Jean Of Bright City 13

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8:31 pm

He Min stood quietly at the east gate of the City of the Dead, and underwent an investigation. A black-faced man smiled and grabbed He Min with one hand.

"Miss, do you want to accompany me tonight, okay..."

He Min pushed away the man vigorously, smashed a jar of liquid food on the table, and then entered the city. The men behind him laughed, and the man who just talked to He Min sighed sadly. Took a breath.

"Lost again, hey."

As soon as he stepped into the city, He Min saw the glass windows showing women. She couldn't help but come from her heart. After walking over, she saw many people watching, and everything in the glass window was unsightly.

But soon He Min turned away from the crowd, walked on the street with his own hands, pressed the shoulder strap of the backpack with both hands, and pinched tightly with two fingers, which would decide the city by 12 o'clock tonight The fate of the decision is made by their 10 inspectors who have been performing surveillance tasks in the barrier area for a long time.

There was an invisible pressure falling on his shoulders. He Min walked quietly on the street and looked at the happy surroundings. The people in the city seemed to live much better than the rest of the barrier area.

He Min came here only once a year ago. At that time, everything in this place shocked her. There is a market here. Although it still exchanges for things, it has gradually formed a scale and a market.

He Min looked at a dimly lit shop on the street, selling some clothes, and walked in. Most of the clothes were old and damaged, but only slightly repaired.

"A cotton can with 5 cans of food. If it is an empty can, only 400 are needed. The water cannot be exchanged."

An old lady couldn't open her eyes because of a sarcoma growing on her brow bone, her teeth were incomplete, there were a lot of black spots on her face, her skin was rough and shriveled, and she looked a bit scary.

He Min glanced casually.

"Old lady, in your place, I heard that people in the city will come over from time to time, is it true?"

He Min asked a question, the old lady laughed happily, and the sound in her hoarse voice rubbed like rough sandpaper.

"Girl, to ask things, at least first..."

He Min took out 5 cans of food and handed it to the old lady. She looked around and found a **** cotton coat that smelled but was clean.

"Thank you for your patronage. I haven't seen anyone from the city? Haha, what are the people from the city doing here? Those **** guys, it would be nice if the whole city fell one day, haha."

Although it was a ridiculous tone, He Min could see that there was anger in the old lady's eyes.

"It's a pity that the riots of the past few days, that group of idiots, won't capture the security station first, there are weapons inside, how good it is to open the door, we can rush in and we can rob and rob."

For a time, He Min felt a little tremor in his heart, and the old lady waved a few times with the bright white knife in her hand.

The deep-rooted hatred and hatred of everything in the city is what He Min saw in the barrier area. It is the same here, and almost no one will be grateful for receiving food and water every month.

He Min walked out of the shop with a cotton-padded coat, and the old woman's hoarse croak murmured again.

Just a few steps out of the shop, He Min saw two men wrestling together in front of him. The red tide people kept order on the side and began to open the market.

"Come on, whoever wins, bet faster."

Some people took the liquid food in their hands and put them into two different baskets. The two people roared and attacked each other. They were fighting together in a very ordinary way. The people next to them cheered excitedly, just like watching the two bite. The beast is average.

There will be a person who kicked a stone secretly, and when the man who was crushed on the ground and strangled his neck touched the stone, the man's head according to the above was smashed in the past, accompanied by a knock, and dispersed in the cold The blood in the air stopped the man who was hit by the stone, and the man who was still holding the blood stone uttered a crazy cry.

Soon after the red tide stripped off the deceased's clothes and took all his belongings, a person tied the body with a rope and dragged it on the ground.

However, what He Min did not expect was that they did not take the dead person somewhere else, but sent it directly to a shop with a strange fragrance. He Min covered her mouth and widened her eyes in horror.

"Boss, fresh meat."

A strong man glanced at the corpse and dragged it in. Some of the onlookers next to him could not bear it and walked away, some swallowed by the fragrance.

He Min quickly ran into an alley, took off her veil, and kept vomiting, her stomach turned over and the sea turned, and after a while she couldn't help vomiting.

.......

In a spacious room, there is a sofa covered with a clean white blanket, a woman wearing only a cloth cover, and she is trembling with some cakes and sweets and the wine is neatly placed on the table.

"You can go out."

An old dragon bell, a limping old man with a limp walk, only a few sparse white hair hanging on the side, he has a pockmark on his face, yellow teeth and black teeth, wearing a red leather coat, a pair of boots, All ten fingers wear jewel rings of different colors. This old man is named Potter, the founder of Red Tide.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked open, and Zhu Fei and two other men came in. One of them was tall, with a height of more than 2 meters, sharp eyes, and all his hair was shaved. There were also many faces on his face. The black spots, the other is short, with a hunchback, and a slightly skewed mouth, which looks unremarkable, but has a pair of smart eyes.

The tall one is the red tide No. 2 character, Yao Zhuang, the short oblique mouth is the red tide No. 3 character, Fang Si, Zhu Fei looked around. Potter had asked the waitress to tidy up the room. In fact, some of the unsightly stickers with red tide propaganda slogans on the wall have been changed into landscape stickers.

Sofas, tables and chairs have moved some relatively new ones.

"Boss, Jean has been in the city for more than half an hour, but others have not arrived yet."

Potter hummed and sat down limpingly.

"No problem."

"It's really fast, Jean bastard."

Fang Si said that he walked to the sofa and just wanted to sit down, but was held by Potter's eyes. He raised his hand and smiled.

"It is also dirty to the newly washed blankets for the distinguished guests who will come over next, huh, huh."

Fang Si sat on the wooden chair next to her, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Don't feel uncomfortable Fang Si, negotiation is a matter of time, the sooner the better."

"Boss, are we not here to be kings for free? We go to the sun and we are nothing."

Zhu Fei smiled and shook his head.

"Cities will not let us continue to expand, so the present time and the subtle opportunities that emerge are the most timely negotiation opportunities."

Potter nodded happily, and sat down with his head raised and sighed.

"It has been 70 years since I came here!"

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