The mottled facilities are covered with rust, and the weak yellow light makes the large space a bit dim.
There was a huge crowd here, and tattooed gangsters wearing only vests one after another were working on the iron table.
Some pour the fat into a large iron pot and boil it until it boils to allow the dirt to float to the surface, then remove the impurities and mix it with other compounds to make soap.
The extracted half is processed through a separatory funnel and put into another pot. This iron pot has a yellow warning sticker on the outside, beware of explosion.
Hundreds of people are working in an orderly manner.
Di Biao, on the other hand, rode a stolen bicycle indoors, pedaling at a very slow speed and shouting while riding.
"You only work two hours a day, about a quarter of the normal time, and there is no overtime."
"You have to make twenty-five times as much as a waiter."
"As far as I don't take a dollar from your hands, I can score it a hundred times more."
"To sum up, I am 10,000 times better than Los Angeles City."
Di Wei rode his bicycle around in the narrow passage, showing off quite proudly, thinking that this was a motto.
These words really left a bald, scarred, tattooed white man in his early thirties speechless.
"Is there social insurance?"
He asked this. He used to be a legend in the criminal world and a very ruthless character. Now his work has been taken away by the SCT, so he has no choice but to join. He is not particularly afraid of the so-called top cadres of the SCT, more than that.
It's social insurance and there's no life insurance.
boom……
After all, Di Wei did not have the skills of a mountain bike expert, so the side of his tire hit an obstacle and fell directly to the ground.
"Hold."
He stood up, dusted himself off, and added, "Is this important?"
"You have been enslaved."
"Human consciousness is a tragedy in biological evolution."
"We know too much about ourselves, are shaped too much by the outside world, and are enslaved by the illusion of self-ownership."
"Time goes back to the primitive era. Across from you is a three-meter-tall black bear that can break a tree with one palm. It is already charging towards you."
"What do you do? Say to it, Hello, Mr. Xiong, I have health insurance."
"No, friend."
"Fuck insurance, a man doesn't need to be protected. Such a world makes people become cowards."
"You have to keep your fists tight so you don't get crucified by idiots."
Di Bo tore open a bag of fat, poured it all into the iron pot, opened the valve of the gas tank and lit the stove until it boiled.
He didn't understand, and this white man with a scar tattoo didn't want to understand. He felt that this was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. With the excited expressions of people around him, he felt it.
It wasn't an emotion of fear, it was just that he felt too dangerous, far more dangerous than any murderer he had ever encountered.
Di Wei watched the fat boil until it boiled. At this time, his cell phone rang, which was the system's default ringtone. He ordered a member to take over the work and go to the fire escape to answer the phone.
"What? Those guys who went to White Rock Town are missing?"
“I didn’t even get a reply, it’s so useless.”
Taking into account some problems with the SCT management system, which would inevitably be infiltrated, Ash passed the plan to the members of the council in batches in descending order of trust level. Based on the actions of the Countermeasures Bureau, suspicious targets can be screened out to a certain extent.
"This matter is of great importance, okay?"
"Call a few more good players. The real good players are, as the Countermeasures Bureau said, Class A infected people."
Di Wei hung up the phone. He wanted to go there in person, but there were important things to do here, so he had to attack more.
He called Heath and was quickly connected.
"We're going to do something big, okay."
"Find some ruthless characters, preferably fucking professional racing drivers."
"Gotta find some extra money."
But what the other party said made Di Wei a little unhappy.
"What do you mean by multiple lootings and upgraded security systems and infected people's defense?"
"I'll go there myself and teach those vampires a lesson."
Di Wei walked out of the fire escape, walked to the factory exit and opened the rolling shutter door, and found that it was raining heavily outside.
"Hold."
"Watch it carefully, study hard, this is fucking energy saving and emission reduction."
Under the silent gaze of some people, Di Wei picked up the badly worn bicycle, pedaled on it, and left the factory in the heavy rain.
"Maybe this is really a charity event."
One member boiled out the original soap solution and poured it into the prepared mold.
A criminal next to him who went to college replied: "Just take money to do things, don't become mentally ill like other people."
This person works quietly, which does not mean that SCT has no standards for recruiting people. Marginal people without children or families are the best. Due to the old-fashioned gang ethics, they will give housing allowance to the relatives of the deceased. If there are only elderly people in the family, they will also give a symbolic amount.
SCT will also do the same for penal alimony. Without the support of a relatively self-consistent set of rules, SCT would not be able to reach the scale it is today.
But the vast majority of those who died in the recent operations have nothing but their names and tombstones with unrealistic achievements. They were dragged into the abyss by Di Bo, their bodies were shattered into pieces, and they will never be recovered. No one will miss them.
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A wetland in Southern California.
The gloomy sky continued to pour heavy rain, accompanied by the faint rolling of thunder, and the wiper on the front window of the car kept shaking to wash away the waves of precipitation.
The vegetation is dense, and there are scattered swamp culture-style wooden shed buildings along the way.
The road conditions are extremely poor, with cracks and potholes all over the road. Because of Liberty Alliance's trucking network, overweight trucks will also pass through these sections, which will damage the road.
It is now two o'clock in the afternoon, but it is as dark as evening.
Due to the bad road conditions and weather, the car didn't drive very fast, and it might take us very late to arrive at Baishi Town.
Eugene had fallen asleep in the back seat, and Colin opened the window a third of the way to dust away the cigarette ashes.
Liszt did not show weakness, and resolutely turned on the air conditioner to ventilate even in heavy rain in the forest area.
At this time, the temperature inside the car was less than 10 degrees Celsius.
Although the activity and cold resistance of infected people are stronger than that of ordinary people, their body temperature will drop during sleep. Coupled with the indoor temperature, Eugene woke up directly. He crossed his hands and rubbed his arms without sleeping.
My waking eyes are full of tiredness.
Seeing that everyone was awake, Heller immediately started to work. She had had enough and had nothing to say for several hours.
"Have you ever seen those B-level movies from the old era?"
"I said no wonder there is a very familiar feeling."
"Between five to eight college students went on a self-driving trip together, and they discovered some accidents along the way. Either they hit someone, they broke down, or their car was tampered with while they were picnicking or swimming. Anyway, their movements were restricted."
"Then they were going to find someone for help, but unfortunately there was no cell phone signal, and the location was isolated and helpless. Then super perverted murderers started to appear, and they were a bloody mess."
"Then the town sheriff showed up, and it turned out that he was also a group of perverts. Everyone was killed in a fancy way. It is best to have a brother and sister setting. The brother died to protect his sister. The heroine was exaggerated by family affection and the will to survive exploded.
Just kill the murderer and escape."
"Damn... I love this kind of plot so much, I will never get tired of it."
Heller said with great interest.
Lister discovered that Heller had a strong desire for expression.
"Instead of paying attention to the murderer, you should pay more attention to the man sitting behind you. He will break his own bones into powder and then spray out blood with high pressure to cut people in half. It is much more powerful than any murderer.
Already."
Liszt enlivened the atmosphere in an extremely rare way.
"I..."
Colin flicked the cigarette butt away without any quality and replied: "Who would turn into a 2-meter-2 monster wearing a fucking medieval execution linen hood?"
Only Eugene felt something was wrong with it.
"The mayor's only daughter...could it really happen to her?"
Eugene thought.
"Hold……"
Colin was speechless, that was indeed possible.
The road ahead was filled with thick fog, a haze, and extremely poor visibility. This made Liszt alert, because these two climates could not occur at the same time.
