Vol 2 Chapter 337: Wheelchair veteran

Chapter 337 Veterans in Wheelchairs
The silver moon hangs high and barely illuminates this remote and broken roadway.
The only slit that leads to the outside, swaying a few shivers of shivering.
Outside the lane, the rude rude screamed, and Taylors woke up.
Although walking through the ground made him feel a little dizzy, the corners and trails that followed the instructions after coming to the ground were a bit complicated, but Taylor was very clear: he had left the cover of the Secrets and was exposed to Longyan City. Seeing the vision.
He is in danger, and the only hope in the city at the moment... is the connector that Putil said.
Taylors concentrated his attention, and the sin of the prison river surged in time to enhance his hearing.
A dozen different breathing sounds appeared in his senses from two directions: one party had more people and one party came alone.
"You have been in Longyan City for so many years," this is the cold voice before. When he spoke in the crowd, Tyres faintly felt his intolerance: "You should know how serious this is, you know How serious we are, this is not a matter of arrogance."
The rude trick was ridiculed with disdain: "Hey!"
Tyres slightly frowned: Who are they? Where is this?
Where is the man who met me?
Damn Putier, clearly said that he does not want to be like the Secret, but there is still only a mystery left for me.
The confrontation of the wall seems to continue: the rude response apparently made his opponents feel unhappy.
The third voice re-emerged, and it seems that it is still trying to convince the rude man: "This is for our survival - from the closure of the city to the investigation and then to the present, they have never been so violently interfering with gangs and underground business. ... Listen, the Yingling Palace is really playing this time. I don’t care if they even burned jade."
Tyre’s heart is a glimpse.
From noon, Rumba was assassinated. He fled the Yingling Palace until the night fell. A few hours passed. The prince could probably imagine the way Longjing City is now.
"I don't think so," the rude voice replied casually: "I have a good time."
"boom!"
"Oh," it seems that someone is resentfully ringing a piece of wood: "You are old..."
But with another muffled sound, he would be angry, as if he was stopped by his companions.
Tyres pushed the body closer to the rough wall in front of him, erected his ears and tried to grasp all the useful information.
"Is it?"
It’s the third person who is cautious. Compared to his cold companion, it seems that he is more inclined to negotiate and solve the problem:
From the afternoon, the market in the sword district, the goods we ordered to sell this month were all deducted; In Longyi Square, the old black hand of Commas was directly copied; even if the aristocrats in the spear area and the axe area entered the prison in batches, even the hands of the real power vassals of Kerke Kegall were greatly implicated; As for us? As long as there are people with a criminal record, the patrol team will take it back and ask directly to the water prison without asking."
"And you, you think you are very special, thinking that with your old feelings with the ‘撼地,’ the poor people’s shield and hammer area can stay out of the way, the patrol and the Dagong guards will always let you go?

He paused.
The cold voice took his words: "You are wrong."
"And one day, you will pay for it."
In the heart of Tyres, he heard a few key words.
The prince subconsciously looked around: this remote laneway seems to be some years old, and the irregular masonry walls are severely damaged, as if they are going to fall down. It is obvious that the left house connected to it has not lived for a long time - this is only left The half-brick house was even more tragic than the wrecked house that Tyler had been waiting for, like being held by a giant heavy hammer, starting from the roof, and smashing down a third of the vertical.
But Tyres immediately realized that the ground under his feet was full of gravel and decaying broken wood, and even deep pits that did not know where to come.
Just like...
It's like a messy battlefield.
Is there such a place in Longyan City?
Thinking of this, Tyres immediately trembled!
In the moonlight, he turned his head incredulously, looking through the narrow slits of the roadway and a few holes in the broken wall: the dilapidated beams, the collapsed brick walls, the dirty roads, if there were any in the nose No smell of odor...
Taylors stunned.
He recognized this place.
He still remembers the rough and uneven dirt road texture under his feet, and the low-rise old houses are like labyrinthine lanes.
Only the bustling vocals were lost.
here is……
Tyres touched the wall and stared blankly at the house that had been smashed off the roof.
This is the shield area.
It is the shield area of ​​Longyan City.
It was six years ago, under the mad battle of the two magicians without bottom line, destroyed in the shield area.
It was he who ran wildly with a small slick, and he shed tears across life and death, a shield that he followed the black sword to fight back.
It is here.
An inexplicable sorrow rushed into the heart of Tells.
It has been so many years.
He finally returned to this place.
However, Taylor’s heart is full of doubts: Why does Putility want to come to this place?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
The rude voice suddenly burst into laughter and attracted the attention of Taylors.
"‘You will pay the price,’ hahahaha...

The laughter was very bold and wild, but Tyres heard the unhappiness and anger inside.
In the senses that the sin of the prison river has been strengthened, Thales vaguely felt that the people's breathing was getting thicker and thicker across the rude door.
It seems that the scene is getting more and more ugly.
The laughter gradually stopped.
"You know," the rude voice stopped for a few seconds, and it opened lower, even lower than before:
" Six years ago, Urad couldn't keep up in Longyan City, so he played tricks and turned the market and the black market into a mess. Together with the disappearance of the Far East, the business in the Bow Area also It’s a blank, so for a time, all the dregs that are not self-sufficient want to grab these bones...

The rude man had a slight meal, and the voice revealed a dangerous signal: "And after a few years of struggle, you still have to stay, actually think that you are a personal thing, and even speak like a party. ......"
Urad?
It was six years ago... the men of Rumba, the one who was wearing eight scorpions?
Tyres frowned, and he subconsciously retracted and hid himself completely in the darkness behind the wall.
"enough."
The cold voice was spoken again, it seems that he is the leader of this group.
"We don't know what you and Urad's past grievances, scorpions," his words are still not warm: "We don't want to blend, but everyone is living in Longyan City..."
"Ha!" The rude voice suddenly slammed and interrupted him.
"Let's live?"
Although this guy is only alone, it seems to be particularly kind. In the face of so many people, he is not only afraid, but even more arrogant:
"For several years, there are Urad's examples in front. No matter the waterway and the black road, the stricter patrol team has copied your goods more than ten times, and the lost money is enough to buy a Longyan city. You are still persevering, as if the money is not finished... Hey, you occupy the market, is it really just to ask for life?"
In the face of rude questions, the group did not speak, but Taylor could feel that their breathing rate was more frequent and frequent.
"Even if this is the case, you have never given up giving gifts to the inner city's nobles in the past few years, as if the money is not finished... including the receptionist who was hanged because of the black sand collar. I know that His benefits are all handed over to you."
The rude cough snorted, spit a sip, and continued to disdain the truth: "Hey, neither name, nor profit, but also a look of worry about the country and the people? Tell me, which gang is doing this, only Just to 'please live'?"
The group of people who confronted him was still silent, but Taylors had heard the sound of some people clenching their fists.
"Look, I am very clear about your details," the rude voice sneered, but inexplicably made people feel chilly: "I know who you are doing, I know whether it is for self-protection, or not Purposeful and backing..."
"Hey."
"Urad is gone, but his stench is still in the city, not scattered," the man's tough voice made Tyres impressed. He felt more and more that he seemed to have seen this person. :
"If I report to the White Blade Guard, guess what? What is the consequence?"
Silence that lasts longer than ever before, haunts between the two parties.
White Blade Guard.
Really bad.
Tyler, who was caught in the confrontation, only felt that the atmosphere was getting worse. He looked around with anxious eyes, but was disappointed to find that there were only two ways to leave the lane: either slamming out from the narrow slit In the presence of the two sides, either, from the other side, stepping on the gravel and broken wood in one place, and shaking the wall high-altitude.
Which one is not a good idea.
After a long time, the cold voice of the other party slowly sighed.
"There has been no White Blade Guard, Grivo," his words were very light, but he was not good: "From the day the disaster came, the day the dragon reappeared..."
"The first king has been awkward, the times have changed, and whether it is Exeter or Longyan City, it is different."
The words that sounded in the night gave Taylors a glimpse.
He probably figured out the identity of both parties.
Their status may not be very high, but it should not be neglected in Longyan City, affecting the lives of many people, and closely related to the official middle level such as the patrol.
For such people, Taylors has a long-lost familiarity.
Sure enough, the next second, the rude man called Grivo was cold and cold:
"So you found a new master?"
He snorted, with a thick disdain: "Why, the words below Chaman Rumba are so delicious, you have to rush to line up to take a sip when you pass by?"
"Mom..." One of them seemed to be unable to resist his temper and took a step forward, but he was immediately stopped.
"Quiet!" This is the third voice. He seems to be the most weighty person to speak except for the cold voice.
His words were obviously more cautious. He only listened to his negotiating tone: "I know, Grivo boss, we usually do not interfere with each other, and they know each other, but this time..."
Gregory didn't seem to buy it at all, his rough voice interrupted the other:
"Then go."
Grivo’s rude tricks are both ugly and harsh:
I don’t care how important the prince is. I don’t care who the are assassinated. I don’t care what the shrine is playing in the Yingling Palace. I don’t care about your black skin. The dog is licking whose eggs are, I don’t care if the bones you have collected are to be blended in, not to mention whether you want to rebel against the flag or want to add to the ranks. I care only one thing: you are a group of dogs. Mother---"
Tyres clenched his lower lip: Sure enough, his disappearance led to a series of chaos in Longyan City, and even affected these...
Just listening to Grivo slamming his fist, he whispered:
"---------------!"
This sentence suddenly made the opposite crowd fry.
"This old crippled..." The sound of a knife blade into the wood.
"We should give him some color to see..." A few sneer sneer.
"I want to say -" One person opened his mouth uncomfortably.
But the words of these people all came to an abrupt end.
It seems that he was stopped by his leader.
Just as Tyres took a sigh of relief and thought that a conflict would end...
"Grivo, Grivo, Grivo, the famous Grivo."
It was the leader, the cold voice.
"In the rumor, you can go to Grivo, who is higher than the ‘five wars.’
The sound of his voice was faint outside the lane of the fire.
In the disaster of six years ago, you lost a pair of legs.

"I can't stand up anymore."
Six years ago, lost a pair of legs?
six years ago.
Taylors caught the word.
Grivo was silent for a few seconds.
"Hah, you said my legs, I was embarrassed decades ago," the rude man said nothing, and the laughter was still easy and comfortable. "Six years ago, I suspected that they were unsightly, so I gave it to you." Saw it."
"do you have any opinion?"
The breeze blew through the narrow slit of the roadway, scraping a low whistling sound.
Just listen to the cold person and continue: "Not only that, but you have lost one eye."
"Has lost half of your vision."
"Eyes?" Grivo's voice suddenly increased:
"Oh, I think it’s in the eyelids, it’s too big, and it’s just pick it up.

A few sighs came, it seemed that he had played his forehead.
The cold voice screamed.
"And, there are only three fingers left in your left hand."
"You can't do anything, whether you're holding your fist or holding a weapon."
Gryvo did not carelessly replied: "Hey, you haven't dug your nostrils? Don't you think it's more convenient?"
Hearing these words, Taylor frowned.
The lonely figure outside the wall...
What kind of man is it?
The cold man did not pay attention to Grivo, but continued to say: "More than that, in that disaster, your people suffered heavy casualties - count, how many brothers you buried in the shield six years ago?

This time, Grivo was silent for a long time.
long time.
It seems as if it is silent.
Another gust of wind blew, and the fire outside the lane trembled slightly.
The man named Grivo took a heavy breath and slowly spit it out.
"My brothers are all iron." He was slightly low in the air, but he still refused to show his weak words.
Gryvo’s voice trembled a little bit:
Cut, really want to fight, to be an enemy, and to have a meal at home.

The only thing that responded to him was silence.
Tyres listened quietly, sketching the man's image in his mind: he lost his legs, lost his eyes, and his left hand was disabled.
Rude, rude and upbringing, full of anger.
However, he is also bold, stubborn and hard.
After a while, the cold voice began to laugh and laugh: "Hey..."
"Don't tease me, Grivo, look at your current disability - don't say that you have a gun, you can't even stand up, you have to rely on a wheelchair..."
In response, Grivo snorted disdainfully.
"Look around and see the place where the disaster and the beast have been plowed: poverty, ruin, decay, pity, abomination, the shield you rely on to be proud of."
The cold man screamed: "Look at this horrible situation. Your shield has never recovered, and it has gone from bad to worse. I heard that you are not enough for the rogue school to watch the audience. Don't say you still have to Take care of the orphans of those brothers, maybe you should call your wife and daughter to help, you know, you can earn a 'extra fast' when you are watching?"
There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.
This time, Taylors did not hear Grivo's rebuttal.
"Let's think clearly."
"It’s not your time now, old blind," the threat of a cold man’s words implies:
"Strongly refused to see the reality, and hard-mixed, it can only be self-destructive, but also tired of the week."
The footsteps sounded, it seemed that the cold man was slowly moving forward.
Tyres heard that Grivo's breathing was getting thicker and thicker.
"We didn't fight with you, but it's not because we are afraid of you - but you seem to look down on us? How do you think you are still a prestigious epee infantry, thinking that you are still the most respected Grivo boss, or in the dragon? The light of the civilians inside and outside the city, or the hero who guards the dragon city with the soul gun?"
"Can actually..."
The voice of the man is very gentle. It seems that there is no emotional ups and downs, but it is very chilling: "From six years ago, you have nothing. You gasp under your incomplete body, but one is in a wheelchair. Waiting for the death of the disabled."
This time, Grivo's gasping voice became thicker and thicker, and he even made a low indulgence.
But his rude voice did not come again.
It seems that Grivo has given up the counterattack.
The cold voice caught the other party's pain point, and he slowly laughed: "For example, if we are separated by a dozen steps, take a bow to shoot you who can't stand up... What can you do?

"If we really want to be true, if we really want to be right to you, to the shield area, to the hammer area, to your group of poorly swaying brothers, to their wives and children, employers and livelihoods, let them It’s a hundred times worse than it is now...

The words of the other party are getting slower and slower, and people are getting more and more chilling.
"You think that you can't walk all the way, the knife is not stable, the road can't be seen clearly, and you can only live in a wheelchair disabled in the next half of life, what can you do?"
Grivo still said nothing.
It seems to be really silent.
"Look at the situation, choose it wisely," the man sneered and stopped. "Since you know the people behind us, you should know: we are very energetic, we can do it, and we can’t Block, unable to stop, can't stop."
"So I will give you another chance now, Grivo, reconsider your answer..."
However, the man’s words have not been finished yet, and Taylors suddenly feels a shock!
(End of this chapter)