Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 46 Camera Corps

Rainwater hit the wooden roof of the shed, and the wood was not soundproof, so the crackling sound easily penetrated into the house.

The man cursed the bad weather irritably, but his hands did not stop moving. With a scan and a pass, the card in front of him was replaced. It was really fast, but unfortunately there was a flaw. A corner of his hand was exposed when he changed the cards.

If two of his fingers had not been chopped off, how could the work have been done so roughly?

A little boy stood under the eaves outside the door, looking inside eagerly, his mouth slightly open, his throat moving, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

The man noticed him, took off his open-toed shoes and threw them at him, "What are you looking at? Get out of here! If you don't get food tonight, you want to get beaten tonight, right?"

The boy ran back into the muddy street in the rain.

At this time, the door of the inner room was pushed open, and three people who could barely afford to wear a complete set of clothes came out wiping their sweat. When they came to the door, they saw that he was still practicing changing cards, sneered twice, and threw down a few copper coins.

The man quickly knelt on the ground and picked it up carefully.

The leader said sarcastically: "Still practicing? If you keep practicing, you won't be able to keep the remaining ones."

After that, the other two burst into the kind of perfunctory laughter that one must laugh at after their leader tells a boring joke, held an umbrella for the leader, and went out into the rain together.

The man was still kneeling on the ground. His fingerless hands could not hold the coins. He could only pick one up and put it in his pocket, then struggle to pick up the next one.

He repeated in a mosquito-like voice: "Sooner or later, I will turn around, sooner or later, I will win all of you..."

Suddenly, the room, which was already dim due to the cloudy day, seemed to become even darker.

The man looked towards the door and saw an orc blocking the light. He was so strong that he had to turn his body sideways to enter.

"You, who are you?" Seeing that the orc didn't say anything, the man guessed that he might have come here because of his reputation, so he quickly called out to the house, "Come out and greet the guests."

The woman came out with disheveled hair, a blank and numb look in her eyes, and a hunched back. Just as she was about to salute, she realized that the person who came was an orc. She waved her hands hastily, "No orcs, no..."

"Snapped!"

The man slapped the woman on the face and said, "There's no such thing as that!"

The orc did not answer, but took out a portrait from his waist bag and compared it.

The man was unsure what the other party was going to do, so he asked tentatively: "Oh, so you are here to buy a child. Look at my eyesight. I have another girl here. I guarantee she will be as beautiful as the last one."

The orc put away the portrait.

The man continued, "No girls, I see. I'm working for the church, that's easy. I have boys too."

Hearing this, the woman suddenly went crazy, "Don't touch him, he is the sacrifice chosen by Lord Mammon and must be offered to Lord Mammon!"

The orc didn't care about their noise. He put the portrait back into his waist bag and pulled out the hunting knife that every orc carried from his belt.

It was just a "small knife" of orc standard, with a blade thirty centimeters long and a cold glow.

The man realized that the person coming was not friendly, so he immediately picked up the scissors on the table, wanted to strike first, and stabbed the orc's heart with both hands.

He only felt the flash of a knife, and the man no longer had to worry about losing his remaining fingers.

Just like a skilled butcher cutting pork, everything from cutting to applying force was so smooth. The whole process took less than two seconds, and a pair of "pig's trotters" were removed intact.

Before he even had time to feel the pain, the orc's big hand grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up.

After reciting the difficult orc language, the struggling man quickly calmed down, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and it was impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

Throw it aside like trash.

The orc looked at the crazy woman and said, "Orcs will not attack enemies who have no ability to resist. You can choose to surrender or pursue the final honor."

A moment later, the wooden shack caught fire and the rain could not extinguish the dancing flames.

This is the power of magic.

"May nature cleanse the evil thoughts of the sinners." The orc priest prayed simply.

"Sacrifice, Battle Axe has found all the children."...

“Not all of them are here yet!” In Drogo’s underground dragon’s lair, Mira’s small body was tense. She insisted on not falling down, but just kept saying: “Not all of them are here yet, but my brother is still here. Not all of them are here yet, but my brother is still here…”

Drogo looked at Tomahawk, who shook his head.

Let Fulin take care of the child first, as he has more important goals now.

"Have you confirmed the identity of the man in purple?" Drogo asked the priest.

"No one showed their faces. That robe was the uniform of an organization. There should be quite a few members there, but they only wear it when they are carrying out activities. If we want to find them, we can only follow them and wait until they are at an event."

Tailing is not a difficult task for orcs, as they are skilled hunters and good at tracking prey.

But the problem is that Drogo doesn't have enough manpower right now.

After all, Twin Towers City is a city-state dominated by humans. Although there are other races living there, their numbers are relatively small. In order to avoid being conspicuous, whether it is orcs, goblins or drow, only elite teams are brought to Twin Towers City. The total number is not large, so it is impossible to carry out surveillance throughout the city.

The undead and murlocs are not allowed to appear in the city at all. Do we have to put cameras all over the streets?
Wait, it seems to be possible.

Drogo suddenly remembered that Yuno had recently been working with the goblins to study how to make the undead camera multifunctional and portable, and able to monitor images in real time. He wondered what the results were now.

But why goblins? How did Yuno, a highly educated person from a serious research institute, get together with goblins?

"Call Yuno."

Soon, Yuno and Ren-82 came to Drogo with several undead cameras.

Ren 82 looked very excited, while Yuno looked like his san value was emptied and he felt like he was being played badly.

He wouldn't be harmed by the goblins, would he?

"Um, Yuno, how's your camera improvement project going?"

"It's OK, it's OK, but it's mainly due to Mr. Ren 82. He proposed the revisions and completed the more difficult parts. I just did some minor auxiliary work."

"If I want to implement video surveillance throughout the Twin Towers City, can I do it?"

"Theoretically yes."

Drogo looked at the undead cameras, and they seemed no different from before.

However, Ren 82 began to tear the camera apart, dividing it into many pieces and introducing them one by one.

"This is a head camera. It has levitation added to it. It can shoot from the sky."

Got it, drone.

"This is a hand-held camera that can be climbed onto the wall."

"This is a lung camera. It's underwater. The depth is controlled by the exhalation..."

"This is a small intestinal camera. It can enter narrow places..."

"Okay, okay, no need for introductions." Drogo felt a little sick watching this, but Yuno was still able to hold on. It can only be said that his mental strength is amazing.

"Anyway, these things can be placed all over the city, right?"

"Okay, add invisibility."

I hope the invisibility spell doesn't fail, Drogo thought. He wasn't worried about any problems with the camera, but he was worried that someone would see it and have a heart attack and die on the spot.

Three days later, in the temporary monitoring room of Shuangta City.

The drow on duty activated the voice transmission rune, "Found the target purple robe, repeat, found the target!"

(End of this chapter)