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Chapter 290 'Acquaintance'? (Seeking collection, subscription, monthly ticket)

"Is there a new wilderness out there coming in?"

Hank ate chicken legs, turned his back to the man who entered the door, and asked softly.

"One or two batches came in, but they were all pulled away by other hunter teams,"

The man with all kinds of jewelry quickly took off the jewelry on his body, carefully put it into the small box next to him, and said softly with a cigarette in his mouth, "We were a step late when we went.

However, the boss of Hank, the lone Ranger York, brought a message. It is said that there are two men and one woman. They seem to have a relatively high status among the wilderness wanderers and have entered the city. They look very rich. "

"York, isn't that kid very crazy?" The strong Hank tore off the last piece of meat from the chicken leg, "Didn't he always claim that he can get along by himself?"

"It's not that you don't know him. As long as he meets someone who is weaker than him, he will be extremely arrogant. When he meets someone who is stronger than him, he will put his face on him. Usually he can only hold a Gauss gun and bully those who do not have advanced weapons from a long distance. A single wilderness wanderer.

That is to say, he was lucky and didn’t meet that kind of established and equipped family of wilderness wanderers or camp of wilderness wanderers, otherwise he would have died early, and everyone’s life has been difficult recently.”

The man smacked his lips, "There are fewer people buying furs. It turns out that the companies that take furs from him don't collect furs on a large scale. He can only come to us to see if he can hug our thighs and beg for a meal. "

His movements were quick, and he took off all the jewelry in threes and fives, and put them into the box lightly, without making any sound during the whole process.

"We don't have so many sales channels for him, but we can recruit him to do new business,"

Hank sucked the chicken thigh bone in his hand, sucking every trace of meat clean. At this time, the man smoking a cigarette who just entered the door behind him finally put the last piece of jewelry into the small box.

Just when the man with the cigarette breathed a long sigh of relief, Hank at the dining table suddenly put down the bone in his hand, and said softly,

"I said last time that you secretly wear my jewelry out again, what kind of punishment is it?"

The man with a cigarette froze, and he clenched the filter of his cigarette for a moment.

The whole room fell into a momentary silence, and a feeling of oppression gradually enveloped the man smoking a cigarette.

After a while, he said tremblingly and hoarsely as if being strangled by the throat, "chop your fingers."

"Louder, I can't hear you."

Hank asked calmly, as if he really couldn't hear it.

"Chop..." The man with the cigarette tightened his muscles, trembling all over and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Chop your fingers!"

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, and the flaming cigarette butt hit the floor, shooting out a fire like a meteor.

These flames shuttled through the air, extinguishing one by one.

In the end, there was only a little bit of faint flame on the cigarette butt, panting weakly, and it might be annihilated at any time.

hum-

It was the sharp sound of sharp knives cutting through the air.

A delicate dagger was pulled out from under the table, turned a knife in Hank's hand, and then was inserted into the wooden tabletop with a 'click',
"Are you doing it yourself, or shall I help you?"

The man looked at the dagger nervously, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His body stopped in place as if frozen.

He didn't move forward, and he didn't dare to retreat.

Silence enveloped the room again.

Until Hank's hand reached for the dagger stuck on the table.

bang bang bang-

At this moment, a crisp knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting the oppressive silence in the room.

Everyone in the room looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Hank, who was sitting in the main seat, lowered his voice, "Who?"

"Passing wild wanderer."

A hoarse answer came from outside the door.

This answer stunned everyone in the room, and those weak people locked in the corner also showed a little confused look.

These people outside are obviously trying to catch the wilderness wanderers.

Why is there another one delivered to your door?

Hank, who was sitting in the main seat, was also a little dazed. He slowly got up, turned around, looked in the direction of the door, and then signaled the man who had just entered to open the door with his eyes.

The man hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over slowly under Hank's cold gaze, and opened the door.

What caught their eyes was a man in a fur coat with a thin and dignified face.

The moment Hank saw this man, he immediately yelled, "Shoot and kill him!"

The younger brothers around were taken aback for a moment, but subconsciously picked up the gun and pointed it at the unexpected visitor outside the door.

But because there was a man who opened the door blocking the door, they didn't shoot immediately.

Hank ordered without hesitation, "Shoot!"

Everyone trembled, and immediately pulled the trigger.

At this time, He Ao who was standing at the door had already dodged to the side.

He frowned slightly, not knowing why this strong man had such a big reaction to his arrival.

However, in the glimpse just now, He Ao vaguely noticed that the brow and eyes of the strong man looked familiar, but neither his memory nor Ronald's memory had any impression of this man.

On the other side, although He Ao dodged, the man who opened the door was not so skilled.

The whistling bullet pierced through the body of the man who opened the door in an instant. He turned around with difficulty, turned his head and stared at Hank with wide eyes, and finally spit out some blood from his mouth, and fell back to the ground without a sound.

At this time, Hank looked at the empty doorway, and his eyes signaled a younger brother with a gun in the front to explore the way.

The little brother glanced at Hank, and approached the door cautiously. He just leaned against the door frame, and saw He Ao who was diagonally opposite. He immediately raised his gun, "Go to hell, bastard!"

At this moment, the sharp blade pierced his body.

Immediately afterwards, other people in the room also shot subconsciously.

A burst of gunshots rang out in the room.

click -

The lights in the room were turned off in an instant.

The chaotic gunshots, the muffled sound of knives piercing the flesh, and the noisy and chaotic sounds instantly resounded throughout the room.

"Don't panic, go turn on the light, go turn on the light."

At this moment, Hank's voice sounded, and he slowly raised his hand, a slight radiance from his palm illuminated the whole room.

What caught his eyes were corpses lying on the ground.

In the whole room, apart from him, the 'guest', and the person locked in the iron fence, the only one left alive was a man who was completely frightened, threw the gun aside, crouched in the corner with his head in his arms, trembling little brother.

click -

Bright radiance illuminated the room again.

Ho turned on the light.

Hank stared at He Ao, slowly raised his hand, his palm opened, revealing a deep muzzle, where the shining laser cannons converged.

He Ao raised the scimitar, and disappeared in a flash.

He always felt that the boss of the Revenant Hunter, who was suspected of being a mechanically transformed man, knew himself, to be more precise, he knew 'Ronal'.

And most likely he has a grudge against Ronal, otherwise he wouldn't immediately judge He Ao as an enemy and launch an attack as soon as he met.

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