Under the neon lights on a rainy night, aerial advertising robots were selling their owners' products to passers-by, and aerial vehicles whizzed past on the streets.

In the alleys on the ground floor of the steel jungle composed of huge man-made buildings, young children looked at the advertisements on the huge billboards. The delicious venison on them seemed to spill out of the screen, while the children's stomachs were growling.

Call.

The clothes on his body looked very dirty. In a corner that could protect him from the wind and rain, the child looked at the plastic album in his hand. On it, there was a daily scene of a father and his child laughing.

Wiping away the dust on the photo album with his hands, the child solemnly put it into his satchel.

·The following is the midnight news at 24 o'clock...

In the distant window, on the huge floor-standing TV, the host well-known to this city is smiling.

The child walked into the rain without hesitation. The child who appeared under the light had big animal ears on both ends of his head and a big tail behind him.

He walked through the deserted streets, climbed over the separation fence in the middle of the road, jumped over the waterlogged road, trotted to the trash can, opened the lid, looked at the fully packaged bread bag inside, and stretched out his hand.

In this good era, people no longer worry about the source of food. It is obviously the food of the day, but because the taste has changed and the appearance is not good, the bread that cannot be sold in time is thrown away.

The child often waits in the alley opposite, waiting for the store manager or clerk to throw the bread that needs to be disposed of into the trash can. This is his survival rule living in the steel jungle.

Stuffing his shoulder bag, he took two of his favorite meat floss buns, went to the side without rain, and tore off the packaging. The child wolfed down the dry and hard bread until a light illuminated him.

Unable to see clearly who was coming, he held a worn-out satchel filled with bread, thinking that the manager of a nearby bakery was coming to chase his child away, and turned around and ran towards the dark alley.

With the blood of a leopard man, this child had eyes that could see through the darkness. He ran through the gray alleys, jumped over the waterlogged areas, put his backpack on his back, rounded the corner, jumped up and ran away on the wall.

After a few steps, he jumped over the pile of debris.

Speeding up, there is light behind you, and there are also angry curses for being tripped.

When the child ran around the corner, he turned around and glanced behind him. The light was a little far away, but it still allowed him to see the target clearly - someone was helping his companion up, and the latter pointed here, as if he still stubbornly chose to pursue him.

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The young beastman quickened his pace. When he was running around the corner, his feet suddenly slipped. He was tripped by something unknown and should not be here, and he rolled twice on the ground.

His head hit the wall, causing pain and confusion. The child struggled to get up and stuffed the bread scattered on the floor back into his bag when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him.

The child, whose vision was still a little blurry because he fell on his head, just raised his head and saw a human figure standing at the other end of the alley.

·I found you, Mars.

The chuckle from this human figure was directly transmitted into the child's mind, and the whisper from the psychic energy made the child fall into an ice cave. He looked behind him and appeared around the corner. The duo did not seem to notice the human figure in the dark.

One person pointed the flashlight in his hand at the child.

"You can really run away, kid. How old are you? Have you studied? Do you have a place to live... Damn it."

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the child whose vision was recovering also noticed the situation around him - he saw corpses falling one after another in this section of the alley, and the rain from the sky filled with bloody water entrenched in this section of the alley.

With.

·Excessive people are annoying.

"Run!" The young children warned the duo, but the next second, one of them who was taking out his mobile phone was shot and fell. The other turned around and wanted to escape, but a purple lightsaber passed through

The rain nailed him to the wall.

"You can't even protect yourself, but you still want to help others. You are indeed the child of a sinking fish. Even if death is imminent, you still want to protect the innocent like that damn old man of yours."

At the other end, a light lit up, and a human who looked like the Bod tribe stood there - there were upward wings on both sides of his head.

The young child ran towards the lightsaber, and before he could grab the hilt, the lightsaber flew back to his master's hand.

"I didn't expect that you actually awakened your spiritual power during the escape. It's really interesting. Maybe in time, you will become a master. It's a pity that you met me. You know, someone wants you to shut up forever." This.

The man walked towards the young child, his scarlet electronic eyes flashing: "This customer of mine paid a total of two million Thai South currency. With this money, I can return to the Western Continent and buy something on the outskirts of Carter Castle."

I live the life of a master in a manor, and I don’t have to let blood stain my hands anymore... I’m sorry, kid, happiness is more important to me than your life.”

As he walked, he raised the lightsaber in his hand.

The young child put his hand into his satchel.

"Do you still have a weapon? Let me think about it. Is it a gun? Can your hands hold it?" A smile appeared on the man's face, but the next second, his curiosity solidified on his face. The gun from the corner

The attack forced him to turn sideways and use the lightsaber in his hand to block the incoming lightsaber.

While blocking the blow and pushing away the incoming lightsaber, the man heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the primer - this was the last moment of his life.

The child standing in the rain held a small pistol in both hands and fired all the bullets at the man who fell on the ground. Then he pointed the pistol with an empty chamber at the corner where the fire was lit.

"Didn't your father tell you what short positions mean?"

Under the firelight, the child saw a man holding a lighter in his hand and a child hiding beside him.

He took two steps back because he saw that the man also had a gun in his hand.

"I am your benefactor. Besides, I didn't point this thing at you." As he said this, the man coughed twice.

The child was silent for a while, and finally put down the gun in his hand - after reloading a magazine.

"Suspiciousness is the way to survive. You are great, kid." The man said this, covering his chest and cursing. As he got closer, the child also saw the man clearly - his body was covered with injuries, and his left leg was even more injured.

It was twisted at a weird angle, and there were several open wounds made by sharp blades on his body.

The child took another look at the alley and saw more than twenty corpses lying strewn about.

"I thought this place was very quiet, suitable for me to spend the last days of my life, or maybe my companions would follow the marks I left and find this place to save my life..." Although this man was covered with injuries, he looked at it

He couldn't die for a while: "I didn't expect that I would see such a big show."

"...Thank you." The young child finally squatted down: "But I can't help you, sir."

"I'm almost dead, and you can't help me..." The man was silent for a moment. In the midnight rain, the white mist he exhaled was a bit rapid, just like the blood stains spreading along his legs: "

By the way, maybe there is something you can help me with."

At this point, the man looked at the nervous child and took out a key card from his pocket: "This is the key card for my safe house in District 9. Where are you taking my goddaughter? My companion

They will come to you, and when the time comes, you will hand over my goddaughter to them, and that safe house will be yours."

The child squatting in the rain and blood shook his head: "Sir, I'm just a child... To get to District 9 from here, you have to cross Districts 11 and 10. Do you think I can get there with her?"

"Why not, your enemy...ah, I understand, Dead Eye Group, the only people you can offend in Districts 11 and 10 are these mad dogs, but how do you get a bounty of two million?" The man said.

He said while taking out the cigarette case from his pocket with one hand.

"...You should also have heard that they said that my father is a bottom fish." The child replied after thinking for a while.

"I see, since your father is a bottom fish, why don't you go to the police?" The man asked with a smile, and then he suddenly patted his head: "Yes, your father is a bottom fish, they are

How do you know? Your father would not be stupid enough to report his family status, and you don’t want to go to the police. The only fact is... they have it, right?"

The child smiled bitterly and nodded.

"I am one of you... Boy, come on, let me help you one last time." The man pointed to his lightsaber: "Pick up my lightsaber and open the button on the tail. There is a small signal transmitter inside.

Device, use your spiritual energy to activate it, it will broadcast my last words on all channels, and then, a friend I met back then will come to me as soon as possible. He will definitely come faster than anyone else. Don’t worry, he is

Good guy, you can leave on your own, but no matter what, you have to watch him take this child away."

Mars walked into the rain, picked up the lightsaber from the ground, and activated the signal transmitter as the man said. Then he returned to the man and handed him the lightsaber hilt.

"This thing is no longer useful to me... I'll give it to you." At this point, the man thrust the key card into the hand of the girl next to him.

"...Thank you." The child said as he took out the signal transmitter and threw it away, then put the button back.

The man smiled and held the gun on his lap upside down and handed it to the child.

"I do." The child shook his head.

"I know, but my mentor told me that becoming a psychic apprentice requires talent, but holding the sword to protect yourself and others only requires..." Before he could finish, the expression on the man's face froze.

The bright world lit by lighters was once again swallowed up by darkness.

The child looked at the smile on the man's face, and finally reached out and pulled out the pistol from the man's hand, made sure that its safety was closed, and then stuffed it into his shoulder bag.

Then, he picked up the signal generator and handed his free hand to the child who looked younger than him.

"My name is Mars, and you, what's your name?" he asked.

"...Xiao Chun." The child raised his head, his face covered with blood showed a perseverance that was not inferior to that of his peers.

"Let's get out of here," the child said.

"Aren't you going alone?" she asked curiously. The girl with a pair of pointed ears unique to elves in Mars' field of vision was confused.

"...He saved my life. I don't want to owe my benefactor any favors." The child turned around at this point.

He and she saw the lights in the distance of the alley, and saw a group of police entering the scene with guns raised, and above their heads, two aerial gunboats belonging to the police were lowering.

Finally, an old man with white hair came to the two of them. He squatted in front of the man, stretched out his hand to rub his drooped head, and then looked at the two children.

"Can I still leave?" he asked.

He nodded with her.

"Follow me." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the floating gunboat that had descended to the surface. The sign of the Mobile Police North Headquarters on the hull was large and conspicuous.

Looking at the hatch being opened, the child finally pulled up his peers.

"Don't be afraid, we are saved." He smiled and stroked the wooden wrench on his thumb.
Chapter completed!