Woo woo!!!

Amid the roar, a truck armed with heavy steel plates drove over shakingly. A short-barrel cannon was installed in front of the front of the car, and the body glass was wrapped with barbed wire.

Muskets stretched out from the wire mesh, and on the top of the car were two men in black uniforms and a woman in black uniforms.

All of them have short hair, a sword behind their backs, and a short musket on their waists.

The car came to the wilderness and stopped in front of the group of corpses.

Three men in black uniforms jumped out of the car, but the people in the car couldn't come out. Just a more rough heavy cannon stretched out from above the roof to guard the surroundings.

The leader of a slightly older man with a Hitler-like mustache came to the corpse, and walked around and said, "I encountered damage to a range energy weapon, and one of them died on the spot. The total number of dead people was 21, five died of knife and arrows, three died of elemental damage, and the remaining twelve were killed by one person. Six of them died with one blow, with a total number of attacks, three people. It can be confirmed that the dead and the killed were both elected people of God. Judging from the damage surrounding them, these were first-level voters."

The woman in black uniform said: "The Supreme God will not teleport voters of different levels to one place at the same time. In other words, the one who kills people should be the super elite among voters of this level."

Another young man in black uniform said, "No matter what, when the voters arrive in Black Iron City, they must report to the city lord immediately."

The mustached man nodded and turned around and wanted to turn back, but suddenly stopped.

Not far away, Junlin appeared there at some time, and was smiling at them.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunfires.

Junlin raised a shield to block it: "Is it so great to use it? I just want to talk to you. Believe me, if I want to do it, then you are dead now... I mean, you shouldn't be able to stop me, you know this, right?"

The mustached man raised his hand and said, "Stop attack!"

The gunshots stopped.

The man in a mustache uniform looked at Jun Lin: "Who are you?"

His problem is a bit strange.

King Lin raised his fist.

The mustache already understood.

He is the voter who killed twelve people in one go.

This person should be able to kill them by himself, not to mention that he has two helpers.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaomoustache said, "You can kill us, but you are destined to be unable to escape the pursuit of the Iron Country."

Junlin put his hand back on his pants pocket and walked back and forth leisurely for a few steps.

He said: "This is why I came out to talk to you... Do you know? When I first came to this dimension, I felt that the environment I was in was deeply affected. I had such a desire to come to a world with abundant resources and complete civilization. But when I really came to such a world, I knew I was wrong. It turned out that the hell I once thought was actually our paradise."

The mustache smiled slightly: "You are not the first to say that."

Yes, although the abandoned capital is deserted, withered and rare, it is a paradise for candidates.

Because there are not many natives there.

The steel plane is a relatively complete plane. Although this plane is also eroded by external plane organisms, due to their own integrity, they have sufficient ability to fight invading organisms.

The most important thing is that they are many people!

The Steel Plant has a population of nearly 100 million, and this huge number gap is enough to overwhelm most candidates.

What's more, they not only have quantity, but also quality.

The peak of strength here is not the Thin Iron Level 10, but his mother's Golden Level!

Three big tiers suddenly jumped!

But candidates do not receive any points when hunting natives.

Invasive creatures are no longer easy to find, points are rare, but the indigenous people are unprecedentedly strong and united. This is the common problem faced by all formal candidates. In contrast, the abandoned capital is paradise!

Therefore, the first element for candidates to come to such planes is to disguise themselves.

Only by integrating into the plane can we survive safely in the plane.

But now, Junlin took the initiative to expose himself.

Junlin walked a few steps forward.

The three men of Xiaoba took a step back at the same time and kept a distance tacitly.

Junlin smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just don't like to speak at the top of my throat, but I can understand it, after all, they are not friends."

Young uniformed man: "Then what else do you have to say?"

Junlin spread his hands: "Although he is not a friend, he may not necessarily be an enemy."

Um?

The three of them looked at each other.

Jun Lin said: "Can you ask about your identity first?"

The bearded man pondered for a moment and said, "The Kingdom of Steel, Black Iron City, Black Robe Team of the God Supervision Bureau, Second Team Leader, Tiesheng."

"The Kingdom of Steel? Since there is a country, there should be more than one country?"

"There are only two in total, and one is the Kingdom of Silver, but they are on the verge of destruction. Ninety percent of this plane belongs to the Kingdom of Steel."

The mustache answered proudly.

"What is the God's Supervisory Bureau? The God's Pledgee Supervision Bureau?"

The woman replied: "The God-Choose Supervision and Rapid Response Bureau."

"Ah, no wonder it came very quickly." Jun Lin smiled and said, "Since it is directed to us, then your boss should be able to speak to the boss in this area?"

The mustache narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Call your boss over, it's best to call the city lord too. I want to talk to them about cooperation."

"Cooperate?" Xiaomoustache was shocked: "What are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding. Voters and native peoples have never been mortal enemies. Don't forget that the target of voters is to invade creatures. You have always been hunting us."

The mustache sneered: "That's just your opinion, yes, you are a newcomer, you probably don't know what your predecessors have done to our planes?"

Junlin replied: "I don't know, but I can think of it. Some people may be overwhelmed when they get strength, but some may just protect themselves. No one is a good person, and no one has to blame anyone. The real point is that Nicholas has never stipulated that you and me must be mortal enemies. Therefore, whether to cooperate or hunt depends on ourselves. And I will give you a reason to cooperate. Whether you want to do so depends on yourself. By the way, it is best to find someone who can detect lies."

Hearing Junlin's words, Xiaomoustache pondered for a moment and said, "I can't make the decision, I want to go back and inform me."

"Of course, I will wait for you here." Junlin replied.

The bearded and the other three quickly jumped into the car: "Driving, you are not allowed to tell anything that happened just now. Violators will be executed by shooting!"

Watching them leave, Jun Lin said to himself: "There is a lack of convenient communication methods...but he has a deep understanding of the candidates..."

Thirty minutes later, another convoy arrived at high speed.

After arriving near King's Landing, the convoy stopped and got out of the car and a group of people.

The leader is a muscular man with a face full of flesh and looks fierce. He puts him on the earth and passes the customs and checks the goods once and every time.

He also held a machete in his arms. Just when Junlin thought the other party was a martial arts powerhouse, the other party had already said directly: "I am the city lord of Black Iron City Paro. Voters, are you going to cooperate with me?"

"Wow." Junlin whistled: "The leader I think is not like you."

The lord of the city of Mengren Paro showed a smug smile on his face: "Strength is the foundation of rule. If you don't have power, how can you convince people?"

"It makes sense." Junlin nodded.

A woman without eyebrows came from Paro. Her pale face looked a bit scary. She was actually not ugly, but her bare face looked uncomfortable.

The woman without eyebrows said, "Linna, the director of the Black Iron Branch of the God Supervision Bureau, but everyone usually calls me White Widow. I like this title."

Is it because Widow White sounds more murderous than Lina?

Junlin already has some understanding of the values ​​of this plane.

He said: "Mr. Landing, a first-level candidate, is my second plane trip. I am new to you, please forgive me."

The machete in Paro's hand was already pointing at Jun Lin: "Give me a reason not to chop you into meat sauce."

Junlin looked at him: "Can you ask about your strength?"

Perhaps because he felt that he was disdainful of answering this question, Paro gave the bearded man next to him a look.

Tiesheng said: "The Lord of Paluo is a great master of martial arts. According to the dimensional level, it is equivalent to the golden level."

"Wow, I guess I have to go through two more planes to compete with you... You can chop me up by yourself." Jun Lin smiled, but he was not afraid at all.

Paro's patience was obviously not very good: "You have one last chance to prevent me from killing you."

King Lin pointed to the ground: "These are the reasons."

"Hmm?" Paro looked at the corpse on the ground.

He didn't react, but instead, Widow Lina, realized something: "You are not in the way of dealing with other candidates?"

Junlin replied: "I offended an enemy, and that guy offered a reward of 50,000 points for my head."

"Fifty thousand points? It's not small for first-level voters." Widow Bai was also shocked by the number: "If you can give out 50,000 points and ask for your head, either he is very strong, and this point is nothing to him, or you offend him deeply."

"It doesn't matter anymore." King's Land replied: "What's important is that there are a large group of voters in this plane who want to use my people to reward them. As long as you know where I am, they will come over like sharks that smell blood... If you have sharks here."
To be continued...