A small hotpot restaurant in District 9 was bustling with activity.
Dozens of men equipped with various mechanical limbs were guarding the door, divided into three groups.
They chatted happily with each other and seemed to be familiar with each other.
Inside the door, three people gathered around a table, with a hot pot in front of them. The water was already boiling, making a gurgling sound.
A short middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with two plates of meat, his face covered with grease. He wore two white sleeves with grease stains on them: "Bosses, please eat slowly. I'm here."
The kitchen will continue to cook for you, that's enough."
One of the three people at the table asked coldly: "You didn't disgust us with white meat, did you?"
"No way! All three of you are the bosses of a nearby community. I can't fool you," the owner of the hot pot restaurant said quickly: "The meat I cut for you is all real mutton. I came in from the fourth district."
"That's pretty much it."
When the boss entered the kitchen, the owner of the ‘I want to buy a watch’ club said, “Have you heard about the recent Yao Mozi club?”
"Are you talking about that art club? They had a big chorus in the afternoon, but the performance was a mess." The owner of the Big Pendulum Club took a mouthful of mutton and said, "If you don't work in a good club, you insist on being a good person and building elevators in slums.
Repair water and electricity, do those pigs need water, electricity and elevators?"
"That's not what I said. Dozens of households were moved upstairs in one day, and there may be more moved out in the future," said the boss of the Meteor Hammer Club. "In this way, we can receive more money every month."
The protection fee is tens of thousands less, and maybe hundreds of thousands more..."
"What are you afraid of? Pigeon Cage only has so many rooms in one building. Can our people run through them all?"
"Yes, our top priority now is not to deal with this art society, but how to explain it to the superiors."
"The boss is also capricious. He clearly said that he would only need eight people, but he couldn't explain it and asked us to hand over thirty people. Where are we going to find thirty people for him? Should we hand over ourselves," said the Big Pendulum Society
The boss said with an unlucky look.
In fact, the request from PCE is very simple, which is to capture a group of people to top up the account and show that they have actually done their job: Look, I have arrested so many criminals. But you can’t blame me for not finding the killer. After all, he can kill A-level people.
Man, our department is really useless.
Over the years, PCE has been doing this too, making up for it with merit.
However, this incident was too serious. The previous scores were simply not enough, so the PCE Public Security Management Committee issued new targets in the afternoon.
At this time, the boss of the club where I want to buy a watch suddenly said: "How about we hand over the art club? I heard that they have more than a hundred people. Isn't this enough?"
"Hey, that's interesting, but the question is, will we suffer any casualties?" asked the boss of the Meteor Hammer Club.
"What kind of casualties can a group of choral singers cause us? We've never seen them use firearms before. There are two advantages to getting rid of them. On the one hand, we will hand over the task, and on the other hand, we can eradicate this alien."
The three of them put it all together, and it seemed that it was really good: "When will we start?"
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. It will be at 4 o'clock in the morning tonight."
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At this moment, two young men were standing silently in front of the Pigeon Cage Building.
They were wrapped tightly and looked at everything in front of them with great interest.
They were wearing gray canvas coats that had been washed starched white.
At a certain moment, they don't look like people in the city, but more like people in the wilderness.
"Boss, I only heard about this art club this afternoon. Residents in District 9 said they are different from other clubs. What do you think?" one of the young people said in a low voice.
The people around him frowned: "A lotus grows out of the mud. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Maybe it's a new method of exploitation by those societies. Have you rented a room here?"
"Well, I rented it. The rooms here are extremely popular now. I paid a high price to sublet them from others."
Ace of Spades Xu Linsen was stunned for a moment: "Is it fully rented?"
"Yes, it is indeed fully rented, but there are still people who haven't had time to move in," Jiang Mubei said, "Boss, Yangyang asked us to come over and let us observe the future changes of this city.
There must be some reference, I don’t know what she is referring to, is there anything else she said?”
"She said she would come over after finishing the parade in City No. 10. She also said that the people she trusted would do something here, so let us learn from it," Xu Linsen said calmly.
"Study?" Jiang Mubei was stunned for a moment. Spades was already a relatively mature organization. The demonstrations they organized throughout the federation had initially achieved results and had a strong influence.
Yangyang said that he wanted them to learn, and his tone was a bit unusual.
What kind of person is he and what is he going to do in City No. 22 that is worthy of Ace of Spades coming to learn in person?
Jiang Mubei smiled: "Now in the entire federation, among all the organizations that want to change the federation, we are the only ones who have succeeded. Who else can we learn from?"
Xu Linsen glanced at him: "What she's talking about is learning, Xiaobei. Learning to be humble is a good character. Maybe that person has something special about him. However, she said that she didn't know what the other person planned to do, but he would do it anyway.
Make some noise. She said...that is a person who can always create miracles and surprises."
"But if that's the case, we won't be able to catch up with the New Year Festival in Huotang," Jiang Mubei sighed: "The key is, we don't even know where that person is or who he is. If we have this time, we might as well organize it in City No. 22
Student parade.”
"Humility, Xiaobei! Stay here first. Anyway, the great elder is not in Huotang. I heard that he was dragged into being a young man by Li Shutong again," Xu Linsen said.
Jiang Mubei grabbed Xu Linsen: "Boss, don't let the great elder hear this word again..."
At this time, Xu Linsen said suspiciously: "By the way, Xiaobei, could the person Yangyang is talking about be the person in Bai Zhou? They seem to have a good relationship."
Jiang Mubei hesitated for a moment: "Bai Ri's relationship with the consortium is so close, and its own strength is still very weak. What can it do here? City No. 22 is not their home field."
Xu Linsen thought for a while and said, "Let's take a look. Maybe we can see some different things."
At this time, the two of them walked towards the pigeon cage. As soon as they entered the building, they saw a man with a red armband on his arm, setting up a table and sitting at the door, with a notebook and pen on the table.
The young man behind the table looked up at the two of them: "Where are you from, what do you do, do you have a history of infectious diseases, and do you carry weapons? Which room do you live in? Let me see the rental contract."
Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei were stunned by this series of questions.
What is this all about? Do art societies have such broad control?!
Jiang Mubei thought for a moment and replied: "We are from outside the country. We have no jobs and no history of infectious diseases. We brought two pistols and live in 4403. This is our lease contract."
Jiang Mubei looked up and saw that there was a camera above his head, pointing right at them.
But Xu Linsen didn't say anything, so he remained silent.
At this time, after registering them, the young man sent them a leaflet: "The rules in this building are all listed above. No stealing or robbery is allowed, bullying of the elderly, women and children is not allowed, and fighting is not allowed.
, if I find out, I will hang you in front of the building to show the public, you know."
Jiang Mubei raised his eyebrows, and Xu Linsen smiled and said, "I know, thank you."
At this time, Qingchen walked past them. He played a more ruthless game today and knocked down everyone at the wine table in advance.
However, when he passed by Xu Linsen, he was suddenly startled...
He knew Xu Linsen. After all, he imitated him in Prison No. 18, which caused Guo Huchan, the bald man who protected the middle-aged and elderly health manual, to be beaten.
Why did this man from Spades suddenly come to the pigeon cage?
Qingchen walked into the elevator quietly, and Jiang Mubei asked the young man behind the desk: "Why can he go in directly?"
The young man said nonchalantly: "This is the old owner. By the way, the promotional page has the phone number and group chat of our art club office. If you have any trouble after joining, you can contact us. Once you get here, the art club is definitely better than PCE."
By the way, after joining the group chat, look for Xiao Mengqian in the group, and he will tell you where to eat and where to play nearby."
"Thank you," Jiang Mubei said. He was a little confused. How could this club look like a club? The service was too attentive.
With that said, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei walked into the elevator and went up to the 44th floor with Qingchen.
"Little brother, you have lived here for a long time, what do you think of that art club?" Xu Linsen asked.
Qingchen glanced at them: "It's pretty good."
Arriving at the 44th floor, Qingchen walked out of the elevator first and heard Jiang Mubei sigh from behind: "This building is too clean. This is the first time I have seen such a clean residential building in the Lower Third District.
Boss, you can't even see a bug. What on earth is this art club about?"
This 4 of spades looks like a countryman coming to the city, with the words "never seen the world" written on his face...
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On the edge of the city, Zhang Mengqian led Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi, carefully walking through the shadows of the buildings.
The entire ninth district was dark except for the pigeon cage.
This actually gives those who live in the shadows some unexpected conveniences.
"This is it," Zhang Mengqian stopped at the mouth of a sewage canal: "This pipe has a diameter of about 0.6 meters. It looks inconspicuous, but it can actually lead to the outside of the city. It is about 4 or 5 kilometers long. I only found it by chance.
Found it. However, if you want to get out from here, you will have to crawl in the sewage for at least 5 kilometers. Are you sure you want to get out from here?"
It's a crawling distance of 5 kilometers, and it's in smelly water. This is a road that even criminals in the 9th District are not willing to take.
Because you have to endure the darkness and stench for a long time, and it is also very demanding on your physical strength.
Walking five kilometers and crawling five kilometers are completely different physical exertions.
The most important thing is that Luo Wanya's status is now different from before, and his strength has been promoted to C level under the special care of Li Tongyun, Nan Gengchen, and Liu Dezhu.
Is such a big shot willing to crawl into such a sewer?
Luo Wanya took off his coat and smiled: "Although it is indeed a bit disgusting, if you can't bear this hardship, you are not worthy of working for the boss. Little guy, you still don't know what kind of ruthless person our boss is. This drainage channel in front of you Compared with the hardship he endured, it is nothing at all. Compared with what he has to do, my hard work is nothing. Xiaoqi, wait for me here, and kill all suspicious people who approach."
