[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

If you look down from the sky, the second district can be divided into several sub-districts. With each garbage disposal point as the center, the distribution of forces spreads out in a concentric circle. The farther away from the core, the worse the strength and the more supplies you can get few.

At this time, in the inner ring closest to the garbage dumping point, tightly surrounded by garbage falling like the Milky Way, it is a chaotic battlefield, a noisy market, a playground for madmen, and a treasure house for leak pickers.

At every moment, people rush from here to the garbage mountain in the middle, risking being buried by the garbage falling from the sky to snatch the freshest and most valuable garbage.Every now and then, people rush back with large and small bags of garbage, find the direction of their companions and rush into the crowd, like a drop of water into the sea.

Surrounded by teams like ours, some backed against the garbage mountain, or hid behind trenches, or formed a virtual circle to guard the garbage that their companions had worked so hard to carry. The whole scene was noisy and noisy.

Fighting takes place at every moment and on every inch of land, and the eyes are full of swaying figures. Fighting and shouting can even cover up the sound of garbage falling from the sky.A celebration of trash.

As for Kuroro, when he said cleaning the battlefield, it was really a straightforward and sweeping sweep.

After confirming that our small position was safe and sound, Kuroro turned around and plunged into the surrounding battle circle.With his bare hands, he sneaked up on a bandit who was trying to rob the position next door, and punched him in the back of the heart.

The bandit accomplice who was killed by one move immediately started to attack him in shock, while the bandit's original enemy... showed a "wolf is coming" look in his eyes, no longer guarding the garbage at his feet, but also turned his head to attack him!

I was stunned to see that the situation suddenly turned into seven or eight adults besieging Kuroro - he was only as high as their chests!

Kuroro was deeply trapped in the encirclement. Relying on his petite stature, he deftly dodged and fought back, and he was not at a disadvantage for a while.He didn't use mind skills, but just relied on physical skills to fight with them, and his shots were extremely ruthless.

Kuroro took the opportunity to kill two more, and the enemies were not vegetarian, and soon some people used telekinetic skills.The long sword wrapped in flames slashed at his back, and a fist that made the sound of piercing through the air hit his face at the same time!

I almost screamed, and Kuroro curled up in mid-air in an unimaginable way, avoiding the flames and iron fists at the same time.Afterwards, I could barely see his movements, except that two more enemies fell quickly, and the flames dissipated into the air.

There were still four enemies, but their consciousness had been defeated, and they fled in all directions, leaving garbage on the ground.Kuroro didn't even look at his booty, and chased after the guy who used his fists to kill him on the garbage slope next to him.

Kuroro didn't stop, and went straight into a larger battle circle not far from him.At first, no one noticed him in the scuffle, but wherever Kuroro went, someone always fell, and the situation soon turned into a situation where several enemies had to temporarily join forces to besiege him alone.

I turned around abruptly and found that March and the others were all standing in place, which was no surprise to me.Lan even ran over and brought back the two bags of trash that Kuroro didn't care to pick up.

"Aren't we going to help him?!" I suddenly realized something was wrong and asked in disbelief.

"No, that's his own battle." Pike said softly, seeing my shocked and anxious expression, he pursed his lips and said, "Kurolo has a sense of proportion, he won't let us help him."

What does he want to do?

I opened my mouth and looked towards Kuroro again, only to see that he had already escaped from the siege, with paint on his body, but his feet were scattered and his corpses were almost all over the ground.Except for one opponent who was entangled by him, no matter how enthusiastic the fight was, the people around them consciously kept away from him, for fear of being involved.

He was completely red-eyed.

"Krollo has always been like this. He kills more people every day than we combined." Yan murmured.

"Don't worry, Kuroro is good at picking opponents. He won't be in danger." Lan comforted me.He bid farewell to his sister, and once again rushed to the mountain that was constantly spitting out garbage.

"Do you still remember what I told you in the letter? Kuroro killed people very fiercely... even more fierce than Feitan." March also said, his big eyes looked at me with a little curiosity: "Is he like this before? ?”

No, of course not.I didn't answer, I said in my heart.

Most of the time Kuroro fights, I'm either locked up in Robin's lab, or huddled in the grocery store to watch the house, but I don't need to look to know that he will never kill people like he does now.

In his own description or Feitan's description, in his battles I have seen, Kuroro is not the kind of person who is addicted to harvesting lives.He cares more about efficiency, and is more willing to use the most convenient and labor-saving way to win. Fighting and killing are just means to him.

Rather than, not like now...killing for the sake of killing.

Kuroro finished off the enemy in his hand, but I could almost hear the crisp sound of him pinching the opponent's throat bone with his bare hands from tens of meters away.

His eyes, the lines of his profile, his aggressive posture...

This... this is not right.

"Lydia, what are you thinking?! Another person is coming!" March woke me up.

I drew my sword and slashed at the enemy in front of me, my movements were almost mechanical, and my mind was out of control.

We didn't kill them all, of course not, the enemy is inexhaustible.Our task is just to guard the rubbish behind us - kill a few people, show that we are a tough guy, and let the enemy retreat.Looking around, most of the people around are also like this. It is good that garbage is the focus of the battle, but except for a few red-eyed ones, no one will give up their lives for a bag of garbage.

All for living.

Just like I guessed before, if everyone fights uncontrollably, no matter how many people in the second district can't bear the daily wear and tear.

This is a garbage game, not a killing game.

This is a dump, not a meat grinder.

"March," I asked quietly, "how much trash do we need?"

"For a day, one bag per person is enough." Ma Qi said, "It can be exchanged for water and food for a day."

I looked behind me, there were more than a dozen garbage bags, and there were only eight of us.

Kuroro was like a young black panther, fighting in and out of the pack of wolves.

It can be seen that he has indeed picked his opponents, from weak to strong, the few people he is fighting with now are obviously stronger than the first ones, and various mind skills are flying in the air, creating almost dazzling light and shadow effects.

Kuroro is currently in danger.He also said that I exchanged injuries for my life, and he exaggerated it even more, it was a life-threatening attack!I watched helplessly as he received a blow from the back with a stick, in exchange for a fleshy palm to penetrate a person's chest!

He is simply addicted to killing!

Looking around, no one came near here.I gritted my teeth suddenly, bypassed Madge's spider web, and rushed towards Kuroro!

"Stop!" I shouted loudly.

The enemy made a move.Kuroro was unaffected, moving like clouds and flowing water. He elbowed one person's temple almost simultaneously, smashed one person's throat with his fist, and kicked one person's jaw over at the same time—three of them were lost in an instant.I stabbed one of them to death with a knife, so there were only corpses around besides the two of us.

"What are you doing here?" Kuroro panted heavily and asked ungratefully.

"Help you." I said frankly.

"You don't need your help." Kuroro said in an unhappy tone, looking a little suffocated.

"Isn't this more labor-saving?" I asked.

He ignored me and looked around, as if looking for his next opponent.

I interrupted his gaze and ran over to grab his hand.

His hands were full of other people's blood, and his tentacles were greasy.

"How long are we going to fight?" I shook his hand and asked, "I want to drink water."

Kuroro looked at me, his expression changed from cold to helpless, the hostility in his body was finally withdrawn, and his tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

He pulled me back around the dead body on the ground, "Be patient, wait for everyone to gather. Or we'll dig through the trash first."

We walked towards Maqi and the others, and the surrounding area was empty—Krollo almost cleared the surrounding area of ​​tens of meters, and the others either hurriedly evaded with garbage, or turned into corpses and fell to the ground.

I looked him sideways as I walked.

Although his head was covered with sweat and his face was like a cat, Kuroro didn't make himself covered in blood, only a small bloody gash was drawn on his face, which was very eye-catching.

The murderous ferocity on his body disappeared completely, only his eyes still had a bit of murderous intent, calm and unwavering but surprisingly bright, it looked like he was measuring the deadly place.

I suddenly remembered that I saw Kuroro put on pure black short sleeves before, and when he looked over, he was surrounded by evil spirits and rushed towards his face fiercely.I thought it was because of the change in color of the clothes, but now it seems... much more than that.

"What are you looking at?" Kuroro asked strangely.He raised his eyebrows, and his round eyes looked childish.

"Nothing." I rolled my eyes with a smile and asked him, "Did you get hurt?"

"No." Kuroro said.

"Really?" I tapped lightly with my fingers, and I watched him being hit on the shoulder with a sap.

Kuroro ducked for a moment and glared at me.

I giggled.

And on our feet, Big Franklin is back too.He is tall and powerful, he can bring three big bags of garbage at a time, and he seems to be able to lift weights lightly, unlike Feitan's attitude of wanting garbage and dying.

Afterwards, Fei Tan and Lan came back one after another, and the eight members of the squad were assembled, and we were ready to retreat.

Counting the results, there were a total of 21 garbage bags—Krollo took back two, snatched two, Lan took back four, Feitan took back five, and Franklin took back eight!

Another day of great harvest.

But the problem now is that with so many things, the small bodies of the eight of us simply cannot be transported to the exchange point.

This is where the meaning of the team comes into play.

"Drag to the assembly point first." Kuroro said, "There is still some time, we can check first to see if there is anything useful."

The so-called rendezvous point is a relatively calm area separated by some distance from the inner ring where the fierce confrontation is here.Teams like ours, which are fighting in small units, usually choose to gather there, and then the whole team escorts the garbage to exchange.In this way, the manpower can be evened out, and more garbage can be transported. Second, the force can be concentrated to prevent people from being cut off on the road.

21 bags of rubbish can't be moved in one trip. Madge and I stayed behind as guards, and the others moved some of them first, and then turned back to move the rest.

After struggling to drag a bag of garbage on the ground, I followed the team across the heated battlefield on both sides, and walked towards the periphery.We kind of ended early, and most of the teams were still scrambling for more trash.

I looked back at the towering garbage mountain, and the airship in the sky was still dumping garbage.It is said that such excretion continues day and night, year after year.

Large bags of rubbish fell from the sky, making a roaring and dull noise, like a group of meteorites, falling into the embrace of the earth without hesitation.

Meteor Street, Meteor Street, is that how it got its name?

On the way we walked out, apart from the chaotic area that was clearly fragmented, we also saw many orderly teams.These teams are much larger, with at least dozens of people gathered together, and the division of labor is clear: some are responsible for rushing into the garbage disposal point to grab garbage, some are responsible for transporting, some are responsible for on-site classification, and some are responsible for vigilance.

Because there are so many people at first glance, no one grabs their attention like they rob us, and the divisions between the various teams are clear, and it is impossible to fish in troubled waters like Kuroro.

This is probably a large force that exists like a local snake and is operating maturely?

On the garbage plain where our small force agreed to gather, there is already a team of people waiting.

I recognized several faces from the meeting with Kuroro before. They were the strongest team that Feitan told me.

I looked at them carefully, there were seven of them in total, six men and one woman.The leader was a brown-skinned man with a standard build, with a shrewd face written on his face, and he was obviously intimate with the only woman around him.The woman was pretty, but obviously not the kind of pretty vase.Several other men also looked very strong.Take it for granted, they are all people with the ability to read.

They and us were separated by a distance of several meters, and looked at each other a few times.I counted their garbage bags, and there are more than 40 of them.

I turned my gaze and didn't look much.

Kurollo called everyone to untie the garbage bags one by one. Let's look through the contents first, pick out the useful ones and take them away, and make a preliminary classification of the rest according to their value.

This is the first time I have really picked out the garbage with my hands... It is memorable.

The garbage sorting in this world is probably done well. Different types of garbage have different disposal areas, and our place belongs to the garbage disposal place without classification.We are not yet qualified to intervene in the fabled and most valuable recyclable waste full of shiny cans and scrap steel.

Such bags of packed garbage are generally household garbage.

Living on a junkyard, rummaging through trash isn't a chore.After preliminary screening, we collected a bag of relatively valuable plastic bottles and cans, a bag of pure kitchen waste, and a bag of things to be embezzled, including a set of yellowed down pillows and duvets. Rusty but sharpened paring knife, and, found in the same trash bag, five books.

Harvest!

By the way, Kuroro dug out half a bottle of juice from the trash and checked that it was only two days old.After obtaining everyone's consent, the juice was given to me.

It took a lot of time to sort out the garbage, and other teams came back one after another.

It took a while for them to clean up the garbage on the spot.I took the opportunity to count the number of people.Add us and the strongest team (I am going to call them the first team), a total of five teams, each ranging from five to seven people, adding up to a total of 32 people.

The later three teams (collectively referred to as ordinary teams) were uneven in strength. Two teams seemed to be old and young, and they looked like they had a family, and the other team was all young and strong.On the contrary, we had the largest number of people, including Franklin, a total of eight, but most of them were children, who were the most eye-catching.

After tidying up, without an order, everyone silently gathered the garbage around the first team, and the big bags of garbage piled up into a hill as high as one person.

We kept our most valuable plastic bottles, the bag of soda cans, and the bag we were going to take back to camp, and turned in the rest.

The specific distribution process is as follows: After all the garbage is collected, it will be transported to the garbage exchange office in a unified manner, and the exchanged materials will be distributed according to the ratio of the garbage turned in by each team (the team that turns in less garbage but helps others to carry it can be allocated a little more as payment), and then the teams disband.

At this time, only by comparing the amount of garbage brought by each team, we can have a roughly accurate estimate of the strength of each team.The first team has more than 40, ranking first; our team has 21, ranking second; the remaining three ordinary teams have only three to five, which is pitifully small.

A total of [-] bags of garbage were harvested today. Excluding the manpower reserved for vigilance, each person had to carry two to three bags on average.This burden is not light.Kuroro got me, Madge, and Pike a spot on empty-handed alert.

The other three guard places are occupied by the woman from the first team (to be honest, I think she is much stronger than Ku Luoluo and Fei Tan, let alone compare with Yan, she is actually lazy~), and the other one is from the ordinary team The half-grown boy, a thin woman, and the rest, including the old man with all white hair, all carried at least two heavy garbage bags.

The team moved forward with heavy steps.

We will go to the legendary garbage exchange point that is firmly controlled by the leading forces in the second district and has countless coveted materials.

The author has something to say: the thesis proposal was successfully passed!However, I will prepare to make a model soon, depressed~

p.s.明天申请停更一天，我想攒一章存稿作为缓冲，不然每天晚上玩命赶更新实在吃不消……（2017-01-07，23:41:39）