"By the way, Kamdai Yunhe's new mechanical limbs have directional infrasonic weapons," Kamdai Yunluo smiled and stood up and left, leaving Qingchen sitting alone in the Black Swan restaurant, waiting for the drunkards to wake up...
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Qingchen murmured to himself: "After they finished drinking, they left in a graceful manner. I still have to wait here for Jiu Mengzi. What's the matter?"
City No. 22 is destined to be sleepless tonight.
In the past, the city-wide manhunts were not as exaggerated as today. After the garrison sealed off various districts, they immediately transferred field troops from outside the city and began to investigate the entire lower three districts.
But this is destined to be a fruitless investigation.
Investigating slums is inherently thankless, as 50% of the city’s population is gathered here, and many people don’t even have electronic identity cards at all, so they are all illegal households.
If we really strictly investigate the immigrant population, I'm afraid half of the people in the slums will have to be arrested.
Therefore, all the presidents of various societies can only be called in for questioning and told to strictly investigate the suspects.
In the large conference room of the PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of club brothers. He had not yet thought that the current incident would have anything to do with him.
After all, how could such a big thing involve them?
As the saying goes, if you are upright, you are not afraid of slanted shadows. Zhang Qinghuan is not nervous at all.
The door to the conference room opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood in front of everyone.
A big brother from the club came over and said, "Sir, we have met before..."
Before he finished speaking, the officer kicked him several meters away and he was lying on the ground coughing up blood.
Everyone present was immediately shocked. It seemed like today was a big event!
The middle-aged soldier said coldly: "You must have heard about what happened today. I will give you an 8-hour deadline. Each of you should send me 8 suspected targets. Don't use civilians to make up the numbers for me.
I want those real gangsters, do you understand?"
Under normal circumstances, the murderer has more or less connections with these people. These people are also the most knowledgeable and can always find out something through interrogation.
But when the big brothers in the club heard about it, they found out that it was still the same old inspection method, which was easy to handle.
Zhang Qinghuan became even happier when he heard this.
There are seven gangsters hanging outside their pigeon cage, and where is a thief? Doesn't this just happen to be alive?
Just use it to collect tasks.
In fact, there is a reason why the PCE Public Security Management Committee does not like to deal with the bad things in the slums.
In fact, every case involving this place is a confusing one and cannot be investigated clearly.
The best solution is to let the lowest-level associations use people to fool them, and then they go to fool their superiors. Anyway, life goes by like this.
Eight out of ten cases were successful, so the bonus will not be delayed.
This system, which seems prosperous, is actually decaying from the bottom up.
Therefore, once the parent-teacher association system is formed, they will indeed be able to do things that even PCE cannot do.
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In front of the Pigeon Cage Building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps at the door from night to morning.
In the past, he would never have dared to stay outside alone at night, and would have found an unrented room in the building to hide.
But things are different now. The lights are brightly lit in front of the Pigeon Cage Building, and there are security teams patrolling the art society. No one will commit any murders here.
At dawn, the figure he was looking forward to finally appeared.
I saw Qingchen slowly walking over and putting the brown paper bag in his hand into the little boy's hand: "Here, there are 12 buns in it. Eat it quickly. It shouldn't be cool yet."
With that said, he walked upstairs again.
Zhang Mengqian followed Qingchen and hesitated for a long time without asking anything.
It wasn't until he entered the house that he spoke: "Boss, are you responsible for the commotion in the city? I heard that a big shot in the Age of Gods was assassinated. He didn't die, but was seriously injured."
Qingchen glanced at him: "Don't ask so many questions... tell Lao Luo that I'm back. Remember, only tell him."
Zhang Mengqian stopped talking. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.
Such a fierce boss suddenly said that there were more important things, and then something like this happened in the city.
No matter what Zhang Mengqian thinks, he knows that this must have been done by the boss.
At this moment, the video of the battle between Qingchen and Jindai Yunhe has gradually spread on the federal network. It was taken by residents of the fifth district next to the battlefield. There are many versions.
As the two figures intertwined, even mobile phone cameras with such powerful motion capture capabilities were unable to capture clearly what was going on.
Everyone could only see their afterimages in the camera lens. In the pure and ferocious hand-to-hand combat, every fist and foot collision was like thunder.
Finally, the sound of sniper gunfire in the distance accompanied the serious injury of Jindai Yunhe, and the video ended.
Zhang Mengqian silently took another look at the video on his old mobile phone. This phone was bought second-hand from someone else, and the screen was cracked into a spider web.
Bravo.
The little boy sighed with emotion. He actually wanted to go to Brother Xiaoqi right now, borrow his cell phone, and watch all the videos again.
"Boss, you said I can't follow your path, is it because of my eyes?" Zhang Mengqian asked keenly.
Qingchen was silent for a moment: "Yes."
After saying that, he fell into a deep sleep.
Qingchen needs time, he needs more time to recover from his injuries.
Zhang Mengqian thought for a moment, glanced at Qingchen who was sleeping, and then called Lao Luo: "Please come over."
After Lao Luo personally guarded the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the Black Heart Clinic in District 9. He hesitated for a long time, and finally opened the door and walked in.
"Hello, I would like to ask if there is anyone selling eyeballs here. I want to transplant eyeballs," Zhang Mengqian said.
The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: "Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable. Boy, do you have money?"
"I do," Zhang Mengqian said stubbornly: "Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?"
The old doctor said: "Then we have to draw your blood and test it first, then send out your matching type and wait for someone to sell it."
The little boy struggled for a long time: "Isn't there anyone who donates?"
The old doctor was happy: "This thing is so valuable, and it's too late for anyone to sell it for money. Who will donate it for free? Even if someone does donate, it will still be sold for money. Do you think if someone donates, it will be donated to you?"
The little boy was silent for a long time: "Then can I buy donations from others?"
"Okay," the old doctor said with a smile, "I will help you find a donor."
Zhang Mengqian immediately understood that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send matching information and rewards to those who sell organs, and would never seriously look for a donor.
Zhang Mengqian was also unable to confirm whether the eyeballs were donated.
In the end, he will become the kind of person he hates most, or at least an accomplice.
But...is it really impossible?
The video of the boss fight seemed to have opened the door to a new world in his life. If he could be as powerful as the boss, he would be able to go to many places, see many scenery, and do many things.
Life will never be the same again.
But does it really have to be done at this cost?
Zhang Mengqian was silent for a long time: "I don't want it anymore."
With that said, he turned around and ran out.
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"Everyone, please gather downstairs. Everyone, those sleeping, working, making babies, wiping babies, all stop what they are doing and gather downstairs for me," Zhang Qinghuan held a
said the loudspeaker as it moved around the Pigeon Cage Building.
The owners in the building all looked at it in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
Qingchen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.
Zhang Qinghuan continued: "Today we are carrying out the disinfection work of the entire building, killing insects and sterilization, and giving everyone a clean accommodation environment. Please cooperate. If you don't cooperate, there may be a bloody disaster."
The club's work, even the sterilization work, is full of club colors.
When the owners heard what Zhang Qinghuan said, they walked out one after another.
Then I thought to myself, don’t do it just to search for money from their house?!
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan led the younger members of the art club and said, "Don't leave in a hurry. We have prepared seals here for everyone. Come and get them if you need them. Our disinfection is to spray insecticides and fungicides in the corridors. Even if there are
It can penetrate through even a crack in the door, so you can rest assured to put a seal on it to prevent anyone from tampering with your things."
Everyone accepted the seal hesitantly, wondering if this art club was too considerate.
They wondered: "But... if you kick us out, where will we go?"
Zhang Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, everyone, our disinfection work will be over in an hour. Our art club has prepared a cultural performance for everyone downstairs to spend this time. It's time to celebrate the New Year soon, and
This is the art club wishing everyone a happy birthday. We have prepared melon seeds and small benches downstairs, so don’t worry!"
When the owners heard this, they were like, oh, this kind of thing actually happens?!
This is so new in District 9!
Everyone came downstairs and saw that disinfection work was being carried out inside the building. Outside the building, members of the art club put on suits and stood in three rows.
The members of the art club all have sinister faces and wear sunglasses.
People who didn't know about this formation thought they were going to bloodbath the pigeon cage.
Qingchen watched with great interest. His internal organs ached now and he didn't want to say a word.
Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi were cracking melon seeds on the side.
Zhang Qinghuan waited until everyone was seated, and other residents of the building also came down to watch, then he smiled and said to everyone: "This is the first art performance of the art club, and it's a shame."
With that said, he came to the choir: "Are you ready?"
"Brother, we are a little nervous," someone said.
Zhang Qinghuan was unhappy: "You're not even nervous about killing people, but if I ask you to sing a song, your legs will shake?!"
"I really can't sing well," said the big man.
"No, it's already here and you have to sing. If you can't sing the high part of the chorus, just lip-sync, and the other brothers will cover it for you! This is the power of teamwork, understand?" Zhang Qinghuan finished.
He turned back to the choir and slowly raised his hand like a conductor.
The chorus was fine at first, but when it reached the climax, the entire choir suddenly became silent, and there was no sound at all!
However, everyone is still singing hard with their lips.
There was silence.
Everyone in Luo Wanya was dumbfounded: "Did they sing me deaf?!"
Qingchen sighed: "Zhang Qinghuan is really honest. If he says he's going to show off his ugliness, he'll show off his ugliness."
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan was embarrassed and wanted to crawl into the ground.
When the residents realized what was going on, they burst into laughter and beat the ground. They couldn't stop laughing at all.
It’s been an unknown amount of time since everyone had laughed so heartily. The pressure of life has almost made everyone unable to stand upright. How can they still have the energy to laugh?
Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan scratched his head and started laughing, his giggle was particularly honest.
At this time, a resident from the next building came over and said, "Can we also move to the pigeon cage?"
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment: "Okay, isn't this free? Anyone can come if they want. There are still so many empty rooms inside."
The resident said: "But the landlord suddenly raised the price, three times!"
Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. They had done all the good deeds, but the landlord was enjoying the benefits? These were the people at the lowest level, but there were still people sitting on their heads to drink blood.
A small increase is understandable, but a triple increase is simply unbecoming of a human being!
This is not a reasonable price increase, but the harshest kind of exploitation.
"Let's go discuss it with the landlord," Xiao Qi smiled, picked up the iron rod, and left with his brothers.
A few hours later, Xiao Qi came back with a bloody stick: "It's been discussed."
According to Qingchen, a society must have a society's style of doing things. You can try to be a good person, but you can't forget what capital supports you in being such a good person.
To change the world, you have to change slowly.
At this time, Luo Wanya came close to Qingchen and whispered: "Ready."
Qingchen nodded: "Let's get started. In one month, I want District 9 to have a new look."