Chapter 8 /Hunting Humans

Author: Charcoal Grilled Rice Mushroom

Chapter 8 Hunting Humans

"Hunting Humans".

Jiatu didn't know why he thought of this.

But when he saw the scoundrels' eyes, he felt a sense of excitement like "seeing prey."

While Jiatu was watching the scoundrels in a daze, the waste thrown down from the pipe gradually became thinner.

When the falling objects became sparse to a certain extent, the shelter scoundrels waiting at the edge of the scrapyard would smile evilly, wave the sticks in their hands, and walk towards the scrapyard.

The recyclers who were originally collecting materials in the scrap yard also retreated towards the exit of the scrap yard with a hint of fear.

Soon, as the scoundrels entered the site, only a few recyclers who fell to the ground injured by falling objects were left in the scrapyard.

At this time, the gap between the two recycling methods is reflected.

Recyclers who choose to "wrap their heads with a cloth and stack armor to resist", even if their defense is very high, will still have the chance to encounter very heavy falling objects. The height of the garbage pipe of more than ten meters is enough to accelerate these falling objects to the point where they can

It could knock people unconscious, so when the recyclers receded like a tide, the ground of the scrapyard was filled with low-tech wrap recyclers.

In contrast, goggle recyclers who pay attention to protecting themselves are much safer. It is rare to see this type of recycler falling to the ground.

Moreover, Jiatu also noticed that a low-skilled cloth recycler was lying more than ten meters away from him. There was a broken ceramic kettle next to him, and he was holding a few empty bags in his hands.

The tin can was obviously knocked unconscious by the flying clay pot.

Next to Jiatu, there were four or five ordinary residents of the shelter. They did not enter immediately because the recyclers left. Instead, they quietly waited for the scoundrels to finish their looting.

Jia Tu hesitated, not knowing whether he should enter the venue at this time or continue to wait like the others——

Until he noticed the look in the eyes of the shelter residents when they looked at him.

It was similar to the look they gave when they looked at the Vault Scoundrel——

Afraid, fearful, and at the same time a little bit contemptuous?

Is it because the scoundrels have no parents? Or is it because of their own disabilities?

Jiatu didn't think about it, he just suddenly realized that his identity as a lame person could not make these people afraid.

He fights with rogues, and the "violence" he continues to do without losing is the reason why these people are afraid.

The reason why they dare not learn from the scoundrels is not because they are not fierce enough——

It's about fear of retaliation.

They are different from the Vault scoundrels, they don't have the ferocity of having nothing to lose, and unlike Jiato, they don't have the "force" to fight against a group of people and not lose.

Not to mention the "courage" of the wrap recyclers and the "skills" of the goggle recyclers.

So they, who have nothing, can only become the lowest recyclers——

After everything calms down, go and eat some scraps of "hyena".

Jato does not want to become a "hyena".

The contemptuous voices of Aunt Wang and the old mourner echoed in his ears——

["Why is it you again?... I don't want to see you again! After being beaten for so long, don't you have a better memory?!"]

["If you really still have some conscience...then jump from here...it will also be a good explanation for others!"]

["Trash is just trash after all! Sooner or later it will rot in the cave at the bottom of this shelter!"]

In just a short moment, Jiatu had already made up his mind.

He supported his body with his cane and walked quickly towards the scrapyard.

He avoided the falling objects that had become sparse and headed straight towards the unlucky man not far away.

When he walked up to the recycler and saw the four empty tin cans in his hand, he hesitated, took two of them, and then walked deeper into the scrapyard.

The deeper into the scrapyard, the more brutal scenes Jiatu could see.

Among the recyclers hit by falling objects, there were not only the unconscious ones, but also the dead and injured.

Those who were hit by falling objects but only lost the ability to move were in the most miserable situation. They could only watch themselves being chased by rogues and knocked down with sticks.

Some people begged and begged the scoundrels to let them go, but all they got in exchange was a slap on the head——

Some people even had their headscarves pulled off.

Jiatu endured the discomfort in his heart and silently avoided looking:

"Do you still have time to pity others?"

"They're just people I don't know..."

"There will always be someone who is going to be unlucky...it's not someone else but you..."

He moved quickly among the unconscious recyclers, deliberately avoiding the injured who were still awake, and tried his best to choose those who were dying and had more air out than in.

But there are only a few such dead people, so sometimes, Jiatu also has to take action against those who are unconscious.

Fortunately, perhaps because of his previous fights with the Vault Rogues, most of the Vault Rogues would avoid him and choose other targets whenever they saw him coming.

However, the number of victims is limited after all, so faced with the shortage of people in the scrap yard, the shelter scoundrels will eventually have to take action to compete with each other for each other's "trophies."

Jiatu deliberately avoided those chaotic battle situations and continued to advance along the edge of the scrapyard——

Until he saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye.

Those were two recyclers lying together.

What emitted the flash was the broken goggles lens on the face of a recycler. His eyes were wide open, and his spine was twisted on the ground. It was obvious that he was not looking at death in peace.

There is also a solid wood box the size of a bedside table beside him. This large and heavy thing is a waste that most advanced recyclers look down upon. Only the "hyena" recyclers who enter the scene at the end will favor this kind of thing.

This kind of "rag" is time-consuming and labor-intensive and not worth a few dry food bars.

But why did a senior recycler wearing goggles die in such an obvious wooden box?

Jiatu subconsciously felt something strange and couldn't help but look in that direction a few more times.

Then, he discovered something incredible.

"Mirror? Why is it a mirror..."

Jiatu murmured, turned around, and walked towards the two recyclers.

Next to the dead goggles recycler, there was another recycler, and in the hands of this low-level recycler with a wrap around his head, Jiatu did see a small, palm-sized dressing mirror.

Such a small and exquisite cosmetic mirror, even if it has some cracks, can still be sold for a high price of 70 to 80 dry food bars at the flea market on the eighth floor.

Such a precious item actually appeared in front of him, Jiatu couldn't help but feel a little moved!

This is eighty dry food bars!

Not only can I return the favor to the old mourner, but I can also return part of the supplies Hena borrowed!

Greed and debt tempted Jato to stretch out his hand. The lack of people around him made him squeeze the mirror tightly. Just when he was about to use his determination to pull the dressing mirror out of the hands of the recycler, an accident happened.

——

He also pulled up the recycler's right hand.

Jiatu was stunned.

It was only then that he noticed the veins on the recycler's thumb that were exposed due to excessive exertion.

And his attention gradually shifted from the mirror to the face of the wrap recycler.

It was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a thin build and a haggard face. There was a trace of blood seeping under the dark brown turban, and his forehead was soaked in blood and turned a deep red.

But unlike the goggles recycler, the wrap recycler was seriously injured, but he was still alive.

And with a strong tug from Jia Tu, he woke up.

The man's deep black eyes stared blankly at Jia Tu.

The eyes of both parties gradually shifted to Jiatu's right hand.

"Let go! This is my thing!"

The man screamed.

Jiatu was startled. He had no idea that a tall and thick man could actually make such a high-pitched voice.

Like a real woman.

"Shut up! Let go!"

Jia Tu also growled in shock and anger. He was a little overwhelmed by the man's reaction.

He had never experienced anything like this before and didn't know how to deal with it.

However, the scene where the rogues in the shelter swung their sticks at the recyclers not long ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, causing him to subconsciously raise his cane and swing it hard at the man's head.

But this attempt was not successful. The man's head was wrapped in a thick cloth, and the cane hit him without causing much damage.
To be continued...