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Eventually, the barrier of Sector 9 withstood the storm, and the terrifying storm of behemoths was defeated in the confrontation with the barrier, retreating, and vanishing. When the storm receded, everything was calm again. And the people hiding in the 9th arrondissement also began to move, rushing back and forth, preparing weapons, food, ammunition and all the supplies they could. The trading floor, which is usually deserted, is also full of people at the moment. Each time the storm recedes, a number of mutants and energy-suckers will appear in the area where the storm passes. In order to ensure the safety of the gathering place, each of the forces controlling the gathering place entrusts those mercenaries and hunters to go around to sweep and clean up these monsters, on the one hand, to ensure that the road to the outside world is smooth, and on the other hand, they also need to obtain energy crystals from these monsters to replenish the network energy lost by opening the shield. Among them, only those who have made outstanding contributions to the forces of the gathering place will be eligible to live here permanently. It is even possible to go one step further and join the middle of the forces in the gathering place and become one of them. This is a tempting option for mercenaries, hunters, and warriors who are on the move.

Because of this, the trading floor at this moment can be said to be full of people. It used to be a commodity trading center before the disaster, but now it has lost its original function. But even so, people have found another use for it.

"Hey, we're going to clean up the zombie hordes in the West End, is there anyone along?"

"The Redbeard Mercenary Regiment has recruited! As long as you can prove yourself, then you will be able to join the Redbeard Mercenary Regiment, and then you will be able to have your own home here! Sign up now! ”

"Guns! Cannon! Hand grenade! If you can afford it, we've got all the weapons you can use! We can even get you a chariot and howitzer if you need it! Quantities are limited, so hurry up! ”

Amid the noise of the vegetable market, Fallon silently walked up the stairs on the second floor, not paying attention to the unlucky ones in the trading hall, most of whom would not return alive. The recruited mercenary group will more often send the recruited rookies to the front to make meat shields, which is called "trial", and only those who survive in the end can get the opportunity to join the mercenary group. Of course, before that, he had to make sure that he was intact and not crippled by the monster in front of him or the bullets behind him, otherwise he would not have seen the sun tomorrow.

As for those announcements of coordinated operations, it is a black and black notice that both sides know, maybe they can still work together when fighting monsters, but as long as the goal is completed, then it is not a new thing for the companions who fought side by side just now to immediately turn against each other. After all, there are so many rewards, and the fewer people there are, the more abundant the rewards and loot they get.

Even the seemingly harmless arms dealers are not fuel-efficient lamps, and they can certainly get you everything you want, including howitzers, tanks, and tanks. But you'll never know what they're up to, maybe the hapless chariot will break down somewhere when you're out in the house, or you'll accidentally touch the ubiquitous high-voltage current and turn into a pile of coke when you're going to use the tank to hit the monster on the other side. At this time, those arms dealers will uphold the spirit of "environmental protection" and recycle these weapons vehicles.

This is the end times, and order still exists, it just depends on how you understand it.

The heavy door closed behind Pheron, shutting out the noise outside, and Pheren took off the wide-brimmed hat he wore on his head, smiled and looked up. Judging by the luxurious and clean décor, this is clearly a VIP room. In addition to Fei Lun, there are already many people here, most of them know Fei Lun, and a few are fresh faces that they have never seen before, but even so, Fei Lun has guessed the identity of these people.

Those who are qualified to appear here are all strong people in the ninth district, so it is not difficult to guess the identities of those strangers.

Seeing Faerun's appearance, almost everyone present changed their faces. Most of the people who knew Feron had solemn expressions, while the strangers who Feron had never seen before had puzzled expressions, and it was obvious that they did not know the origin of the young man in front of them.

"Hey, I didn't expect them to bring you in, it seems that the old men have a tricky problem this time, 'doctor'."

A woman sitting on the sofa waved her hand boredly at Feron, she looked about twenty-five or sixteen years old, her hair was dyed colorfully, and her rather beautiful face was densely covered with lip rings, nose rings, and earrings. Even on either side of her eyelids, there were two metal rings hanging upside down, and it looked like the woman's entire face was like a metalwork expo, enough to make any person with a dense phobia pass out.

"Hello, Her Highness the Queen."

Facing the woman's greeting, Fei Lun smiled and saluted her, and hearing Fei Ren's response, the woman was obviously quite useful, she smiled and waved her hand, and then threw a wink at the black cat beside Fei Ren.

"Yo, cutie, you're here too, do you want to come to my sister's place for candy?"

Hearing the "Queen's" greeting, the black cat poked its head out of Feeron's side, glanced at her, and then quickly shrank back again. Seeing the black cat's reaction, the "Queen" shrugged her shoulders, and just as she was about to say something more, suddenly, a giant bear-like man stood up, strode up to Faeron, and looked at him condescendingly.

"You're the 'doctor'?"

"That's right."

Hearing the man's inquiry, Faeron nodded with a smile on his face, and at the same time looked at the man in front of him. Hearing Feren's answer, the man suddenly tensed his muscles, and then he grabbed Feren by the collar, pulled him up, and glared at him viciously.

"You killed my brother?!"

"I don't know who you're referring to, this gentleman."

Even if he was grabbed by the collar by the other party, Fei Lun still didn't react, and the black cat next to him directly arched his body, glared at the man who dared to be rude to his master, and let out a low roar full of threat. As for those in the back, they either showed an attitude of not caring about themselves, or they showed an expression of watching a good show. And those who knew Fei Lun looked directly at the man in front of him with the eyes of the dead.

"Two days ago, at the bar, or was I going to use my fist to remind you!?"

The man didn't pay attention to the gazes that were on him, he clenched his casserole-sized fist, and the green tendons on it involuntarily began to tremble. Seeing this scene, the smile on Fei Lun's face still did not change in the slightest.

"Oh......... The patient, I remember, of course, that although I treated him, I had to choose to put him to death because he was terminally ill, was there anything wrong with that? ”

"What !! you ****** talking about"

Hearing Feren's answer, the man became more and more angry, and he clenched his fists and raised them vigorously. Looking at the scene in front of him, Fei Lun did not struggle, on the contrary, he just shook his head slightly with a helpless smile.

"Looks like you're going to need treatment too."

The moment the man heard this, he suddenly felt a trembling sense of fear burst out of his body, the instinct of a battle-hardened warrior who was warning him that the shadow of death was approaching. As a warrior, he immediately jumped backwards quickly, and at the same time tensed the muscles of his body, and the power began to flow rapidly, condensing to ensure an earth-shattering fatal blow...............

However, when the man jumped away and landed again, his huge body completely lost its strength and fell to the ground on his back with a "bang". His godless eyes still lacked rage, but the flame of life had completely vanished from them. There was not a single scar on the man's body, only the scalpel stuck in the center of his forehead could explain what happened at that moment.

Seeing this scene, those newcomers all changed their faces, you must know that this man is a powerhouse with a fifth-level authority, and not only that, he is also the leader of a mercenary group. But now, he just lay here, turned into a cold corpse............... That young man actually killed the other party so casually, didn't he understand what it meant?

Instead, those who knew Faeron only glanced at the corpse and withdrew their gaze with disinterest. They had long guessed that the idiot would end up like this. The leader of a mercenary group? Level 5 Clearance Dog? What's that?

Everyone is equal in the face of death, but it is definitely not an empty phrase.

"Squeak..............."

Just as the air in the room fell silent again, the door opened again, and then an old man in a suit appeared in front of everyone, he first glanced at the body of the man who fell to the ground, and then looked at Faeron, who was standing quietly next to him, smiling silently.

"You're still the same, 'Doctor.'"

In the face of the old man's words, Faeron did not respond. However, the old man obviously didn't care if Fei Lun answered the question, he waved his hand slightly, and soon someone entered the room and quickly dragged the man's body out. Then, the door closed again.

No one objected to the old man's approach, because the old man standing in front of them who looked weak was none other than the executive director of the Blackstone Group, which controlled the entire gathering place of the Ninth District-in plain terms, he was the king here.

"Okay, now that you're all here, I won't talk nonsense."

Standing in front of everyone, the old man coughed, and then he raised his head and looked at the people sitting or standing in front of him.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule, I think you may have noticed that all of you here are people with some strength in District 9. In fact, the reason why we have gathered you is simple. ”

At this point, the old man paused, and then continued.

"We at Blackstone Group hope that you will join us in our urban development plan."