The caravan guard gasped in fear, like prey bitten by a wild beast, and the sharp pain in his cheeks gave him no courage to struggle.

The soldiers led by Paladin froze in place, subconsciously keeping their distance from Chino.

Almost no one could see the lightning-fast scene just now, and it was even harder to believe that it was from the hands of this waste commander, which made the soldiers who had been disrespectful to Chino shudder.

Chino withdrew his hand, and was about to say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a drop of blood stained on his cuff, which was like a plum blossom, which was stained by the stabbing just now.

Great artists tend to have quirks, such as Salvador Dalí's extreme narcissism, Leonardo da Vinci's polyphasic sleep.

Chino also has his own quirks, which are more common – cleanliness.

In the movie, the image of a murderer is often covered in blood and sticky as pulp.

But in Chino's eyes, this image is simply a barbarian with a brain problem.

He loves cleanliness so much that when he processes people, he deliberately avoids open wounds that are prone to blood.

If he must see blood, he will wear gloves to control the angle of bleeding from the wound, and it is never allowed to stain blood on his skin or clothing.

Just now he stabbed the caravan guard in the cheek with a knife, this guy subconsciously twisted his head, and the blood on his cuffs was stained at that time.

Chino subconsciously took out a tissue and wiped it, but it was okay not to wipe it, but the blood spread directly and became more dirty and ugly.

His thin lips were pursed into a parallel line, and there was no expression on his face, but it did not mean that he was not angry, but he was so angry that he did not know what expression to use to convey his emotions.

The five fingers wrapped in white gloves folded together and distorted into the air.

"Click!" There was a scalp-tingling cracking sound, and Chino's fingers shattered the caravan guard's throat bones, along with the trachea.

The caravan guard struggled desperately, blood kept appearing in his throat, his eyes were full of blood spots with broken capillaries, he wanted to inhale hard, and he didn't care if his cheek was cut even more by the blade, but because his throat was shattered, his chest did not rise and fall, and he gradually stopped moving in the suffocation.

The corpses were nailed to the side of the carriage, dead and unsightly, only the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Chino walked over to one of the soldiers and pointed to the knife at his waist, who honestly handed it over.

Chino cut off the bloodied part of the cuff and tossed it aside.

The soldier looked at the curtain of the carriage and reminded softly, "Your Excellency, he..."

In the attack just now, before the arrows attacked, Mirlo had already hid in the carriage in advance and escaped for the time being.

Chino gestured, and the soldiers quickly gathered around and dragged Millo out along with his demented son, waiting for him to fall.

Paladin tentatively asked, "Why kill them, are these people smugglers?" ”

Chino walked up to Mirlo and said calmly, "My friend, if you can, please demonstrate." ”

"It's... It's..."Mirlo was already so frightened that he could do whatever he wanted. He poked his index and middle fingers into his mouth, kept digging his throat, and finally began to vomit with a grunt.

Under the stunned gaze of the soldiers, Mirlo spat out bag after bag of packaging, which was some kind of transparent colorless material, and through the stomach acid on the surface, the blue crystals in the bag—salt crystals, could be faintly seen.

Chino stretched out his knife and tapped the dull scar on the knuckle of Mirlo's middle finger and the tiger's mouth: "People who induce vomiting need to put their fingers into their throats, because the vomiting center of the medulla oblongata is uncontrolled, causing the jaw to retract, and often inadvertently bites these two places." ”

Seeing the soldiers looking at each other, at a loss, and looking like they had seen a ghost, Chino was a little puzzled: "What?" You've never seen a human body transport salt? ”

"Never," Paladin shook his head in confusion and swallowed his throat, "Why didn't the salt crystals dissolve in his body?" ”

This sentence reminded Chino, who frowned at the transparent bags containing salt crystals, which should be plastic from the material.

The problem is that even in the world in which he lived, after two industrial revolutions, phenolic plastics were not until 1909.

For this feudal era, owning plastic so early is a thing that goes against the course of history.

It is no wonder that the Dogurand border guards, and even the royal family, are helpless against smuggling, this mode of transportation has never been seen before for them.

Of course, the tech tree of this world cannot be fully understood from a modern point of view.

When Chino was reading at night, he had seen in a book that there were many strange alchemy in this world, industrial knowledge, biological illustrated books, chemical ideas, etc., all of which were very different from the knowledge system of the previous life, and it was not uncommon for things to appear different from the historical process of the previous life.

After all, his crossing was not to travel back to ancient times, but to be thrown into a completely strange world by the Supreme Being, where the rules of physics, chemical elements, and even the fundamental laws may be different.

To put it mildly, 1+1 here is not necessarily equal to 2.

However, since the soldiers did not recognize plastic, it is intriguing that it was not invented before, but was used by smugglers for transportation.

Chino asked Mirlo, "Who gave you the bag of salt crystals?" ”

Mirlo shuddered, "I don't know... We never have direct contact with the upper and lower families, they are all letters at the agreed place, and they are burned immediately after reading, and there is no contact transaction..."

Looking at Mirlo's frightened look, Chino knew that he really didn't know anything, and it was just a waste of time to use slow processing to force questions.

At this time, Mirlo got down on his knees, crawled over like a dog, and kowtowed in front of Chino: "My lord... I... Can I take my son with me? I swear I'll never do anything illegal again! You... You promised me that you wouldn't kill me and my son..."

"Yes, I promised 'I won't kill you and your son'." Chino didn't even look at Mirlo, as if he were just a corpse, "But my soldiers would." ”

As he spoke, the soldiers swung their sabers and slashed at Mirlo, slashing at him with hideous blood marks one after another.

However, because they noticed Chino's cleanliness, the soldiers did not dare to attack the blood-rushing artery, and for a while they could not directly hack Mirlo to death.

"Ahh Yes!! No... No—" Mirlo cried to protect his demented son, letting the blade slash at him, hissing and pleading, "My lord! Please spare my son at least! It's all my fault, and I confess my guilt! Please let him go! ”

Chino looked sideways at Mirlo and asked sarcastically, "Let him go?" When he grows up, he will come to me with a knife to avenge his father? ”

"No... No, no, no! He won't!! Mirlo grabbed his son's head as he held his son's head and showed Chino his demented face, "He is cursed by the gods, often even I don't recognize him, and he will never seek revenge on you!" Please spare him... This is my only son... Please... Please..."