In the modern world, bounty hunter is not a very glorious profession.

Due to their profit-seeking nature, bounty hunters do not care about so-called good and evil, they only come for world points.

In terms of professionalism, they can hardly compare with the regular mercenaries under Modern International.

In terms of morality, the Aomori Ranger who spontaneously upholds justice is obviously more admired by the world.

In terms of freedom, even the Modernists who are managed by the Modernist Guild have more freedom than bounty hunters who must abide by professional rules.

But we have to admit that no matter how terrible bounty hunters are, the modern world still needs them.

After all, in this increasingly chaotic era, what is most lacking is wallets and people with empty pockets who are willing to take risks.

At this moment, in the bounty club of the metropolis, a young bounty hunter stood in front of the bulletin board, staring at the wanted posters on it in a daze.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward resolutely and peeled off the wanted posters.

The bounty hunters around cast their eyes towards this young colleague, but after seeing the peeled wanted poster, they all looked away at the same time.

They discussed loudly, their words full of disgust and sarcasm.

"I never thought that at this age, there would still be people who would go against the Redemption Road."

"I'm telling you, the officials of the Redemption Road are not ordinary people. You're really brave to think of causing trouble for them."

"Courage? That's because you haven't seen the cruel methods of the Redemption Road. I've seen many fools like this, and they all ended up in a bad way."

"Forget it, why bother about other people's lives? Just drink, drink..."

The various sarcasm and ridicule towards his young colleagues gradually turned into toasts at the wine table, and no one paid attention to this novice who had just become a bounty hunter not long ago.

But he ignored the other bounty hunters and just silently looked down at the three wanted posters.

"Quidlu, a native of Kazekyo, a member of the Redemption Heaven Road cadre, a former sumo wrestler, with a bounty of 5 million world points."

"Moriton, the spirit of the street lamp flower, a Nile man from the desert, a cadre of the Redemption Heavenly Road, a blasphemous mystic, bounty of 2,250,000 world points."

"Ice Pea Shooter, Black Ice, Redemption Sky Road cadre, Federation A-level wanted criminal, bounty of 7.79 million world points."

Three cadres of the Redemption Heaven Road? No, they are three criminals who have committed many evil deeds.

Recalling those eyes full of expectation and helplessness, the young bounty hunter took a deep breath and clenched the sharp boomerang in his hand.

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On the edge of War Zone 59, in an Imperial outpost.

The checkpoint, which was supposed to be manned, was now filled with the smell of blood.

A group of werewolf zombies covered with white hair came out of nowhere and were slaughtering the imperial soldiers in the outpost.

The sudden, sharp and piercing wolf howl was a prelude to the attack on the outpost.

The werewolf zombies, who were more cruel and bloodthirsty than the imperial soldiers, swept through the entire outpost in an instant at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The imperial soldiers standing guard outside the outpost were torn to pieces by the attackers before they even had time to fire a shot.

The werewolf zombies howled wildly and rushed straight into the outpost.

Their thick hair gleamed with white zombie spiritual power, blocking the bullets that were madly pouring down from the imperial soldiers.

Under the incredulous gazes of the imperial soldiers, the werewolf zombies grinned and showed their long-sharpened claws.

The bloody mouth aimed at the imperial soldier's throat and bit down hard.

Fresh blood spurted out from the breach, as enchanting as the blood-red fountain in the central square of the Wan Guo Magic City.

The sharp claws flashing with cold light stabbed out with force and pierced directly through the heart of an imperial soldier.

The lifeless body was thrown aside with great force and smashed into a mess against the wall.

After a frenzied massacre, all that remained on the ground were a pile of broken limbs and black blood that had not yet dried.

"A hunting pack of wolf... werewolf zombies? How... how could they appear here?!"

The captain of the Imperial squadron who was in charge of guarding this place had his hands and feet cut off, and was dragged by two werewolf zombies with blood still oozing from their mouths, and thrown into the open space in front of the outpost.

He looked around in disbelief. The outpost had been completely destroyed and he was the only survivor.

Not far away came a sound that shook the earth; it was the sound of cavalry charging.

Dozens of tall werewolf zombies riding on snow-white war wolves appeared in front of the imperial squadron leader.

The werewolf zombie in the lead was an extremely burly giant.

His upper body was naked, and his body was covered with hideous red lines.

On his face painted with white oil paint, there were a pair of blood-red eyes that were intimidating without even being angry.

The giant snow-white wolf under his mount should not be underestimated, as it exudes a chilling wild aura.

The rest of the wolf riders gathered around the giant and his wolf, like a pack of wolves guarding their leader.

“You…you…why…”

The captain of the Imperial squadron raised his head with difficulty and looked into the eyes of the giant.

"God of Immortality, you despicable foreigners, but you have kidnapped the treasure of the Great Hunter?"

The giant spoke coldly, barely able to suppress his anger.

"Pearl? What...what is that?"

The captain of the Imperial squadron was stunned. He had no idea what the other party was talking about.

"Tell me! Where did you foreigners take her?"

The giant snow-white wolf leaped up in front of the imperial squadron leader and scratched a bloody mark on the latter's throat with its claws. The threat was self-evident.

"I...I really don't know...what pearl you are talking about is..."

The captain of the Imperial squadron let out the throat of a dying man and died right in front of the wolf riders.

Under the influence of the pheromones constantly released by the werewolf zombies around him, the imperial squadron captain died of extreme fear.

"Damn it! This weak foreigner!"

The giant made a noise of annoyance before leaping off his mount and ripping the Imperial squadron leader's body in half.

"Zhan Kui, he didn't lie. This foreigner really doesn't know the whereabouts of the little princess."

The young wolf rider at the side suddenly spoke up. He had just used his divine skill of identifying lies.

The giant known as the War Chief took a deep breath, then jumped onto the wolf and gave orders to the wolf riders and werewolf zombies:

"Let's go. Even if we have to turn this place upside down, we must find the treasure of the Great Hunter back for him!"

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"Dear Second Boss, we have received an invitation to an auction."

In a luxuriously decorated residence in the metropolis, a double-barreled pea shooter named Zhi Ling, dressed in a suit and tie, was respectfully reporting to his superior.

To be able to make this twin-shot pea shooter Zhi Ling, who is obviously a gangster boss, so respectful, the second boss he mentioned must be a very powerful person.

But the person sitting in front of the double-shot pea shooter spirit was a pea shooter spirit with gray hair and a thin face.

The old man wore a top hat and a green coat. His left hand shone with a unique metallic luster, and he was leaning on an exquisite cane.

But those who know his identity will not ignore this elderly pea shooter spirit.

Mendel's Hand, an underground gang that only accepts pea plant spirits as members.

It originated in the Sicily region of the Federation and is now the largest and most powerful mafia organization in the entire modern world.

Rumor has it that the Godfather of Mendel's Hand can influence the situation of the entire federation with just a wave of his hand.

Of course, the reality is not as exaggerated as the rumors, but it is absolutely beyond doubt that he has a considerable say in the upper class of the federation.

Mendel's Hand, like the empire, follows strict class etiquette, and the lower ranks must completely obey the higher ranks.

Not only can the number of pea plant spirits who serve as second bosses be counted on one hand, but their status is only second to that of the Godfather.

Just a few words can shake a city.

The second boss stationed in Metropolis is named Richard. He is a capable subordinate of the Godfather and is mainly responsible for the smuggling business between the Federation and the Empire.

But just looking at his appearance, no one would believe that this old man with a kind face like the grandfather next door would be a high-ranking mafia second-in-command with blood on his hands.

"Oh, auction, which force is it from?"

A majestic and steady male voice sounded, with a hint of curiosity.

"It is the infamous road to salvation."

Hearing the words "Road to Redemption", Richard couldn't help but stop dozing and opened his deep green eyes.

"In that case, then send someone... no... I'll go there myself."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."