Vol 7 Chapter 2: Violent group

"Little South brother, don't eat me, Xiao Yan is not good!" Xiao Y's face is covered with tears and snot, and the dark eyes that are extraordinarily large because of his face are full of uncontrollable fear.
Although Meteor Street is named after the street, it is actually equivalent to a small autonomous region. Most of the area of ​​Meteor Street is a desert with toxic dust and dust, and it is full of garbage mountains. Only a part of the northeast is close to the big forest, and the air quality is slightly better, suitable for human survival.
Although Meteor Street has a parliament composed of elders, since the means of subsistence basically comes from the recycling of garbage, it does not form a dominant superstructure. The Presbyterian Church is made up of highly respected seniors who are responsible for coordinating daily disputes between large and small violent gangs in Meteor Street.
Due to the extremely harsh living environment, Meteor Street is basically unable to produce agricultural products and meat products. Compared with daily necessities, the most lacking thing here is food. In many places on Meteor Street, eating people is commonplace.
Meteor Street has many abandoned babies and orphans. Most of them have disabilities and it is difficult to make a living like normal people. Because of the violence and strife everywhere, women and women who lose men often cannot survive. These two are the most common victims of cannibalism.
Hearing the cry of Xiaoyan, Xiaonan stiffened his body and looked up slowly. He looked at the little partner with fear and his face slowly showed a dead gray color. He suddenly opened his mouth and sent a weird voice like crying and crying. "Small, I won't eat you, you will live."
The boy slowly stood up and took off his upper vest, revealing a ribbed figure. His voice seemed to come from outside the sky, with a hint of infiltration, "Bone boss, can I change the food for a few days?"
"Do you really want to do this? You should know that you are not there, Xiaoyan can't live for a few days, it's not as good as... Three, one week, Xiaoyan can get a week's ration." The bones were only half said, looking up to see Xiaonan The look on his face was silent.
"Boss! This kid is not enough for us to eat a meal, up to three days..." In the team behind the bones, a strong man of micro-lump jumped out indignantly. This person's left arm is a little shrunk, but the right arm is several times thicker than the average person. The face is slow and sarcoma. It is the second person of this violent group, called the one arm.
"Shut up!" The face of the bones was gloomy, and the eyes of the eagle slammed into one arm. One arm slammed back, but his eyes were flickering, secretly playing his own ideas.
The expression on Xiaonan’s face, the bones have been seen many times, this is the expression of the talents who are completely dead. He also grew up as an abandoned baby. He felt the same feelings for Xiaonan, but as a leader of a violent regiment, he could not violate the law of the jungle. Adding three days of rations to a week is already his greatest help for Xiaonan and Xiaoyan.
"Little South brother, I don't want you to die, don't leave me alone!" Although Xiaoyan is young, living in such a place as Meteor Street has long been sensible. Immediately realized that Xiaonan wanted to exchange her for her survival at the expense of herself, and suddenly sobbed and hugged Xiaonan’s arm.
"One-armed!" The bones turned to the side and shouted.
"Hey!" Hearing the boss, the ugly face of the one-armed arm showed a sneer, and the more out of the crowd, the thick right arm was stretched out, and the open fan was opened, and the small neck of Xiaonan was pinched.
"Hey!" At this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded on the open space.
"Yeah!" With the gunshots, there was a sigh. I saw a blood hole in the right palm of one arm, and it was bleeding.
"Who?" There was a glimmer of light in the bones. The violent gangs that were scattered around, lazy, all stood up, and each face showed a fierce color, looking at a certain direction.
"They are two, I want it." Qin Lun hung a gentle smile, slowly walking into the open space from a distance, the right hand of the angel's praise still still braved a trace of smoke.
Qin Lun has been hiding in the dark to observe this situation, and the results of the observation surprised him a bit. This gang of gangs headed by bones is mostly deformed by the body, and even includes their leader, the same bone.
However, this understanding has made Qin Lun more cautious.
The living conditions on Meteor Street are extremely harsh, and it is not surprising that newborns have various deformities. But these deformed children can survive on Meteor Street, and growing up is a problem in itself. If they are not capable of being more powerful than normal people, they will die long ago and become "rational rations" among other populations.
It’s not a story to say that the poor mountains and the bad waters are out of the public. The more the living conditions are harsh, the more prone to the hustle and bustle of the people, not to mention the meteorological streets of the violent gangs everywhere. Even if Qin Lun Art is daring, he has deep concerns about the life and death of the two young people.
Although Xiaonan and two people are likely to be the task clues arranged by the broken starry sky, Qin Lun also has to consider, it is not worth angering this violent team. However, when he saw that the leader of the violent regiment seemed to have sympathy for Xiaonan, it was decided to intervene to save the orphans.
"Who are you?" The bones glanced at the tribute of the angel of Qin Lun's right hand. The sharp eyes were like a razor, and they were fixed on the youth.
"They just attacked me." Qin Lun did not say much, looking at the bones plainly.
Qin Lun’s words caused a commotion of the violent regiment. Many unsightly eyes focused on the youth’s face, and when there was a bone, they immediately stood up and attacked. However, the two orphans calmed down at this time. Xiaonan looked numbly and squatted, slowly pushed away and let the center of the venue be allowed.
The violent regiments on Meteor Street are very united. Don't look at the fact that they just forced Xiaonan to desperate, but they will not watch Qin Lun take them away. Violent groups without spine are not good violent groups, and there is no room for such violent groups in Meteor Street.
Looking at Qin Lun not far away, there was a sinister fierce light in the one-armed eye. The right palm that was still bleeding sneaked out to the back and pulled out a thick iron rod. The iron bars are covered with dark red marks. These are not rust, but blood stains that have penetrated into the iron bars for many years.
"Call!" The thick right arm, which is different from ordinary people, picks up the iron rod and silently slams into the back of Qin Lun.
"Stop!" The one-armed sneak attack was too sudden. When it was noticed by the corners of the bones, it was already a little late. The skinny violent regiment suddenly changed his face.
One arm heard the scream of the leader, but it made him even more dissatisfied, and the intensity of pouring on the iron bar increased a bit. The previous partiality to Xiaonan was also considered. Now, facing an outsider, to stop him, of course, can only cause a one-armed rebellious mentality.
The one-armed arm even made up its mind at this moment, and when this matter passed, it immediately challenged the leader of the bones.
However, in the absence of complaints, the one arm did not notice one thing. The yelling of the bones is not directed at him, because until now, the leader of the violent regiment still keeps an eye on the outsider.
Qin Lun’s face was as long as it was, but the depth of the pupil was flashing a violent sigh. The sinful dagger slipped from the cuff and fell silently into the palm of his left hand.
The one-armed arm only felt the eyes sway, and the young man who was still standing in front of him suddenly disappeared. One arm was shocked, the right hand was a meal, and the empty iron rod was hardened by his direction and swept in front of him for half a week. He has rich experience in combat and he is sneak attacked. He knows that he is in danger. He does not seek to hurt the enemy now, but he only wants to protect himself.
There was a hint of novelty in Qin Lun’s eyes, but there was no mercy in his hand, and the black mans of the sinful daggers passed away, gently on the right shoulder of the one arm.
"Hey!" A blood arrow was marked on the shoulder of the one arm, and the thick right arm was softly lowered, and the iron rod fell off the ground.
Qin Lun hit a hand, but there is no smug color on his face, but it is even more dignified. Flying a foot, kneeling on the one-armed buttocks, the body of this strong man was unstable, and slammed out, just blocking the bones that flew.
The bones have been staring at him all the time. At the moment when Qin Lun shot, the leader of this violent regiment also started. He didn't look down on his own arm, and when his right foot lifted, he stepped on the belly of the strong man.
The one-armed face was a glimpse of the face, not only did not avoid the stepping of the bones, but instead swooped forward, the body was short and half-cut, specifically to the injured shoulders to the bones.
The bones seemed to know that the one-armed arm would do this, and the right foot became more and more two points on his shoulder. The blood hole of the one-armed right shoulder once again marked a blood arrow. The strong man's eyes were all red, screaming, and the upper body was quite a bit, and the bones were sent out.
A pair of ribs with a staggering agility ~ EbookFREE.me ~ with the power of one arm, like a spring to Qin Lun. The hands that were revealed were like talons, and the sharp nails shone in the sunlight, and they slammed into the throat and heart of Qin Lun.
The two deputies and gangs of the violent regiments, who were not in harmony with each other, even left a distraction at this moment, and completed a combined attack with unparalleled tacit understanding.
The smile on Qin Lun’s face finally disappeared. One foot step under the foot, avoiding the right hand of the bone grabbing the throat, and lifting the right arm, sandwiching the left arm of the bone under the armpit.
"Hey!" A crisp fracture sounded, and the left arm of the bone began from the elbow and reflexed in a posture that no one had in normal, revealing a white skeleton.
It’s just that the bones don’t seem to feel pain at all. The sharp eyes of the eagle’s eyes are flashing. The right hand that grabs the throat of Qinlun suddenly rises sharply. The wrist is turned over and the sharp nails are inserted into Qinlun’s. The temple on the left.
In the eyes of Qin Lun, the fierce flames flourished, and the head gave the bones of the bones. The left knee lifted his abdomen and lifted him out.
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