The mercenaries' firearms were aimed directly at Aslan. The one in the lead wore an eyepatch, his body covered in scars and tattoos. "You've got a clean face, kid. This isn't a place for you to be sightseeing. And the supplies that dropped are not for you to take. Hand them over now, and we can still let you leave. Otherwise... don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
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Not far from this area, a jeep was advancing across the wilderness. The old uncle who was driving, upon hearing the information coming from his radio, couldn't help but stop the vehicle. He turned his head to look at the passenger seat of his car.
"Little Father, it seems we'll have to wait a while before we can go to the ruins you want to see. A supply drop just landed there. I'm afraid quite a few mercenaries have already surrounded the area. Although we have weapons, it's probably better not to confront them."
Sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a cloak that only revealed half of his face, was a young man. His slightly dark skin was different from the dark, rough skin of those on this battlefield, which was caused by war and sun exposure. At a glance, one could tell that this was a person who came from a good family and living environment. At the same time, he didn't seem to be very old.
Based on this point, the uncle sitting in the driver's seat, no matter how he thought about it, couldn't understand why this young man, who, no matter how mature he acted, was clearly no older than 20, would come to this battlefield. And why was he so fond of those ruins? But no matter what, the money this young man had given was indeed more than enough.
Money makes the world go round. In a place like theirs, where war was frequent, only with enough money could one take their family and escape from here. Only with enough money could one go to other places to live a peaceful and ordinary life.
And the little priest sitting in his car had come to their country more than once. The payment he had given the previous times was enough for others to take their families to a safe country. This time, if it hadn't been for his old friend pulling some strings, he really might not have gotten the chance to take this little brother to the ruins. This wasn't just a chance to go to the ruins; it was also a chance to take his family to a safe country. Whoever passed up this opportunity was a fool. He would never forget for the rest of his life that he had been such a fool once!
The young priest was stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared. "No matter. Continue forward. If we truly encounter danger, I will protect you. I swear it in the name of the Lord. I think you've heard from your friends that I have the strength to protect us both."
The uncle thought for a moment, and finally nodded with some apprehension. Although his friends had all said that this young priest had unimaginable strength, he still felt a little uncertain. But on the other hand, the young priest before him was indeed his employer. In their line of work, the most important thing was to satisfy the employer. It was true that some employers would go to dangerous places. At that time, they, the guides, were also gambling with their lives. If it weren't for the fact that the employment fee given by this young priest was really high, and that his good friends had indeed said that this young priest had unimaginable power, otherwise, no matter what others said, he would not continue to advance.
In any case, as long as this one deal was successful, he and his family would get the ticket to leave this place. No matter what, he would absolutely not let this opportunity go. If other big deals were worth a quarter of a ticket and he gave them up, it wouldn't matter. But this deal, which could very likely take him and his family to a safe place in one go, he would absolutely not give up. After all, the profit it would bring him after success was truly too great.
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And at the so-called "supply" drop location, Aslan, who was being treated as the supply, covered his face with his hand. Very good. Now he had jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash himself clean.
If you were to say he really didn't have anything on him that could be disguised as supplies, that wasn't true. The problem was, if he took out those things he had, those weapons that were beyond this era would directly change the future development. It was possible that one shot would directly wipe out a city. Even if these guys dared to take it, Aslan wouldn't dare to give it. Aslan didn't want to be hunted down by a bunch of Emiyas. Although so many Emiyas wouldn't cause him any fatal damage, they were numerous and would be very annoying. Especially if Alaya sent out the Emiya father and son duo to team up. He didn't want to have to test his food for poison before every meal, and then have to be constantly on guard against an exploding arrow coming from who knows where. At that time, his life would no longer be a life.
Seeing Aslan's indifferent expression, the leader of the mercenaries was the first to lose his patience. People always die in war. Mercenary groups like theirs, who were the first to arrive at the side of the supplies, had stained their hands with a lot of blood on this battlefield. The feeling of dominating life could sometimes be frightening, but sometimes it could also be addictive. At least now, this group of mercenaries had developed the habit of "not wasting words if you don't get along," just open fire and be done with it.
Since the little brat before them had no intention of revealing the whereabouts of the supplies, they would just turn him into a sieve and hang his head on their car as a warning. If it weren't for the fact that they weren't yet short on food to the extent of a great famine, a human body turned into meat paste was also a good supply, wasn't it? As long as it was secretly sent to a canning factory, they could still earn some black money from a black-hearted merchant. After all, who knew what kind of meat was in the cans they ate in the end?
Aslan, in turn, raised his hand. Looking at these fired bullets, he just easily dodged to the side. He then clenched his palm inwards. The bullets fired by these mercenaries were easily caught by Aslan with his bare hands. This scene, which in the eyes of an ordinary person would probably only appear in a movie, was now happening right before the eyes of these mercenaries.
Then, Aslan's figure disappeared from his spot. The next moment, he had appeared in front of these mercenaries. A dagger, which he had casually forged and which was considered trash in his eyes, appeared in his hand. Then, with a flash of cold light, several mercenaries fell directly into a pool of blood. Those who kill will be killed. Since you chose to be mercenaries and stain your hands with blood, you should be prepared for the consequences.
After seeing several of his subordinates gone in an instant, the leader of the mercenaries quickly retreated, a look of fear on his face that was completely different from his previous ferocity, preparing to leave this place.