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Chapter 1702 The Riddler Gets Out of Gotham

partner?

This word made Lin Yue frown.

"Rebels?"

"Of course not, although we have some business dealings."

The more he talked, the more confused Lin Yue became: "What do you mean by that?"

Not a rebel, but have some business dealings with the rebels?

"Let's put it this way, when we engage in the black market, we don't care who the customers are or where they come from. As long as they keep their word and can afford to pay enough, then it's good for you and me and good for everyone. Only by being friendly can we make money, right?"

Now Lin Yue understood that Qian Heyi's performance in the movie really looked like a black market boss.

Countless histories have proven that the tighter you control things like the black market, the stronger it becomes, and it is not a business that ordinary people can get involved in. In the environment where the federal government implements the rationing system, money is of no use and the market loses its freedom. On the surface,

It seems to be fair and good for everyone, but what is the actual situation? People who work hard may say it is not good, and people who live a lazy life say it is good. Whether it is good or bad depends on one's butt.

In the movie, Liu used several fuel cans collected from trucks and exchanged them for protective clothing in Qian Heyi's hands. Only then did he have the opportunity to come to the surface world. At that time, Liu Qi told Han Duoduo that the two clothes were unclean.

The origin is not clean? There are no signs of repair. Where did it come from? People who live and work underground are not issued protective clothing.

This also confirmed from the side that Qian Heyi did not lie to him. Nine out of ten black market merchants have rebels in their client list, and they may be big clients.

"Am I not a police officer?"

"Of course, you are a police officer, but that does not prevent you from being one of ours."

The words were roundabout, but Lin Yue understood.

What do black marketeers need most? A protective umbrella. He even suspected that his identity was not as simple as a protective umbrella. He was most likely like the undercover agent Han Chen sent to the police force in "Infernal Affairs".

"If I were you, I would choose to hire a murderer to kill him instead of going to the HZ dungeon to save people. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Qian Heyi smiled: "You are indeed mistaken. There is really nothing I like about you."

"That means my identity is special?"

"Can't it be that brotherhood is deep and friends are loyal?"

Lin Yue sneered at this statement, because if he and Qian Heyi were good friends, he would never be calm when he saw him return safely. Even if he didn't give him a hug for the rest of his life, he would still shake hands and say, "

"Miss me so much" or something like that.

"In other words, you are showing it to your friends in the HZ dungeon. After all, everyone understands that when a rabbit dies and a fox dies, it will be a great pleasure if they give up on you or sell you at the critical moment."

Not long after the incident happened, they contacted mercenaries to ambush the police car in the tunnel returning to the underground city. This can only mean one thing, that is, he is not the only partner in the police system of HZ underground city, but there are others.

"I said, why can't you think of the good things about people?"

"Occupational disease."

It is indeed an occupational disease, but it is not the kind of occupational disease that police officers treat everyone like a prisoner. It is a sequelae caused by traveling for a long time. If it weren't for this caution, he would definitely have been cheated.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so much. If I have wine now, I'll be drunk now. Being alive is better than anything else."

"One more question, what is your organizational structure and who else is above you?"

"It's not you, it's us." Qian He pressed his hand down and pointed at the injury on the back of his head with a dark face: "Does the doctor say it can be cured?"

"It's possible."

"Then just keep it. Maybe the injury will be healed. You can know the answers to these questions without asking me."

Lin Yue muttered in a low voice: "The Riddler, get out of Gotham."

"What?"

"The Riddler gets out of Gotham."

Qian Heyi opened the storage box behind him, took out a cardboard box and handed it over: "Here."

"What?"

"Eating can calm your emotions, Xiaobao said."

Lin Yue took it and took a look and shouted, "Who is Little Leopard?"

"A waiter in a mahjong parlor. In our line of work, there must be a regular employee to cover us, right?"

"The one who likes wearing bunny girl uniforms?"

Qian Heyi stuffed dried earthworms into his mouth, and was stunned when he heard this: "How do you know this?"

"Educate yourself." Lin Yue smiled at him, picked up a handful of dried earthworms, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice and then spit it out: "It tastes really bad."

"My brain has been injured, but my vengeful temper has not changed at all."

Qian He snatched the carton back with a look of disgust on his face. Are dried earthworms unpalatable? What does he want to eat? Red wine? Steak? Tuna? Who does he think he is? A senior official of the federal government? Just earthworms, ordinary things.

People are also distributed according to proportions. It is good to be able to eat earthworm skewers two or three times a week.

"Are you familiar with me?"

"Absolutely, we are young."

"Do you think I can fool you just because I have lost my memory?"

If he trusted people so easily, he wouldn't be Lin Yue.

Qian Heyi said: "I really didn't lie to you."

Lin Yue said: "Where is the evidence?"

The two of them were talking about true and false, false and true, and no one could tell the true from the false. The driver in front braked and said, "We're here."

"Where are you?"

"BJ."

Qian He threw the ID tag he had prepared to him: "Get out of the car and sneak in first. I have to find time to have plastic surgery for you and get you a new identity. It's all troublesome."

Lin Yue fixed it and got out of the car after Qian Yi.



Half a month later.

Lin Yue looked at himself in the mirror and said he didn't recognize him. It would be an exaggeration to say he hasn't changed. That would be a 100% lie. He had a slight plastic surgery on his nose, tattooed a small flame on his face, and changed his hairstyle.

Change, now standing in front of people like Dahua and Zhou Qian, you would never recognize them unless you look carefully.

Qian Heyi sat on the sofa in the back, throwing up the baseball in his hand, catching it, throwing it up again, and catching it again.

"How's it going? He's much more handsome than before. With your first brother's skills and skills, BJ Dungeon is second to none, and no one dares to be first. Here, this is a new ID card." He threw it to him as he spoke.

A card: "Mechanic, you want it. But having said that, can you repair cars? If you mess up, I'm not responsible for making money. Why don't you just stay in the mahjong parlor and show me the place?"

Lin Yue ignored this, put his ID card in his pocket, and walked outside.

"Hey, don't go. Why are you going?"

"Neighborhood Committee."

"Why are you going to the neighborhood committee?" Qian Heyi quickly got up from the sofa, threw the baseball away, and quickly caught up with him.

"Go to the neighborhood committee to report the problem."

"What problem does it reflect? I think you are looking for trouble because you are afraid that others will not know that you are a fake."

Lin Yue said: "Let me put it another way, I'm too lazy to stay here and look at your face, okay?"

This is true, because I have seen Qian Heyi's face in the mirror for more than 40 years, and every time I talk to him, I have a strange feeling.

Brother Yi was very depressed. He touched his face and whispered, "Am I ugly?"

When he reacted, Lin Yue had already left the room and walked outside.

Protective suits, masks, tritium battery rods, drones...all kinds of equipment are piled on the ground. In the corner stands an old-fashioned S1 exoskeleton armor. Oh, to be considered an antique, it needs to be left on the coffee table.

The Xiaobawang game console on the Internet is the most collectible.

Further outside is the mahjong parlor, which can be described as "smoky". Well, except for the little leopard Qian Heyi said, she is ogling him at this moment, causing a man next to him to lose two months just to get her.

The man who was supplying the supplies was furious.

Lin Yue ignored the looks and expressions of these people, left the so-called "entertainment center", turned left to Wangfujing, and walked straight into the corridor leading to the neighborhood committee without even looking at the newly posted juice poster at the door of the fast food restaurant diagonally opposite.

"How dare you call a container the size of your index finger a big cup?"

It's been half a month, and he still hasn't adapted to life in the dungeon.
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