In the cold underground tunnel, Lu Mingfei and Fingel trudged forward along the white light strips. Here were the remains left by the red giant. It looked unremarkable, but it was still amazing enough.
The empty subway tunnel gave people a sense of oppression brought by a giant object. Time became extremely long during this journey. Lu Mingfei counted his heartbeats and walked forward bit by bit.
The advancing team was very quiet. This may be some kind of strange rule that made everyone keep their mouths shut and move forward like pilgrims on this stretch of road. It wasn't until a neon light flashed in front that this strange team became commotion.
The neon sign showed a howling wolf, with a small arrow underneath, pointing to the edge of the tunnel, where mist was rising. As a few people moved forward, more and more surging music came from it, shocking people.
All the five internal organs were trembling.
This is one of the air-raid shelters once built by Hongmao, 500 meters underground.
And now, here is where the mixed breeds spend their money, the largest greyhound racing track in Moscow: "Coyote."
Here, countless people shed tears for the life and death of two dogs, staked all their wealth, and then died in a dark corner with nothing.
Moscow doesn't believe in tears, but here they only believe in blood and fire.
Lu Mingfei and Fingel entered with their tickets. This was a dance hall. In the white mist created by the flickering lights and dry ice, several women danced boldly around the pillars on the stage. The men stood under the stage,
From time to time, some consumption is thrown out, but this is just the first trap of the coyote.
Anton didn't say anything. He led Fingel and Lu Mingfei through the restless crowd and walked down the emergency exit. The dim light cast from the crack in the door. This was the second floor of Coyote, with the scent of money.
of casino.
The beautiful dealer sat lazily at the gaming table, and several slot machines were half-dead hiding in the corner. They were dispensable decorations of this bustling casino, and on the other side of the casino, there was the core of the entire Gray Wolf.
It was an area composed of multiple computer screens, with mugshots of hellhounds staring ferociously at the screen. Lu Mingfei could see that those dogs had meat strands on their teeth, and their eyes were abnormal.
The golden color carries the aggressiveness of the dragon subspecies.
Looking at the golden eyes of the Cerberus, Lu Mingfei remembered what a biology professor said. In the field of dragon research, there have always been two theories about the origin of hybrids.
One is to sacrifice humans to the dragons, and the dragons will mate with them to produce offspring. The dragon blood will be diluted from generation to generation, and finally a stable hybrid species will be obtained.
The second type is for human beings to bathe in dragon blood, and then ordinary people have intercourse with those eroded dragon subspecies humans, and finally give birth to stable offspring.
These two origins were debated endlessly in the Department of Biology, but the moment he saw the Cerberus, Lu Mingfei thought of another thing. Is it possible to breed a hybrid dog through generations of breeding?
He shook his head to get rid of these somewhat blasphemous thoughts. This was the place where the bets were placed, and the location of the auction was further down the level.
In front of the screen, people who don't have enough financial resources or are afraid of blood sit there, drinking wine and talking about which dog will be the new champion. Cerberus's lifespan is not long, and the status of the champion always rises and falls.
Change of ownership.
Whenever this happens, a group of people will go bankrupt, and another group of people will make a fortune.
Today is the day of the auction. Even those on the periphery know that a new overlord will rise. The current champion "Tiger Kill" has won the championship three times in a row and is scarred. This competition will be the time when the championship changes hands.
With Anton leading the way, several people successfully entered the third underground floor. The place was very spacious, with rows of stands extending from the ground to the top of the wall, surrounded by a rectangular field in the middle, and a barbed wire fence surrounding the field.
Barbed wire may not be an appropriate description. It is a three-layer protective net composed of electric grid, iron chains, and blades. It is enough to prevent the powerful Cerberus from escaping. At this moment, the stands are already full of people.
Some of them are investors who want to buy a new dog, while others are gamblers who can't wait to see the rivers of blood. There are small bidders on the seats, which can be inserted into the credit card, and they only need to gently lift their fingers.
Make your money flow.
Lu Mingfei and the others seemed to be the last group of people to arrive. Not long after they were seated, the door was closed. The air here was filled with a stench of corrupted blood and flesh, like the aunt in the cafeteria who had been there for a long time.
Unwashed towels.
In the gravel-covered field, the flesh, teeth, urine and blood left by many battles were mixed together to form this complex smell. Lu Mingfei sat there, his heart pounding, his face
I went to the ancient well without any disturbance and tried to calm myself down.
Different from the auction in Chicago, the auction here is very direct. There is no music, no elegant auctioneer, and no goods presented. Instead, there is only a loudspeaker in the venue: "The auction begins."
A ferocious dog face appeared on the screen above the venue. Few dogs could be described as ferocious, but the one on the screen was definitely one of them.
It was an eroded Arabian hound. Most of the hair of the hound, which is famous for its long hair, fell off and was replaced by black scales. There was a little yellow light in the middle of the black eyes. On the long face, there were two
The fangs break through the lips, looking extremely powerful.
The reaction caused by this dog is mediocre. The Arabian Hound has insufficient brain capacity and is considered mentally retarded among dogs. Because of this, this kind of dog is extremely easy to lose control after being converted into a Cerberus.
The first choice for the knowledgeable.
Finally, accompanied by a series of machine sounds, the hound was bought by a buyer hiding in the corner, and was then added to the game by the sponsor, becoming an appetizer for dog fighting.
The auction was held several more times, and all the dogs that came up were unpopular breeds. Lu Mingfei even saw an eroded Chihuahua. It had a very powerful bark, but in this world where size determines everything, it was obviously not enough.
What is currently on the auction block is a black Shiba Inu. This kind of civilized dog with a smile has been eroded and turned ugly. The originally smiling face is also covered with a layer of scales, leaving only two golden eyes exposed.
At this moment, Lu Mingfei heard a chuckle, and the little devil's voice seemed to come from a distant place: "Brother, do you want to buy my dependents?"
"Your dependents?" Lu Mingfei didn't know why, but he heard the little devil's voice still coming: "Dragon's blood is needed to make a hellhound. Where does it come from?"