I became a member of the ancient gods

Chapter 288
At noon, the luxury restaurant "Crystal Cup" in District 33 has a huge private room and a bright beach outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight slants into the window and casts the silhouette of the window frame.

Eileen sat at the end of the long table, picked up the lobster pasta with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment: "The food here is really better than on Paradise Island."

"Do you have to use that kind of tableware?" Vito Solaso, sitting at the other end, shook his head while rolling noodles with a spoon.

"When it comes to eating noodles, this is really much easier to use than a fork. To be honest, it's better to use a fork." Erin said with a smile, "Don't you know how to use it?"

"Who would use such delicate oriental gadgets?" Vito still shook his head.

"First of all, I have to thank you for listening to my advice." Erin said.

"Are the people you brought really useful?" Vito asked while eating.

"He is the best chess piece. He has never let me down so far. Instead, he has exceeded my expectations time and time again." Irene said with a smile.

"Another poor man is being used by a witch like you. He might fall into a trap and die tomorrow." Vito snorted.

"Don't worry about the progress on my side. How is your arrangement going?" Irene asked.

"Just do the final cleaning work." As soon as Vito finished speaking, he felt the vibration of the ring.

He projected a picture from the ring, and a middle-aged man with gray hair appeared in the picture.

"Mr. Big, according to your order, the killers have been summoned. Please give instructions." The middle-aged man reported expressionlessly.

"The on-site command is left to you. I think you should be able to handle this kind of thing." Vito said.

"Understood. Report from the military factory. The first batch of assembly lines have been refitted. I want to ask you when will you go to inspect?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon." Vito replied instantly.

"Are you going tomorrow afternoon?" The middle-aged man looked hesitant, "Do you need to prepare anything else?"

"I don't have anything to prepare. You can decide what to prepare." Vito didn't look at the middle-aged man, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.

"I understand." After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man resigned.

"Tomorrow afternoon is the finals of the Newcomer Team Competition. It's very exciting. Why don't you go and see it?" Erin suddenly laughed.

"Who has the heart to watch that stupid game at this time?" Vito replied angrily.

"Is it really okay to leave everything to your subordinates?" Irene said.

"Alfred has been with me for many years. I can rest assured when he does things. Just do your job of tricking people." Vito lowered his head and swept away the remaining side dishes on the dinner plate. null.

"Be careful, people are separated from each other, no matter how close they are, they may betray you." After Irene said this, she suddenly laughed sinisterly.

"Like you did to your father?" Vito looked up at her.

Erin suddenly burst out laughing when she heard this.

"Fuck you." After Vito said this, he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, muttering to himself.

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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zhong and others sat in the pick-up car and went to the residence of Belikolo, the leader of the Clown Gang, for a banquet.

This is a quite luxurious car, with spacious ring-shaped bar chairs in the back, enough for six people to sit together and open a salon.

Lin Zhong and the three of them were sitting together, while Sean, the receptionist in the front row, was helping them drive.

The first half of the road was smooth, but when we turned the third corner, we suddenly encountered a traffic jam.

There were many people gathered on the sidewalk. The passing cars subconsciously slowed down, and the drivers couldn't help but look over there to see what kind of excitement there was.

This included Sean, who followed the car in front of him and slowed down through this section, craning his neck to glance over there.

"The smell of blood." Fran suddenly whispered.

Lin Zhong turned his head and looked out the car window.

Through the gaps between the onlookers, blood stains on the sidewalk tiles and a pale hand were seen.

"Someone jumped off the building? Or was he stabbed?" Lin Zhong suddenly had a guess.

"This smell has been dead for a few hours... Huh?" Fran suddenly made a somewhat unexpected sound, "This is not the one yesterday..."

"Which one did you ask yesterday?" Lin Zhong didn't react for a moment.

"The woman who talked to you on the street." Fran whispered.

"What?" Lin Zhong turned his head to look again in surprise, but because the vehicle was driving closer, he could no longer see anything from this angle.

Then he heard Sean suddenly shout excitedly: "Hey, Johnny, what's going on?"

Lin finally looked at Sean's interested face through the rearview mirror of the front window, and suddenly remembered what Sean had mentioned the day he first entered Area 33, the numb audience that the writer wrote about watching the scene of beheading and shooting.

At this moment, the expression on Sean's face seemed not much different from those of those people.

Then a man at the scene, wearing a suit and sunglasses like him, turned around and walked to the car. He was obviously an acquaintance of Sean and probably a member of the Clown Gang.

Lin Zhi observed for a while, and there seemed to be several people dressed like this at the scene. The clown gang seemed to be managing the scene, but there was no one who looked like a police soldier yet.

In this sheltered area, people die on the streets, gangs can take over the scene before the police officers responsible for security, and common sense does not necessarily apply here.

"Oh, it's nothing. A prostitute who borrowed a loan from a company at high interest rates jumped off the building. She couldn't pay back the money and got sick again. She couldn't sell anything in the store or on the street. The debts were getting bigger and bigger. She was addicted to drugs again. She just couldn't think about it. Jumped from the fifth floor, it happens all the time." Johnny reached out and took a cigarette from Sean's hand.

"If you have an infectious disease, there won't be much use for the organs, right? Why are you here to collect the body?" Sean asked.

"No, leave the body to the government for disposal. We will clean up the remains." Johnny lit a cigarette for himself.

"What relics can a woman with a loan shark have?" Sean asked.

"This prostitute seems to have brought a younger sister or someone's to live with her. She was eleven or twelve years old. She was sent to Mr. Bellicolo to pay off her debt. In fact, it would have been better to have sold the brat directly when she came in. At least she didn't need to borrow money. There is no need to end up like this." Johnny sighed and blew out a smoke ring.

"Oh shit!" Sean frowned, then seemed to have lost interest in the matter and continued to drive forward.

Lin finally listened to the entire conversation and soon had a general understanding of the whole thing.

He asked: "Does this kind of thing happen often?"

"It's commonplace." Sean let out a long breath, and then started talking again, "There is actually a shortcut to entering District 33, which is to borrow money from the Clown Gang and then buy a residence permit. Of course, the interest is very high, and it is compound interest. It won't take long for them to be in deep debt. For women who come in this way, selling their bodies is almost the only way out. Although many times they may not be able to afford it, and gangs will try their best to get people to gamble and take drugs. , you can’t turn over even if you touch it, this is just a single-plank bridge over the abyss... Of course, you can’t say these people are stupid, if they stay outside, they will die, and they will die faster.”

(End of this chapter)