This is not the first time Curt has been called a monster by others, and the reasons are different every time.

Whether it is knocking down large, high-risk monsters with one's own strength, or snuck into the woods to chase and rob passers-by, you may be given the title of "monster" if you do more than a little.

Curt knew that there were still many differences between himself and the concept of "ordinary humans". Although his appearance looked somewhat similar to the indigenous peoples of the northern powers, if you look closely, let alone whether he had blood ties with the northerners, you would even have to consider whether he could be considered a human.

If the real identity is exposed to everyone's vision, it may not be surprising to be called "monster". But what ordinary people who have worked hard to do are considered monster-like actions. This title seems a bit unmatched when hung on their heads.

Perhaps in the eyes of so-called "normal people", those who do behaviors beyond their perception can all be included in the ranks of "monsters". However, now they have completely defeated a few gangsters who are more like monsters, and they are going to be called this, and Curt suddenly feels a little harsh.

Curt did not think that the battle just now was beyond imagination. If it was just a force of "defeating a few gangsters who used banned drugs" could be considered a "monster", and the professional mercenary group in the Mercenary Management Office could be considered a monster group.

So he looked at the direction where the sound came with a little unhappy, and said in a protesting tone: "Hey, what are you talking about 'monsters'? Don't say I'm a monster. And compared to these guys lying on the ground, I'm obviously more like a human? Are you right, the Slots guy?"

Standing in the shadow of the alley, the head of the trio I saw before at Rebecca's house - the short Slott young man who had never spoken. When Curt was still in the encirclement just now, he found that he was already there. However, standing there, he did not rush up to help his companions, but hid aside and peeked, allowing Curt to beat the gangsters under him to the point of bruising and swollen face.

"Bah! You said you're more like a human - what's the joke?" He spat out a bloody spit, looking at Curt with distrust, "Bump these guys who have become monsters to the ground again and again, and then do you have to claim that you are an ordinary person?"

When he said these words, he looked a little embarrassed.

There was a slight bruise on his face, and the cheap suit on his body was cut by a sharp blade. The blood oozed from the wound dyed the clothes red. The left hand in the sleeve was hanging weakly, and I don't know if it was broken. It seemed that before he came, there seemed to have been a fierce fight.

Although he still has the strength to shout loudly now, the lack of energy makes his words sound more like sighs than ridicule.

"It's better than these companions of yours, right? At least I can talk to you well, and these guys are like crazy." Curt looked at him jokingly, "If I'm right, your scars are left by other guys who were originally yours, right?"

He also knew that these companions had become "monsters" and that this injury should have been left by another group of gangsters. The drugs acting on these Slots reduced their thinking ability and may also make them unable to distinguish their former companions.

"Tsk, you're even more like a monster than a monster!"

The short Slotte man gritted his teeth fiercely, and the expression on his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a bed bug. Looking at his expression, Curt knew that he had guessed it correctly. The effect of the drug should work at the same time. Since it is a group, it is impossible for him to be unaffected.

In fact, Curt felt that he was the one involved, and this body enhancer that would affect consciousness was not very much used to target him. These gangsters probably got involved in this drug without knowing it, and then when they followed Curt, the drug effect happened to occur.

"These guys don't know what's going on. They were fine at the base at noon. He was... When they were in their respective activities in the afternoon, they said they would take a few people to patrol to see if they could find those guys. As a result, I thought it was okay here, but I didn't expect that they had become like this..."

He said gritting his teeth.

He was talking from time to time, and although he knew that this was about to say it to himself, Curt finally managed to understand what he said.

He seemed to want to continue, but Curt had to interrupt him: "No, wait a moment, please wait a moment... Should we stand here and finish talking? I think these companions and the injuries on your body are not conditions that allow us to have a good conversation."

The injuries on his body are not serious. Apart from some minor skin injuries, the worst one is probably the arm that may have been broken. A rough look at it, these injuries will not affect his current mobility, but for safety reasons, they should be treated as soon as possible.

However, the injuries on these gangsters who fell to the ground were not light. Curt used a lot of effort to knock them down. Although their bodies returned to their original state after the effect of the body strengthening agent disappeared, the blows that Curt applied did indeed react to them.

If it weren't for body strengthening agents that strengthened their muscles, Curt's beating was even enough to break their bones. He did not have enough understanding of the medicine, and it was difficult to understand the extent to which the excessive effect of the medicine had on the body. They had to be sent to the hospital for examination as soon as possible.

"Although I'm quite interested in what happened to them, I'll take you first-of course, and they'll go to the hospital for a checkup." Looking at the short man with wide eyes because of surprise, Curt said as if he were to say, "Are there any doctors you frequent around here?"

Small groups in Slot will occasionally have friction with small groups in other areas. These "frictions" become more intense and become violent conflicts. The wounds caused by ordinary physical conflicts can be treated in ordinary community hospitals, but some injuries cannot be known to ordinary hospitals where all visit records must be kept. In order to treat such injuries, there are always irregular underground medical points in areas where such groups gather.

The short man who was asked by Curt's eyes staring at him with nothingness felt a sense of oppression. He took a step back with guilt and said, "Yes, yes, but you are not the one you know. The old man said many times that you cannot let someone like you know his house."

This is not a rare thing. Underground medical sites are usually invisible because of the existence of various problems. Especially for "hospitals" or therapists that provide medical services to these violent groups, there are always various restrictions to prevent the outflow of information about the hiding place.

"It's urgent to be true. You don't want your companions to lie here, right?" Curt sighed, spreading his hands out of his way of choosing. "If you don't want to tell me where the medical points you frequent are located, I have to send them to a nearby hospital."

It is not a problem to ask him to make his own choice, but in fact, this multiple-choice question, which basically has no choice conditions, is essentially a threat. In fact, he was injured in a street fight and sent to a community hospital will not be suspected by the doctor - but this must be under the premise that they have not used contraband.

Unfortunately, these gangsters did use contraband products, and they were physical enhancers that were prohibited from being produced by law. The effect of this drug is extremely obvious. Even if the time of the drug effect has passed, the ingredients and effects of the drug can still be detected.

They will undoubtedly immediately inform the police guards of the police and send them to handle the matter. These gangsters who used contraband took the initiative to attack Curt, both public and private, and Curt did not have to bear any responsibility for knocking them over. And, depending on the circumstances, the gangsters must also make certain compensation for the attack on Curt.

The two paths placed in front of the short man are so obvious, which is more important and clear at a glance.

Either choose to take Curt and these wounded people to frequent underground clinics, and all known troubles may not happen at all; or choose to let Curt send the wounded people to community hospitals, and then one after another are open threats such as investigations from the security forces.

As if he sighed, the short man covered in bruises had to compromise: "Okay, I know, I'll listen to you. I'll take you to the old guy's house, but I hope you don't mess around... That old guy has a weird temper. If he gets angry, I can't guarantee that something will happen."

The medical skills of the "old man" who provided them with treatment were secondary, but when he heard the short man's tone, he didn't seem to like him very much.

"Don't worry, I'm not a robber, why would I do it randomly?" Curt shrugged and said that he had no objection. "Although you don't have any good feelings for me, I'm a mercenary. I'm too lazy to do it randomly with your friends without accepting the mission."

After saying this, Curt walked out of the alley on the back street in three steps and spent some money to borrow a large cart for transporting goods from a nearby building materials shop.

Curt pointed to the flatbed of the cart and said, "I can't carry these people by putting them in."

After hearing Curt's self-report that he was a mercenary, the short man's eyes changed a little. He listened to Curt's instructions without saying a word and piled the unconscious gangsters in the cart like sandbags. After a while, the Slottes, who had fallen on the ground, were loaded into the cart.

Then, without caring about the eyes of the people around him, Curt let the short man walk in front, while he pushed the cart of the dim Slots through the street with expressionless expression.
Chapter completed!