Dragon Clan: There is Definitely Something Wrong with Me Alone

Dragon Clan: There is definitely something wrong with me

Introduction:

Sun Haoran thought he had crossed into the world of "Under One Person".The mediocre, he originally just wanted to quietly deliver the courier and eat and wait to die.Until one day, he was scratched by the little dragon man who suddenly came out!I obviously just want to deliver a courier quietly, why are you telling me to kill the dragon?

1. Deliver express delivery during the day and bury people at night

summer.

When the sunset glowed red half of the sky, the crowds in the city began to become dense, some of them finally came home from get off work and complained that the damn day was finally over, and some of them just started yawning and walking on the way. On the way to the night shift, the noisy life is one after another, and the noise is constant.

Sun Haoran was different. He just got off work and was going to work again.

“**** (Beautiful Chinese)”

Sun Haoran threw the last parcel in his hand onto the shelf, walked out of the warehouse door with a tired face, lit a cigarette, and got into a car parked on the side of the road with the 'Everywhere' logo printed on it. on the van.

Rolling down the window manually, he stretched out the hand holding the cigarette out of the window. He exhaled lightly, and the thick smoke filled the entire carriage.

His name is Sun Haoran, 25 years old, an ordinary employee who works everywhere, and by the way is a traveler.

"Drip drip-"

Not long after getting in the car, the phone ringing like a reminder suddenly rang.

Picking up the phone, in addition to the caller ID on the dark screen, only his face reflected on the screen remains.Obviously 25 years old can be considered a good young man, but in those eyes there is the indifference of 'I have buried thousands of people'.

In fact, he did bury so many people.

Finally, he reluctantly pressed the switch button.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a voice on the opposite side that made his blood pressure soar.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Go to the DC area to pick up the goods, there are not enough logistics staff, we will be too busy!"

"Yes yes yes~"

Hang up the phone angrily.

"Ugh……"

Sun Haoran reluctantly snuffed out the half-lit cigarette in his hand, threw it into the ashtray made of cans in the car, and started the van.

boom--

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the van ejected and started to ride without a hitch.

Anyone who knows the business will see that this seemingly ordinary express van is definitely not simple.

Whether it is the roar of the engine or the speed, it is enough to make the traffic police on the side of the road bewildered.

If you just send a courier, of course you don't need to be in such a hurry.

But the company 'Everywhere' is not just a courier company.

The courier company is just pretending. The real situation is that everyone in the company is talented and good-natured, but they can beat ten of them one at a time, and they all kill people when necessary.

Of course, in a society governed by the rule of law, it is not very good to always fight and kill. Most of the time these laborers are very serious in delivering express delivery, otherwise where will the operating funds come from?

But when it comes to overtime at night, they should do their jobs...

Sun Haoran was one of those people, an 'ordinary' employee who was in charge of delivering couriers during the day and... burying people at night.

Smoking in the car is not his hobby, but a habit.

In order to remove some inconvenient smells.

It's not his original character to have a bad temper. After all, whoever has just finished get off work during the day and has to go back to work at night will be in a calm mood.

But this is also something that can't be helped, after all, we have to ask for life~

"Hurry up and go home and sleep."

Sun Haoran stepped on the accelerator and held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand took out a sack from the co-pilot's drawer.

Don't get me wrong, sacks are used for express delivery, right?

"Gah-"

Soon, there was a sudden screech of brakes.

Sun Haoran parked the van, grabbed the sack and got off.

Then he took out his mobile phone, followed the location sent by the person above, and turned into an inaccessible alley.

While entering the alley, he also took out a machete from the system backpack.

Oh by the way, as a traveler, of course he has a system.Although this broken system seems to be useless, except for the convenience of storage space, it is not the same.But there is one thing to say, the storage space is really convenient, and it is a must-have product for home travel and murder.If he hadn't found another good weapon he'd have to fill it up.

The machete is used for self-defense. After all, boys must protect themselves when they go out, especially when they come to such a dark corner. This is also reasonable, right?

"Ugh……"

Sun Haoran sighed, clenched the sack and the machete and continued walking towards the depths of the alley.

Although he has been thinking about it for ten years, he has not figured out what sin he has committed and was sent to this world, but he has already waded through this muddy water and can only let nature take its course.

By this time the sun had completely set, and the atmosphere had begun to become dense.

Before Sun Haoran could reach his destination, he smelled the faint smell of blood coming from the depths of the alley.

But he wasn't too nervous, because it was a commonplace for him.

As he walked deep into the alley, a pleasant voice reached his ears.

"Come on... it's you again? Forget it, I'll leave it to you."

The figure squatting in the dark saw Sun Haoran walking towards him with a sack and a machete, and blinked a little, with a little doubt in his clear eyes, his eyes seemed to ask 'the company is already so short of people, why? It's you every time'.

"Ah."

Sun Haoran didn't care about the other party's sloppy attitude as if he was used to it, and just responded softly.

"I wanted to bury myself, but every time they say I'm not professional enough, you're saying Ha, I'm not professional enough at home?" the man complained solemnly.

"Ugh……"

In this regard, Sun Haoran was speechless.

The person in front of him always chops people down and then digs a hole on the spot before burying them. The burial is of course professional, but the key is... these corpse companies are all going to be recycled!

After all, it was buried on the spot, which would be troublesome if any ordinary person found out and dug it out.

"Forget it, you can save me if you come. I'll do it myself, bye bye."

As if knowing that the man in front of him would not answer his question, the figure in the dark slowly got up, patted his butt and left.

"Sister Bao'er, walk slowly~"

Sun Haoran shrugged helplessly, walked to the place where the figure was standing, and lowered his head.

At the foot is a slightly hideous corpse, and there are many marks of being chopped on its body, um... all chopped by a kitchen knife.

Of course, this is not the corpse of an ordinary person, but an alien who was judged by the 'company' as a 'need to be dealt with'. As for what happened, Sun Haoran is not quite sure. In short, his job is just to clean the battlefield. If you do your job well, you don't need to worry about that much.

"Tsk."

Gently smacking his lips, Sun Haoran took out the formalin he carried with him and poured it on the corpse.

"Oh, it smells really bad."

Although the smell of formalin masked the bloody smell, the chemical still had a pungent smell, which also made him uncomfortable.

He put on a mask and squatted down to dispose of the body.

"So many thorns, what ability does this alien have?"

To prevent the sack from being punctured, he chopped off the sharp protruding parts of the body and started packing it away.

2. Food and shelter, everything is fine

"Well, no corpse fraud tonight."

After working hard for a while, and wiping the sweat that didn't exist on his head, Sun Haoran gave the greatest affirmation to the employee who dealt with this dangerous guy tonight.

But it is only natural to think about it. After all, it is not ordinary employees who dealt with this guy tonight, but one of the company's most outstanding 'temporary workers', Feng Baobao.

Some aliens have extremely tenacious vitality, so in order to prevent accidents, Sun Haoran always carries a knife, but tonight he works very peacefully.

Of course, in fact, making up the knife is also part of his work.

The employees of Nadutong have a clear division of labor, and he is a person in the logistics department, who is specially responsible for supporting and dealing with the worries of some frontline combatants, such as making up for knives and cleaning the battlefield, all within his scope of work.

Such a position is called a 'cleaner' in all of them.

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"Crack-"

"Snapped--"

Open the door to the apartment, and throw the keys on top of the wooden shoe rack beside him.

This is a staff dormitory with access to everything, a single room, not luxurious, but not bad.

After delivering all the 'goods' that needed to be towed back tonight to the designated location, Sun Haoran finally completed the task tonight and ushered in a few hours of rest.

Sun Haoran closed the door and walked into the house, grabbed a bottle of white wine from the table, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth.

It's not that he really wants to drink, it's just that after a certain age, it's hard for him to fall asleep.

So he actually drinks to help sleep, please don't learn.

After drinking, he threw himself on the bed.

The moon in the sky had already tilted, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

"Ah—I'm exhausted!"

Lying on the bed in a big shape, Sun Haoran stared at the ceiling and complained. As soon as people drink, they start to talk more.

"The nose is full of formalin and a fishy smell..."

The sleepiness gradually came, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to become trance.