Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1014 982: Sin City

Here, there exists another kind of life, called degeneration! Angels who have fallen from Heaven live here, reduced to lower creatures surviving alongside the plague with broken wings.

On the towering walls are graffiti of angels turning into demons, bloody massacres, and naked women—this place is steeped in endless sin, and thus known as Sin City.

Sin City is a forbidden place in Palermo, home to different races, comprising failed mafia families, exotic terrorists, and countless small gangs and organizations, living alongside 'Vaganae,' all are places neglected by Palermo, mysterious, dark, and fearfully out of sight.

A shadow of a human limps towards a small bar, it's not yet sunset, but the neon lights are already flickering everywhere, crackling dangerously, ready to shatter into shards of glass from old age at any moment.

The crippled man wipes his nose with a grimy sleeve, pushing open the wooden door, the booming music roars instantly, even standing in the street, the eardrums feel like they're being split.

"Cripple, you're here again today!" a waiter with a tray shouts at the cripple, here you have to shout, otherwise, you won't hear a thing.

The cripple laboriously climbs onto a chair, his murky eyes stare with a gaping mouth, emitting a foul stench from his yellow teeth.

"Oh, my God, just look how long it's been since he brushed his teeth!" a young guy behind the bar screams with a weird voice, banging a bottle down in front of the cripple. "Oh, no, no, just don't speak, take your drink to the side!"

The cripple doesn't get angry, his trembling hand grabs the bottle's neck, wobbling sideways down from the high stool, obediently moving towards the corner.

In fact, the cripple isn't short, possibly because of his crippled leg, making him appear more lopsided, one shoulder high, one shoulder low, long hair covering more than half his face, with a stench that is unbearable.

Leaning against the wall, the cripple drinks slowly, under the dim light, his nose hissing as if with endless mucus, as people pass by towards the restroom, they curse at him, for his crippled foot often trips people, leading to frequent beatings! The barkeep often kindly intervenes, chasing away those patrons, but the beatings never cease. Over time, no one stands up for him anymore, watching as he's kicked like a dog becomes a local spectacle, and no one knows why the cripple appears at the same time, grabs a bottle, then gets beaten and tossed into the back alley, afterwards, nobody remembers such a cripple existed.

Today, the cripple seems a bit different, he obediently leans against the wall, shrinking his foot as much as possible towards the side, staying close to the rack for empty bottles, this is a seldom-tread passageway.

"Hey, cripple, don't stand there, move aside!" A bar attendant waves him away, signaling him to leave, today is unusually crowded, business is too good to speak of results, if because of this cripple the stacked bottles get smashed, then they'll surely have their wages docked by the boss.

The cripple nods, hides the bottle inside his clothes, drags his lame leg a few steps forward, disappearing from their sight.

"Look, that cripple's about to get beaten again!" someone laughs maliciously, staring at the cripple's retreating figure.

"Oh, yeah, look where he's headed, come on, let's go watch!"

"Are you two tired of living?" a seemingly seasoned bartender hurriedly stopped them. "The boss said be well-behaved today, inside are big shots, anyone not wishing to die, go work—the tables over there need cleaning!"

The noise from behind was loud, pretending not to hear wasn't possible; the cripple stopped after a few steps, slowly turned around glancing at the people at the rear, then continued forward. His right hand tucked inside his large shabby trench coat, the bottle hidden under the shoulder, his nose spraying moisture, he laboriously dragged his foot forward.

"Stop!" A big bulky figure blocked the path, the cripple slowly raised his head, exclaiming, then turned to leave.

"Heard that Xiao Lin showed up in this area a few days ago, the boss wants us to..." Right as the cripple intended to turn away, he was caught by the big bulky figure's arm.

"Shut your mouths, you two!" he barked at them, copper bell-like eyes glaring at the cripple, a head shorter than himself. "Damn it, those bastards still haven't arrived, I'm about to puke blood from waiting, figure if this is the cripple?"

"The cripple?"

"The cripple!" two men emerged, instantly burst out laughing at the trembling figure in fright. "That's right, it's him, the living signboard of this bar, no matter how much he's beaten, he won't die, the cripple."

"Then that's perfect! I'm fuming with rage and have nowhere to vent. You'll do!"

"No, no, sir, not today!" The cripple shook his head, muttering incoherently, his body curling backward, eyeing on colliding with the rack behind, being lifted entirely by the big body, feet leaving the ground about three to four centimeters.

Cough cough cough! The cripple nervously grasped the big figure's wrist, but the hand hidden within his coat refused to emerge, coughing violently, the stench from his mouth infuriated the bulky figure.

"Damn it! Like a cesspit."

Bang! The neatly stacked shelves scattered all over the floor, the sound of glass shards flying through the air. The cripple was buried within, glass everywhere on his body, his head smashed with a blood hole, with blood gushing out.

The big guy stepped forward, stomping on the debris, lifting him up and flinging him against the wall. The cripple bounced back and fell to the ground, motionless, a puddle flowing from beneath him—it was the wine bottle he had crushed, his right hand still stuffed inside his shirt.

"Get up, don't play dead with me!" The big guy kicked the cripple, his motionless body thrown into the air like a sandbag, before crashing back down on the ground.

Those watching were terrified, surely, the cripple wouldn't survive this! It was everyone's thought, behind the scenes of the spectacle, there was a hint of sympathy.

Uh-hmm! The cripple moved slightly, letting out a long groan, the big guy walked a few steps and turned his head, seeing the motionless cripple seemingly trying to get up.

He stared in disbelief for a while, then charged over. "Forget it, we have important guests today, don't cause a commotion, the boss wouldn't be happy about it." The other two immediately held the big guy back, after all, it's just a cripple, just playing around, no need to be serious.

Once the cripple stood steadily with a stagger, he looked at the smashed wine bottles on the ground, more than half of his face bloodied, unrecognizable.

"He really is the unkillable cripple!"

"Wow, is this still a human? Can't die even like this!"

The shouting surpassed all layers, not for the big guy, but for this unkillable cripple.

The big guy roared, shaking off the two men beside him, swinging his fist towards the cripple's face.

Bang! A solid hit on the cripple's head, the whole body recoiled, then the big guy lifted his right leg and kicked towards his abdomen. "Today, I must beat you to death!"

"Ah!" Someone screamed aloud, when a lean young man, at the nick of time, blocked the big guy's foot with one arm, followed by a crashing sound, the big guy being flipped into the air, rolling and landing before the shelves where the cripple had fallen, the empty bottle racks crashing on his head.

"Who are you?" Seeing the big guy knocked down, the two men rushed over, but suddenly pulled back their feet, noticing a large dog emerging from behind this young man, standing between them.

"Can you get up?" The young man reached out his hand to the cripple.

"Can you buy me a drink?"

"As much as you want!"

The big guy shook his body, climbing up from the ground, pushing past the two in front, pulling his left fist, kicking his right leg towards the cripple, everyone thought his target would be the young man, but they were all wrong.

The cripple hadn't realized what was happening when he felt a gust of wind whoosh by, the person promising him a drink had already moved from his right to his left.

"Remember I'm Xiao Lin, the one you've been waiting for!"

"What, you're Xiao Lin?" Before the two could react, they saw Xiao Lin step forward, lifting his foot and kicking the big guy's chest, sending him back to where he stood, forcefully stomping on him before he could get up, crossing his arms over his head, with a snapping sound, the whole head spun 360 degrees under his force.

No blood! The guy just died like that!

Xiao Lin sneered, his ten fingers clawed into his neck, pulling upwards, yanking the head off. "Go report, the person they've been waiting for has arrived!"

Surviving in Sin City, none are benign, but witnessing someone tearing another like a beast was the first time. "Still not leading the way?" Xiao Lin chuckled at the two men petrified in front of him. "I don't want to be late!"

The cripple suddenly tugged at Xiao Lin's sleeve, his face smeared with blood, shaking his head at him.

"Ah, your drinks! Why don't you come in with me, there should be plenty inside!"

The cripple nodded, on the face which couldn't be discerned, he seemed to be smiling! But no one heard his laughter. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)