When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 81
The stronghold next door is not far away;
The distance of three kilometers, even if Nanke and Graves walked, it took about ten minutes.

When they arrived, the person in charge of this stronghold seemed to have just received the news, and was hurriedly beckoning his subordinates to transfer outside the door.

Nan Ke stood at the end of the street, the bright street lights were like the sun, stretching his shadow long, as if putting a cloak on him.

Let him look more in line with Western death culture against the dark background.

"Look, what are they moving?"

Nan Ke under the 'cloak' narrowed his eyes and said.

"The coffin." Graves curled his lips, he rarely wanted to make a joke to brighten up the atmosphere, "Did they already know their end?"

After speaking, he stretched his hand towards the inner pocket of the black windbreaker.

His black windbreaker pocket, like Doraemon's pocket, looks normal, but there seems to be a different-dimensional pocket inside, storing countless cigars.

In the distance, under the slightly dim light, rows of vans parked at the door of a three-story building.

Between the building and the van, dozens of figures looked like ants, trying to move the rectangular wooden box that was several times larger than them.

Nan Ke's eyesight is actually stronger than Graves', so he can see all the people's veins stand out.

This proves that they are trying to keep these wooden boxes stable.

A dead person cannot perceive the stability and instability of a wooden box.

"Not a coffin."

Nan Ke took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

"What's that?" Graves flexed his shoulders and began to adjust his weapon.

"Have you ever heard of a business that needs people"

"Human traffickers?"

"People need to leave a sigh of relief. Before the blood is completely cooled, the organs are removed and used for trading."

Nan Ke's tone gradually became colder.

Graves froze for a moment, then his breathing became rough.

Even in Runeterra, this kind of business actually exists.

Compared with human traffickers and slave traders, the nature of this kind of trading is even worse.

After all, the first two regard people as goods;

And the latter directly treats people as animals!
Only the offal of animals will be placed in the vegetable market for sale;

And a person, no matter how humble he was during his lifetime, should have the right to be treated decently after his death.

Not to mention, the price of these organs on the black market is actually ten times or even dozens of times more expensive than the formal channel.

Driven by such huge interests, the evil of human nature will be completely intensified or even magnified countless times.

Initially, they may target the newly dead or dying;
But when the business is getting bigger and the goods are in short supply, they will naturally choose to expand the scale of production;
And the way is to include people, normal people, and healthy people into your target range!
"There is actually a saying in my hometown." Nan Ke slowly opened his eyes, the purple in his eyes had already been infected with a touch of red, and he kept releasing a strong killing intent, "It's called 'Death is the greatest! '."

"My hometown." Graves shook his head. "My hometown doesn't have these twists and turns. In our place, if you want to kill and set fire, you don't need a reason. You just need to think about it."

"Ha ha."

Nan Ke gently opened his hands, and two long swords emerged in his hands.

"I admit that I like the culture of Runeterra now."

finished;

Nan Ke's figure floated out like a gust of wind, leaving only a sentence in Graves' ear, "I'm in charge of killing, you are in charge of finishing."

"tsk"

Graves spat out the cigar, looked at Nan Ke's figure and complained.

"We agreed to have fun together, and it turned out"

He stopped talking halfway.

Because he saw Nan Ke rushing into the crowd
Nan Ke was not killing people, but inflicting an extremely cruel 'torture' on this group of people.

In the panic, many wooden boxes were knocked over and fell to the ground, revealing the mess inside.
Graves swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the mess in the wooden box, gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted to Nan Ke in front: "Hey, cut it thinner!"

In the city, Nanke has been killed 'in full swing'.

The whole city is as lively as daytime.

But in the suburbs outside the city, the cool autumn night breeze has quietly invaded a certain inch of land.

The wind in the forest did not know when it began to be mixed with a little chill, especially in the open suburbs, the whole temperature seemed to drop another three to five degrees.

Karen, Daredevil's assistant, curled up in the car. The engine of the car broke down not long ago, and it couldn't attack at all. Naturally, the heater couldn't be turned on.

A thin windbreaker was used as a quilt to cover most of her body, but the chill at night seemed to stick directly to her skin through the glass and the windbreaker.

She held the phone in her hand, and it showed that the battery was only 3% left. The roadside assistance she called a few hours ago has not seen anyone yet.

I have to say that the beautiful country is obsessed with human rights and the eight-hour work system. Even if someone is dying and waiting for rescue, you still have to wait for the rescuers to go to work.

And judging from the current level of chaos in the city, even if this group of rescuers wanted to come, they couldn't break through the congested traffic and the police's layers of blockades for questioning.

"call"

Karen exhaled a hot breath, people will inevitably become extra fragile when they are hungry and cold.

Especially in such a remote and dark environment, she felt that her nerves were like a tight steel wire, and any wind and grass nearby would make her heart beat faster.

Finally, she couldn't help but look at the abandoned hospital in the distance.

Compared with the surrounding darkness, the light from the hospital windows is as eye-catching as the sun.

After hesitating for a while, Karen got out of the car and, like a moth, walked towards the only light in the night in the dark.

Sometimes moths rush to the flame, in fact, because they have no 'road' to go.

And out of caution, at the same time as she set off, she used the remaining power of her mobile phone to send a text message with her location to her partner.

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In order to adjust the order, I changed a lot and delayed a little time;
Sorry everyone;

Then ask for support! ! !
(End of this chapter)