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A few big smoking guns were playing cards while leisurely swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and it was really a shame that the men in the corner could continue to exercise.

When Malza pushed the door in, the men were concentrating on the task at hand, and only the bald man and the fat man took care of Malza.

"Boss. ”

Marza got used to it, too, and walked past the group and came to the bald man.

"What, you got beaten?"

The bald man didn't continue to tease, put down the book casually, leaned back with his upper body, and crossed Erlang's legs.

The fat man stared at half of Marza's pig face, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Don't look at this fat man's meat, in terms of strength, he is stronger than Marza, and it is great to be able to eat a fat man in Meteor Street.

"Hmm. Marza lowered her head, a look of shame on her face, as half of her side was swollen and looked strange.

"Tell me about it. The bald man was expressionless, a little interested in wondering what was going on.

First of all, Marza knows the rules, if he is abused one-on-one, don't expect others to help him, if he is beaten by a group, depending on the situation, he can still help him get back to the field.

Since Malza came, it means that he was beaten by the group, but there should not be only one injury, the main thing is that the injury is too light.

"It's March, and outsiders who have only recently been accepted. Marza's tone was mixed with resentment, he knew the boss's style, so he didn't add any fuel and vinegar, and directly said what happened just now.

After listening to Marza's narration, the fat man immediately sneered: "Is there any mistake, you are as strong as a cow, but you are so frightened by a little child that you can't move?"

The bald man's reaction was not as great as that of the fat man, and he looked pensive, his triangular eyes flashing with a fine light.

Malza knew that he was wrong, and he had no power to refute the fat man's ridicule, but raised his head slightly, expecting the boss to help him out.

At this time, the bald man suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and patted Marza's shoulder, and said, "You can't be blamed for this, after all, you haven't touched that level yet." ”

Level?

Marza was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.

"What about them?" said the bald man, grinning a wicked grin.

Marza was overjoyed when he heard this, and the boss asked this, which meant that he wanted to help him, but before he could speak, he was robbed by the fat man.

"Boss, Malza is so useless, even if you have to leave tomorrow, there is no need to help him out, right?"

"Don't say that, it's a bad brother. The bald man glanced at the fat man, and his smile became more and more ugly.

Indeed, as is customary, this situation can only be considered that Marza himself is useless, and there is no need to stand up for him.

There are two reasons why the bald man agreed, one is that he judged that the little kid named 'Luo' can also 'read', so he is quite interested in meeting for a while, and the other is that he has been arranged to be one of the people who will be transported to the gang organization, and he has to leave tomorrow.

Again, the key lies in the second reason.

Anyway, I'm about to leave Meteor Street, and I basically won't come back in the future, so you can relax before leaving.

Originally, he had made a list of people who were going to be killed before leaving, and the method of death had already been decided.

If these people are the main course, then the two little guys, Luo and March, should be considered an appetizer...

"Heh, hehe..."

Thinking of the wonder, the bald man suddenly let out a low laugh, his triangular eyes burst out with an intoxicated light, and he subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips.

The emotions reached the depths, and the aura that belonged to him unconsciously emanated, ruthless, crazy... There seemed to be a black thread wrapped around him.

Marza and the fat man, who were closest to the bald man, were so shocked that they subconsciously took a few steps back.

The other people in the room were also taken aback, and the few people who played cards immediately threw them on the ground regardless of whether the cards in their hands were good or not, and they all retreated to the corner.

They looked at the boss who had been laughing lowly, only to feel that the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped, and they were cold.

"Tell me the location. ”

After a while, the bald man stopped laughing, and instead of looking at Marza, he picked up the book he had just put down again, and flipped it casually, and as he turned the pages, his almost crazy expression gradually calmed down.

This is a book that is not thick, and there is only one title on the orange cover: A Thousand Ways to Die for Humans!

That's how it feels...

Feeling the aura emanating from the boss, Marza's body trembled slightly, and at this moment, he realized that the boss was the 'same kind of person' as the little kid he had just provoked.

The Boss asks him where he is, but he can only guess the location based on the hazmat suit on March's body.

However, in the following answers, he could not use the uncertain words "should" or "maybe", and he had a hunch that he should bring such words.

Well, he would... Die?

Even if it's just a guess, or if you don't know the exact location, there is only one answer at this time.

At this moment, no one came to teach Marza how to answer, and he resisted his fear, summoned up all the courage he had left, and replied in a trembling voice: "The landfill outside West Street. ”

The landfill is large and there are classified sites, but Marza can only answer the landfill.

"Oh. ”

The bald man suddenly stopped turning the pages of the book.

"Well, that's how to die. ”

He muttered to himself, threw the book back, and walked towards the door with a blank face.

Everyone present didn't dare to take a breath, and their eyes moved to the door with the bald man.

"Go ahead, I'll go out and 'play' for a while. The bald man opened the wooden door and strode away.

The bald man's name is Cook, and he has always felt that he is a very noble person!

When Cook left, Malza's knees went limp, and he fell to his knees, his face and back already covered in cold sweat.

Seeing Marza's embarrassed appearance, the fat man couldn't laugh at it this time.

........

West Street Off-Site Landfill.

Just step out of Meteor Street and look around, you can see a lot of trucks carrying all kinds of garbage driving around the landfill.

These truck drivers may have developed a habit of taking the same route every time they come, and the types of garbage carried by trucks from different places are also different.

This is the world's garbage dump, where the rich and the poor and the weak send their garbage.

Over time, no matter which area the landfill is, it will be divided into four locations by the residents of Meteor Street, namely Area A, Area B, Area C, and Area D.

This is just a self-division, not a garbage sorting.

Zone D is the area with the least resources and the most chemical wastes, while Zone A is the area with the most resources, but there are also dangerous chemical residues.

Because Area D has the least resources and is dangerous, there are fewer people there, and the March people usually go to Area D.

After arriving at their destination, all four separated.

"What you think is useful, stay. ”

Following March's words, Law walked alone among the mountains of garbage.

Although it is not affected by miasma, it has an unbearable stench.

Luo's ability to control the 'qi' is still very weak, but it is still possible to cover the 'qi' on his nose to ward off the stench.

When he first arrived, he didn't immediately look for something useful, but wandered around.

Suddenly, a calm thought flashed like an electric current, causing him to subconsciously look towards a mountain of garbage twenty meters away.

Something's out there...

This sentence came to mind inexplicably.

Luo frowned, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the mountain of garbage.

As the distance closed, the subtle feeling intensified, like an arrow pointing him in the right direction.

Following the feeling that became clearer and clearer, Luo Qiang endured the psychological discomfort, got into this mountain of garbage, and turned it over with a clear purpose.

About ten minutes later, his fingertips inadvertently touched a hard object, and white smoke reappeared in his consciousness.

"This is?" Luo was slightly startled.