynard who was blocking the road. The deterrence of swinging a long sword was more terrifying than fists and feet.

Similarly, he didn't mean to kill them directly, but used the long sword to pick up the enemy's weapons, and then knocked them to the ground with a slap or the counterweight of the hilt.

Seeing this, the two robbers who held the boy directly dropped him and wanted to escape from the side.

But a lightning-like light poured into his body out of thin air, and he stiffened instantly as if he was struck by lightning, and fell straight down.

For some reason, a cry sounded in the sky, and a guy subconsciously looked up and saw a black shadow flashing by.

The next second, he let out a scream and had to lower his head and wave his hands to block it, but his face had been cut by sharp claws, and he lost his direction with blood all over his face.

The leader whose palm was shot through could not even think of fighting back, and wanted to run away directly, but he fell to the ground after a few steps.

It was not that someone attacked him, but he forgot to untie his belt, and his pants slipped down and tripped him directly, which was really funny.

In the chaos, the boy struggled to get up, and when he saw the blood-stained pistol on the ground, he hesitated a little and put it in his arms. When he wanted to escape in the chaos, he found that it was over.

A group of robbers with completely unequal strength, Leonard and other ruthless people easily knocked them down as if they were eating and drinking tea.

In just three or two minutes, a dozen robbers all fell to the ground and wailed continuously. This was the case when they deliberately held back, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the lord if one of them could breathe.

Those scavengers who were already scared like quails did not dare to move at all, but were not accidentally injured by the attack.

Being able to control his emotions doesn't mean that Disma's anger has subsided. He went straight up to the leader who was pretending to be dead, grabbed his hair and dragged his head to the ground, punching him several times.

"I'm asking you what you said just now!"

"Now tell me whose territory this is? Ah!"

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you humiliate the lord!"

In a few seconds, the leader's face was damaged due to close contact with the ground, and one of his eyes was squeezed out. Disma kindly punched him back, causing a scream.

"Shut up!"

The leader hesitated for a moment, and Disma grabbed the feather arrow that pierced his palm and pulled it out alive.

"Ah!"

More intense screams suddenly resounded around, but Disma's actions were even more terrifying. He inserted the feather arrow back with his backhand, and at the same time roared over his wailing.

"Stick out your tongue... I told you to stick it out!"

The extreme fear overwhelmed the pain, and even though he was unconscious in the severe pain, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue.

Disma had been waiting for this moment, and he slapped his jaw hard, causing him to bite off his tongue.

The throat is the part where the voice is produced, and the loss of the tongue only affected the clarity, not his screams.

"Ah!!!"

A more intense scream than before sounded, and everyone else fell into fear when they heard it.

The perpetrator just now was the leader, and now it was his turn to be severely ravaged. It can only be said that when you oppress the weak, you have to bear the oppression of the stronger.

But compared to the leader's ferocity that seemed like a castle in the air, Disma's temperament was completely different. That kind of cruelty and viciousness was like instinct. This was a real hard-core ruthless man.

I'm afraid only Hamlet can control this "evil beast".

After a good torture, Disma lost interest and took out a pistol to end the guy's life, scaring the leader to beg for mercy.

"Ah Ba Ah Ba!"

The look of indifference to life obviously did not intend to let him go, and at this time Reynard raised his hand and pressed Disma's gun.

"My lord doesn't like to see blood."

It has to be said that this sentence gave the leader hope to live, and he was extremely grateful.

But Reynard's next sentence put him in a situation more terrifying than death.

"Let's hang him up and let him stay here for a night to see what happens. We need the experimental data, and we can't let our people try it."

"Killing him is too easy..." Laura appeared at some point, and the look under the hood was like looking at a dead person.

Anyone who dares to offend the lord should be tortured.

After saying that, he pulled out the feather arrow again, causing a wail.

"I have a better way." Disma suddenly grinned, and his hideous face was like a devil.

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed in the ruins, and Disma still fired.

But he didn't kill the leader, but shot him in the leg, and the bullet instantly tore the flesh and blood, and it was a blur.

"He is doomed to be unable to escape if he is hung up, so I decided to give him a little hope and see if he can get out of the ruins."

Speaking of this, Disma turned around and smiled at his teammates, "How about it, my method is better than yours."

The leader now wants to die: Brother, don't play like this, you might as well shoot me.

"If it were the lord, he would definitely say that you made a mess here and that we wasted a guy." Reynard complained helplessly.

"There are so many here, can't we just pick another one?" Disma didn't care and turned to look at Junia, signaling, "Hey! Ma'am, help me save him, don't kill him."