Chapter 253 A3 Hub
“Let’s move on. These things are not what we should be concerned about right now. What we have to do now is to find each other before the vampires in A3 run far away.”
Xia Xiu stretched out his hand and pressed the top hat on his head. His eyes fell on the children suffering from [Periform Hoof Disease], and his deep golden eyes revealed a different kind of complex emotions.
He just glanced at it, and then urged Zhou Zhou to follow him.
Zhou Zhou looked at the playful and smiling children, then raised his steps to follow the back of the blond young man in front of him.
"Where are we going next?" Zhou Zhi, who was following Xia Xiu's footsteps, asked him.
"Go to the protected area of the A3 hub, where our teammates will stay."
Xia Xiu continued to move towards the goal unhurriedly while answering the questions of the week. When I saw him in a week, he didn't seem to be very interested in talking, and he didn't say much, but chose to keep up with him honestly.
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A3 hub·protected area.
Within the hub, jurisdictional areas are generally divided according to different classes and types of work. Disputed area divisions will be classified as "XX Streets." These blocks belong to the three no matter areas, that is, the Kingdom of Heaven has no jurisdiction, the regional national government has no jurisdiction, and the hub politics The group has no jurisdiction.
So, the neighborhood is the territory of gangsters, and the vacuum-enclosed area formed by multiple neighborhoods together is the protected area, which is the "feeding ground" where gangsters collect protection fees.
The people who live in the protected area are mostly the sub-races who suffered from [Strange Hoof Disease] in Youyang, the Gray People who suffered from [Ore Disease] in the Oletin Empire, or the Daeva Empire. Refugees suffering from [gear mechanization] and [time lag disease], these poor people are the labor force that gangs like to exploit most. They have a contemptuous name in the hub - [Pseudohumans].
Among Terra's existing extraordinary rules, [Pseudoman] has always been in a vague range. Like the curtain, it is a topic that people don't want to talk about.
In the protected area, [Pseudoman] needs to pay a high protection fee. Once he cannot afford the payment, he will be forced by gangsters to dig for minerals with high radiation distortion [Thumbstone] , and digging these will aggravate [Ore Disease]. It should be noted that the various diseases of [Pseudoman] can be superimposed, and often the more they are superimposed, the faster they will die.
The non-lineage ancient forces that exist today are still highly dependent on the [Thumburge Stone] for spellcasting assistance. They do not have the lineage's high-end extraordinary technology that can quickly extract EVE particles in the [Ether Ocean].
And now, a conflict that happens every day is happening in the reserve.
“Didn’t we already pay protection fees before? It’s only been three days.”
Creighton was trying his best to suppress his anger, and his right hand was tightly Holding the [casting staff] used in ancient magic to cast thaumaturgy, the gray crystals on his face flashed crazily as if sensing his anger.
In front of Creighton, stood a group of gangsters wearing bone protective masks on their faces and holding crudely made [thaumaturgic riot guns] in their hands. They were led by a tall man who was this time Quinton, the person in charge of asking for protection money, was sneering at Creighton in a slow tone and said:
"Dear old Creighton, I know that you [Pseudomen] with crystals on your body are very capable of using thaumaturgy. Basically every Ore Pseudoman has the release ability of [Measurer]. I also know that you A fake person protection association was formed."
"But the neighborhood doesn't admit it!"
"Hahaha, I know you are angry, but you should also consider it from our perspective. .
Here in A3, there are not only the biological research company of the Edici Federation, the ambassador of the central regional government, the military spies and businessmen of the Oletin Empire, the church of the Daeva Empire, etc. , and various ancient forces. In this coastal hub, the Kingdom of Heaven will not even dispatch troops. After all, when they signed the "One Hub, Two Systems", they promised not to interfere with the development of the hub for five hundred years. "
"Originally, the protection fee you paid was enough, but recently a big shot came to A3. This big shot is the person in charge of [Son of Seth], and [Son of Seth] is The property of one of the Thirteen Clan of the Blood Clan, this big shot’s skill and strength are indeed qualified. She came to A3 and wanted to cut a piece of meat, but even if the big guys in other areas didn’t want to give it, there was nothing they could do.”
The more Creighton listened, the angrier he became. At the same time, he also felt deeply desolate. Poor people like them were after all "food" that could be cut at will on the dinner plates of these big men.
“...This time, how much is it.”
Reason finally defeated anger. A trace of despair flashed across Creighton’s vicissitudes of face. He could only succumb to these things again. Scumbag.
"Three thousand, only three thousand standard-sized high-purity [thaumaturgy stones] can satisfy this adult's appetite." The tall leader stretched out his right hand and slowly opened it to Creighton Five fingers.
After hearing this number, Creighton silently calculated the inventory of various types of patients in the reserve in his mind. If he evened out three thousand yuan from it, it would be enough.
"Okay, if it's three thousand a year..."
"No, no, no, that adult doesn't want three thousand a year, but three thousand a month." Quinton shook his index finger and pondered looked at Creighton and replied.
“Three thousand [thaumaturgy stones] a month!?” Creighton looked at the tall leader in disbelief.
“That’s crazy!”
“Other groups don’t dare to charge three thousand a month, how dare this new vampire...”
Just when Creighton became angry again, Quinton interrupted him again.
“Old Creighton, be careful with your words and deeds. You have to call her a blood descendant. The reason why you charge such a high protection fee is because you people cannot become blood animals and cannot provide long-term protection for her. He wanted to increase the amount of protection fees to make up for his losses.
This does sound a bit weird, why can't the adult increase the protection fees by collecting blood animals? Collect?
This is of course because she comes from the [Secret Alliance]. In the [Secret Alliance Control Agreement] between the Thirteen Clans and other hubs, if they cannot collect blood animals in their area, then The region must provide other resources to make up for this. Of course, not all regions have signed this agreement. After all, this agreement is indeed somewhat overbearing, and it is very unfortunate that A3 happens to be with the [Secret Alliance]. ] signed the agreement."
Quinton's slow words fell on Creighton's ears, like a drop of hot oil falling on the burning fire. At this time, Creighton held [Cast a Spell]. The veins in Zhan's right hand were bulging, and his anger made his eyes look like a terrifying beast that wanted to devour anyone.
When the nearby gang members saw Creighton like this, they all raised their [Thumbac Riot Guns] to aim at each other. As long as Creighton dared to make any move, the gang members around him would immediately shoot him. Pull the trigger and Creighton will be immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.
At this moment, the situation became explosive.
Quinton tightened his grip on the [Thaumaturge Riot Gun], which was much more sophisticated than other gang members. To be honest, he was also struck by this guy when he received the collection order from above. The new big shot's appetite was frightened, and he expected resistance to such charges.
However, resistance in protected areas happens from time to time, and such resistance often leads to more bloody suppression.
[Hub] Different from abnormal community groups that exist on the surface, abnormal community groups are essentially different from hubs.
Abnormal community groups are the contradiction between the abnormal lineage and the normal lineage, and no force dares to take responsibility for the bloody incidents caused by these contradictions, such as the "Bloodshed Incident in Bodhi Tree Street".
The [Hub] is different. As long as it belongs to the [Hub], no matter how drastic the method is, as long as it does not affect the present world, other forces, including the Kingdom of Heaven, will not interfere. "Old Creighton, resistance will only lead to death, and more resistance will only lead to more death."
"A single spark cannot start a prairie fire."< br>
Quinton described the cruel reality in an extremely cold tone. In the extraordinary world where great power belongs to individuals, a single spark cannot start a prairie fire.
Creighton slowly moved the EVE particles in his body towards the [Magic Staff], and gray crystals squirmed on his surface like parasites. Those gray ore crystals stung his nerves under the skin, causing him pain. It was almost unbearable, and his nails were gradually replaced by this mysterious mineral substance, becoming as hard as steel, and could even scratch hard objects.
“Death is not an excuse for you to exploit us wantonly——”
Creighton is not going to swallow his anger, even if it causes death, even if it causes more infected people to die. Same.
He comes from the Oletin Empire in the Far East. He is a stowaway. Natural disasters in the Far East are too frequent. Gray people like him who cannot live with the heavenly people in the [Mobile City] are just ten thousand people. One of the thousands of suffering people, so he chose to smuggle to Youyang, to this alliance country protected by the curtain.
He once saw from a distance one of the [Thirteen Heroes] of the Knights of Heaven stationed at the border between Oletin and Youyang. He was an amiable man, and that [hero ] does not discriminate against gray people like them, but often helps them. They are not monsters in human appearance as stated in the imperial textbooks.
He also smuggled himself to the first country, France, where he participated in a strike. Together with the strikers, he held banners and cursed the incompetence of the regional government. At first, he did this out of curiosity and fun, but as time went by, The more he learned about it later, the more he was influenced by the people there.
The more he experienced, the more he understood that sometimes, even in the face of a certain death situation, you cannot retreat. If you take a step back, if you want to stand and speak again, you need to pay. A hundred times more than before, a thousand times the price.
If you retreat, you must kneel, and kneeling means that the other party can take whatever you want.
"It seems that you have chosen a result that neither party is too satisfied with."
A cold light flashed through Quinton's gloomy eyes behind his mask, and he directly raised the hand in his hand [ Thaumaturgy riot gun], then pulled the trigger, and other gang members followed suit. On the other side, Creighton's thaumaturgy was also brewing, and a huge fireball blasted directly in the direction of Quinton.
Boom——
Bang Bang Bang Bang——
The crackling sound of fireballs and the sound of machine gun fire sounded simultaneously in the narrow iron alley.
"Cough cough cough——"
Quinton, who activated the protective cover of the protective suit, slowly stood up from the thick smoke, and the other gang members standing with him He was directly blown into a charred corpse. Only the middle and upper-level members of the gang like him had such self-protective shields. The other minions died as soon as they died.
Quinton glanced at the display bar of the protective shield with a damage rate of 78% in distress. When he raised his head and looked forward with uncertain eyes, the pupils behind the mask couldn't help but shrink violently.
In front, Creighton, who was supposed to be shot to death, was standing peacefully. In front of Creighton, a huge circular mirror appeared. The attack was reflected by this mirror, and at this time, there was a demihuman standing under the mirror.
The other person is short in stature, about the height of an ordinary ten-year-old child. He is a little boy. His hair was midnight black, messy and curly, messy and lively, shimmering slightly in the sunlight.
A pair of fox ears poked out from the messy hair, and the tips of the ears shone with pale golden light, as if they caught the starlight.
The young gentleman was wearing modern-style clothes, a loose khaki sweatshirt, and a pair of dark blue denim shorts, which exposed his white calves. On his feet he wore a pair of simple canvas shoes, and a white foxtail protruding from the back waist of the sweatshirt, swaying gently with his movements.
"You bastards of underground skeletons, your mother didn't tell you that when you are a guest at someone else's house, you have to curl up and be quiet. Don't you have a mother?" Turs Colbert looked at it with the eyes of garbage. Quinton ahead.
The young shota immediately broke his cute image as soon as he opened his mouth. Facing the shota’s question, Quinton could only answer with a dry smile:
“It turns out that [ Man in the mirror] Sir, you have to understand us, we are just following the words from above, we are just workers, everyone has to eat..."
"You are carrying your own Your immediate boss embezzled the balance of protection fees from four streets. You bought three luxury homes in the Oslo area in this world. Each of the luxury homes has a mistress. Your favorite posture is to be on top... ·"
"I will take the others out of here now!" Quinton interrupted Turs with a sharp voice.
Quinton had heard the rumors about the "Man in the Mirror" before. He was called the patron saint of the protected area. According to the rumors, he was a "Master" who had a strange disease and his ability was to read people's hearts. , he started many gang fights and always guarded the reserve.
Quinton knew today that the rumors were not false. The reason why he left so simply was because he knew that if he stayed here, everyone would die, and he would become the [Man in the Mirror] and the vampire. He was a victim of the big shot's struggle, so he decisively chose to retreat.
As for the task, he has already given the notice, and what happens next is beyond his control.
Soon, Quinton left here in embarrassment with his surviving men, while Tours on the side stared at them coldly. It wasn't until they left that he withdrew his cold light. Then he looked at Creighton with concerned eyes.
"Creighton, how are you."
"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm fine. Releasing a thaumaturgy will not aggravate the invasion of the virus. I am already a terminal patient. If you hadn't been providing special medicine, I would have died a long time ago." Creighton replied with a cough. .
"You go and have a good rest first. I will have a good talk with the new vampire about the tax increase." Turs patted Creighton on the back and said to him softly.
"Ahem, Turs, what you should worry about is actually yourself."
Old Creighton didn't pay attention to Turs's words. Instead, he looked up and down. The old guy who looks like a young lady is in front of me.
“In the past, you were the same age as me; but now, you have become like a child.”
"Your ability does not come without any price. I am really afraid that one day you will become a babbling baby."
Tulse was silent for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at Creighton and replied. .
“Don’t worry about me, you half-buried old guy. I have always maintained my youth, which is the envy of many people. You’d better take more care of yourself. Don’t one day become so osteoporotic that you can’t stand up. .”
“Harm~”
Seeing that Tours deliberately changed the topic, Creighton said nothing more.
(End of this chapter)