Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The evil souls of these people were wantonly ravaged, torn apart, and transformed. They were as fragile as pieces of tofu.

Or cheap stuff.

This kind of wanton change of other people's behavior and methods did not make Wu Heng feel excited or bring him any pleasure.

Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness. He felt that he was no longer of the same race as these humans, and there was no one in the world who could be compared to him.

Perhaps the only one who can fight against him is the creator.

But compared with the other party's special ethnic life form and huge size, he felt that the other party was more like an ignorant beast.

It's like humans facing a bulky elephant.

Although the opponent was huge in size, it was still so unsightly in front of Wu Heng who already had a "gun".

He would never see the other person as the same kind of creature.

Even though he really needed the other person's flesh and blood at this moment! But to him, the other person's status was still equivalent to prey, not a colleague.

He is hunting the other, it is the object that he must plunder.

After Wu Heng completed the transformation of these souls, they had completely turned into numb zombie souls.

His right hand was raised.

These thirty million blood and souls flew into his palms one after another, became extremely small, and then a mist of particles emerged from their bodies.

These transformed numb souls were deeply assimilated.

The area in the palm of the hand swirled rapidly.

These souls were kneaded into a ball about the size of a goose egg.

Wu Heng had an idea, and they were divided into three parts. Each part became only slightly larger than a quail, like a small egg.

Its surface is full of dark color and is very smooth, and it feels like cool jade to the touch.

It is truly the finest blood jade.

If you put it next to your ear, you can clearly hear waves of distant sounds that penetrate your soul and soothe your heart.

But what if these sounds were amplified countless times and then dispersed?

Then you will find that there are countless souls crying and howling, and that distant sound is just a chorus of noise.

Wu Heng put away the three things condensed from the evil spirits of this world, looked in one direction, and took a step forward.

The body turned into white mist and dissipated from the spot, as if it had merged into the space.

When he appeared again, he had arrived in Hamburg, Germany, which is the second largest city in Germany and also the largest port city.

Wu Heng walked along the Rope Street.

Looking at the Hanseatic League culture all around and the seafood cuisine that rivals the Mediterranean, we walked all the way to the quiet Warehouse City.

Next to the various containers, there was a fat boss who was about 50 years old.

A typical German middle-aged face.

He was checking out for his employees. In front of him were more than 20 workers, all of whom were dock workers. He had packed several containers here.

Some of these workers have been working for him for ten years, while others have only been there for less than a month.

But no matter if they have worked for ten years or only for a month, whenever they mention the boss, they all give him a thumbs up and praise him as a good person. "Carl, Carl, come here, it's your turn!" the boss called out.

A young man in mud-stained clothes hurriedly walked up to the fat boss. He looked at him expectantly with a somewhat depressed look, as if he wanted to say something.

"Karl, you've only been here for two months. This is your 1198 euros for last month."

"You work very hard, so I'll give you 1200 yuan. Keep working hard in the future."

The boss counted out 12 bills from a stack.

He cannot give too much reward, he can only give an integer at most, because if it is too much, other employees will be dissatisfied.

When he gave the money, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he silently stared at the young man in front of him.

These ordinary people didn't feel anything, but Wu Heng could feel the middle-aged man's disgust towards the young man.

He was complaining about how this young man could make money from him again. He provided him with work and food and clothing. Couldn't this young man understand his boss and appreciate his efforts?

He had already added 2 euros and was clearly praising the other person.

Damn it, couldn’t Karl reciprocate by showing his boss that he’s worked hard too, and then return half of the 1200 euros he earned to his boss!
"Oh, not just half. He should thank me for the food I provided. It is far beyond the standard of other bosses at the same dock. It is comparable to a restaurant and it is the kind that provides full meals. He should return me one thousand euros."

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"Greedy guys will die a violent death!" The boss kept cursing in his heart, but he did not show any disgust on the surface, instead he was very kind.

But after receiving the money, the young man Carl did not leave, but stopped where he was, hesitating.

"Carl, do you have anything else to do?" the boss asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Karl scratched his head and said in a very embarrassed and low voice: "Mr. Nicholas, my mother is sick. She has been in the hospital for three days. I need more money."

"This salary is not enough." He didn't know what to say next.

Upon hearing this, the boss of Nicholas cursed in his heart:
Damn poor bastard, if you don’t have money, don’t live. Let your mother die. Then you won’t need the wages anymore. Just work for me for free and I will provide you with food for the rest of your life!
All kinds of vicious curses kept popping up in his mind, and he even thought about strangling the other person's mother to death to help her relieve her pain.

But he had already said it in his mouth: “Karl, don’t be shy, tell me, how much money do you want to borrow?”

"I've told you before, you work very hard, and everyone can see it. I'm willing to help you through this difficult time. You're still young, and there are endless possibilities. When I was your age, even the dock workers didn't want me!"

"You remind me of my old self. If you don't mind, you can call me uncle!"

"Uncle!" Karl stuttered.

"Very good. Since you called me uncle, then this is our family's business. Just tell me how much you need."

"50003000 euros, Mr. Niklas, I will definitely pay you back!"

Karl originally wanted to say five thousand, but he remembered that he only had a little over a thousand a month. If he directly advanced five thousand, it would be equivalent to half a year's salary, which was a bit too much.

"Huh?" Nicholas didn't say anything when he heard the amount, but gave a puzzled sound when he heard the name.

Carl immediately changed his tone: "Uncle Nicholas!"

"Well, that's right, five thousand, right? Here, take it and take good care of your mother first. Do you want me to give you three days off? You can take care of her for three days."

"It only takes one day, Uncle Nicholas, thank you!" Carl was almost moved to tears.

"It's okay. Go to the hospital quickly. Say hello to your mother for me. I'll go see her when I'm done. Is it at our Hamburger El Hospital?"

"Yes, thank you, thank you!" Carl's eyes were red.

Niklas waved his hand, signaling Carl to go home quickly, and then continued to issue wages, not even asking this young man who had only worked for three months to write an IOU. (End of this chapter)