The caravan guard gasped in fear, like a prey bitten by a wild beast. The severe pain in his cheek made him not even have the courage to struggle.

The soldiers led by Paladin froze in place, subconsciously keeping a distance from Kino.

Almost no one could clearly see the lightning-fast scene just now, and it was even more difficult to believe that it was done by this useless officer. This made the soldiers who had disrespected Kino couldn't help but feel terrified.

Kino took back his hand and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a drop of blood stained on his cuff, the shape of which was like a plum blossom. It was stained from the stabbing just now.

Great artists often have eccentricities, such as Salvador Dali's extreme narcissism and Leonardo da Vinci's polyphasic sleep.

Kino also has his own quirks, one of the more common ones is mysophobia.

In movies, the image of a killer is often covered in blood and sticky like pulp.

But in Kino's eyes, this image is simply that of a barbarian with mental problems.

He loves cleanliness very much, so much so that when he processes people, he will deliberately avoid open wounds that are prone to bleeding.

If he must see blood, he will wear gloves to control the angle of bleeding from the wound. Blood on the skin or clothes is never allowed.

Just now he stabbed the caravan guard in the cheek with a knife, and the guy subconsciously turned his head. The blood on his cuffs came from that time.

Kino subconsciously took out a tissue and wiped it. It would have been better if he didn't wipe it, but as soon as he wiped it, the blood spread directly, making it even dirtier and ugly.

His thin lips were pressed into a parallel line, and his face was expressionless, but that didn't mean he wasn't angry, but that he was so angry that he didn't know what expression to use to convey his emotions.

The five fingers wrapped in white gloves closed together and turned into a twisted afterimage in the air.

"Crack!" A scalp-numbing shattering sound came, and Kino's index finger shattered the caravan guard's throat bone and trachea together.

The caravan guard struggled for his life, with blood congestion constantly appearing in his throat, and his eyeballs covered with blood spots from broken capillaries. He wanted to inhale hard, and he didn't care even if his cheek was cut even more by the blade, but because his throat was shattered, there was nothing on his chest.

Ups and downs, just like that, they gradually lost their movement in the suffocation.

The corpse was nailed next to the carriage, with eyes still closed, and there was only the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Kino walked up to a soldier and pointed to the knife on his waist, and the latter handed it over honestly.

Kino cut off the bloody part of his cuff and threw it aside.

The soldier looked at the carriage curtain and reminded softly: "Master Civil Affairs Officer, he..."

In the attack just now, before the arrow struck, Milo had already hid in the carriage in advance and escaped temporarily.

Kino made a gesture, and the soldiers quickly gathered around and dragged Milo out together with his demented son, waiting to be punished.

Paladin asked tentatively: "Why kill them? Are these people smugglers?"

Kino walked up to Milo and said calmly: "My friend, if you can, please demonstrate it."

"Yes...yes..." Milo was so frightened that he did whatever he was told. He put his index and middle fingers into his mouth, kept picking at his throat, and finally started to vomit with a vomit.

Under the astonished gaze of the soldiers, Milo vomited out bags after bags of packaging. The packaging bags were made of some kind of transparent and colorless material. Through the stomach acid stained on the surface, one could vaguely see the blue crystals in the bags - salt.

crystal.

Kino stretched out the knife and tapped Milo's middle finger knuckle and the dark scar on the tiger's mouth: "People who induce vomiting need to stick their fingers into the throat, because the vomiting center in the medulla oblongata is out of control, causing the jaw to tighten, and people often accidentally

Bite these two locations."

Seeing the soldiers looking at each other at a loss, as if they had seen a ghost, Kino was a little confused: "What? You have never seen a human body transporting salt?"

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

This sentence reminded Chino, who frowned and looked at the transparent packaging bags containing salt crystals. Judging from the material, they should be plastic.

Here’s the problem, even in the world he once lived in, after two industrial revolutions, phenolic plastics didn’t arrive until 1909.

For this feudal era, possessing plastic so early was something that went against the course of history.

It’s no wonder that the Doguland border guards and even the royal family are helpless about smuggling. This method of transportation is unprecedented for them.

Of course, the technology tree of this world cannot be completely understood from a modern perspective.

When Kino Bingzhu was reading at night, he had seen in books that there were many strange alchemy, industrial knowledge, biological illustrations, chemical ideas, etc. in this world, which were all completely different from the knowledge system in the previous life.

It is not unusual for things to be different from the historical process of previous lives.

After all, his time-travel was not to go back to ancient times in history, but to be thrown into a completely unfamiliar world by the Supreme Being, where the physical rules, chemical elements, and even the basic laws may be different.

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

However, since the soldiers could not recognize plastic, it means that it has not been invented before, but it is used by smugglers for transportation, which is very intriguing.

Kino asked Milo: "Who gave you the bag of salt crystals?"

Milo trembled and said: "I don't know... We never have direct contact with our superiors and subordinates. We only agree on the location through letters and burn them after reading them. No-contact transactions..."

Seeing Milo's frightened look, Chino knew that he really didn't know anything, and using slow processing to interrogate him was just a waste of time.

At this time, Milo knelt on his knees, crawled over like a dog, and kowtowed in front of Kino: "Sir... I... can I take my son away? I swear I will never do anything illegal again.

!You...you promised me that you would not kill me or my son..."

"Yes, I promised, 'I won't kill you and your son.'" Kino didn't even look at Milo, as if he was just a corpse, "But my soldiers will."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers swung their sabers and slashed at Milo, leaving hideous blood marks one after another on his body.

However, because they noticed Kino's mysophobia, the soldiers did not dare to attack the bleeding artery, and were unable to hack Milo to death for a while.

"Ah! Ah! No... no..." Milo cried, protecting his demented son, letting the blade slash at him, and begged in a hoarse voice, "Sir! At least please let my son go.

! All the fault is mine, I admit my guilt! Please let him go!"

Kino looked sideways at Milo and asked sarcastically: "Let him go? Wait until he grows up and comes to me with a knife to avenge his father?"

"No... no no no! He won't do it!!!" Milo grasped a life-saving straw. He held his son's head and showed his demented face to Kino, "He was cursed by the gods.
Chapter completed!