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Chapter 243 Indulge in joy
Open this rusty door, and you will find a paradise of colorful light and shadow inside.

The putrid smell and filth of the sewers seemed to disappear across the threshold.

"Newcomers?" The woman who looked after the door was lying on her side on the lounge chair. "You have brought a lot of people here. Are they all weirdos who can't tolerate the world?"

The arrival of the players attracted the attention of the people inside.

They all stopped what they were doing, even some disheveled ones delayed their gratification.

The smoker carried the box to the chameleon: "The box you want."

Chameleon glanced at it and said, "I want it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally heavy and oppressive atmosphere immediately relaxed.

People get on with what they are doing, serious or not.

"Have you emptied all the big boxes?" Chameleon said, "Go to my right, go inside, and each of you go to the woman selling groceries to get some supplies."

The Smoker leads the players to find a way to the passage to the right of the Chameleon.

When he came here before, he thought it was an entertainment place with only one door. He didn't expect that this place was connected in all directions.

They walk for 3 minute.

At the end of the passage, four armed men were gathering at the table to play cards, while another was sitting and dozing off. There was a strange sound coming from a nearby room that made people blush.

The door of the room was only closed, let alone locked.

“It’s so damn exciting!” one player said.

"What are you here for?" A man spoke to them through the bulletproof glass through the small window cut out by the iron railing. "If you are here for fun, then you are in the wrong place. Drunkards, drunkards, and cyber lunatics , and others that are not normal, they will just be thrown out by us. If you come here to buy serious things, then come to me."

Smoker walked to the small window: "Chameleon asked us to come here to get supplies from you."

"Chameleon boss?" said the female grocer. "This is not common."

Data flashed in her eyes, and she was obviously already checking with Chameleon.

The data disappears.

The female grocer said to the smoker: "The boss specifically asked me to take good care of you."

She picked up two mini-submachine guns and placed them on the counter.

Then there are two black goods modified from the bachelor's defense pistol.

"The chameleon is quite interesting," the smoker accepted them one by one, smiling happily, "What a good thing!"

The grocer was still moving the goods.

She brought up another small box of medicine: "Strength Ling, a battlefield stimulant, with added ingredients. When the medicine is effective, you will feel like you can kill a cow with one punch; when the medicine wears off, you will become weak. You have to look like a slug. Friendly reminder, don’t shoot two or three at the same time, otherwise you will die suddenly on the spot.”

"And this." The female grocer put another small box of medicine on the counter: "Mantaton can make you sharp and focused. Snipers like this best."

The smoker asked: "What if I overdose?"

The grocer replied: "Your brain will be a ball of mush because there are so many holes in the blood vessels in the brain."

The smoker put away the two boxes of medicine and left.

Other players were not so lucky, and only had a Watcher rifle modified by a sewer workshop.

This rifle is the standard issue for Watcher Legion soldiers, but the label has been erased and the shape is slightly different.

Anyone can see that the process by which Chameleon's forces obtained these guns was not honorable. There were at least a lot of shady dealings.

This is normal.

If sewer rats could appear on the streets of Thunder City, then the Brotherhood must be in chaos.

"Have fun!" the grocer says to the players.

……

"How are you, brothers! Three Peach Gardens! Four Gathering Wealth! Five Leaders!"

Five players gathered together and shouted the drinking orders loudly.

Not to mention the dynamic music that already exists here.

You have to shout into your ears when talking. Over time, your head will become dizzy and your ears will buzz.

As the sun sets, the place gets even livelier.

The entire sewer nearby is filled with drunken people walking staggeringly, mixed with a few malicious thieves and thieves, and occasionally there are killers who lick blood from the tip of a knife.

Some seemingly honest and honest residents of Thunder City behave like everyone else during the day, but at night they come in and dance wildly with demons.

Most of the people in the security force want to crack down on these dark corners where crime breeds, but they always knock out one place and another pops up; they are kept busy but to no avail.

As time passed, the security team became lax.As long as there is no blatant provocation under their noses, they will only turn a blind eye.

The nights in Thunder City are much quieter than those in Djinn City. It seems that everyone is used to going out early and coming back late. After returning home, they wash up and fall asleep.

In Djinn City, the nightlife has just begun. There are still many swingers who have been drunk and sleeping all day long, waiting to open their eyes to check whether their organs have been cut off and sold by black doctors.

After dodging several security team members, Tudou Girl, Wolf Brother and Meng Man appeared in front of the manhole cover.

"Do I need to wear a gas mask?" Tudou Girl complained.

The three of them climbed down the ladder.

Following the route given by the smoker, the three of them walked quickly through the winding sewer.

"Girl!" A half-drunk man said obscene words to the potato girl.

Brother Lang punched him in the stomach, causing him to fall down into the sewage, one person deep, smelling of alcohol. He might have drowned later.

"It's really unimaginable," Mengnan sighed, "Thunder City is full of friendly citizens on the surface, but underground is such a place where filth and evil are hidden."

More and more people are hiding their heads and showing their tails.

Most people are friendly citizens during the day and can't do without a disguise.

"Hey." A hidden man greeted them.

"you are?"

The hat came off, revealing Noah's face.

The chief clerk in charge of migrant population affairs actually appeared in the sewer openly, and he looked extremely skilled.

"Come to go shopping?" he asked.

"You," Tudou Girl's eyes widened, "Why are you here? Are the security team going to deal with this place? Are there people from the security team around you?"

Seeing that he wanted to attract the attention of the people around him, Noah whispered: "Be gentle, be gentle. There is no security team here."

Brother Wolf asked: "Noah, what are you doing here?"

"Go shopping," Chief Noah said with a smile. "It's quite interesting, isn't it? Although the surface is nice, it's the same and it's easy to get bored."

Tudou Girl whispered: "You are the chief purser of the security team!"

Noah looked around and saw no one around before saying, "I am one of the bosses of the Shadow Alliance."

Tudou Girl murmured to herself: "Have all the leaders of the security team rebelled?"

"Don't say it so harshly," Noah said, "I didn't rebel. To be precise, the Brotherhood is also involved in the Shadow Alliance organization. Everyone in the middle and upper classes here knows about it."

"But why—"

Noah smiled and said: "There are always things that the Brotherhood on the surface cannot do. At this time, the Shadow Alliance comes in handy. Those who are full of light, let them persevere for justice; and people like me Human beings are destined to hide in darkness and not be able to see the light. Let's go, it was the chameleon who asked me to come."

The three players fell into silence.

Silence is the sewer tonight.

……

"Are you here? The Smoker has been waiting for you for a long time. Noah, you are the only one missing here." Chameleon said.

Everyone around him gives people a feeling that they are not easy to mess with.

The chameleon closed his eyes.

The numbers on the screen of the small box increase from 0 to 9999.

Snapped!
The box was opened.

"Let me see—"

A crystal clear crystal with blood-red fold lines fixed inside.

Chameleon and the others were quiet, unnaturally quiet.

Only the players simply don’t understand what the polyline represents.

Chameleon said: "In the past 30 years, the content of distortion factors has increased, but the amplitude is very small. Everyone knows this. But look at this paragraph."

He pointed to the part where the fold line suddenly became steeper: "About nine years ago, the content of the distortion factor skyrocketed, and the growth rate in one year was comparable to that in ten years. Everyone, the world-destroying demonic wave is getting closer and closer to us. We were once optimistic According to local estimates, there are still 200 years of preparation time; but this speed has far exceeded our expectations. We still have decades, more than ten years, or just a month, it is hard to say. The psychic red crystal has been lost Once it works, the rest is up to us.”

The quiet crowd began to leave one by one without saying a word.

"Your Majesty the Flying Potato God," Chameleon began to pray, "I have news that I must tell you."

(End of this chapter)