After listening carefully to Tours' description of that incident, Xia Xiu's expression became even deeper.

The events of the week involved all the gangs in the new world and the various restrictions imposed by the extraordinary laws of Chengdu. This was obviously a complex and sensitive matter. The water in it was very deep and ordinary people could not grasp it. He needed to deal with it personally.

His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the desk. This habitual movement revealed that he was concentrating on thinking. After a moment, he decided to officially include this matter in his to-do list, which not only meant

It means that he will personally pay attention to and intervene in the development of this incident, which also means that this matter has been given sufficient importance.

"I will deal with it myself after a week."

Xia Xiu revealed his next itinerary plan to his confidant Tours...Part 1.

Obviously, the fox-eared boy was very happy that the director was willing to help his brother.

"Antonio will be happy to see you again."

"I'm also very happy to see my old friends who fought side by side again. To be honest, I'm tired of fighting alone." The blond young man spoke in a calm and gentle tone.

"Except for one week, do you know how Broly is doing?" Turs was concerned about another old friend at this time.

"I received a handwritten letter from him at the end of last month. He said that he has now entered the Berea disaster area in the Oletin Empire. The letter said this:

A new round of major natural disasters is erupting here. An unprecedented natural disaster is sweeping across the entire continent at an alarming speed.

It not only changed the face of this land, but also profoundly affected the lives of all people in Oletin.

The entire area is illuminated by strong ether radiation, causing countless ether crystals to miraculously grow from the plain ground. These crystals are scattered in the soil, on the surface, and even in dense river networks, and there is no place that is not covered by ether radiation ores.

.They exude a faint light, beautiful and dangerous, as if they are the scars left by this natural disaster on the earth.

With the spread of etheric radiation, scores of patients infected with ore disease began to appear in the empire. This disease is directly related to the exposure to etheric radiation. The disease spreads rapidly and seriously threatens people's life safety. In order to survive, these people

Patients began a large-scale migration, leaving the homeland that once raised them and embarking on a journey to find a new home.

This disaster on the Berea Plain was like a war without gunpowder, ruthlessly changing the land and the life on it."

Xia Xiu was reciting the content of the handwritten letter in his memories, his expression looked extremely serious.

Turs, who was standing aside, had a complex expression on his face as he listened to Xia Xiu reciting the contents of the letter. His fox ears unconsciously moved a few times when he heard the description, showing his sensitivity and uneasiness about the information.

"You don't have to worry too much about Oletin's natural disasters. The leader of the empire is undoubtedly an emperor who works hard to govern. He will never allow the people in his territory to suffer mass casualties. This will make him face trouble. After all, the emperor of the empire

He has always ‘loved his people like his own children’. Moreover, there are a large number of members of the Thirteen Heroic Knights stationed in the Oletin Empire, and there is also a mobile city in heaven called Utopia.”

Xia Xiu looked at the somewhat uneasy Tours and said a few words of relief.

"Broly works as a ranger in the Oletin Empire. According to his description on the envelope and the information sent from the Kingdom of Heaven from Oletin, we can know that he is currently doing some good deeds of robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

Well, the targets of his robbery were the great lords of the Oletin Empire who had city-state autonomy. In order to maintain the administrative and military expenses of the huge mobile city, those great lords levied various taxes on the lower classes, including land tax and head tax.

kind of tax.”

Hearing Xia Xiu say that Broly was working as a ranger within the Oletin Empire, Tours' mind subconsciously recalled the opponent's iron fists wrapped in bright red steam, as well as the ferocious corpses. Then, he silently

He silently mourned for a few seconds in his heart for those unlucky guys who were favored by Broly.

"Okay, we've almost finished what we need to talk about." Xia Xiu glanced at the clock hanging in the office.

"Bring me the initial candidates within this week." He gave his order to Tours. "After the Municipal Affairs Bureau is established, this team will cooperate with their work."

"Understood." Tours straightened his back and replied seriously to the director of the front management office.

"Go ahead."

Tours nodded, then turned and left the office.

squeak--

Boom——

As the sound of the door closing slowly faded away, a quiet atmosphere returned to the entire office, leaving only Xia Xiu alone.

At this moment, he rested his head on the cushion behind the chair, and his whole body seemed to be seeking a kind of temporary relaxation, assuming a posture close to lying flat. His hands were gently closed and placed on his abdomen, and his eyes were gently closed.

He seemed to be falling asleep, but his slightly trembling eyelashes revealed that his thoughts were not completely calm.

The wheelchair slowly rotated with his slight adjustments, bringing a subtle sound of wind, adding a quiet and unique feeling.

The brightly lit buildings outside contrast sharply with the tranquility inside, while the deserted streets outside add to an atmosphere of loneliness and contemplation.

On such a quiet night, the blond young man's expression was unpredictable.

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The next day.

8:00 AM

Hell's Kitchen·Shadow Abyss District.

Shadow Deep is located on the western edge of Hell's Kitchen. As you can tell from its name, it is not a local neighborhood.

In the past, it was famous for its prosperous light industry and handicraft production, attracting a large number of immigrants seeking work. However, with the fall of the New World, the acceleration of abnormality, the birth of the Junction, and the unprocessed wasteland of the plane

And the hub begins to discharge directly into the district, with the neighborhood being restructured.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The houses and land here blend together in an extremely absurd way. A river named the River of Forgotten Tears appears out of thin air. The originally modern buildings are overwhelmed by reality.

It becomes grotesque.

Dense factories and short residential buildings were reconstructed and squeezed between narrow, winding streets.

Severely polluted water bodies flowed in the Shadow Abyss area, and the air was filled with pungent chemical smells. The aborigines who originally owned properties here cursed and felt full of contempt and disgust for the new immigrants and aliens - especially those who had grown up everywhere.

Convenient alien race.

The aliens are full of disdain and gloating about the "spoiled" aborigines. In order to anger the aborigines, some aliens often pour feces and urine into the already seriously polluted Wanglei River in front of them.

"Forget tears, forget tears, don't cry, don't make trouble.

Wet or dry, we welcome everyone who comes.

Forget the tears, forget the tears, be enchanting and rich.

I’m so horny and thirsty, Eton is so ****”

This is the poetry written by those vulgar and styleless vagabonds from the alien race.

Although the whole story makes no sense, with no oblique rhymes, no profound meaning, and no endlessly memorable artistic conception, it is nevertheless full of the "flavor" of a story.

Those foreigners just made random remarks like shitting on the bed, holding shit on their hands, and other obscene remarks.

Moreover, these foreigners are very proud, because the loving father's compassionate eyes have looked at them and given them generous blessings.

This is a great encouragement to these alien races.

If God had not given birth to me as a shitty poet, Jingyuan would be as desperate as a long night!

They must achieve more to be crowned by their loving father.

They will be crowned as the father’s champions, and they will become the father’s divine choices!

"Oh, holding a piece of shit in your hand, drinking tincture of ipecac, walking on the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, looking like a returning king--" Goblin vendor Scratch Dirtypaw hummed a song, walking on Ninth Avenue

The intersection of Avenue and 42nd Street.

Scratch is a typical goblin, greedy and cunning, always looking for opportunities that can make him profit.

He doesn't care much about personal hygiene and often litters everywhere in Yingyuan District. His "treasure cave" is full of garbage and stench collected from everywhere.

A cunning and astute hawker, he is famous for his special wares in the narrow streets of Shadowyuan District.

At this moment, Dirty Claw was walking among the crowd, with a wooden box hanging on his waist. The box was filled with colorful and small bottles of different shapes, containing various strange potions.

These potions are not ordinary commodities, but come from a mysterious organization - [The Emetics].

This esoteric organization that believed in the Four Liquids theory sold the emetic potion it developed to the outside world, believing that it was a way to purify the body and soul.

These potions are popular in certain circles, especially among those who seek the ultimate in dietary indulgence.

After a grand banquet, they use these emetics to "empty" themselves so they can enjoy the food again, or out of obsession with their bodies.

Scratch Dirtypaw cleverly takes advantage of this, promoting the secret cult's potions as a fashionable lifestyle choice to attract customers.

Whenever Scratch is hawking on the street, his voice is full of cunning and temptation: "The secret potion from ancient wisdom will allow you to experience unprecedented purification!"

However, the goblin vendor's business is not just a simple transaction, each of his transactions implies a more complex intertwining of power and desire deep in the Shadow Abyss.

In this neighborhood polluted by industrial wastewater and domestic sewage, Scratch provides not only an emetic potion, but also a fantasy of escaping reality and seeking self-purification.

Rumor has it that the secret rituals of the emetic can make all creatures resemble the appearance of a loving father. If they continue to take the potion and perform the rituals, they will all become the children of the loving father - the sons of Nag.

They are the most numerous children favored by a loving father.

Even their appearance pleases the Plague God, because each of them looks like a tiny copy of the Plague God himself.

Some people say that the ingredients for the esoteric [Son of Nag] potion were extracted from the boils and pustules on the flesh and blood of the Great Unclean One by the hands of the loving father.

The Great Unclean One is the most powerful demon under the Benevolent Father. Those towering rotten flesh and fat creatures wield huge and rusty weapons on the battlefield. They spit out dirty pus at the enemy and release diseases.

Plague magic.

Their huge bodies were swollen with organ decay, and the dead flesh was covered with mossy boils and fetid pustules.

Inside the body of the Great Unclean One, [Son of Nag] and maggots as long as an adult man's arm were squirming and squirming.
To be continued...