My name is Ren

Chapter 163 Chapter [-] Handheld Machine There is a holy place in everyone's heart, keep all filthy things away from here
A ranger stepped on a branch and hid in the dense branches and leaves of the tree. He pushed aside a small leaf in front of him and looked at the camp.A few carriages came to the camp, some weapons and leather armor were thrown on the ground, and they were quickly piled up again.There were some unfamiliar faces in the camp, but he didn't pay attention to them. It was obvious that these people came with the supplies.The big boss has not come out to catch slaves in person, but is enjoying life in other places, sending some newcomers to give things from time to time to replenish some combat power.

His eyes kept scanning back and forth, and Heiman didn't have any problems.These days, the captivity of one or two bites of food per meal made Heiman not even have much strength to open his eyes, and he fell to the ground in a mess, leaving only the time to breathe.

But he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.He saw another captain's assistant, standing in the camp and directing the others to move the weapons and leather armor into the temporary warehouse. Although he hesitated, he finally relaxed.After all, there are acquaintances, and it seems that there is really nothing wrong with this camp.He let go of the branches and leaves in front of him, and the dense canopy once again completely concealed him.

He jumped back and forth on the canopy nimbly, thanks to the well-preserved jungle, the dense vegetation and the plants scrambling for sunlight make the canopy almost intertwined.

After he went back, he immediately told the captain everything he saw.

"You mean, there is no problem? Did you see that kid Bailey directing the work?" Bailey is another captain's assistant, responsible for writing and logistics, which requires people who can read and write and can keep accounts.People like Bailey have little force, but they play a great role in the team and are an indispensable part.He nodded, "Since Bailey is still there, I may have guessed wrong. Let the brothers continue on their way and try to return to the camp before dinner."

The time on the road is always dragged by thinking for a long time, because I feel tired, so every second is extraordinarily long.The sky is getting darker and darker, and the light in the dense forest is getting dimmer.The canopy that blocks the sky and the sun blocks too much light, the sky outside the canopy is only a little dim and it is too early to be dark, but it is almost completely dark under the canopy.One by one torches were lit, and the slave catchers swung their whips and beat the passive Heiman, punching and kicking, forcing them to speed up.Thinking of returning to a safe place soon, these men who have been away for seven or eight days are extremely impatient.

During these days of slave hunting, they were not allowed to eat hot food, take a bath, or even change their clothes.Although the climate in the dense forest is pleasant, only 21 degrees, but when you really exercise, you will secrete a lot of sweat every day.In this dark home court, any seemingly inadvertent behavior may have extremely bad effects.For example, if you light a fire, you can see it from a distance, and you will naturally avoid it.For example, when taking a bath, the beast-like Heiman can taste the slightest change in the taste of the stream.

Well now, finally at "home"!

Seeing walking out of the dense forest, the captain suddenly frowned.He smelled a strong aroma of wine and a faint fishy-sweet smell. He looked up and saw a few black owls hovering in the dark sky, which made his suspicious nerves tense again.It's normal to drink alcohol, but the wafting smell of alcohol is too strong, as if it's covering up something.

While he was hesitating, Bailey walked to the side of the fence and looked over, "Is it the captain? Haha, you are finally back. Our boss said that if you don't come back, we will go find you!"

The captain responded absently, "I encountered some trouble when attacking the Heiman tribe, so I was delayed." He looked at Bailey suspiciously, "Why is this wine so strong?" He stared at Bailey closely. Bailey's expression, he is in the dark, Bailey is by the fire, one is in the dark and the other is in the light.The moment Bailey smiled stiffly, his pupils shrank sharply.

"When carrying the goods, a little guy accidentally knocked over two barrels of wine." At this moment of deciding his life and death, he reacted very quickly and made up a lie.

The captain's face became more and more gloomy in the dark night. He stopped and waved to Bailey, "Come here, this time I found something from the Heiman's tribe. I don't know what it is useful for. Come and help me." I'll see."

Bailey's face froze again, "Captain, your place is really too dark, why don't you come to the fire so I can see clearly."

In the tent, Ren was sitting on a large soft chair, his fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically, his expression calm.He listened to all the conversations outside. At this time, the rhythm of his fingers falling was half a beat faster, he shook his head noncommittally, and suddenly stood up.At this time, Renn had already cultivated an aura of calmness and authority, and there was no change in his expression. Just standing there, a monstrous aura came over the sky, and even alarmed a few people in the nearby stables. several war horses.

The curtain of the camp tent was lifted, and Bailey and the captain's eyes were attracted by the dynamic change, and they looked over at the same time.Bailey's face turned pale because Ren came out, and he didn't complete the plan, who knows if that pervert will trouble him.And the captain's face darkened by three points. Sure enough, there was a problem. He then just looked over and carefully distinguished Ren's appearance, his face became more ferocious.If nothing else, this person is Ren!
In the midst of anger, there is still fear. After all, Rennes' reputation is too great. For the past six months, every time he heard news about Rennes, it was almost accompanied by killing and death.Whether it is a big man or a small man, when encountering a person like Ren, they are all clean with a single knife.

Ren glanced at Bailey, "Idiot, you don't even know if you've been spotted." He looked at the team at the edge of the jungle again, waved his hand violently, and said "kill" in a fierce manner!

Three to five hundred rockets shot into the forest in an instant, lighting up the dense forest as clearly as daylight.Before the inexplicable panic on those people's faces could be released, another two rounds of arrows rained down.The Black Armored Army who had been hiding around for a long time showed up one after another and surrounded the group of people.

The killing lasted less than 10 minutes, and the last intermittent howl disappeared completely amidst the sound of tearing cloth, and the entire dense forest regained its tranquility.

The actors in the camp changed into black armor one after another, and the entire camp became clean and tidy, and the torches lit up half of the sky.The captain, who was dying and still half breathing, was dragged over. During the battle, half of his arm was cut off, and several holes were poked out in his leg.If he hadn't brought the chaplain with him this time, he might have died due to excessive blood loss.

"Who is buying these slaves and what is their background?"

The captain raised his head, but without making a sound, he lowered his head again.

Ren crossed his fingers together, and he pursed his lips, "I like men who are persistent. When a man comes to this world, he must have a little persistence in his life, otherwise why should he be called a man? I just don't know, does your family know you? Would you rather die for someone who has nothing to do with you than live for them?" Ren's speech was not fast, and after a battle, many people's brains became muddled, and the sensory stimulation brought by the killing was tense. Tighten their nerves, and once they relax, they will become stupid.

The captain's eyes slowly revealed struggles. These years of slave hunting had already made him cold-blooded and numb, and his lives disappeared in his hands. The number of black men he killed in these years was at least seven or eight thousand.His soul has turned gray, and the only place where he can feel warm and alone is home.At home, he seemed to be alive again. He never talked about slave hunting with his wife and children, and he never even told his relatives what he was doing.

What he told the outside world was that he served as a guard for businessmen, so he often had to run around with the businessmen and was away from home for a long time.Everyone believed in his statement and was sincerely envious.

It's a decent job, except it's a little dangerous.

He has two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is nine years old and the girl is five.The boy looks like his mother, and the girl looks like him.Sometimes he would hold his daughter tenderly, thinking about what kind of father-in-law he would be in the future, what kind of son-in-law he would have, and what kind of life he would have.

if everything goes well.

He raised his head again and took a deep look at Ren, knowing that it would not go so smoothly.

Aware of the intense inner struggle of the captain, Ren slowed down his tone, "You know, I am a very reasonable person. I don't mind giving anyone a chance, but only if you meet my requirements. I am not He's a bad guy, and he's not a villain, so don't force me to do things that make me hate myself." He squatted halfway, reached out and grabbed the captain's hair and pulled it one after another. The captain suddenly raised his head, showing the slightest pain. expression.The two looked at each other, the distance between them was less than [-] centimeters, Ren looked into his eyes without the slightest flicker, "Your daughter is very cute, think about it, in her long life, if there is no father's How pitiful is it to accompany you?"

"Will her friends bully her? Will she be approached by dubious punks? When will she have her first meeting with someone? A good guy? A villain? What's her future like?" , Ren patted the captain's cheek, his pupils slowly shrank, and he became sober, "I'll ask for the last time, who are you going to deliver this batch of goods to, and what background do they have, remember, this This is the last time. You can use silence to guard the persistence in your heart, and I will also use blood to fill your life with despair."

Ren let go of his hand and stood up. Blair immediately handed over a silk scarf. He wiped the greasy hands and threw them on the ground. "Your choice, man!"

(End of this chapter)