The Riddler Get Out of Terra

But people who haven't observed it can hardly notice the unbearable pressure of this nail - a small, round nail cap cannot reflect the subtlety of the nail core that is about to break when it goes deep inside.

Finally, at a time that no one thought about, a nail broke quietly, and other nails in the same situation as it did too, leading to the same ending due to lack of maintenance.

The fixed steel gradually loosened, and the tough connections began to break...

Finally, with a snap, the high-altitude object fell to pieces due to corrosion like nails.

——Such a huge change is certainly earth-shattering, but if you observe it in detail, you can always observe it from various signs.

For example, a worker tried out the strength during maintenance, or another example was to directly replace it after a major refurbishment after the expiration date...

With Kong Ming's meticulous observation of the hidden locks, the girl he carefully trained has not yet reached the level of a bad person. She only knows about the subtle relationship between the Rat King and his family without thinking about it.

For example, when he saw Lin Yuxia taking over the mission of the Rat King and instructing Operation Black Capsule in front of him, Kong Ming began to think about how to create conflicts:

Young people who are just starting out will always find ways to let the elderly see their progress, right?

Faced with some sudden and simple events that seem to be handled by oneself, isn't it normal for a newborn calf to take action instead of being guided by an experienced senior?

In particular, Kong Ming also plans to arrange a few sensitive and simple "accidental" trials for the beautiful Ms. Lin before the real big event begins.

I wonder if Ms. Lin will continue to go to her father to report the situation and ask for guidance when she is solving all the affairs on her own and her confidence is greatly increased?

And after her failure and dereliction of duty led to Wei Gong being caught by Emperor Yan and the chaos in Longmen, how would the Rat King deal with the mess caused by his daughter?

Similarly, when Chen and Shi Huaiya, who are said to have a close relationship with her, stand on different sides, what choice should the daughter of the Dark Emperor of Longmen make?

Isn't that interesting?

Kong Ming stroked his smooth and hairless chin interestingly, guessing what choice Miss Lin Yuxia Lin would make. His gloating smile made the secret lock like a duck listening to thunder puzzled:

Isn't this the warm and helpless daily life between the old man and his daughter?At most, coupled with the helplessness of a big family and the involuntary control of white gloves, why does Mr. smile so strangely?

Kong Ming could see Ansuo's puzzled look, but he didn't say anything. He just patted Ansuo on the shoulder and walked out of Lin's Candy Shop with little Custer:

Next, it’s time to exchange and cooperate with the materials that will give Ms. Lin confidence in practicing and the real trump card...

In the shadow where the secret lock could not be seen, Prime Minister Kazdel thought secretly.

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Mo Wei considers himself to be a non-mainstream ghost clan.

Unlike those muscular men in Hongxing, Mo Wei, who has Dongguo ancestry but was actually educated by Yanguo, has an advantage that other ghosts don't have - he has brains.

At least I can understand the chain of contempt among the gang bosses who are sarcastic and ridiculing each other, and even guess what the rival gangs are thinking:

The former allows him to keep abreast of the strange connections between gangs, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and avoid being like those Tie Hanhan from Dongguo who made double bonus sticks and beat people who shouldn't be beaten - such as those who feel good about themselves, The green-haired fool who tried to rob Director Hao.

The latter allowed him to wear the most common black pants and white vest in Longmen and slowly swing the big cattail leaf fan, becoming the white paper fan of a gang that is not big or small.

Not too big, not too small, this is important.

Mo Wei praised his wise choice.

People like him are not taken seriously because he is too big. When a gang is big enough, simply running over it is more effective than any conspiracy. Especially in the past few years when the old boss of the Rat King has hidden behind the scenes, the strife and conflicts between gangs have increased. There was so much less when there were real swords and guns.

If you are too young, let alone enjoy leisurely happiness, you have to worry about what to eat tomorrow, what to eat next month, and what crumbs you can eat from the borders of big forces. Half of your hair will turn gray.

How can life be so leisurely now...

Mo Wei shook his head and looked around, observing the busy and numb Xiacheng District around him. He didn't know whether it was sarcasm or sighing and laughed twice - the workers around him were walking faster, and the lone guard who managed this area couldn't afford to offend them. , hurry up after paying the daily protection fee

Running tight is the right thing to do.

"Sir, is he the person you are looking for?"

When Mo Wei lay down on the wicker chair contentedly, swaying his fan and thinking about which widow to go to to place an order, he wondered if he had been sucked too hard by Widow Liu these days. In a daze, he actually heard a A young female voice sounded from the corner of the room.

!

what happened?

Mo Wei didn't make any unnecessary moves, but he began to glance at the smooth and translucent furniture through the gaps in the cattail leaf fan - following the reflection to find uninvited unwanted guests was one of Mo Wei's skills in looking after the house.

But to his surprise, it seemed that he was really overworked and overthinking. There was no sign of anyone else around him, not even the strong man who came in to report this year's income and expenditure to him, let alone the one who sounded itchy. female voice.

Ugh……

The rare resourceful sect among the ghost clan sighed:

In the past few months since Director Hao came to Xiacheng District, it has become more and more difficult for him to get along. As long as he thinks about this little girl with a tender voice and a tender body, he will be among a few people at the bottom of the contempt chain. You can find many wonderful girls "waiting for rescue" in gangster brothels.

Just throw in a few bucks and you can pick one of those contemptible bitches who laugh apologising, and go away, enjoying the happy life of the big boss ghost clan.

But since that big orange cat came to Xiacheng District, let alone the high-end goods that are under adulthood, the good goods that are usually dismissed are no longer available!

The ghost clan master shook his fan again, squinted his eyes and looked around, while recalling the corrupt life of the gang before Hao Zhao forced his way into Xiacheng District:

There are many infected people, but there are also many non-infected people who cannot survive or are sold to downtown areas!

In order to have a good job in Xiacheng District, the evil-minded old-time agent must serve his head soup to honor his Master Mo!

The middle-aged ghost clan misses the days of extravagance and extravagance the most, but the deserted current situation makes him wake up from his dream of dissatisfaction and return to the present where Longmen Daju does whatever he says.

呿!

Mo Wei, who was afraid and hated what Hao Zhao had done, twisted his heart, but did not dare to say these words at all.

Ju Feilin's method of killing and tearing the old agents to pieces was too scary. Mo Wei was not a strong man known for his bravery. He couldn't even beat the "ghost sister" who had a trade name in Hongxing. Not to mention Hao Zhao, who was still alive and kicking after provoking the Rat King.

When will days like this end...

Mo Wei smacked his lips and sincerely called out to Hao Zhao for not living in the small and lucky days where people like him were allowed to fish in troubled waters in the city.

But such unrealistic ideas were destined to end in vain, so he could only scratch his stomach leisurely as usual and lay his head back to sleep.

……

When the two-horned ghost with black hair and black eyes began to snore, a clear male voice began to echo in this common cement room in the lower city:

"He is a smart guy who dares to indulge his bad nature even though he has learned some mathematics and history. There are so many scum like him in Xiacheng District, and Hao Zhao doesn't pay much attention to him when he is cleaning."

Kong Ming took the secret lock and walked into Mo Wei's room openly. After leaving the Rat King's candy store, this was the fifth gangster gathering place he took me to.

Unlike the high-end buildings of large gangs in uptown areas, gangs like Mo Wei choose to be located in empty factories.

These gangsters or unsatisfied degenerates modified the large warehouses originally planned to be built in Xiacheng District, using low-quality but cheap enough cement to make major changes.

If the conditions are good, they will also lay down wallpaper and add a few electrical appliances - just like Mo Wei, he puts a wicker chair by the window. When the weather is good, he lies on it. When he straightens up, he can see the specially polished window. A layman and a pedestrian in a hurry.

The ghost clan who makes white paper fans even adds a refrigerator, TV, kitchen, air conditioner and other conveniences to the room. The furnishings of his room alone are more expensive than the furnishings of most infected people in a building in Xiacheng District combined.

"It's not that I'm looking for such a person, but that there are too many such people and they are too common. I just choose some means that are neither close nor far away."

Kong Ming explained to An Suo.

"I can't pick him too close, because the Rat King won't pay attention if he's too close, and such people often take orders from the gangsters who obey the Rat King, and their quality will be higher than the average.

Although I can always hide it, working so hard for these people feels like making a mountain out of a molehill.

There is no reason to choose the ones that are too far away. What kind of stuff are they?If you choose this kind of person, you have to find ways to make him climb up. I'm not his biological father, so why do I pay so much for disposable fireworks? "

Ansuo looked around the gang station selected by Mo Wei, and glanced at the clothes of the people around him through the window. He nodded, thinking that the gang he picked was indeed a moderate gang that was not far away.

"Then what's the point of doing this?"

asked little Custer.

"It means a lot. For an ambitious and young new person in power, any slight disturbance can easily attract the attention of the old king and the new prince. In the turbulent period of power, you should be extremely vigilant about anything.

But this also means a new weakness. As long as I create some incidents that shake their foundation and create a gloomy atmosphere where the storm is about to come, I can always attract attention as expected. "

Kong Ming stretched out his hand, and a water line quietly stuck to Mo Wei's temple. The black-haired ghost clan followed a layer of black

As the line extended, a short moan was released.

It's a pity that Kong Ming doesn't like to leave any loopholes. Before he let out a muffled groan that was very close to snoring, the black light had already completed the action process that Xiao Ansuo had seen at least five times.

"They are gauze that rubs and causes trouble in the open and secretly. People always like to pay attention to the scars that are hidden under the gauze, but they always ignore the scars in other places, don't they?"

Chapter 9 Mysterious Man

"thanks, thanks!"

The infected people in shabby clothes kept nodding and bending to thank the elegant men in the shabby alleys.

Laerfen is a very ordinary infected person. His skin is rough and gray due to the friction of wind and dust. His torso is emaciated due to years of hard work and lack of proper diet. He gets sick from time to time and suffers from black crystals that cannot be suppressed in his bone marrow... …

There are a lot of infected workers like him in the lower city, including the Ursus, Felin, Peluo, Lupo... Longmen's inclusive policies allow a large group of infected people waiting to die in the wilderness to have a place. Housing and food to eat.

——No matter how much Qiao Lun looks down on Wei Yanwu from a god's perspective, for the land of Terra where infected people are being persecuted everywhere, Longmen is a rare paradise for infected people:

There are poor people infected for various reasons everywhere in the wilderness. They are not of the upper class with power and wealth. They cannot use quantitative blockers to suppress the Originium infection, and they do not have the accumulation to hide their identities and evade tracking. They can only leave their hometown. Earn a living in a wilderness prone to natural disasters.

In the face of a disease like Ore Disease that can explode and spread, and the explosion time is still unclear, isolation and dissuasion can be considered mild. If not all members of Sarkaz are susceptible, Kazdel will still expel the infected to facilitate normalcy. people live.

But it is not easy to leave the city and go to the wilderness. Natural disasters such as hurricanes, acid rain, herds of Originium beasts, meteorites falling from the sky, earthquakes, etc. happen from time to time without warning or characteristics. Wandering around in the wilderness is not a good option due to lack of food, clothing, and supplies. Infected people entering the city will always be in pain.

The even more tragic problem is that even if some infected people have no symptoms, or are even lucky enough to acquire a constitution that slows down the infection, most of the homeless people whose bodies are corroded by the blood of these industries will suffer from various painful complications:

Pressure on nerves is a trivial matter, but have you ever seen an infected person who "enjoys" the pain of giving birth all the time?Have you ever seen a madman who has confused memories and alternating reality and dreams so that he can't tell which side is his?

Have you ever seen an infected person who feels constantly hungry and eats dirt until he is alive?Have you ever seen the cruelty of hearing a voice you shouldn't hear, gradually losing your mind, and one dawn twisting and convulsing in your sleep without realizing it?

This is the most common way to die for most infected people who have no ability and cannot receive reasonable treatment.

Those infected people who can wander around in the wilderness and sneak into the city to beg for food can be regarded as healthy people among the infected people. In some places where the eyes of superiors are not looking, there are too many unwilling lives disappearing. There is nothing left.

However, Gantry is able to accept some infected people with seemingly mild symptoms, and even requires some factories to give quotas to recruit infected people and regularly measure the infection index, so as to expel severe infections in a timely manner - this unnecessary expenditure can be regarded as a favor.

But Kong Ming knew that even if the constant pain and the unsatisfied exploitation of vampires were not as shocking as natural disasters, the silent and sinister determination was even worse.

Bloodletting is a slow and painful process.

So Kong Ming came.

He understood Wei Yanwu's thoughts very well: a leader used his inner justice and justice to withstand the huge pressure of unwritten political rules on Terra, and truly accepted the infected people's participation in production and life, and their wages - which is not nice to say. , most political groups on Terra may not have such ambition and courage.

But this is too suitable for Kong Ming to take advantage of every opportunity.

Looking at the Ursus man in front of him whose hair was yellow and dry due to eternal and endless pain, Kong Ming just had a thought and gave him another pink potion.

"This is?"

The man couldn't hide his excitement as he looked at Kong Ming. On the second day after he took the medicine, the pain that had been tormenting him all the time gradually disappeared, but there was no dizziness and emotional depression that came with the analgesics. He seemed to be healthy. A normal person.

A normal citizen of Ursus before being infected by the Originium crystal that that damn little bastard exploded.

When the man thought about the little bastard who repaid kindness with revenge and deliberately came closer to see him for whom he pitied him and gave him food, unconcealed resentment welled up in his heart.

But he didn't dare to show this ferocious attitude in front of Kong Ming, who seemed mysterious and powerful and was also in charge of delaying the onset of ore disease. The Ursus people were just obedient. Kong Ming gave him the potion and waited for this master's final decision. Judgment.

"I remember that the price we agreed upon for such a potion was 750 Longmen coins, right?"

Sure enough, the adult's deep voice sounded next to his round bear ears, with a charm that could not be ignored - this was a voice that symbolized life, tranquility, and freedom from the pain and inferiority caused by ore disease, even if it was light, For men who grasp at straws, they also need to support the understanding existence with all their heart.

"But, I'm going to give you a chance."

Kong Ming continued to speak. At this time, his voice completely lost the clear and moving voice when teaching with Ansuo. Instead, it was full of dangerous magnetism, ringing in the man's ear.

Surrounded by hypnotic melodies.

"A potion costs 750 gantry coins. If you introduce this potion to another person, you can take away 100, and two people will take away 200. The person you introduced can also go to the next person to introduce the potion. Let me report to you, for every 100 yuan collected, you can take away 200 Longmen coins."

What about the person I introduced?

Before the thought that suddenly appeared in the man's mind could linger for a second, Kong Ming's answer began to sing the devil's chapter in his ears:

"I will sell you 750, you can sell 800, 900, the person you introduced can sell 1000, 1500, there is always a way to make money, right? But I won't just look for you, there will be other infected people and If you compete, more and more young people will join..."

Kong Ming saw the man's calculations that had not been shattered by natural disasters and numbness, and the words he continued to introduce also made the donkey fighting in the factory understand what he should do.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely find more people...but how will I get the goods..."

The man hesitated to speak.

"I will send people to find you, and they will provide medicine for you and other competitors, but you can't just count on these things. Tomorrow's quantity and the day after tomorrow's quantity can be booked in advance, but the money they give must be handed over to me. inside."

The elegant and calm man approached the infected person, and his dark eyes suddenly glowed with golden light. In those brilliant pupils, the Ursus saw the undisguised coldness and ferocity.

——He knew that if anything did not meet the expectations of the devil who gave him the potion, the powerful golden vertical pupils would kill him.

And his heart was beating faster and faster. When Kong Ming withdrew his gaze from Molten Gold, the man had already seen special cold lines on his heated chest.

"I believe you don't want to know the price of disobeying my ideas..."

After Kong Ming left, a low and cold voice lingered in the man's cochlea | pathos.