Chapter 681: It’s Useless to Give You a Chance!

"He is not worthy of the power of Holy Light." Junia did not mean to save the leader. On the contrary, she rejected Disma's request.

Although they did not finish reading it when they came over just now, they all saw a part of it and guessed something.

She is not one of those doctors with lofty beliefs who can treat the wounded regardless of the facts. She has her own set of behavioral norms.

It is better for such scum to die early.

"Oh~ okay." Disma just shrugged and smiled and did not care. He turned his head and looked at the leader who was still wailing, "You are in big trouble. We can only change a way to save you. It may be a little painful. Just bear it."

As he said that, Disma pulled off the leader's ammunition bag and poured gunpowder directly on the wound, causing the leader to wail again, but he was tortured so hard that he could not struggle at all. He was so weak that he could only twitch a few times to indicate.

Until the gunpowder was ignited, the wound on the leader's thigh instantly burst into a ray of light, and thick white smoke rose up. There was also a strange smell of burning in the smell of gunpowder.

The leader tensed up all over, not to mention wailing, the intense pain pierced his last consciousness and he fainted.

This was good news for him, the wound stopped bleeding, and he didn't have to continue to feel pain.

But this scared the other looters. Boss, hold on, what if you faint and they come to torture us?

Fortunately, Disma didn't mean to continue to torture the looters. He turned his head and looked to the side, shouting to the boy who fell to the ground.

"Hey kid! Don't pretend."

The boy also realized that he was exposed, and could only struggle to sit up, but what was unexpected was that at the same time he actually raised the gun he had just picked up and pointed it at Disma.

"Don't come over! Otherwise I'll shoot!"

Disma couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the boy's face, as if he saw a reflection of the past...

Half of his face had become red and swollen, and the other side was damaged. One eye might have been hit by a few punches and now it couldn't even open. The blood from his mouth and nose mixed with dust stained his face, looking very embarrassed.

The strong desire to survive activated his instinct and made him breathe heavily unconsciously. His lips and face twitching from time to time could feel the severe pain.

However, although he was terrified when facing Disma, he was still able to resist. It must be said that this boy has some courage.

It's just that you want to scare Disma with this broken pistol... Isn't it a bit funny?

Facing the threat, Disma not only did not retreat, but kept approaching the boy and even encouraged him.

"You only have a gun and a bullet. I have four people here, two of whom are still in armor. Who are you going to shoot?"

"I will shoot you, don't come over, at worst we will die together!" The boy shouted with fear, trying his best to show that he is not easy to mess with.

"It's not over yet, do you have the strength to fight with me Disma? With your broken gun?" But Disma was not afraid, but he accelerated and approached directly, aiming at the muzzle of the gun, "Come on, shoot."

The boy had never seen such a ruthless person before, and the man stood in front of him after a moment of shock.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance." Seeing that he didn't react, Disma leaned over and grabbed the barrel of the gun against his forehead, "Is it okay? Pull the trigger and my life will be gone."

"Boy, I'll count to three, just three." Disma looked at him, his eyes calm and a little indifferent, and he still counted, "One, two..."

When the word three came out, Disma grabbed the pistol, and the boy didn't react yet, and the action in his hand was still maintained.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it!" Disma didn't care much about his reaction, playing with the bloody pistol, and didn't forget to complain.

At this time, the boy finally reacted. His swollen face could no longer see his expression, but his eyes revealed desperate numbness.

However, Disma didn't do anything to him. On the contrary, he admired him. After all, he had suffered a lot because of his youth and arrogance in the past, and when he reacted, he still regretted it.

"Watch out, kid, this is how to use a musket."

Disma cocked the hammer in front of him and demonstrated it, then stuffed it back into the boy's hand.

"Boy, I tell you, it's good to be brave, but you have to see the situation clearly before you act. Don't think you are powerful, because there will always be more powerful than you in this world, and the more powerful people know how to control themselves.

Also, guns are not used to threaten, but to kill. When you pull out a gun, it means you are ready to shoot, otherwise you will expose your intentions."

As he said, he threw the leader's ammunition bag to him, "Take it, without this, the gun in your hand is just scrap metal."

At this time, Junia came over, looked at the scars left by the beating on the boy's body, raised her hand and cast a divine spell to treat it.

"May the holy light protect you."

When the sacred power descended on the boy's almost falling apart body, the pain was relieved in an instant... Even a trace of sympathy was rare in a fierce battle.

Junia was brushing divine spells, and Leonard also came over and gestured to the boy.

"We are a special strike team set up by Hamlet to deal with the complex situation of the ruins. Next time if you encounter a crime, you can go to the town to report it."

Reynard didn't care whether the boy understood or not, he turned around and left.

This can only be regarded as a small episode. Disma was too lazy to care about these scavengers. Instead, he turned his attention to the trembling looters. A cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face and he shouted.

"All of you get up. Either stay here with him or go back to Hamlet. I don't mind playing with you if you want to escape."

The looters were already scared and stood up immediately without caring about the pain on their bodies.

It is better to go back to Hamlet and go to jail than to be tortured and then stay in this evil place to die.

They are just some guys who bully the weak and fear the strong. If they had the courage, they would have gone deep into it long ago instead of looting here.

And the thought that their bodies would be desecrated and turned into skeletons by evil wizards after death made many guys unbearable. To be honest, they also wanted to go to heaven.

As for whether it can be said, it can be seen that the church has a profound influence on the concepts of ordinary people...

The looters were taken away with their weapons. They lowered their heads and staggered, looking like zombies with their spirits and spirits taken away.

But don't think Disma and his men will be polite. If anyone walks slowly, they will be kicked.

As for running away, can they be faster than bullets and feather arrows?

Not to mention that they are already scared out of their wits. The crazy looters have become sheep.

For Reynard and his men, there are many considerations for not killing these guys. As the lord's confidants, they know some of Hamlet's secrets and understand that death will accelerate the awakening of the evil god, so they have the responsibility not to kill people casually.

Another reason is that they need to use these guys to establish their authority and tell them that the ruins are also part of Hamlet and are not a lawless place.

As for after they are used? They are the goods that doctors want, and the sanatorium is their destination.

The boy received treatment, and his churning internal organs finally calmed down a little. He looked at the people who were going away, and then looked down at the musket in his hand, as if he understood that he had survived.

It's just that those people are too weird, actually...

"Woo woo woo... We survived."

"I was scared to death just now, I thought we were dead."

The other scavengers who had been hiding for the whole time finally reacted. They were occupied by the joy of surviving the disaster, and kept venting the pressure accumulated just now through words, and they were almost crazy!

The boy was drawn back by the movement, but the look he gave was not so friendly.

Damn, they said they were brothers, but no one reacted when he was in trouble, and they didn't dare to run even if they were asked to run. Such teammates are really speechless.

It seems that they also know that they just watched without help, so they feel guilty. When someone noticed the boy's look, they suddenly quieted down.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Be careful, I'll help you up."

"..."

Those people came over immediately, trying to get back some relationship.

"I'm not going to die yet." The boy struggled to stand up without waiting for those people to get close. It must be said that the magic healed a lot of injuries, otherwise, let alone standing up, it would be difficult for him to survive.

The posture of holding the gun and the angry eyes scared the scavengers away.

There is no doubt that the boy felt betrayed. He was beaten, but they were fine. Who would not be angry?

Being beaten was fine, not to mention that he was almost raped. Who could bear this grievance?

But after a few breaths, he suppressed his anger. The gun could only kill one person, and then what?

Either they would run away madly, or they would work together to kill him. It can be said that killing them and provoking a conflict would not benefit him at all.

The boy looked at the leader who had fainted on the ground again. The saying "with a sharp weapon, the desire to kill will arise" is really reasonable. The anger could no longer be suppressed, and he raised the gun and aimed at him.

This move made the scavengers feel relieved, and some even encouraged them.

"Shoot him to death!"

"That's right, kill him."

"Not this guy..."

They also need a place to vent their emotions. Now all the blame is on the leader. One by one, they didn't dare to say a word just now, but now they have become so brave that they dare to kick him a few times.

The actions of these people calmed the boy down. They were right. It would be a real torture to leave him here. It was not that easy to die.

"Okay, it's getting dark. Let's pack up and go. We won't be afraid of robbers as long as we follow them."

The boy's words made them react. Several people came up to help him pick up the scattered garbage and put it back into the bag. One of them even wanted to help him carry it.

The boy did not refuse. This was what they should do. He fiddled with the musket carefully and soon figured it out.

He carefully put down the hammer, inserted it back to his waist, and hung the ammunition bag. Suddenly, his spine became straighter.

"Brother, who are those people?"

"Nonsense, didn't they say it themselves, they are Hamlet's law enforcement team."

"Those people are so strong, they easily defeated those robbers."

"Of course, they are the messengers of Lord Hamlet."

It must be said that the powerful force shown by the team just now completely conquered them, and for the young man, it is even an object of worship...

As for Reynard, they drove those robbers away and had to leave the ruins before night fell, otherwise they would be surrounded by skeletons.

"Brother, this is not like you." Reynard knew Disma, and those who dared to point a gun at him were already dead.

Disma laughed and said, "I think that guy has never used a musket. The hammer is not cocked. It's useless to pull the trigger. Otherwise, who would dare to risk their lives?"

Laura noticed the little tail behind her before she walked far away and reminded everyone.

"They are following us."

"Follow them, why should we save them? If they are eaten by other looters, we will work in vain."

It is obvious from their words that the scavengers are also part of the plan.

Hamlet wants to show his control over the ruins and the rules. In addition to the thunder action just now, there must be a mouthpiece to spread it.

These scavengers who go back to the town will spread the scene to deter the looters. Whether they want to or not, they have to bear this pressure.

The location of the town is there. Almost all the adventurers who went to the ruins chose to withdraw. As for whether there are others, it is hard to say. Anyway, more and more people can be seen.

Most of them can be said to have made a lot of gains, carrying sacks on their backs, even if they are filled with bricks, they are worth some money.

And the situation of Reynard and his group driving a group of people quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Captain, look, it's those looters just now."

"It doesn't look like they have robbed anything. Who is following them?"

"Hey! I've seen that nun. She's Hamlet's man."

The most recognizable here are not knights like Reynard, but rare clergy.

You can count them on one hand, so people kept discussing it before the ruins were opened.

Scorpion also saw it. He found the scavengers following the team, and it was not just those, but more and more.

Those scavengers took the initiative to seek Hamlet's protection. What does this show?

Scorpion's thinking is a little deeper than those ordinary people. He sees that Hamlet's ideas are extending to the ruins.

At the same time, more and more people understand the benefits of being under Hamlet's protection and take the initiative to attach themselves to him.

But these have nothing to do with them...

The people around the ruins are not just Reynard and his team, but a lot of resources have been invested in it. Just walk to the periphery and you can see Hamlet's army.

Summon a team of soldiers, but before handing these looters over to them for escort, there is one more thing to do...

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