Extraordinary pedigree

"Let's move on. These things are not what we should be concerned about right now. What we have to do now is to find each other before the vampires in A3 run far away."

Xia Xiu stretched out his hand and pressed the top hat on his head. His eyes fell on the children suffering from [uncanny hoof disease], and his deep golden eyes revealed a different kind of complex emotions.

He just glanced at it, and then urged Zhou Zhou to follow him.

Zhou Zhou looked at the playful and smiling children, then raised his steps to follow the back of the blond young man in front of him.

"Where are we going next?" Zhou Zhi, who was following Xia Xiu's footsteps, asked him.

"Go to the protected area of ​​the A3 hub, where our teammates are staying."

While Xia Xiu was answering Zhou Zhou's questions, he continued to move towards the goal unhurriedly. However, Zhou Zhou didn't seem to be very interested in talking with him, so he didn't say much, but chose to keep up with him honestly.

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A3 hub·protected area.

Within the hub, jurisdictional areas are generally divided according to different classes and types of work. Disputed area divisions will be classified as "XX Streets." These blocks belong to the three no matter areas, that is, the Kingdom of Heaven has no jurisdiction, the regional national government has no jurisdiction, and the hub politics The group has no jurisdiction.

Therefore, the neighborhood is the territory of the gangs, and the vacuum-enclosed area formed by multiple neighborhoods together is the protected area, which is the "feeding ground" where the gangs collect protection fees.

Most of those who settled in the protected area were the subraces who suffered from [Strange Foot Disease] in Youyang, the Gray People who suffered from [Ore Disease] in the Oletin Empire, or those who suffered from [Gear Mechanization] in the Daeva Empire. ] and [time lag disease] refugees, these poor people are the labor force that gangs like to exploit most. They have a contemptuous name in the hub - [pseudo people].

Among Terra's existing extraordinary rules, [pseudohumans] have always been in a vague range. Like the curtain, it is a topic that people don't want to talk about.

In the protected area, [pseudohumans] need to pay high protection fees. Once they cannot afford to pay, they will be forced by gangsters to dig for [thaumaturgy stones] in minerals with high radiation distortion, and digging these will Make [ore disease] worse. It should be noted that the various diseases of [Pseudoman] can be superimposed, and the more they are superimposed, the faster they will die.

The non-lineage ancient forces that exist today are still highly dependent on the [Thumburge Stone] for spellcasting assistance. They do not have the lineage's high-end extraordinary technology that can quickly extract EVE particles in the [Ether Ocean].

And now, a conflict that happens every day is happening in the reserve.

"Have we already paid protection fees before? It's only been three days."

Creighton was trying his best to suppress his anger. His right hand was tightly holding the [magic staff] used to perform thaumaturgy in ancient times. The gray crystals on his face seemed to feel his anger and went crazy. 's flashing.

In front of Creighton, stood a group of gangsters wearing bone protective masks on their faces and holding crudely made [thaumaturgic riot guns] in their hands. They were led by a tall man who was the person responsible for asking for protection money this time. At this time, Kunton was sneering at Creighton and said in a slow tone:

"Dear old Creighton, I know that you [Pseudomen] with crystals on your body are very capable of using thaumaturgy. Basically every Ore Pseudoman has the release ability of [Measurer]. I also know that you A Pseudoman Protection Association was formed.”

“But the neighborhood doesn’t admit it!”

"Hahaha, I know you are angry, but you also think about it from our perspective.

In A3, there are not only the biological research companies of the Edici Federation, the ambassadors of the central regional government, the military spies and businessmen of the Oletin Empire, the churches of the Daeva Empire, etc., but also various ancient Legal power. In this kind of coastal hub, the Kingdom of Heaven will not even dispatch troops to station. After all, when they signed the "One Hub, Two Systems", they promised not to interfere with the development of the hub for five hundred years. "

"Originally, the protection fee you paid was enough, but recently a big shot came to A3. This big shot is the person in charge of [Son of Seth], and [Son of Seth] is one of the Thirteen Clan of the Blood Clan. Industry, this big shot’s skill and strength are indeed qualified. She came to A3 and wanted to cut a piece of meat, and the big guys in other areas couldn’t help it even if they wanted to.”

The more Creighton listened, the more angry he became. At the same time, he also felt deeply desolate. After all, they, poor people, were "food" that could be cut at will on the dinner plates of these big men.

"...How much is it this time?"

Reason finally defeated anger, and a trace of despair flashed across Creighton's vicissitudes of life. He could only succumb to these scum again.

"Three thousand, only three thousand standard-sized high-purity [thaumaturgy stones] can satisfy this adult's appetite." The tall leader stretched out his right hand and slowly spread his fingers towards Creighton.

When Creighton heard this number, he silently calculated the inventory of various types of patients in the reserve in his mind. If he evened out three thousand yuan from it, it would still be enough.

"Okay, if it's three thousand a year..."

"No, no, no, that gentleman doesn't want three thousand a year, but three thousand a month." Quinton replied, wagging his index finger and looking at Creighton playfully.

"Three thousand [thaumaturgy stones] a month!?" Creighton looked at the tall leader in disbelief.

"That's crazy!"

"Other groups don't dare to charge three thousand a month. How dare this new vampire..."

Just when Creighton became angry again, Quinton interrupted him again.

"Old Creighton, be careful with your words and deeds. You have to call her a blood descendant. The reason why you charge such a high protection fee is because you people cannot become blood animals and provide long-term flesh and blood support for her, so this An adult planned to increase the amount of protection fees to make up for his losses.

This does sound a bit weird. Why can't your Excellency increase the collection of protection fees by collecting blood animals?

This is of course because she comes from the [Camera Alliance]. In the [Camera Alliance Control Agreement] between the thirteen clans and other hubs, if the area where they are located cannot collect blood animals, then the area must provide them with other Resources make up for this. Of course, not all regions have signed this agreement. After all, this agreement is indeed somewhat overbearing. Unfortunately, A3 happened to have signed an agreement with the [Secret Alliance]. "

Quinton's slow words fell on Creighton's ears, like a drop of hot oil falling on a blazing fire. At this time, Creighton's right hand holding the [Spell Staff] had veins bulging, and his eyes were filled with anger. It looks like a terrifying beast that wants to devour anyone.

When the nearby gang members saw Creighton in this state, they all raised their [Thumbac Riot Guns] to aim at each other. As long as Creighton dared to make any move, the surrounding gang members would immediately shoot him. Pull the trigger and Creighton will be immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.

At this moment, the situation became explosive.

Quinton tightened his grip on the [Thumbac Riot Gun], which was much more sophisticated than other gang members. To be honest, when he received the collection order from above, he was also attracted by this new big shot. He was frightened, and he expected that he would encounter resistance to such a charge.

However, resistance in protected areas often occurs, and such resistance often leads to more bloody suppression.

[Hub] Different from abnormal community groups that exist on the surface, abnormal community groups are essentially different from hubs.

Abnormal community groups are the contradiction between the abnormal lineage and the normal lineage, and no force dares to take responsibility for the bloody incidents caused by these contradictions, such as the "Bloodshed Incident in Bodhi Tree Street".

The [Hub] is different. As long as it belongs to the [Hub], no matter how drastic the method is, as long as it does not affect the present world, other forces, including the Kingdom of Heaven, will not interfere.

"Old Creighton, resistance will only lead to death, and more resistance will only lead to more death."

"A single spark cannot start a prairie fire."

Quinton described the cruel reality in an extremely cold tone. In the extraordinary world where great power belongs to individuals, a single spark cannot start a prairie fire.

Creighton slowly moved the EVE particles in his body towards the [Magic Staff], and gray crystals squirmed on his surface like parasites. Those gray ore crystals stung his nerves under the skin, causing him pain. It was almost unbearable, and his nails were gradually replaced by this mysterious mineral substance, becoming as hard as steel, and could even scratch hard objects.

"Death is not an excuse for you to exploit us wantonly——"

Creighton was not going to swallow his anger, even if it would lead to death, even if it would cause more infected people to die.

He comes from the Oletin Empire in the Far East. He is a stowaway. Natural disasters in the Far East are too frequent. Gray people like him who cannot live in the [Mobile City] with heavenly beings are just part of the thousands of suffering people. , so he chose to smuggle into Youyang, into this alliance country protected by a curtain.

He once saw one of the "Thirteen Heroes" of the Knights of Heaven stationed at the junction of Oletin and Youyang from a distance. He was an amiable person, and that "hero" did not discriminate against them. The Gray People, on the contrary, often assist them. They are not monsters in human appearance as described in the imperial textbooks.

He also smuggled himself to the first country, France, where he participated in a strike. Together with the strikers, he held banners and cursed the incompetence of the regional government. At first, he did this out of curiosity and fun, but as time went by, The more he learned about it later, the more he was influenced by the people there.

The more he experienced, the more he understood that sometimes, even in the face of a certain death situation, you can't back down. If you take a step back and want to stand and speak again, you need to pay a hundred times more than before. , a thousand times the price.

If you retreat, you must kneel, and kneeling means that the other party can get whatever you want.

"It seems that you have chosen a result that neither party will be too satisfied with."

A cold light flashed through Quinton's gloomy eyes behind his mask. He directly raised the [Thumbac Riot Gun] in his hand, and then pulled the trigger. Other gang members followed suit. On the other side, Creighton's thaumaturgy was also brewing, and a huge fireball blasted directly in the direction of Quinton.

Boom——

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The explosion of fireballs and the sound of machine gun fire sounded simultaneously in the narrow tin alley.

"Cough cough cough——"

Quinton activated the protective shield that came with the protective suit and slowly stood up from the thick smoke. The other gangsters standing with him were directly blown into charred corpses. This kind of suit with its own protective shield Only the middle and upper-level members of the gang like him have it, and the other minions will die when they die.

Quinton glanced at the display bar of the protective shield with a damage rate of 78% in distress. When he raised his head and looked forward with uncertain eyes, the pupils behind the mask couldn't help but shrink violently.

In front, Creighton, who should have been shot to death, was standing peacefully. In front of Creighton, a huge circular mirror appeared. The attack just now was caused by this mirror. It was shot back, and at this time, there was a demihuman standing under the mirror.

The other person was short in stature, about the height of an ordinary ten-year-old child. He was a little boy. His hair was midnight black, messy and curly, messy and lively, shimmering slightly in the sun.

A pair of fox ears poked out from the messy hair, and the tips of the ears shone with a pale golden light, as if catching the starlight.

The young gentleman was wearing modern-style clothes, a loose khaki sweatshirt and a pair of dark blue denim shorts, which exposed his fair calves. On his feet was a pair of simple canvas shoes and a pair of white The fox tail poked out from the back of the sweater, swaying gently with his movements.

"You bastards of underground skeletons, your mother didn't tell you that when you are a guest at someone else's house, you have to curl up and be quiet. Don't you have a mother?" Turs Colbert looked at it with the eyes of garbage. Quinton ahead.

The young shota immediately broke his cute image as soon as he opened his mouth. Facing the shota’s question, Quinton could only answer with a dry smile:

"It turns out to be Mr. [Man in the Mirror], please understand us. We are just following the orders from above. We are just workers. Everyone has to eat..."

"You embezzled the balance of protection fees from four streets behind the back of your immediate boss. You bought three luxury homes in the Oslo area in this world. Each of these luxury homes has a mistress. Your favorite posture is to be a woman. ········”

"I'll take the others and evacuate here now!!!" Quinton interrupted Turs with a sharp voice.

Quinton had heard the rumors about the "Man in the Mirror" before. He was called the patron saint of the protected area. According to the rumors, he was a "Master" who had a strange disease and his ability was to read people's hearts. , he provoked many gang fights and always guarded the reserve.

Quinton knew today that the rumors were not false. The reason why he left so simply was because he knew that if he stayed here, everyone would die, and he would become a victim of the struggle between the Man in the Mirror and the big shot of the Vampire Clan, so He decisively chose to retreat.

As for the mission, he has already given the notice, and what happens next is beyond his control.

Soon, Quinton left here in embarrassment with his surviving men, while Tours on the side stared at them coldly. It wasn't until they left that he withdrew his cold light and turned to his concerned eyes. Looking towards Creighton.

"Creighton, how are you?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm fine. Releasing a thaumaturgy will not aggravate the invasion of the virus. I am already a terminal patient. If you hadn't been providing special medicine, I would have died a long time ago." Creighton replied with a cough. .

"You go and have a good rest first. I will have a good talk with the new vampire about the tax increase." Turs patted Creighton on the back and said to him softly.

"Ahem, Turs, what you should worry about is actually yourself."

Old Creighton didn't pay attention to Tours' words. Instead, he looked up and down at the handsome old man in front of him.

"In the past, you were the same age as me; but now, you have become like a child."

"Your ability does not come without any price. I am really afraid that one day you will become a babbling baby."

Turs was silent for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at Creighton and replied.

"Stop caring about me, you half-buried old guy. I have always maintained my youth, and many people can't envy me. You'd better take more care of yourself. Don't one day become so osteoporotic that you can't stand up."

"Harm~"

Seeing that Tours deliberately changed the subject, Creighton said nothing more.