There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 138

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, in the forest by the stream.

The bright moon is shining, and the clear spring stone is flowing.

The clear stream flows under the moonlight, the stream is gurgling, crystal clear, and the scattered pebbles lie quietly under the stream.

A small deer with spots on its fur and no horns on its head jumped to the stream. It was a hot summer and the weather was very hot. Dare to come out to drink some stream water.

There was silence all around.

Only chirping insects sounded scatteredly.

The deer propped up on all fours by the stream, its erect ears twirling vigilantly, detecting the surrounding movement like a radar. It lowered its head, dipped its lips into the stream, and began to drink greedily.

At this moment, the fawn suddenly tasted something unusual. It raised its head vigilantly, looked around for a while, and then, without caring about drinking water, spread its hooves and ran into the depths of the jungle.

And on the clear stream, I saw a bloodstain meandering in the stream, like a long snake, stretching endlessly.

At the end of the long snake, a boy in black was washing a knife on a boulder by the stream.

The blood came from the knife.

There was a colorful tiger lying beside him, but at this moment, the tiger's jaw had already been sliced ​​open by the sharp knife, and the blood was flowing out from the blood vessel in the jaw, and then flowed into the stream.

"Little brother, little brother." Behind the boy, a more childish voice said, the boy didn't look back, but quietly waited for the tiger's bloodletting.

This tiger has been dead for almost a day, and the weather is hot in summer. If it is not bled, it will stink and rot.

"En." Fang Bie agreed lightly.

"Have you found them all?" Fang Bie asked coldly, while asking, he drew out a knife, and continued to expand the tiger's jaw, cutting it all the way from the abdomen.

"I found it." The one who spoke was a disheveled little beggar. He looked like he was only in his early ten years old, maybe even younger than Duan Wu, his face was covered with dust, but his dark eyes shone vigilantly under the moonlight.

"My little sister took the two outsiders to the Red Sleeve Courtyard."

"Boy Hei and that woman from the Western Regions got into an uninhabited house."

"The adults from Six Doors have also entered the Luocheng government office."

"But the government doesn't seem to be moving."

While Fang Bie nodded, he had already cut open the fur of the tiger's abdomen with the short knife in his hand, until it stopped at the tailbone, and then carefully peeled off the fur of the four legs.

The young man uses the knife like a butcher cutting an ox. The blade easily swims through the membrane between the flesh and the fur, like a fish swimming in water without hindrance, but the fur is neatly separated from the body, exposing the tangled muscles and tendons underneath. pulse.

"Well done." Fang Bie praised quietly.

Saying this, Fang Bie has already easily peeled off the astonishingly large tiger skin completely, and if he does not move, even the most skilled butcher can hardly compare with him.

And the little beggar stood aside, watching Fang Bie's movements without any surprise or expression.

It seemed that what Fang Bie did was something he was used to.

"Then what should we do next?" the little beggar asked.

"Don't worry about it, I have my own arrangements." Fang Bie said quietly.

The little beggar nodded, and then asked: "Then can I go?"

"Wait a minute," Fang Bie said.

The little beggar stood quietly at the same spot, watching Fang not to cut and debon the tiger quickly, and delicately shaved all the large pieces of tiger meat from the bones, and then cut them into small pieces of uniform size. Take off the stacked lotus leaves in advance and wrap them well.

Piece by piece, fast and delicate.

The little beggar watched Fang Bie's actions until Fang Bie almost cut up the whole tiger, and the lotus leaf meat buns were piled up in a thick pile.

"Take these back," Fang Bie said.

"All?" the little beggar asked.

"All." Fang Bie nodded and said.

The little beggar nodded.

The total weight of this tiger is about two to three hundred catties, but after removing the fur, internal organs and bones, there is not much pure tiger meat.

At best, it's about sixty or seventy catties.

After all, as a top predator, accumulating a lot of fat is a luxury and dangerous thing.

The little beggar stepped forward, took down a big sack from his waist, and put those lotus leaf bags into the sack one by one, and it was his turn not to watch his movements.

"How are you all?" Fang Bie asked.

"Thanks to the big brother." The little beggar said while picking up the tiger meat in the sack: "Before the big brother came, we doubted whether we could survive this winter, but after the big brother came, everything slowly began to change. It's getting better."

Don't let him pretend to be meat, there is no excuse or compliment, not even a thank you.

It seems plain, but in fact it also proves his extreme trust in the other party.

Fang Bie nodded, watching the little beggar put all the tiger meat into the sack, which looked so heavy that it made the little beggar even thinner, and he carried the big sack with great difficulty. Putting it on his shoulders, he said goodbye to Fang Bie, and after confirming that Fang Bie was fine, he left under the moon with the tiger meat on his back.

Fang Bie looked at his back with calm eyes.

These little beggars are Fang Bie's most important information channel in Los Angeles.

none of them.

This is the information channel he obtained outside of the hive's information network, and the establishment of this information network is not the only time he has come to Los Angeles for more than half a year.

In the past ten years following Sister Ping in the rivers and lakes, wherever he went, apart from investigating the local topography, streets and alleys, determining escape routes and safe houses, the most important thing left was to try to contact the local homeless children.

They are the lowest and most humble existence in these cities.

No one to rely on, lonely, lonely, life and death, like a mayfly.

Every winter, a large number of vagrants die in these northern cities. Although they also like to report to the group to keep warm, how can the strength of children compete with adults?

All the children who have survived tenaciously from the bottom of society are like weeds, with the most struggling vitality.

Coming to this world, there is no system, no cheats, time travel is more like an absurd farce to Fang Bie, he can only do his best to strengthen himself, and by the way - to help those who can help.

On the premise of mutual benefit and mutual assistance.

At this time, a voice came from behind Fang Bie.

"Why do you want Lin Xue to go out?"

Don't look back, under the moon, He Ping stands by the forest in white clothes.

The shadow of the moon hangs low.

Fang Bie looked at He Ping and smiled, "Because she wants to go out."

(End of this chapter)