our family is gone

Chapter 181 Hope and Redemption

"what's up?"

The leader exclaimed, he had already picked up the hand ax that was set aside, and at the same time drew out the musket at his waist with the other hand.

Together with the younger brother, he directly copied the guy and rushed out.

Gang fights here are as common as eating, so they all have enough vigilance.

Just as soon as I went out, I saw a bloody scene. Two masked men were carrying out a brutal massacre of their gang members, and all the gang members lying on the ground were left behind.

"Damn it!" The leader shouted violently and immediately raised his gun to shoot.

Disma had just slit a guy's throat, but he didn't panic in the face of the rushing leader, and even took the initiative to meet him.

Stab!

The distance between a step and the enemy shortened instantly, and the short sword in his hand swung out and cut on the wrist, interrupting the enemy's movements.

"what!"

The leader didn't expect the difference in strength to be so big, but the tesuna was cut off as soon as he got close, and the musket in his hand fell uncontrollably and let out a cry of pain.

But he was also a ruthless person, ignoring the pain in his hand, slashing furiously with a hatchet in the other hand, fierceness and madness occupied his face.

Disma is also a master of close combat. If there were no restrictions, then his pistol would have reached in front of the enemy and shot to end the battle.

But this one obviously has some status, and it is still useful to stay, so Disma didn't move his gun, but just fought with a short sword, and cut his finger with a sword in a few strokes, letting the ax fall.

"You should be glad that this sword is not on your neck~" Diss immediately went to a few heavy punches to control the screaming leader.

On the other side, Lance also slowly put down the weapon in his hand, and all the younger brothers who rushed towards him fell to the ground.

In other words, there were only two people left standing on the scene.

A very important point of Totnes' richness and openness is that these people, no matter the leader or the younger brother, almost have a musket.

Lance leaned over and picked up the firearms on the boys' bodies for inspection, and found that they were all loaded with ammunition, and they could be fired directly with just a click of the hammer.

"The guns of these guys are loaded in advance, aren't they afraid of going off?"

Fortunately, it was a sneak attack and the attack was quick, otherwise the master would become a hornet's nest.

"Take him in for questioning, and I'll search to see if there is anyone else."

Lance ordered, and Disma dragged the man into the room, and he quickly sacrificed the corpse, and then began to search the den
This is just a small gang, and there are only a dozen or so people in this den, and the street they see outside is estimated to be about thirty or fifty.

And this kind of gang is as numerous as ants in the outer city, but they also have their own connections and their own business in order to survive here.

Lance pushed open a door, and it was dark inside, only faint sobs and flustered breathing could be heard.

Expand [Spiritual Vision] to observe.

Because the picture in front of him was simplified, some traces that were not easy to be found became more obvious. At the same time, the boundary between day and night became blurred in his eyes, which was equivalent to wearing a night vision device.

Many human figures appeared in front of them, and they were huddled together, trapped in this dark and dirty small room.

Not everyone was so lucky to be discovered by him like Joan of Arc's mother and daughter. The women and children here are just "cargo" that those guys brought here and waited to be sold.

Human trafficking, this is their main business, and of course the business and protection fees on this street.

Lance didn't speak, and closed the door behind his back.

Tonight's action is risky, so I can't show my face. I will take over later and throw it into the camp. Pull it back to Hamlet and it's over.

Turning his head back, Lance smiled at the leader who had lost too much blood and was dying.

"Have you asked?"

"Coincidentally~" Disma looked a little strange, "The grain merchant is behind them."

Following the narration, Lance also knew that his previous arrangement did not cut off the greed of the grain merchants, but they used to use the simplest method to drive the controlled gangs to put pressure on the merchant groups.

But this gang leader is also a suspicious and cautious person. The people sent before were in the hands of Disma, so he didn't dare to go directly. Instead, he kept arranging people to observe the station and also noticed the camp outside the city.

Just like they attached to the grain merchants, some refugee gangs also attached to him, helping him to rob the refugees, and simply driving those gangsters to attack the camp, and muddying the water was regarded as fulfilling the order from above.

It's just a pity that it failed, but before he had any more reactions, he came to him.

But now he doesn't matter at all.

Lance waved his hand, and it was self-evident what he meant.

"My lord, do you really want to deal with it?" Desma asked for instructions, "We may be able to arrange people to control this place."

"Don't forget what our mission is."

Lance knew that Disma meant to control the leader and then control the gang's territory, but the investment risk was too high in this fiercely competitive environment, and it might be annexed tomorrow.

And continuous investment will definitely attract the attention of the local gangs. Lance is not afraid of those guys, but the people standing behind them.

His basic business is not here, and there are enough business groups to collect basic information. The investment and income of distracted management here are not proportional. If you have money, you might as well go back and develop Hamlet.

Ended with a sword, Disma never disobeyed the orders of the lord.

"Tomorrow, I don't know who will live here~" Lance looked at this crude but full of historical traces and sighed.

But in fact, he had already launched [Spiritual Vision] to search the room, and quickly dug out all the boss's family fortune.

He didn't expect this harvest. A small gang leader actually had a deposit of hundreds of gold coins. It seems that the name of the city of wealth in Totnes is not fake.

"How can a grain merchant get involved with a gang of human trafficking?"

Lance complained, and Disma also took the words.

"I followed him for a few days. This guy's business is not as simple as food."

"It's just that he was just a small businessman in Totnes." Lance added, and he also had a general understanding of the other party's level from Tiffany's mouth.

The size of the Walter Merchant Group can't find too powerful a channel, and the ones who are paired with him are just like that. If it is really a big guy, he would not dare to choose it as a target.

This is not to bully the weak and fear the hard, but to be a hero who knows the current affairs.

"Let's go, we have something to do tonight." Lance threw all the things into the showroom. This little money can no longer give him much sense of gain.

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Although the central city and the outer city are separated by a city wall, there is actually no restriction on entry and exit, even at night, and it is directly and completely open for commercial circulation.

But Uptown is different. The city gates are closed, and only those who are qualified can enter. Many locals in Totnes never know how Uptown is like in their entire lives.

It is even more difficult to live in it. Even the captain Barton is not qualified to live in the upper city. How can these small businessmen be qualified?
However, there are also corresponding residential areas for the rich in the central city area. It is possible to own a single house here, which is paid for by millions of gold coins.

In the middle of the night, the two of them put on their outfits and came to a residential area in Midtown.

To be rich is to have privileges, not to mention this city where money is the most important thing. The security environment here is not so good. There are candles on the streets, and there are frequent patrols by security officers at night and during the day. As soon as there was any movement, the sheriff came immediately.

It is too difficult to commit a crime here, and you must be prepared to fail.

But it is still difficult to stop some bold guys~
"I have figured out the rules of their patrols. After a while, the two teams in charge of this area will be staggered. There will be a gap of about 5 minutes. We can bypass it from here..."

Darkness is the best shelter, and Disma is worthy of being a professional, and easily led Lance into the grain merchant's house.

In fact, it's not a mansion, it's just a one- or two-story detached house, without even a front and back garden, and the area is not even comparable to that of Mayor Hamlet's house.

Lance pried open the window, hung the censer that lit the incense, and within a short while completely controlled the people in the house.

Entering inside, Lance directly lit the candlestick and dangled in it, looking for the place where the money might be hidden.

Until entering the bedroom, watching the person on the bed Lance subconsciously change the dagger in his hand, but at this moment Disma reminded him in a low voice.

"Adult~ It's a child..."

Lance raised the candlestick and moved forward, only to see a two or three-year-old child sleeping peacefully on the bed.

"For the big plan, all sacrifices are worth it. Have you forgotten those people who were trafficked by them? These people are not good people~"

Lance doesn't have any psychological pressure. Since you enjoy it, you have to pay corresponding responsibilities.

Adults and children are just a mass of spirituality in his eyes.

However, although Disma didn't say it clearly, he could still see that this guy was unwilling to do anything to the child, and the pressure showed a dignified look on his face.

At this moment Lance seemed to realize something.

What are you doing?
"Okay." Lance said nothing, put away the dagger, "We only want money."

Disma's pressure was relieved, his expression was no longer entangled, and he began to search the secret compartment.

There are banks in Totnes, but most people are still used to keeping money at home. The reason is very simple, because the system is not perfect, anti-counterfeiting technical problems, and circulation problems.

First of all, businessmen who travel to and from all over the world here, they don't recognize your bank, because they can't get money from them.

Even in the empire, because there is no efficient information interaction technology, there is no way to easily exchange it outside Totnes.

Only gold coins are recognized as equivalents in the world.

Under the action of Mixiang, it was taken down without any accident.

Sure enough, he is a wealthy businessman. The fucking Walter only saved 30 gold coins. In this guy's secret room, there are close to [-] in cash, as well as the antiques and works of art. In conversion, it is no less than [-] to [-] .

This harvest made Lance short of breath, and the consumption of this trip was finally filled.

"Look for a few more, and there will be no such opportunities in the future."

Lance knew that after tomorrow, everyone would strengthen their protection and even deposit it in the bank.

Just don't do it and keep doing it, and make a big fortune if you want to!
At the same time, because the person is not dead, then only his accident will definitely cause clues to investigate himself, and the water must be muddied.

Disma naturally doesn't care, everything is for the big plan.

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"Take it, don't let the chick touch it all."

Lance threw a money bag to Disma, and laughed and joked.

Disma could only smile awkwardly, took the money and slipped away.

We all know where he went.

Lance frowned slowly as he watched Disma leaving gracefully.

That scene just now... what was he doing?
According to the past, I would not have such a big murderous intention, or for a child who has no consciousness at all...

Lance turned around and wandered on the street like this, his thoughts seemed to return to the moment when the old road was running.

The old road was attacked, the town was recovered, the bandits were exterminated, and the cult's conspiracy was thwarted... He just realized it, but so many things happened in just one month.

He was forced to move forward under tremendous pressure. In order to survive in this world, he abandoned too many things. Whether it was the previous life or the present life, the kind Lance had long since died on the old road, and the ability to control his body and will It was the despair that was powerful enough to suffocate.

It's just that in this despair, his will was not destroyed and fell into torture, but he didn't find virtue, but entered a deformed state.

In the face of the pressure that ordinary people have long gone mad, he retained his rationality, and broke out unprecedented action power to directly save the small town that was on the verge of collapse.

But at what cost?

He was forced to abandon his humanity, without ego, and the only logical thinking in his mind was to kill the ancestor. He was like a machine and only made the optimal solution to complete the calculation.

He knew better than anyone else that when he looked at the [-] refugees, he wanted to find an excuse to hunt them down and sacrifice them more than once.

He has already done this once, killing hundreds of refugees in the name of trial outside the city of Owendor. Although they may be guilty, they will not die at all.

Why do I have such a strong desire to kill?
Because in his eyes, people are no longer human beings, regardless of men, women, old and young. They are just simple sacrifices and a stepping stone for him to gain strength.

He has no sense of security in this world, only the ever-increasing strength can give him a moment of comfort.

But unexpectedly, it was the robber Disma who taught him a lesson.

They are people.

And he is also a human being, not that stupid old ancestor.

He was not alone in this journey. During the process, Disma, Leonard, Barristan... those townspeople, those refugees, they were all united by their side, for what?
An empty savior story?
Don't be kidding, these people are all guys who are struggling in the cruel reality, so how can they blindly believe in the stories he made up casually?

What really moved them was the fact that Lance had been moving in this direction.

They see the hope of redemption in this lonely hero who bears the world on his back.

What those ordinary people see in the lord is the hope of life.

It turns out that I am hope.

Lance suddenly smiled wryly, and he gave them hope, but why didn't they give him hope?
We will all be redeemed in the end...

(End of this chapter)