The population of wasteland is sparse after all.

Even the main city of Fujika Jiucheng is the center, the most prosperous, and the most populous... but compared with the steel and cement forests in the city, the tall buildings with shadows are still too small.

Fifty percent of the streets are in a deserted state.

At this time, a deserted street was in a dilapidated building.

The window glass has broken, and the cold wind has poured in, blowing the weeds on the windowsill.

Sheltered position, woman wearing red cloak and sitting on a chair.

Lying lazily on the backrest, pinching a cigar in his hand, his head slightly raised, and looking at the spider web on the ceiling.

“It’s really hard to do.

"Everyone says that the guards are waste, but when facing this group of waste, our actions seem to be not as smooth as we imagined?

"Lu Yiwen, Fang Yiqian, these little guys will die if they die.

"Their death is of no point!

"It seems like he's a fucking fart, and it sounds like a stinking sound, and no shit is left.

"A bunch of fucking pigs can't even understand the big thing.

"That old guy is another Qingquan Martial Saint, and he is not easy to mess with.

"This mission is so fucking disgusting!"

A woman is in her thirties, and the wrinkles on her face hide the vicissitudes of time.

At this time, while depressed, he stuffed the cigar into his mouth and took a deep breath, his mouth full of cigarettes.

The few companions next to them were standing obediently, not too reserved, but they didn't dare to talk to each other.

Director Hong is not a bloodthirsty person, but he also hates his subordinates not following the rules. If Director Hong does things, if she doesn’t ask you, you will pretend to be mute.

The woman in a red cloak, also known as Director Hong, recalled Mr. Red Wine.

"That stupid egg of red wine has also been broken in the town.

"Speaking of this, these stupid dogs died at the hands of that white latte?

"This white latte is a little supermodel. Could it be a damn second generation, right?"

Suddenly, someone came in outside the door. It was the man who had just killed Fang Dahei, named Lu Xiaoer.

As soon as he entered the door, he sighed.

“It’s a pity today.

"I was busy all night and really scared Fang Dahei's mentality.

"However, after his mentality collapsed, he did not go back to the textile factory or look for white latte, but instead ran around the city.

"There is no choice but to kill him."

Director Hong frowned and took another chew of the cigar, his mouth full of smoke and wrinkles on his forehead, making him even more depressed.

These days, they have worked hard to kill people everywhere in the city and inquire about it. Finally, they found this Fang Dahei. As a result, this dog guy doesn't play by the rules. Isn't this just a fucking disgusting person?

Many people were scared to death in the city, some of which were scared to death. In order to set off smoke bombs, they arranged suspicious soldiers and others, so that they could not guess the real intention.

Some are to grab the tongue, spy on the news, and find ways to enter the warehouse of the Tengjia Factory.

But now, Fang Dahei's clue has been broken again.

"Damn it, keep grabbing your tongue!

"Although the Tengjia Factory has a tight defense, it is definitely not a waste of water.

"I will definitely catch a suitable tongue."

...

Vinegar Factory.

Sitting in the office, the white latte was in a weird mood.

I can't say I'm depressed, I'm still happy.

"This Fang Dahei is dead?

"I didn't actually want to kill this kid.

“He also did some bad things, but they were not serious.

"The Dong family eats meat, so he can't even drink soup. At most, he has a little lard on his hands.

"He... was scared to death?"

To be honest, if Fang Dahei died in other ways, the workers in the factory might still wonder if he died in the cleaning of President Bai?

But now, Fang Dahei died in horror, and the workers in the factory would never say anything. They were very straightforward and neat.

White latte looked at the Sun Kettle next to it.

“Let’s do this, arrange a new warehouse administrator.

"From Fujijia, I found two trustworthy people.

"During this period, let Zhang Dahua find two colleagues and take the lead first."

Sun Shuike nodded immediately.

"no problem!"

Sun Shuike got up and left the office and went to make arrangements.

Bai Latte alone, and it seems that this matter is not that simple.

"The warehouse administrator of Tengjia Factory?

"This accident is a bit strange.

"Can it be the enemy who is eyeing our warehouse in the Tengjia Factory?"

The white latte frowned and felt it was hard to make sense.

What's in the warehouse of the Tengjia Factory?

Tengjia!

These people want to grab the rattan armor?

Many guards in the town are wearing them.

With their combat effectiveness, just kill and rob?

Could it be that they don’t like second-hand ones? They just want to grab the new vine armor?

"Damn it, these thieves are hard to guess."

No matter what, we must strengthen our defense of the warehouse.

...

Although apart from vicious incidents, the prosperity of the city has not been affected much.

For the majority of civilians, as long as the matter does not happen to their relatives, friends or neighbors, it is just a topic of conversation after dinner.

During the day, we should open a store and go shopping. There are still people coming and going on the streets, and there are traffic.

The hotels and restaurants on Central Street are still lively, and welcoming and seeing off, which is very noisy. However, the closing time at night has changed a little earlier.

Li Kele sold a large number of floating vines and earned a lot of commissions from it.

At this time, I was sitting in the restaurant, eating pot of pork and drinking sorghum wine, which was very comfortable.

He planned not to go home first, and enjoy it in the main city for a few days before going back.

After eating and drinking, he left the hotel and felt a little urinating.

Look at the alley next to me, swaying and walking in.

Whistle and unbutton your belt.

Suddenly, my eyes became dark and I was unconscious.

...

Night falls.

In the dilapidated building, the cold wind whizzed and it was pitch black.

Sometimes there is a rustling sound, I don’t know if it is a mouse, a snake, or a snake catching a mouse.

Li Kele was lying on the ground, covered in scars, and obviously was tortured very cruelly.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, his pupils were dispersed, he had less air intake and more air out, and he was almost out of business.

"I...I said...let me go..."

Lv Xiaoer next to him squatted down and sighed.
To be continued...