Vol 2 Chapter 338: Double?

Chapter 338 Double?
The next second, a scary bang, came from the roadway!
"boom!"
Tyres was shocked.
It sounds like a piece of flesh hits the wall...
On the other side of the wall came a messy scream.
"No, this bastard..."
"Grivo, you are here -"
"Copy guy..."
But it is not over yet.
"boom!"
Another muffled sound, heard in Tyres, like a punch and a hard hit!
The crisp bone cracking sound came with a painful voice.
"Oh, give me him... ah-"
"Hey!" This is the sound of cutting into the flesh!
"This is raising..."
"Oh!"
This time it came like a burst of bone cracking.
"Ah, ah-"
"Fuck, how did he do it -"
"Give me kill him~"
The screams of the crowds rang out from the lanes, and the singers were getting nervous.
What happened?
"What about flying knives? Use a flying knife to deal with..."
The chaotic crowd began to appear hysterical.
"Ah, ah, I swear, we won't, won't let you go, no! Your brother, your men, everyone you cherish, we all..."
"Boom!"
Another dull and blunt sound of the human body fell, and the sound of this guilty guilty.
"Get the knife fast -"
"Hey! Hey, la la..."
Taylor’s heart jumped: he was both strange and familiar with the sound—the warriors on the battlefield were cut through the arteries, and the blood spurted and swayed.
The voice of the crowd is becoming more and more scared.
"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to say -"
"Hey! Hey!"
The blunt sound of death is ringing again and again.
Tyres behind the wall heard a frightened battle.
The voice of the crowd is getting thinner and thinner.
"No, no, I am just running errands -"
"boom!"
Thales was shocked: the wall he had leaned against was slightly trembled, and it seemed that someone had been smashed and dropped a lot of dust.
After this, the outside noise, whether it is a cry for help or a fight, is much less.
The last voice of pleading for mercy, came with a cry:
"Don't, don't, whether it's tracking or catching your order, it's their idea... I'm really not a group with them -"
But in the next moment, the chilling sound of the chilling sound rang:
"La!"
Taylor closed his eyes: he also recognized this voice.
That is the sound of the neck being broken by a hard one.
After a dozen loud thrilling bangs, the low wall finally calmed down.
The chaos outside seems to have subsided.
Tyres was solemn and cautiously opened his eyes and held his breath.
No way?
In the scary silence, there are only two breaths left behind the roadway.
A calm, heavy, slightly breathing.
A panic, anxious, and a quick frequency.
Even if the ability to sin the prison river is promoted to the maximum, he can't hear the breath of other living things.
Only ... two people?
Taylors closed his mouth in horror.
After a few seconds.
The rude male voice that had not sounded for a long time, accompanied by a sigh, re-transmitted:
"Oh, the abilities, they think they are a little bit of a slap in the face - ah, it hurts."
A snoring sounded like the blade was pulled out of flesh and blood.
Jingle - the sound of metal landing.
With this sound, another breathing sound behind the wall is more urgent and unstable.
"You, you, you, grid, grid, Grivo old, old, boss, me, me, me, I am not..."
This voice is shaking.
In response, Gryvo’s faint sneer came:
Hey, a dozen people.

"There are no disabilities in a wheelchair."
"It's really shameful for you."
Taylors frowned tightly: What?
A dozen dozens, and the abilities, actually...
The only crying room that was left was so scared that I couldn’t even say anything.
"Hey."
But Grivo's next words made him breathe a stagnation:
"You are very lucky, little man, I need a tongue to talk..."
The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly eased.
The next second, he hurried out, there was a feeling of joy and cry: "When, of course! Grivo boss, you said, no matter what I am..."
"Oh." Grivo's cold voice forced the survivors back with a pleased and trembling voice.
In the stillness of the heart, listening to the corner of the Taylors atmosphere did not dare to take a bite.
Obviously, the person behind the wall is a dangerous character.
"Listen, scum."
Grivo’s rough and unpleasant voice slowly sounded:
Do you think that by threat and violence, you can force me to soften?

"You know, Urad used it for more than ten years, and he did it all. In the end, even the military force of the black sand collar was pulled, but he still couldn’t kill Laozi..."
Gryvo’s voice carries a rare guilty feeling:
Hey, don’t say less legs and eyes...

"Even if Lao Tzu can't speak, the eyes can't be seen, the limbs are rotten, and since then," the rude warrior voice is low, but the words are like iron: "You can also bite your teeth and pick it up from the bed, put you one by one..."
"Chew into pieces."
Snapped!
A scream sounded behind the wall.
Tyres felt that the survivor was mentioned by Grivo.
"Do you think that the comet is rampant in the city, it is terrible to start crazy? Ha," the voice of the rude man is getting more and more horrible:
"When you grieve Gryvo, you will know..."
"How gentle and gentle the face of the dead man who only knows the beheading."
Tyles heard, the fearful breath, with the squeaking of the upper and lower teeth.
"Return the words," Grivo said coldly:
"I may not be able to protect my site, my brother."
"But I can avenge myself."
"From today, anything happened on my site. I mean anything. For example, the little girl who lost the doll to my door, for example, the dog in my neighbor's house has a bone in it.

"I will remember you on your head."
Hey, hey, hey.
Like the sound of the index finger pounding the forehead.
The thrilling breath has already shook.
"You'd better pray that the shield and the hammer area are safe and happy, otherwise..."
"In return..."
"I will tear up every one of you, no matter where he is hiding, no matter how high he is."
"Like you see it."
thump!
The sound of a human body falling from the ground came.
"Roll." Grivo slowly said, the sound is frosty.
The next second, in the breath of the trepidation, a panic of footsteps screamed, all the way with countless debris, during the period of a lot of clothing and the ground friction.
The footsteps gradually went away.
After the wall, Tyres quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he only felt that the heartbeat was a little faster: it was over.
Now, just wait for the wheelchair to leave...
"Hey!"
The rude male voice rang again.
More lazy.
"That listens to the corner," Grivo's low voice passed into Tels's ear clearly and unmistakably:
"How long do you have to hide?"
Tyres’s heart was a little cold.
what?
He touched the stiff neck, looked up in a dull expression, and looked at the low wall that covered him in front of him.
calm.
Calm, Taylors.
The prince with luck, licking his lips: Maybe not me?
"Humph."
"Don't pretend, the guy behind the wall," Grivo seemed to pinch his fist, and it was scary and shocking: "Is it fun to watch the fun?"
"Hey, wait for me to take you out, you are not so lucky."
The prince closed his eyes and was full of helplessness.
Tyres took a deep breath.
Think of the benefits, Taylors.
It’s late at night, this is the almost abandoned shield, the guy – he can’t be the person who happened to be walking here.
Moreover, just listening to this Grivo's words, he should be traveling alone, and was blocked by opponents in this place.
And when the big night came to this place, it means...
Thales adjusted his breathing, used that reason to convince himself over and over again, and then resolutely stepped out.
Out of the narrow alley.
The cold wind blew, and the exaggerated temperature difference between the north and the night made Taylors cringe.
Outside the roadway, a scene of a ruined and ruined shield was presented to him.
But what really caught his eye was the mess in front of him.
Thales stared blankly at this scene in the night: more than a dozen bodies fell to the ground or attached to the wall, with different postures, frozen at the last moment, or horrified, or fearful, or angrily.
Some of them have deformed their hands and feet, some of them bend their bodies, and some even flow out of the viscera of a place, which is especially strange under the setting of the night and the moon.
Several torches fell weakly on the ground, burning from stubbornness and barely providing some illumination.
Tyres slipped: he accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.
It is like a wild slaughterhouse.
In this scene of people who couldn't help but breathe, Tyres swallowed a sip and saw the only one who was still alive: a strong man sat on the ground and silently wrapped the wound on his shoulder. .
Through the faint fire and moonlight, Taylor saw the biggest feature of the other side: he had no legs.
Rolf's legs were still up to the knees, but the rough man in front of him, his pants under half of his thighs were empty, and his pants were tied in two knots, indicating his misfortune.
Tyres slightly frowned.
The man named Gryvo snorted. He bit the cloth strip for the bandage and raised his head with enthusiasm: "Let's talk, come here late at night, are you Nilai Lai, Urad, or someone else? ……what?"
There was confusion in the eyes of Grivo.
By the light, Tyres unexpectedly saw his face: in the left eye of Grivo, there was nothing, leaving only a dark hollow.
And there is only one round hole left in his short hair under the short hair.
It is like being cut off the roots.
Taylors stunned.
"A little kid?"
The strong man frowned and raised doubts.
Gryvo spoke, using the left hand with only three fingers to pull up the corner of the cloth strip, the other corner biting in the mouth, the right hand hanging on the ground, helping the remaining half of the body to maintain balance, dead to yourself Put on the wound.
There was a faint sorrow in the heart of Tyres.
this person……
There are only "half" people left.
"Hey! Don't go away, boy!"
When Tyres changed his face, he returned and grabbed his forehead: "In fact, I am almost fourteen years old..."
"It’s really a child," Gryvo shook his head and said: "Why, are child laborers popular? Hey, people now, how cruel."
cruel?
Looking at Grivo sitting in the middle of a corpse, Tyres can only report a helpless smile.
Grivo's face is flat but his nose is quite high, and his face is unruly. He can't help but suspect that his dining knife has been cut out.
I saw that he had bandaged the wound, and the left hand grabbed it backwards, and the friction sounded in the darkness.
A wooden wheelchair was pulled by the man.
Grivo bit his teeth, stuck the wheelchair on the side of a protruding slate, grabbed the arm with his left hand, and supported the ground with his right hand.
He propped his half body up from the ground, trembled and leaned back into the wheelchair, trying to get on a wheelchair.
Tyres was in the middle of his heart, watching his struggling movements, and was trying to step forward to help.
But the next moment, Gryvo used the action to fight him: the strong man snorted, the powerful right arm seemed to burst out of infinite power, slamming on the ground!
The next second, the rude man steadily vacated the air.
The footsteps of Tyres just stepped out and stunned.
As the wheelchair trembled, Grivo fell in without a hitch.
Grivo in the wheelchair leaned back and breathed out with a sigh of relief, glanced at the corpse of the ground, revealing a cold smile.
At this moment, Taylors suddenly realized that although the other person appeared to be disabled, he even had only half of his body.
But no doubt.
This man in front of him is one of the most robust and powerful fighters he has ever seen.
Just at this time.
A female voice that she had never heard before, swept through his ears.
Gentle, light, but with a hint of reluctance to compromise.
[No, Huanren. 】
[They don't need cheap sympathy, not the so-called "normal people" and "sound people" we give in order to satisfy the moral evaluation of ourselves, the so-called help and sympathy. 】
[What they need is that we remove the glasses and treat them as if they were normal people - because they have nothing unusual. 】
[The reason why they can't be normal people is that we are too self-righteous, we are not tolerant, it is this imperfect society that does not give them the soil of normal people - whether it is the lack of software or the hardware, or the hardware The lack of life is inconvenient. 】
[Don't call them disabled again. 】
[Because they are not. 】
is her.
is her.
But who is she?
He subconsciously reached out.
But nothing was caught.
Leave a blank.
"Hey!"
"This can be distracted," Grivo pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looking up and down at Tyres, and his face was suspicious of his head: "You... wouldn't it be brain damage?"
Thales was shocked and flashed the memory of the sudden emergence back to the depths of his mind.
Grivo squeezed his right fist and made a crisp sound.
This voice made Taylors nervous.
He tried not to look at the surrounding bodies and squeezed a stubborn smile.
Concentration, now...
Tyres took a deep breath and wanted to make himself look friendly.
Putil said - smile, smile, smile when facing the connector.
The prince opened his mouth and looked at the man in the wheelchair: "So, are you the one that Putil said?"
Grivo frowned and replied loudly: "Who?"
The ugly big trick shocked Taylors.
"Putley, the amount, that is..." Tyres tried to keep a smile and slammed the lingua franca close to the North Standard accent:
"The strange uncle who smoked the pipe?"
Grivor licked the remaining eyes and scratched his chin in the moonlight.
He opened his mouth impatiently, and asked in a loud but vague way:
"What do you say?"
Tyres shook in his heart.
No.
"Or, or someone, he doesn't necessarily call Putilai, maybe he uses a pseudonym, and he doesn't necessarily smoke. He shouldn't have smoked in these days..." Taylors danced and tried to build his own language. , while in the heart of the belly of Putier's unreliable:
"He asked you to take someone... you know, at this time, put someone, give someone a..."
Tyler waved his arm and gently swayed his head, looking forward to see Gryvo, who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him..."
"This time? Put someone..." The rude man picked up his eyes, his eyes sloppily, and thought a little.
I saw him tentatively asking: "Do you mean... shipped out of town?"
Tyres lit up and snapped a finger: "Yes! That's it!"
Grivo was silent.
The man in the wheelchair looked at him silently for a few seconds.
Let Taylor's heart slightly hairy.
until……
"Oh oh!"
Grivo's face changed, and he slammed his head!
The brawny suddenly realized his face and pointed his finger at Tells: "It turned out to be you!"
God bless.
Taylors exhaled!
He only felt a stone falling in his heart.
"Yes, right!"
Tyres shot his thigh and only felt that it was difficult to negotiate. He smiled hard: "I am, haha, how are you... Hey, how, what?"
"Well..." Grivor squinted and continued to look at him, making a low throat.
The feeling of hairiness in the heart of Tyres came up again.
"Grivo," a second later, the rude man smiled, revealing a big yellow tooth and extending his right hand to him:
"Drew Grivo."
Taylors breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this connector person seems to speak better...
He stretched out his right hand and held Grivo's palm: "So..."
Just at this time.
"boom!"
Taylors, who hadn’t responded yet, only felt a heavy right hand, a pain in the neck, and the field of vision in front of him shook violently!
A majestic force broke out from Grivo's right palm, pulling Tyler out of balance and falling in the direction of Grivo!
"caught you!"
Gryvo’s quick laugh came from his ear.
"Ha ha ha ha, want to secretly go out of town? Hey, are you the little prince who was taken away?"
Grivo's rough laughter grew louder and louder, and it hurt Teres's ears for a while.
what happened?
Tyres, who had difficulty breathing, blinked hard, but he was horrified to find that he had been caught in the wheelchair by Grivo, holding his hands from behind!
The left arm of the latter bypassed the prince's neck, and the muscles cast on the arms were like cages. The prince with his back to the man was hung in the arms of Grivo.
"Whether underground or official, the entire Longyan City is going crazy for you - I was most annoying these things, and I didn't care about it. As a result, you actually came to your door! Hahahaha..."
Do not.
Do not!
The sin of the prison river instantly surged.
Tyres bites his teeth and wants to break free, only to find that his struggles are in vain: Glyvo relies on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles to hold his arms firmly on his back.
Useless.
Started by Grivo in his arms, he has lost the best position.
Under the imprisonment of the other party, he did not even encounter the JC dagger.
"Guess what, the price of the English Pavilion is willing to give me?"
Grivo's laughter was quite awkward and proud: "Mom, in the afternoon, the dead face smashed a lot of things in my territory, this time he must pay for it!"
Grivo's left arm suddenly forced!
Taylors only felt that his head was leaning back, and there was a moon and a starry sky.
"Of course, it is not necessarily the Palace of the Spirit, this is a mouthful, many people want you," Grivo's hands are getting bigger and bigger, and the laughter from behind his ears is full of excitement: "I Think about it, do you want a thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Hey, will it be a little more?"
Tyres’s face gradually turned red, only to feel that his neck was getting more and more uncomfortable: Grivo’s left arm bent against his neck and could not resist the pressure on Taylor’s trachea.
The strength of the prince even felt that even his back was pressed into Grivo's chest.
This guy……
Why are you so energetic!
The dying prince tried to lift his right leg and stepped down to death!
But the pain at the foot told him that he could barely step on the floor and hit the hardwood of the wheelchair.
Taylors thought sadly, Grivo had no legs.
"Otherwise, the other points are fine, this thing must be cautious..."
The vision of Thales began to blur with the poor breathing.
Soon, the starry sky in front of me really popped up a lot of "Venus" that he could only see.
Do not.
Can't go on like this.
He sucked in a little air, and relied on the rich experience of being repeatedly licked, and closed his breath, no longer moving and consuming physical strength.
Tyres turned red, forcing a few sounds from the trachea, and if the hair was gone: "You...not...the connector..."
"Grivo..."
He was greeted by Grivo’s coquettish laughter:
"Ha ha ha, it turns out that the connector people can make a mistake, it seems that your intelligence is very careless!"
In the double torment of hypoxia and pain, Teres's desperation keeps the final calm.
He has no time to blame Puttier.
"and many more……"
Tyres twisted his face and squeezed a few words in pain:
"Double!"
"I want money, I will give you... double..."
Grivo gave a slight glimpse and then snorted.
"Shut up," the rude man looked unmoved. He chewed his teeth and said coldly: "Don't be a fool..."
But his voice gradually weakened.
At the next moment, Taylors only felt that the pressure on the neck was slightly loose.
A long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.
The sound of the molars came from behind the ear, and the voice of Grivora was ugly, but it was slightly moving: "Hey, fart boy..."
Just listen to this rude man slowly swallowing a sip, whisper:
"Really...double?"
The next chapter is still under repair and will soon be put up.
(End of this chapter)