Ark 12 Street, a well-known slum on Elysium, is inhabited by the poor, the sick, and people whose lives are full of despair. Apparently a bunch of guys in expensive black clothes don't fit in here, not to mention that each of them is weird.

There was no one else to be seen on the street except these guys, and the doors and windows of the houses on both sides were tightly closed, and there was no wind in the air. The group didn't notice that anyone was holding a magnification mirror at them, and at this moment the two factions were facing each other, black and oppressive, and they were holding a silver box on one side and a rectangular black iron box on the other.

"Pay with one hand, deliver with the other." The skinny middle-aged man at the front spoke calmly, but his tone was as shaky as the thinning hair on his wind-blown head at the moment.

"You, you pay first." The middle-aged man with a fat face on the other side said, his voice was loud, but his eyes were subtly dodgy.

"You deliver first."

"You pay first."

"You ...... first"

"You ...... first"

After the meaningless argument lasted for two minutes, the faces of the two men who looked like bosses from the formation turned green in unison, as if they were choking, and their expressions were extremely embarrassed.

On this crisp autumn evening, the middle-aged man with a fat face took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the thin bald middle-aged man looked at a loss.

"Boss, we might as well show them the principal first."

Behind the thin middle-aged man, the long-haired secretary whispered in his ear, and a gleam flashed in those narrow eyes.

"Oh, oh, of course, that...... Show them the principal. A bald man carried a silver box and took two steps forward with an expressionless face and stood still.

"Mr. Deng?" The man in the bowler hat with the cyan tattoo all over his body reminded his boss.

"Well, go ahead."

Deng Lun coughed embarrassedly and motioned for his subordinates to step forward. Deng Lun's guards easily stepped forward with one hand and confronted the bald strong man.

The bald head opened the box, and a pile of clean and neat bills appeared in front of them. The subordinate nodded, placed the black iron box on the ground, opened the lid on it, and pulled out a huge fist glove.

"Pure tungsten steel and unconventional magnet made of Digas Z-109 boxing gloves, is the latest this year, and the particle memory is also equipped with the highest specification 1020, oh, and satellite self-sighting, this is for you."

The tattooed man said proudly, holding his head high.

"Great, otherwise we wouldn't have spent so much money on it." The long-haired secretary replied elegantly, and it was hard to see what was going on on his plain face.

"So, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other?" The tattooed man coughed lightly and slowly raised his head, no longer smiling on his face. The long-haired secretary didn't respond to him, staring silently at the nonchalant faces on the other side, and then laughed a little, cruelly and coldly.

"Looks like we've all thought of a piece."

"I think so."

After a period of silence, the long-haired secretary sighed, "Choosing to do business with this poor acid organization really won't meet any good things, tsk, it's really sad." ”

The tattooed man lifted his hat, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"Don't fart me there, don't you all have a good thing?"

"Do it, don't leave it alive." The long-haired secretary finished coldly and returned to the car without looking. The next moment, the silent street erupted with a burst of roars piercing the sky, and boxes of money were thrown high into the sky like garbage, flashing with mottled light, and white papers were flying all over the sky.

Zhang Hang looked at the group of rioters on the street and sighed in his heart. Both sides are organizations of considerable size, and once they really fight hard, no one will get good results, and it is impossible for an organization of their level not to understand this simple and understandable truth. Zhang Xuan squinted his eyes and watched the battle through the magnification mirror, still without the intention of pulling the trigger.

"So, both of you think you can take out the other...... Is that what it means? ”

Perhaps this is also one of the lessons that demons have taught humans, these guys who have lost the chance to be normal people and sold their souls to demons, their power beyond common sense makes some people stronger, but also makes some people lose the ability to think.

Why bother thinking about that kind of headache, kill the other party happily, and then it's all over. Zhang Xuanxuan thought, maybe this is the real idea in the heads of these idiots. Zhang Hang had been investigating intelligence for a week, and there was no way he could waste a week for this group of fools.

They fell within the scope of Zhang Hang's investigation, but it only took one day to investigate clearly. The remaining six days, he spent on other guys.

"That's it, poor bunch of ants."

The scene was as cruel and bloody as a beast fighting, because the loud sound that resounded through the streets came to an abrupt end.

With his back to the rich sunset, a huge man walked step by step. These red-eyed people are already strong compared to ordinary people, but compared to this guy who appeared out of thin air, they seem short and thin.

The man was at least three meters tall, with a round golden head, a large gold chain around his neck, and tendons and flesh all over his body, and he looked almost more fierce than these criminals.

Looking down at the vehicle blocking the way, the man's giant arm clenched his fist and smashed on the car with a "bang", and the car was smashed over, and it stood upside down in the corner desolate and smoked.

"Sure enough, it's still here."

Zhang Xuan sighed, and his gaze became serious, his fingers tightly clasped on the trigger.

This year's most powerful witcher, known as the "King of the Mountains", Durrey, as long as he is a witcher, there is no one who doesn't know this guy. In order to investigate him, Zhang Hang did not rest for a whole week. It started with an accident, but it's too late to say it, and Zhang Hang knows he doesn't have a choice. Anyway, this guy has to be stopped.

"You, who are you!"

The hapless long-haired secretary never imagined that something more terrible than a demon would emerge, and he was covered in blood and struggled to climb out of the deformed car, looking at Dure's giant-like posture with a face full of horror.

As for the bosses of the two organizations, Wang Sheng and Deng Lun, they were already cowering in the corner in fright at this moment, one with a pale face, the other with a frightened face completely incontinent, and the clear yellow liquid on the ground was slowly flowing.

"It's because of your miscellaneous things that the world is so turbulent."