NIKKE, after maxing out the favorability, all the Nikkis are not right

puff!puff!puff!

The bullet passed through the cushion and hit the ambush soldier hiding under the sofa.

The other person jumped out of the sofa howling, and was immediately kicked to the ground by Lavi.

Although Nikki couldn't shoot humans directly, she could still kick them a few times. With their weight, even a strong man would be able to lie on the ground and groan in pain after being kicked by them.

Seeing that the plan was exposed, the remaining members of an unknown organization emerged from their hiding places, but were quickly knocked to the ground one by one by the furious Anis.

"You inhuman scum, you even stole my soda! Is there any justice in this? Is there any law?"

"I am so angry!"

Anis, in a rage, headbutted a gangster and knocked his car to the ground.

The melee in the commander's room ended quickly.

Lying on the ground was a pool of blood and corpses, as well as hooligans from an unknown gang who were wailing and unconscious, heralding another victory for the counterattack troops.

After Green reloaded his pistol, he half-knelt down and pinched a man who was still relatively conscious to wake him up.

"Although I've asked the same question many times, I still have to ask in order to better cleanse you scum in the future."

"Who sent you?"

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the man's brow.

The man, who looked like a gangster, raised his hands and frantically gave a French salute before begging for mercy: "We are from the Wild Jackal Gang. Please, officer, I am only following orders. Please spare my life!"

"The Wild Jackals, the Wild Dogs, the Outer Rim gangs are like leeks growing out of the ground. Kill one batch, and another will pop up the next day. I'm tired of hearing those names."

"I repeat, I don't need the names of your gangs, I need the people behind the scenes." Green looked at the man pleading for mercy with indifference, his finger on the trigger slightly lowered. "Ten seconds. State that person's name concisely and efficiently."

"I, I really don't know..."

boom!

Blood spilled everywhere.

Green twirled his pistol and walked over to another gang member who was trembling all over.

He grabbed the man's hair, his cold eyes flashing with a hint of coldness: "Friend, I have always been a person with principles and bottom lines."

"But some people always treat my principles as something they can offend at will. They want to steal my Nikki and trample on my military achievements. They think they can use their power to trample me under their feet and control me at will."

“But they’ll never succeed.”

"All they get in the end is bullets and revenge. And my friend, you will be that very important informant. As long as you are willing to tell me the clues hidden behind the scenes, I will save your life."

"..."

After a fierce mental struggle, the gang member finally stammered, "The person who hired us is an employee of the Ark government named Bilson. He's not high-ranking and is just doing odd jobs."

Green nodded and continued to interrogate, "Then who is he working for? Do you know?"

Gang member: "This is something we cannot understand. We are just doing the job for money, but I heard from our leader that the guy should be from the Burnim faction. As for who Burnim is, I, I don't know either."

Green thought for a moment and gestured for him to leave immediately. "Very good, go ahead. Also, tell your leader to come to the outpost immediately and kowtow and apologize to me. I'll give him two days. If he doesn't come within two days, I'll go find him myself."

"Yes Yes..."

"What about the rest of our brothers?" The man was spared by Green, but he still cared about his brothers. He was indeed a very loyal gangster.

"It would be a shame to kill them like this. I will detain them and use them as laborers. I will also hire members of the Underworld Queen's Force to supervise them. If you want to redeem them, just pay them."

"I'll let the Peony Association handle this job. You can hand it over to them when the time comes."

"Okay, okay!"

The man crawled out of the command room using his hands and knees.

Green watched him go away and called Mudan who was far away in the Outer Rim.

Green: "Sister Mudan, are you free?"

Mudan's powerful voice came from the phone: "Oh, little brother, I happen to be free recently. What can I do for you?"

Green: "There's a business in the Outer Rim that I'd like to ask for your help. The reward is generous. I wonder if you're willing to accept it?"

Mudan: "Of course, no problem. As long as the remuneration is in place, Mudan will take any job! Of course, if it's something that would damage our reputation, we'll try to do it secretly."

Green smiled. "It's nothing shameful. I just want you to take care of those gangs in the Outer Zone and give them a good beating. Oh, and by the way, today a gang from the Outer Zone called the Wild Jackals attacked our outpost. Their members are all here with me, and it would be a shame to just kill them off. I'm thinking of asking you to take over this gang. What do you think?"

Mudan: "Leave it to me, little brother!"

Mudan: "In the Outer Rim, when a gang is wiped out, the thugs are basically killed along with their boss. You're quite the man of honor for sparing their lives!"

Mudan: "Well, I'll supervise them and have them help you repair the damaged buildings. Then I'll take these people to the Mudan Association's factory, and 50% of their earnings will be yours. What do you think?"

Green: "Isn't the Peony Club short of funds recently? I'm not short of money, just keep it for yourself."

Peony: "Gorgeous! Domineering!"

Mudan: "My dear brother, you will definitely achieve great things in the future. If so, I will shamelessly accept this generous gift from you!"

Peony: "Oh, by the way, I'll be coming to the outpost soon, see you there!"

beep.

After hanging up the phone, Green waved to Labi and the others and said, "Tie these people up."

Rabbi nodded, "Yes, Commander."

......

After cleaning up the commander's room.

Green also went to the Ark and met with Anderson.

"So, you're planning a long-term mission on the surface?"

"Yes."

"What's the reason?" Anderson stood in front of the table, his face serious and suggestive. "Captain Green, you need to give me a reason for a prolonged ground operation. If the reason is not sufficient, even I cannot approve your action."

"I have learned the location of the antidote research institute. Please approve it, Deputy Commander." Green replied.

"Hmm, the Antidote Research Institute..."

"Since you've made up your mind to go to the Land of Death, I'll approve your action." Anderson smiled. He knew Green understood his point. It seemed this guy had quite a bit of political awareness. But he still mentioned, "Recently, due to the Marian incident, the Ark government has been in turmoil, with various factions arguing fiercely. Although Elysium and I have been doing our best to protect you, our strength is limited, and we've been swamped by trivial matters lately.

"Captain Green, other than supplies, we can't provide you with much more support."

"I understand." Green nodded. "Deputy Commander Anderson, I'm not a politician and don't understand politics very well. As for the political struggle, I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, Captain."

"No matter what, you are our trump card, the hero of the Ark. We will never let you fall." Anderson nodded and agreed. "All you need to do is go to the surface and continue to make achievements."

"Of course, when it comes to politics, I hope you can be more discerning. After all, the Ark is not a clean place."

"clear."

"That's it."

"In the name of Anderson, Deputy Commander of the Central Government, I authorize Captain Green and his counterattack force to secretly travel to the Land of Death to search for an antidote. Due to the mission's extreme difficulty, the mission duration will be increased to over six months. Furthermore, due to the high concentration of Elvira particles in the area, the Ark Government will be unable to staff operators upon arrival at the destination. Therefore, all consequences of this operation will be your responsibility."

"You still have two days to prepare," Anderson reminded him. "Use these two days to pack your supplies and say goodbye to those you care about."

"receive."

boom.

The door of the deputy commander's office was closed by Green.

Anderson stared at the gate and muttered to himself, "Captain Green, you were once so close to achieving your goal, but unfortunately you were defeated by political struggle. But this time, I believe you will not repeat the same mistake."

"Unparalleled achievements make you despair."

"When you return, the Ark will be reshuffled."

Chapter 4000: The Butcher at the Outpost ()

"Hey, little brother!"

"It's been a while!" Green had just taken the elevator back to the outpost when Mudan, who had been squatting in a corner, suddenly appeared and skillfully put her arm around his shoulders. "Oh, it's been a while! I missed you so much!"

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"I haven't eaten yet. How about you? How are you doing lately?"

"As for me, I'm still the same as before, busy busting those gangs and thugs every day. I'm so busy. But I have to do this job. After all, you know, as Nikki, you were born to work for the Ark. And I have a heavy burden on my shoulders. Sometimes when I want to take a breath, I can't find a shoulder to rest my head on."

"Come, let's find a restaurant to eat first. We can talk about things while we eat."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Green and Mudan walked side by side. On the way, he looked at Mudan's appearance.

The big sister of the Peony Society was still wearing the same bright yellow loose long skirt as before, with a golden dragon pattern engraved on the black long sleeves. Although it was clearly a gangster's outfit, it gave people a feeling of luxury and elegance.

Of course, there are also those twin peaks that are about to burst out.

Sister Mudan, you really have a proud heart.

Green was sighing inwardly when Peony seemed to notice his gaze. She grinned and teased, "Hey, little brother, what are you looking at? Are you charmed by my aura?"

"Haha, don't like me too much. I'm a gang leader after all. If I hang out with soldiers like you all the time, it won't be good for your reputation."

"Oh, my reputation is already bad." Green shook his head and jokingly said, "Freak, traitor, traitor to humanity, names like these are often mentioned behind my back. To me, this little bad reputation is not a big deal at all."

"Then you're quite open-minded, little brother!"

"But if you ask me, that's what a man should be like. Walk your own way and let those scoundrels criticize you!" Mudan patted Green's shoulder vigorously and gave him a thumbs-up with a smile: "Little brother, I am very optimistic about your future!"

"I know there's a really good noodle shop in the Outer Rim. It's owned by our Peony Club. Let's go eat there together."

Green and Peony took the elevator to the Outer Rim together.

Although the outer areas have always been in a dilapidated state, as long as there are people living there will be class divisions.

In the outer area, there is also a relatively prosperous area called the "Red Light District".

In the alleys where sewage flows, neon signs flicker. Under the pink lights, hidden bars and brothels stand on the roadside. Although Green seldom comes here, every time he visits the red-light district, he can't help but sigh at the prosperity of this neon city.

"Casinos, bars, restaurants, private dance halls, and various gray industries constitute the red light district."

"Almost half of the business here must be conducted under the supervision of the Mafia Queen's Force. It's no exaggeration to say that Rosanna, Sakura, and I are the bosses here." Peony put on her sunglasses, and a hint of pride appeared on her face, which had always been a little bit innocent. "Managing subordinates has always been a technical job. How about it, am I doing okay?"

"It's really great."

"Thanks for the compliment! But, little brother, if you come to the red-light district by yourself, it's best not to visit those brothels." Mudan poked Green's waist and warned, "This place is not clean. Maybe eleven out of ten people are sick. You ask why there are eleven? Uh... you know those sickly women, you know, they have no money for contraception, no means of making a living, and can only rely on selling their bodies to survive."

"What about their children?" Green looked at Mudan.

The big sister sighed, leaned over, and whispered, "This is Ark's secret. Don't tell anyone else. The Ark government is actually smuggling people from the Outer Rim. No, to be more precise, Ark will pay a high price for everything, whether it's corpses or babies. Although I've stopped this trade in my territory, I can't make it too open. After all, I'm also Nikki."

"Corpses and babies..."

Green narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

He was not surprised that Ark wanted a baby.

Nikki is made from women's brains, and in today's Ark, except for those who have borrowed high-interest loans and are desperate, there are basically few girls willing to sacrifice themselves to become Nikki. After all, the probability of becoming a Nikki with a name is small. After most people are transformed, there will probably only be one more mass-produced type in this world.

But there has to be a source of brains.

Therefore, the outer area became the place where the Ark could take whatever it wanted.

Are there not enough mass-produced Nikkis? It doesn't matter. Even if the people on the Ark don't give birth, there are still plenty of lives to be had in the Outer Rim.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Ark has always allowed the Outer Zone to exist.

But the problem is...

What does the Ark need so many corpses for?

For a city stationed underground where every inch of land is valuable, building a cemetery for corpses is a waste of the living environment. Ark obviously would not do such a stupid thing.

So those corpses must have other uses.

Either it was taken for research, or there is a hidden secret behind it.

Green glanced at the vending machine on the street where a homeless man was putting change in exchange for a bag of grape-flavored Popeyes.

"Peony, do you know what Poppet is made of?"

"I'm not a food processing factory employee, so how could I possibly know? It's probably a protein mixture made from cockroaches, rats, and the feces of some unknown creature," Mudan grinned and answered honestly. "But I advise you to eat less of that stuff, especially those Ark specialties with undisclosed ingredient lists. Try to eat less, they're packed with technology."