Hanging pot to help the world, called the world. The original intention was to save the people of Li from fire and water, in the history of the Jishi Association several times in the troubled times, after the reunification of the country, and quietly disbanded, disappeared without a trace, came vigorously, went silently, quite something to do to the style of brushing clothes, is a powerful and incredible organization.

"I've heard my father say that this organization can't be provoked, so it's better not to provoke it." Huang Yueyue whispered to dissuade. It's not that she looks down on Liu Wei'an, it's just that the gap between the two is too big.

It's the third day since he returned to Times Square, Liu Wei'an recovered from his injuries and began to plan to find trouble with the Jishihui, he is not a person who likes to suffer losses, he wants to find a place when he suffers, and he is very realistic, but after searching on the Internet for several hours, he found that things are not so simple.

The Internet has become something that human beings can't live without, basically whatever you want, you can find it on the Internet, according to Liu Wei'an's idea, the Jishihui is such a bullish organization, and the Internet should be overwhelmingly described about the Jishihui, but the truth is completely opposite to what he imagined.

Not at all, there is no description of the Jishi Association on the Internet, the organizational structure, the names of the personnel, and even the organization of the Jishi Association, which cannot be searched on the Internet, only a few charitable organizations with the same name. In the end, she had no choice but to consult Huang Yueyue, she was born in a noble family and had a wide range of information, she should know about this kind of lofty organization.

Huang Yueyue has indeed heard of the Jishihui, but what she knows is also limited, and her description can probably be summarized in these words: powerful, secretive, deep, strict, and terrifying. The final piece of advice is not to provoke.

To say it is to say nothing.

Liu Wei'an didn't speak, the problem now is of course because he wants to find a field, but the more important reason is whether Jishi will let him go, he is looking for a field just to take the initiative and strike first.

"I suggest you still listen to Miss Huang's words, Jishihui, you can't afford to mess with it." Zhao Hanqing walked out of the inner room, with a hint of haggard on her beautiful face, a little more weakness, since Uncle Zhang's death, there has been no smile on her face.

"As long as it's made up of people, it has weaknesses." Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed, and he had a premonition that the medicine was still in his hand, and Huang Yueyue was still following him, and the Jishihui would not let him go, and this day would not be too far away.

"Those people are genetic warriors." Zhao Hanqing glanced at Liu Wei'an, he didn't want to speak, but after hesitating, he still said it.

"What is a Gene Warrior?" Liu Weixin was inexplicably shocked, this word gave him a very bad feeling.

"Have you seen a movie? Resident Evil, that's pretty much what it means. Zhao Hanqing showed a sneer that didn't know whether it should be sarcasm or anger, "Those people you see are just failures." ”

"How do you know that clearly?" Liu Wei was shocked in peace of mind, the failed products are so powerful, aren't the mature products going against the sky? Then questions arose, staring at Zhao Hanqing, these things should also be a secret for the Jishi Society.

"My grandfather's death was related to the study of genetic warriors." After Zhao Hanqing finished speaking, he stopped talking.

"Young master, it's time to eat." Fang Xiaoyuan said respectfully, she was originally called Liu Wei'an's master, but this time she came back and changed to a young master for some reason.

Liu Wei'an didn't care either, he originally wanted to ask a little more about the genetic warriors and the Jishi Society, so he had to give up and said with a smile: "Let's eat first." ”

A large round table, six dishes, and a soup, for the city, such hospitality can only be said to be simple, but in the slave area, it can be said to be abundant, even if the economy of the slave area is soaring now, and the prosperity is a hundred times that of the past, there is still a huge gap with the city.

"Sit down and eat together." Liu Wei'an said to Fang Xiaoyuan, who was standing. Fang Xiaoyuan was a slave and was not qualified to sit and eat with his master. However, Liu Wei'an doesn't care about this.

Huang Yueyue eats and chews slowly, eats without saying a word, and is very perfect in her, and you can see a kind of aristocratic atmosphere. Zhao Hanqing thought about it, and only stared at a dish in front of him when he ate. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't have to speak, and it was very quiet on the table. Except for the first day, the lion has not eaten here for the next few days, the hairy monkey and the spider are still recuperating, these days have been almost better, it should be able to get out of bed in the next two days, the speed is so fast, and I have to thank Zhao Hanqing for this doctor.

I don't know the taste of food at a meal. Finally finished eating, Liu Wei'an immediately made a request, walked around outside, Huang Yueyue responded gently, Zhao Hanqing didn't know what to say, he didn't agree, and he didn't object. However, when he saw Liu Wei'an walking out, he also followed behind.

It was already dusk, the sun was about to set, and the afterglow shone on the earth, not red, but a rare purple, and the temperature began to drop, and a gust of wind blew, bringing a little coolness.

Times Square used to be an endless wasteland for hundreds of miles, because there were no plants, there was basically no rain all year round, the soil was cracked, and a large part of it had begun to desertify. Whenever the wind blows, Times Square is shrouded in a yellow veil.

Fortunately, it is not very windy these days.

"It's beautiful!" Huang Yueyue looked at the sunset on the horizon, a happy smile appeared on her pretty face, on the endless wilderness, there was only a round of red sun falling, such a scene was not seen by the canaries raised in the city. Zhao Hanqing just glanced at it lightly, and then lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Times Square is very lively, people come and go, adults and children, men and women, although there are still many people who are not clothed, with yellow faces and thin muscles, but compared with a few months ago, it is much better, at least the spirit is raised, and the eyes are bright, like before, there is only numbness and despair in their eyes.

A wide and straight road appeared in the field of vision, sixteen lanes, smooth, heavy, in the wasteland, such a road suddenly appeared, at a glance, there was no end, giving people a great shock.

"The total length of the road is 672 kilometers, and now 60 kilometers have been built, a tenth of it, and 138,000 people have been mobilized to live on this road, and it is expected that it will take eight months for the road to be completed. By then, it is estimated that there will be more than half a million slaves near Times Square. Fang Xiaoyuan's voice was tinged with pride, all of this was done in her hands.

"Half a million?" Liu Wei'an was taken aback. This number is not small, you know, there are only hundreds of thousands of people in a county, such as Banshi County, there are only more than 500,000.

"There are many places in the slave area, not just near Banshi County. There are at least three slave districts of the same size nearby, and these days, there are many slaves from other slave districts coming here one after another, so there are so many, and when the time comes, after the road is repaired, there will only be more people coming. Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an.

"With the ability of Times Square, you can't eat so many people, right?"

"It's definitely unbearable now, but in the future, it's hard to say." Fang Xiaoyuan's tone was light, but that incomparable confidence was revealed.

Liu Wei'an looked at her deeply and didn't speak.

At this time, a group of slaves who wandered from nowhere flocked to Liu Wei'an's direction, a few of them, brightly dressed, knew that they were rich people at a glance. The slaves shouted, "Give me some food, give me some water, and I'm going to starve to death."

These people are skinny and bone-like, their hair is yellow, they have not been washed for I don't know how many years, they are almost condensed, and their tired eyes are numb, although they are trotting, but the speed is slower than walking, and the state is extremely poor, as if they are about to fall down at any time, and before they get close, a foul smell has come to their faces.

"Stop, go over there, go that way." Fang Xiaoyuan didn't need to make a sound at all, and immediately a patrol rushed over, stopped the group of slaves, and arranged for them to go elsewhere.

"Where are you going to drive them?" Huang Yueyue was a little unbearable.

"As long as you are not sick, you can get some water and food, and an energy tube, if you are willing to join Times Square, you will arrange work, and you can have food every day in the future, if you refuse to join Times Square, then you will be expelled." Fang Xiaoyuan replied instead of Qin Xuan.

"What happens if you get rid of it?" Huang Yueyue asked. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't speak, just looked into the distance. Huang Yueyue followed its gaze, on the other side of the road, about a few kilometers away, there were some rickety people, some were lying down, some were lying on their stomachs, and some were supporting their bodies and staggering forward.

"What are they doing here?" Huang Yueyue was inexplicable.

"Wait for death." Fang Xiaoyuan said indifferently.

"Ahh Huang Yueyue was taken aback, "There is something to do, why don't these people do things?" ”

"They're used to sitting and waiting to die, and they don't want to change." Zhao Hanqing suddenly interjected.

"Why is this happening?" Huang Yueyue thought it was incredible.

No one can answer this question. Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Huang Yueyue, who couldn't bear it, there was something she didn't say, every morning, the corpse collection team can take away almost more than 200 corpses, every day, it will only be more, not less.

Huang Yueyue was pessimistic about these hard lives, and originally wanted to ask how to treat the sick slave, but she was not interested.

"Boss! You're finally back, and I miss you. As a big truck roared from a distance, with a snort, the big truck rubbed two black lines more than three meters long on the ground, and a giant jumped down from the big truck, with a loud voice like thunder.

"Stop!" Liu Wei'an shouted to stop when the elephant was about to hug him, his little arms and legs couldn't help but hug the elephant.

"It's good if you come back." The elephant smirked and grabbed his hair with his hands.

"You seem to be fat again." Liu Wei'an took a few steps back and looked at the elephant, his height should be more than two and a half meters at this moment, different from the emaciation before leaving, at this moment the muscles are solid, Kong Wu is powerful, like a bear.

"I didn't steal it." The elephant hurried.

"Poof—"

Huang Yueyue covered her mouth and smiled, originally because of the oppression brought by the huge size of the elephant, because of this sentence, she disappeared without a trace.

"You-" The elephant stared, and he was about to get angry, and after seeing Huang Yueyue's face clearly, he was stunned, and then his face turned red, turning into a monkey's buttocks, and he quickly lowered his head, and was stunned.

Liu Wei'an laughed.