"Brother, this guy seems to be dying."
The young man, who was as thin as a monkey, bared his teeth and yelled.
The molars in his mouth were so disgusting to see.
"Let me see."
The burly fat man jumped out of the dilapidated slave truck, holding a half-part double-barreled shotgun without a sight in his hand, and a cigarette butt with only half left in his mouth.
He also took a few bites from time to time.
He bent down with difficulty, and his tattered pants even exposed most of his buttocks.
He casually turned the face of the "mummy" and immediately took a few steps back in a panic, the fat on his body trembling uncontrollably.
"What the hell?"
He pointed his gun at the "mummy".
What caught his eyes was an extremely broken and twisted face.
Countless blood scabs completely destroyed the original appearance of this "mummy".
Some of the blood scabs could even see exposed iron fragments.
This appearance is enough to shock the world.
If coupled with that shriveled figure, without makeup, it can be compared to those monsters in the scariest movies of the old era.
"Bah."
The fat man spit out thick yellow phlegm viciously, and accurately hit the "mummy" on the cheek, "I'm scared to death."
"Brother, what should I do or not?"
Shouhou scratched his head in embarrassment.
The fat man smacked his cigarette butt and slapped the skinny monkey on the head.
The skinny monkey's body, which had no flesh, spun around before he stood up unsteadily.
"What the hell are you doing?
Even if we can't sell it, can't we still eat meat?"
The skinny monkey looked a little reluctant, "Brother, can the meat of this thing be eaten?
It's thinner than me.
I don't think it can even get two ounces of meat."
"Damn it, do you know why you are as skinny as a monkey?
You are just a picky eater.
If your mother hadn't saved me back then, I would have been too lazy to run around with a loser like you."
The fat man slapped him away angrily.
The thin monkey lowered his head bitterly.
He glanced at the fat man in a subtle way.
"You're looking for something, right?"
The fat man slapped him again.
"Brother, please stop fighting.
I was wrong."
Shouhou held his head.
He picked up the "mummy", which was as hard as a stick, and ran back to the broken slave truck.
This little turmoil quickly subsided.
The "mummy" was thrown into the backport of the slave truck, which was as smelly as a pig pen.
The fat man in the driver's seat in front had one foot on the dashboard and was picking his nose with one hand while turning the steering wheel.
The thin monkey in the passenger seat continued to hold his tattered binoculars and carefully searched for the next possible target.
This is an area under the jurisdiction of the empire, also known as a restricted area for refugees.
Any refugee whose identity is not recognized, as long as he is discovered by these slave catchers wandering around the border of the empire, can only become an imperial slave without any freedom at all. .
It is true though.
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There are still many desperate refugees who are willing to be caught, because although they are not free as slaves of the empire, they can at least get a few meals of food and water.
The resource-rich empire is not short of these things.
The mummy was hunched over in the smelly slave shed, surrounded by other slaves who were also shriveled and thin, staring at him unblinkingly.
They are too hungry.
"You bitch, if you look at it, he will die and it won't be your turn."
The fat man stuck the barrel of the gun into the back carport.
The slaves immediately crowded together in fear, fearing that he would accidentally shoot them.
After wandering without any gain for a while, the slave truck finally returned to an outpost on the border of the empire before dark.
"Fat man.
What's the big harvest today?"
The lame old sentry yawned.
"Hey, don't mention it.
I don't know what's going on lately.
It's getting harder and harder to catch slaves.
I can't catch a few even if I run for days."
The fat man held another cigarette butt he found somewhere.
"Yes, there are fewer and fewer people, but there are more and more bugs."
The veteran sighed quietly, "At this time in the past years, there would still be bugs coming, but in the past two months, three outposts have been attacked by bugs.
Kill them cleanly."
The fat man was also a little worried and sighed, "Whatever, if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up.
Just live one day at a time."
The veteran nodded and said no more words.
The fat man then handed the veteran the half-smoked cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.
It's on fire.
The veteran took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes with some lingering aftertaste.
"You are still sensible, not like those bastards."
The fat man smiled after hearing this, but the twitching corners of his eyes revealed a little bit of his thoughts.
"Take it away, brat, I'll make you feel bad for smoking a cigarette like this.
Back then, I didn't bother to smoke at all," the veteran said, throwing away half of the cigarette in his hand.
The fat man hurriedly caught the cigarette butt, "You have almost finished talking about your glorious deeds, so you might as well spare me today."
The fat man hurriedly took a puff of the cigarette butt.
Seeing that the old man was going to chatter again, he hurriedly shrunk and ran away.
Looking at the fat man's two white buttocks that were still conspicuous in the dark, trembling up and down, the veteran smiled with his mouth full of yellow teeth.
He carefully pulled out a cigar from his arms.
Judging by the color, he knew it was of high quality.
He took a whiff of the stuff like a smelly cat, and immediately stuffed it into his arms when no one was paying attention.
The fat man swayed his fat body towards the slave car, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand knocked hard on the rear door.
"You bastards, get out of here right away" These refugees who had not yet become slaves carefully climbed out of the dirty carport, looking down at the unfamiliar surroundings with their heads flinching, their gray faces showing the fear they were used to.
"One, two, three."
The fat man used the barrel of his gun to select the number of people one by one, but there was always one missing.
"Monkey, why do you have one less person to look after?"
the fat man shouted angrily.
The thin monkey squatting not far away and struggling with a hard bone in his hand hurriedly shrunk and ran over after hearing the roar.
"Haha, monkey, your father is going to teach you a lesson again."
Other slave catchers not far away laughed mockingly.
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"Bah, then I'm your father," the monkey replied angrily from a distance.
"What nonsense are you talking about?
Come here quickly."
The fat man rolled his eyes angrily.
"Brother, what's going on?
Please tell me if you have something to say."
Monkey asked cautiously.
"You brat, you still have the nerve to ask me, why am I missing one?"
The fat man pretended to hit him.
"It's impossible.
I've been guarding it all this time."
The monkey scratched his head and shrank his neck.
After saying that, he couldn't help but count it again, but the result was still the same.
The monkey became anxious now and scurried into the carport where the smell was so strong.
A moment later, he jumped out holding a blackened mummy and dragging his nose.
"Brother, I missed this guy."
The fat man kicked the mummy, "If it's dead, tell me whether it's dead or not."
"It's over now.
He's like this.
I don't even have anything to eat from him."
The monkey muttered softly.
The body of the mummy was covered with filthy excrement.
"Damn it!"
The fat man shouted angrily and was about to kick him out, but the mummy suddenly made a strange sound.
"squeak."
"What?"
The fat man was stunned.
"Zhi" the mummy couldn't help but increase the volume.
The fat man and the monkey looked at each other blankly, their expressions twitching for a moment.
"Believe it or not, uncle, I will chop you to death."
The fat man was so angry that he felt that this black thing was teasing him.
"Give me a dick.
I want this boy to become a slave now."
The monkey then ran away and came back a few minutes later holding a red-hot soldering iron and said, "Brother, give it to you."
The fat man grabbed the iron and stabbed it fiercely into Fan's chest.
The burning smell and sizzling sound made the refugees on the other side shrink even more in fear.
After a burst of white smoke, the fat man wiped his sweat and stopped his hands.
He looked at the fresh and clear letter marks with satisfaction, "Before someone buys you, you called K.
Did you hear it?
Just squeaked when you heard it."
You bastard," the fat man spat.
"squeak."
"I will chop your uncle to death if you don't stop me."
The fat man's angry roar spread farther and farther in the dark night
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