The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 11 I saw it

Gwen had settled down for three days.

By virtue of his identity as a 'folklorist', he managed to gain the trust of the crew on the train, including the captain.In the social structure of Utopia, the people at the top are naturally the 'commander' and 'senior engineer' who control power, means of production and resources.The structure of the middle level is naturally people who have "mathematical skills" and knowledge.

Folklorists are just such learned members.

Rare and rare to see.

In the past three days, Gwen has used several excuses to fend off the recruitment of two women who claim to be 'members of the secret agency'.

True, at first he wanted to get in there to gain some knowledge.

But when he found out that there were only two or three cats and dogs in this association (really, there was only one Lute besides these two), it was naturally impossible for him to agree to join.Especially when the secret tome in the hands of the other party does not conform to his preferences and style, he avoids contact like a scumbag who hangs up the phone.

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[Your knowledge, combined with A's force, my intelligence, and C's connections, the four of us will definitely be able to make a big career and embark on the path of exploring eternal life! 】

Gwen was still thinking about what the woman in Red Dog said when she bewitched him, and the dark cat was still nodding beside him.

Since the length of their real names reached an astonishing twenty-odd words, he decided to use 'red dog' and 'dark cat' to describe these two women in his heart.

[No, I refuse, I am not currently planning to join any club... I am sorry to disappoint you. 】

"Actually... it's for their own good, after all, I'm still doing such a dangerous thing."

Gwen moved her fingers wrapped in the black jumpsuit, flicked lightly, and the hanging blood beads were shaken away.

This is an alley, and the red brick walls on both sides are covered with posters of Faceless Man in military uniform.

The only lighting in the dark alley is the bright moonlight in the sky and the reflection of the brass horns illuminated by the moonlight.

The old steel water pipes on the wall are wrapped with rags.

A drop of sewage dripped from the rag.

tick...

The sewage and gore mingled together, kissing Gwen's boots.

The source of the blood is naturally not him.

In front of him was a strong werewolf lying on his back on the ground, the hair on his chest was eroded by blood and a big hole was dug out, a hollow.

"No wonder you are not allowed to get off the train at night."

Gwen turned her head to look at the slightly dark green March in the sky, and looked down at the werewolf body that does not belong to reality... No, it should be said that even though the information in memory was collected, it was just "I heard that there will be weird things at night." Creatures appearing' on this clue, real werewolf sightings?No one in Wufen had ever had a similar experience.

"...As expected of a creature in fantasy, even after being dug out of the heart, it still maintains a certain degree of activity."

Gwen looked at the wolf heart in the palm of his right hand, which already had some blood-colored crystals.

Three days ago, on the night when he just settled down on the train in the apartment of the missing man, after returning to his room and drinking mushroom tea, he had the urge to 'go out at night and have a look'.However, since it was the first day, I didn't dare to run too far. I just walked on the Laolu Street train and didn't kill any creatures.

The next day, I went back to the fellowship, lured a few scumbags from the street to the alley and killed them.Although the other party said something similar to 'Aren't you a fishing law enforcement? ', but he didn't catch it.Maybe it's because there's no need to listen to what scumbags say.

The third day is today.After confirming that he could catch up with the train as long as he 'worked hard', he boldly disembarked from the Fellowship, and got off the train at a building complex fixed on the Utopian wilderness called the 'station'.

According to memory, although there are extremely poor people living on the train, there are poor people who have not eaten their last meal.But even so, they are more senior and of a higher social class than those who live in the 'station'.There are countless scary monsters in the wilderness of Utopia, and it is said that there are many creatures that came out of the "Ancient Witch Ruins".

Not to mention that lack of water and food is also the norm.

Even if you live in a house larger than the luxury room on the train, you will be harassed and killed by endless monsters that suddenly appear.It is a place where undocumented people without ID cards live, that is, a place of residence at the lowest level of a sewer in Utopia, a huge train country.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The werewolf stretched out its claws and roared, trying to take back its heart.

"To shut up."

Gwen used a faster speed, turned sideways and used the power of turning around to put his foot on the werewolf's head.

With the blessing of the source force, he kicked to death the creature that was already eating humans when he discovered it.

"The ability to resist blows...is strong."

Although Gwen was not injured at all, the danger of this battle cannot be denied.

His height is only 153 and his weight is only 43kg, which belongs to super featherweight fighter.And this werewolf is about 2.4 meters tall, which is the height of a standard werewolf after bowing.The weight is 421kg.Even speaking, Gwen's weight is only a fraction of it.

I'm afraid that this weight and height can only be compared with the brown bear that he faced in his previous life.

But the werewolf has a more terrifying figure, muscles, and the source of power... yes, the source of power!

There is no distinction between good and bad source power. Rather, simple people like werewolves who only want to eat people are more likely to awaken source power, and after awakening, although they cannot use source power in a systematic and qualified way, But the unconscious use itself is almost 'capability'.

The ability of the werewolf that Gwen killed was 'double speed'.

To put it simply, the speed is doubled, almost able to catch up with simple gunpowder weapons.

Strength, size, speed... the destructive power of the three in one.

If you accidentally rub it to the side, it may be sucked in like clothes accidentally being rolled by an airplane engine.

If you were accidentally hit, your remaining limbs might only be a layer of blood skin attached to the opponent's claws.

but.

Just avoid it.

"It's time to go back, and the time for the night tour is over." If he stays any longer, he may not be able to catch up with the fellow.

Gwen put the wolf heart into the special pocket to avoid the spread of bloody smell.

Suddenly, an inspiration strikes him.

It was as if a warm body was touched by a cold hand.If he has dog or cat ears, he must be upright and alert at this time.

He looked towards the alley entrance.

A pair of purple eyes flashed past.

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been seen.

Gwen sensed the scope of action on the other side, and seemed unhappy. If he wanted to go up and kill people, it would naturally be a breeze.

Even if the consideration of the other party's 'daring to go out at night' is taken into account, assuming the other party has a firearm, it is not difficult.

active force.

It's not difficult either.

But in the end, Gwen is not some kind of perverted murderer.Just let the other party go.

If you are discovered, you can escape in a dignified manner and change your identity.

This is the confidence of being a mind flayer.

Gwen didn't continue to delve into it, but rushed to the railroad track with a technique called "shrinking the ground" where one step equals more than ten steps.He wanted to catch up with the train, so letting the train run for more than an hour was already the limit.

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