The Dark King

Mellon Consortium, Scavenger Headquarters.

The carriage came galloping and stopped in front of the door.Du Dean stepped down from the carriage and looked up at this huge, sleepy building. He walked up the steps step by step and came to the entrance hall. I saw that it was empty and there were a few consortium scavengers in front of the hall. Pre-announcement tour information.

This announcement board specifically publishes the information required by the scavengers, mainly the changes in the various areas under the Meilong Consortium outside the wall, or the changes in other areas adjacent to it.Du Dian glanced at random when he entered the door. From afar, he could see a piece of information on the notice board. One of the messages was actually the news of District 8. It roughly means that there were walking dead in District 8. It was temporarily blocked. Please pick up waste collectors. Do not enter.

Du Dian knows that, except for the fact that they are occasionally assigned by the consortium to pick up waste in a specific area, when they travel on other occasions, the scavengers are free to move and can go to any scavenger area under the Mellon Consortium without restriction.Therefore, most scavengers will come to understand the latest changes in various areas before each mission, in case they encounter the dangers they face this time.

After all, although these areas have been cleaned, how can the walking dead and monsters ignore the ground lines divided by people, and often break into some areas that have already been scavenged, just like the "dread dyer" that Du Di'an met.

After Du Dian glanced, he followed the corridor inside the hall and walked upstairs.

"Huh, Dean?" Suddenly a voice came.

Du Di'an looked away, but Pat was holding a cup of hot coffee, just came out of the office, smiled slightly, said: "Mr. Pat."

"The materials you picked have not been estimated yet. Are you here?" Pete wondered.

Du Di'an is also strange. Didn't he hear about his own affairs?Suddenly I thought that the hunter's affairs seemed to be kept secret. Ordinary scavengers could only rely on seniority like Scott, and I heard some gossip.It was just that Du Di'an didn't expect that there was no news about his identity. He immediately avoided the topic gently and said, "Let me come over, it seems that there is something wrong with me."

Pete froze for a moment, suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself: "No, even if you doubt, you will not doubt you newcomers..." Looking at Du Di'an's puzzled eyes, he hesitated For a moment, close to Du Dean whispered: "I guess looking for you above is about the walking dead in the eighth district. I have heard about it, and in this accident in the eighth district, a hunter died. The news came from the hunter headquarters a few days ago, to thoroughly investigate your group of scavengers entering the eighth district, but there is no reason to doubt you newcomers, don’t worry too much, just pay attention to it."

Du Di'an couldn't help but stunned, his body's cold hair stood up slightly, just like the instinctive alertness of encountering danger, but soon discovered that he had overreacted, and his face quickly returned to nature, laughing: "It turns out that I am still wondering, thank you Pat Sir's reminder!"

Pete smiled and said, "I look at you very well and work hard!" After that, he left with his hot coffee.

Du Di'an looked back at his leaving, slowly turned back, the smile on his face was gone, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light appeared. He thought that the Hunter Headquarters would survey District 8 at most and find it from the scene. Looking for traces, I did not expect to extend the scope of the thorough investigation to their scavengers. Although he was not afraid, such a big action is enough to show that the hunter headquarters is very serious about this matter!

He quickly recalled the traces he had processed in his mind, and suddenly thought of something. This magic mark is the ability of each hunter. So, will other hunters have any special abilities, such as a keen sense of smell like him?

Thinking of this, his fingers clenched slightly, and his heart made up his mind, even if what was investigated above, he would have to die!

He looked at the steps ahead, his expression calmed down, and he walked step by step.

The Scavenger Headquarters has four floors, and each floor has guard duties. This is a private guard selected from the nobles to which the Mellon Consortium belongs. Only the nobles have the right to recruit private armed forces, but the number of places is limited, which is also the foundation of the consortium. One of the basic requirements.

When he came to the fourth floor, Du Dean stood in front of the cloister and didn't know which room to knock on the door. Suddenly thought of the two attendants by the stairs, he immediately asked them about the room of "Mr. Dudton". The crimson lacquered wooden door in the side of the room lightly knocked.

The door opened, and a middle-aged butler looked at it, and Du Dean glanced up and down, with a smile on his face, saying, "You are Du Dean, a new member of the consortium, please come in."

Du Dean nodded slightly and entered the room.

The brilliant light of Jinbi struck him suddenly, a faint fragrance came from all corners of the room, and the feet he stepped on were extremely soft, actually a deep red blanket.He glanced at the room quickly and precisely, and probably everything fell into his eyes. All the tables, chairs, sofas, desks and oil paintings were extremely expensive, and a graceful and rich atmosphere crowded.

He deeply sighed with luxury in his heart, and looked at the position above the room, under the figure of a huge woman painting. This is a middle-aged man with a strong physique, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bit of a ruthless temperament. At the same time, there was a bit of vicissitudes and laziness. The most striking thing was the side of his chin, near the neck and neck, with a long finger scar.

The location of this scar is shocking, and one cannot help but think that if it deviates further by a half centimeter, the carotid artery may be cut.

"Little guy, come and sit." The middle-aged man looked at Du Dean with a little surprise in his eyes, and said with a smile.

Du Di'an saw him with a gentle attitude, knowing that he wasn't asking himself about the hunter. He was relieved in his heart and went to the sofa opposite him to sit down.

"I have seen your resume. The radiation value measured before was only 0.8, which is less than one!" The middle-aged man "Feiton" gently opened a book on the table and smiled to Du Dean: "This time you just After returning from the wall, the body's radiation value has only just broken, but when you just returned, the body's radiation content is relatively high. After a period of time, the body will automatically adjust and adapt. The radiation content should be reduced by about 0.1. Overall In fact, the radiation content is still less than one, little one, do you know that this is the radiation content only for hunters?"

Du Di'an nodded slightly, not surprisingly.

"So, it's not surprising that you can create a magic mark, but I want to know, where does your magic mark come from?" Audun smiled slightly, but his eyes narrowed slowly, as if in Examine every subtle change on Du Di'an's face.