I am the magnetic field maniac

There is nothing wrong with considering yourself as the "righteous" party... Thinking that you are right can indeed boost your courage and determination to do things.

But if he asks himself, Rentaro will not deny that the enemies of Blue Dream Company are probably not good people either.

The world is really rotten to the extreme. Is he destined to choose between one pile of shit and another pile of even more shit?

Damn it, it really is damned! !

Even so, Rentaro still couldn't choose to obey Lanmeng Company. He just believed that there were still kind and rational people in the world. At least compared to Bai Wujie, he was more willing to believe Mr. Ziyuan and the people behind him.

"He's here." Tina said softly, ending this meaningless and unproductive conversation, her eyes glowing slightly red.

Rentaro lowered his body slightly, and at the end of the road a car slowly drove up. As the door opened, an old man in a brown windbreaker got out of the car, holding his hat on his head and slowly walked towards him with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

Without exception, he is that Song Qi.

Rentaro's eyes were fixed on him, and the destination that Songqi set out for was actually a manhole cover. He opened the manhole cover with great effort, and then slowly climbed down.

Rentaro followed the other person into the sewer without hesitation, and followed behind him quietly and stealthily.

The place where Song Qi stayed was a corner of the sewer that was filled with candles and photos.

He was somewhat confused, as he had thought that he would see some perverted behavior in the sneaky and solo actions of the senior executives of the Blue Dream Company, but that was not the case.

The photos filled the shelves were all of young girls, some of them had beautiful smiles, some looked timid, but the only thing they had in common was their dark red eyes.

Realizing something, Rentaro's breathing became heavier, and in this silent sewer the sound became harsh.

"Hmm? Are you a friend? If you need help, just come out."

Song Qi, who was jokingly and teasingly called "Uncle Cai" by Bai Wujie, took off his hat and spoke slowly, while Rentaro slowly walked out of the corner, looking at the old man and the photo behind him, hesitant to speak...

"These are pictures of kids who didn't make it through to enjoy this era."

As if seeing through Rentaro's doubts, Song Qi slowly lit the candles, put down the flowers and whispered...

"You are the leader's enemy, right? I think so, otherwise no one would want to take advantage of an old man like me. I have no ability at all, but the leader trusts me so much. Now it proves that I, an old man, am just a burden..."

"These... children? Did they die in the experiments of Blue Dream Company?" Rentaro said in a deep voice

"You can say that." Song Qi said softly

“He gave these poor children the strength to survive, but some of the fragile children could not make it.

Some of them were too weak to bear it, while others were too addicted to the power and eventually turned into monsters..."

"These children are very pitiful. They are only a step away from enjoying a good life. The leaders have erected a nameless monument for them, but I think someone should remember the names of these children."

"Since you pity these children, why do you still help Bai Wujie, that heinous thing!" Rentaro walked forward and said excitedly

"He is just using the power of these children to achieve his goals! He is just using violence to break up more happy families and destroy more beautiful things!"

"Haha... young man, I guess you are also a person who sympathizes with these poor children." Song Qi put down his hat and said lightly...

"I know the leader is not a good person, and he doesn't even love these children. But he gave the children a new choice and gave them the power to fight for what they want."

"They were just used! They were just twisted into a group of killing machines by his power!"

"It's inevitable that people will be used when they live in this world." Matsuzaki looked at Rentaro and smiled.

"Countries and countries, companies and companies, races and races, there are so many positions. If you live, you will definitely be used, right? But the sad thing is that even after being used, you still can't be accepted."

Rentaro felt a slight pain in his heart, and Matsuzaki walked up to him and chuckled...

"Come on, do whatever you want with my old bones. I followed the leader for those kids, but I also helped him do too many cruel things."

He is a man who has let go of everything. It was like this when he followed Bai Wujie to help the Son of Curse, and it is also like this now when he is being used at will.

If you take a light view of the good and evil, right and wrong in this world, and see through the essence of your stance, you will no longer have any stance to speak of.

"Sorry." Rentaro apologized in a deep voice, injected the anesthetic into Matsuzaki's body, and turned away with the fallen Matsuzaki.

He took a last look at the photos of the children under the burning candlelight, some of them were afraid, some were expectant, some were happy, and some were timid.

But...the only thing he couldn't see was despair.

The despair of living without any purpose or direction, just for the sake of survival.

"You did a great job, Rentaro!!"

In an abandoned building outside the city, Ziyuanxian praised the silent Rentaro without reservation, patted his shoulder, and signaled the person in charge of the hacking work to speed up.

Song Qi was tied tightly to a chair, while the hacker in charge of the hacking work immersed his whole body in ice water filled with ice cubes to connect to the other party's brain-computer interface and crack the authority function of his brain-computer chip.

Fingerprints can be copied and retinas can be manufactured, but the authority network based on the Blue Dream Tower’s central AI is the biggest obstacle.

Only if they can successfully enter the tower will they have the opportunity to blow the first step to destroy the Blue Dream Tower.

Mitsugu Yuhe looked at Rentaro and snorted softly, as if he was disdainful of Shigaki Senichi's excessive praise.

But as a top killer of the Wuxiang Society's Four Wings, he would never bring personal emotions into his work.

"It has been completed. The personal permissions created in your implanted chips can be used within 24 hours after activation."

The hacker, who had soaked his whole body in ice water to cool down, stood up with difficulty and pulled out the tube behind his head. He said weakly to Ziyuan Xianyi...

Ziyuan Xianyi nodded slightly. Although the old fox Qi Wuzongxuan wanted to get rid of him, he had no intention or need to hold him back in this important matter.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to prepare to evacuate and then carry out the action plan.

But Rentaro glanced at the unconscious Matsuki, who was tied up, and hesitated for a moment before saying to Ziyuanxian...

"Mr. Ziyuan, that Song Qi, he..."

"We are doing great things, Rentaro! People who accomplish great things don't care about small details!" As if she had expected Rentaro to make such a sympathetic statement...

Ziyuan Xianyi immediately retorted what he was about to say with everyone else on the scene. Rentaro opened his mouth slightly, but really couldn't say anything.

It doesn’t matter whether Song Qi is innocent or not. What is real is that their lives are hanging on the edge of a knife.

There is no room for any mistakes in the operation. With so many lives at stake, he has no right to act like a saint.

Shigaki Senichi dragged the gloomy Rentaro away, and before leaving, he winked at Mitsugu Yuhe...

Mitsugu Yuhe immediately stepped forward and shot Songqi in the head again, and at the same time killed the hacker who had not yet reacted. After they fell to the ground with their brains splattered, the group almost immediately evacuated the abandoned building.

Just as they were leaving, a figure appeared beside Song Qi. He looked at the desperate Song Qi and smiled as he extended his hand...

"Two hundred and fifty thousand horsepower, cell reorganization!"

It is not difficult to save an ordinary person with a smashed head, as long as he has not been dead for a while.

There was no need to even pull back his "soul" or anything like that. Bai Wujie saved this "loyal" old servant and smiled playfully...

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"Leader, I have nothing to say." Song Qi looked at Bai Wujie and said slowly...

"I have been like this from the beginning. I have no position, so I help you for those children. And I have no position, for those who may die in the future under your great plan, I help them. Maybe I just don't dare to make a choice, and I am just self-righteous to satisfy myself."

"That's a good point! But I want to know, from your perspective, is what I'm about to do wrong?"

Bai Wujie smiled and clapped his hands. Song Qi's words did not contain any concealment or deception... and although it was a betrayal, Bai Wujie was more interested in the old man's thoughts...

As an emperor, he should listen to the opinions of different people. Regardless of whether he adopts them or not, it is not a bad thing to listen and understand them.

"Does it make sense?" Song Qi asked back, smiling softly on his old, pale face...

"Leader, in our opinion, there is no difference between you and the gods. What the gods want to do has nothing to do with human ideas? You want to reshape the world, just like God sent down the great flood. Human opinions are meaningless. Even Noah could only live with God's permission."

"Okay! For talking like that, I'll give you a happy death."

Bai Wujie smiled and clapped his hands. In his opinion, Song Qi's words were much smarter and wiser than those who talked to him about justice and correctness before they died! Is it meaningful? It is meaningless. The people's thoughts have never been important to their Martial God King.

Whether to adopt or not, to want or not, it is always them who are like "God" who decide everything.

Perhaps some martial gods who are not firm in temperament would be influenced by words, but Bai Wujie is undoubtedly not such a person.

Song Qi's idea is so simple that it can even be said that he has given up on self-thinking, but this is precisely the most correct answer.

This answer of giving up answering is much smarter than those who keep advocating their policies and promoting their so-called superiority in front of Bai Wujie all day long.

Song Qi lowered his head and an expression of incomparable tranquility and joy appeared on his face.

He loosened his hands, knelt gently on the ground, lowered his head, and his whole body slowly turned into stone.

"It's getting more and more fun." Bai Wujie smiled happily.

37. Go to the Blue Dream Tower alone

In a large assembly line factory in the Fukushima Heavy Industrial Zone in Osaka…

Wu Wei, who had sneaked in in disguise, continued her work with precision and repetition like a machine... Working as a link in an assembly line, she was like a machine without thinking or ideas.

This factory has lathes and photolithography machines and other precision component manufacturing equipment that their country urgently needs, and Wu Wei's job is simple, just take them away. Together with the equipment, data, and if possible, it is also feasible to take away people who understand the technology.

The lurking work was destined to be boring, and Wu Wei had to suppress her restless heart and do the work.

However, the working standards of this sweatshop really made Wu Wei feel uncomfortable.

I work fifteen hours a day, starting at seven in the morning, finishing at noon, taking a lunch break at 12:30 and then going back to work, and finishing at 10:30 at night. I work seven days a week, with only one day off a month.

The environment is harsh, the work is boring, and there are extremely annoying supervisory drones patrolling and finding faults... Even a short break from wiping sweat may result in half a day's salary being deducted from your wages.

To be honest, Wu Wei was indeed "eye-opening"...

She thought that every one of these despicable Japanese devils who betrayed her motherland was enjoying a high-welfare life in the city of Tokyo, or at least having a pre-war living standard.

But the countless factories in Osaka City are like steel cages, cramming people into them and subjecting them to the torture of non-stop work.

The meager profits earned were all deducted by high taxes and food and accommodation that were all covered by the company.

People here are extremely prone to illness, both physical and mental, but they will not have enough savings to see a doctor.

They either go into debt and repay it with even more horrific year-round work slavery, or they just bear it or die of illness.

Such people are dragged off the assembly line every day, but new workers are filled in every day.

They are not human beings. These workers are nothing more than gears that can be replaced and discarded at will.

Their lives are not much better than those who are struggling to survive in the doomsday. In Wu Wei's view, this cold and inhumane order is not much better than disordered chaos.

In a sense, those cannibals sitting in offices are much scarier than robbers... because robbers may just take away all your money, but cannibals sitting in offices will not only take away your last coin, but will even make you owe a debt that you will never be able to pay off for the rest of your life.

But this city still has everyone living like this...

According to the situation in the central area where Dong Xue was lurking, those "corporate executives" and "senior officials" were living a life of debauchery and extravagance.

It is clearly the same era, the same technology, the same country, and the same blood flowing in their veins, but they live like two different creatures.

I don’t know how those who advocate great dreams and speak of national glory can understand that you may love your loyal country, but your country may not necessarily love you.

Wu Wei's mind was a little dazed, and perhaps for this reason, she unknowingly did not have so much hatred and anger towards these things that she had vowed to kill.

After all, when it comes down to it, everyone living here and there is just consumable material at the bottom level.

Just as she was distracted, her shoulder was suddenly bumped lightly...

A short girl signaled to her with her eyes that the supervisory drone was coming over. Wu Wei nodded gently and continued with the repetitive assembly line work at hand.

At lunch time, Wu Wei, holding a box of nutritional paste that tasted not much better than mud, found a corner to sit down and stuffed it into her mouth from time to time...

At this time, someone sat next to her. Wu Wei turned her head in surprise, and the person sitting down was the girl who had just reminded her.

"You're not from Osaka, are you? Judging from your appearance, you must have lived in Minato Ward before?"

The girl blinked her bright eyes and looked at Wu Wei, and her smiling cheeks opened two beautiful dimples...

"My name is Weijiang, and I'm from Dongcheng District. When we work together in the future, we must support each other."

"My name is Sayu." Wu Wei gently gave her fake name, but she already felt impatient in her heart.

She doesn't want to be friends with her enemies!

"Then we are friends, Sayu. You are so beautiful, your skin is so white..."

But this girl kept talking while stuffing nutritional paste in her mouth, and because of her chattering, Wu Wei reluctantly knew about her family's situation.

There are three people in her family: a mother who has chronic pneumonia but has no money for treatment and can only do some small handicrafts at home to earn some money, and a three-year-old daughter.

As for her father and husband, one disappeared and the other died in an accident at the factory, and she received a pension of half a month's salary from him.

But in Osaka, this is not a very tragic family.

There are so many people who are far more miserable than them. There are even poor souls who are heavily in debt and end up having their entire family dragged away by debt collectors to have their organs removed and sold.

Weijiang didn't seem depressed when she introduced her situation. She was still smiling, as if she believed that there would be hope if she worked hard.