In the 19th century, a French writer described London's sewers as "a terrible cellar", which is quite appropriate in the context of the time.

But in the 23rd century, even the sewers were lit everywhere, so the "horrible" atmosphere of the place was no longer there, and all that was left was disgusting.

If I were a cartoonist, I would draw a cartoon that personified cities around the world, and in that cartoon, Foshan would be a warrior in a long robe, Osaka would be a comedian with a flamboyant expression, Paris would be a mercurial girl, and London would be ...... will be a fat and restrained uncle.

This uncle is well-dressed, pot-bellied, with a serious expression and no smile; He cleaned himself up, but he still couldn't completely eliminate the greasy feeling of the obese middle-aged man...... So he always kept his cigarette in his hand, always hiding himself in the smoke and holding a newspaper, staring at some news that he didn't necessarily care about, pretending that he was still the center of the world, the center of attention, and then lied to himself that his opinion was still important.

Many people compare the sewer to the blood vessels of the city, and according to this, the sewers of *** Dun should be the uncle's arteries.

What flows there is not so much blood as oil...... Thick, filthy grease.

Not only did the coagulation and blockage of the fat filth raise a number of huge rats (certainly not as big as Mr. Sprint's), but they also produced a large number of unbearable foul-smelling gases.

Although water utilities spend a lot of money on "skimming" cleanups every few years, the underlying problem has never been solved, and it will continue over and over again unless you get the fools living in middle-class dreams to stop flushing down the drain with the foods that make them sick in their twenties.

To sum up, so far, at least 80% of London's sewers are still completely closed to the outside world, and ordinary people are prohibited from entering, and they are not willing to enter.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that if you don't wear an oxygen mask and a gas monitor, you can get killed if you run around the sewers and run into areas where methane and hydrogen sulfide exceed the standards.

In fact, almost every year, there are several news stories of drunkards or homeless people who strayed into the sewers and ended up dying of hydrogen sulfide poisoning.

And this kind of news ...... It's like the kind of news you occasionally see someone buying a lottery ticket and winning tens of millions of dollars – not necessarily true.

Logically speaking, the news that "someone won the lottery jackpot" is created so that people who see the news will buy lottery tickets, then, simple reasoning, it can be seen that the news that "you may die if you go to the sewer" is to make everyone not go to the sewer.

Who would make this kind of news? It must be someone entrenched in the sewers.

The "Killer Alliance" is a group of guys who use the sewers of big cities as strongholds; With the exception of Crystal County, all of Europe's first-tier cities have their strongholds in the sewers.

For such an organization that "kills" people, it is easy to occasionally kill a few drunkards and homeless people, and then buy the local media to publish some fake news.

They've been doing this for many years, and while the history of this organization isn't as old as that of the Shadows, their roots are definitely not shallow.

Today, Jack is a cadre of the Killer Alliance...... That is, under the leadership of the "fake blind man" who connected him in the park, he came to the headquarters of the Killer League in the sewers of London.

Because they were walking in "safe areas" and "dark passages", they didn't need oxygen masks or monitors, and they arrived at their destination quickly.

After navigating several corridors, Jack entered a room that resembled a meeting room and waited; In addition to him, there were two nonchalant killers in jackets, armed with weapons, who stood in the corner of the door and in the opposite corner, and the chairs and tables in this room were located in the middle of the room, so when Jack sat down, he naturally became in a state of "belly and back".

Of course, Jack doesn't care about this, and he can handle more sinister circumstances, which are just small scenes.

Click-

A short time later, the door was pushed open, and a man in his forties walked in.

This man looks very much like the common street thug in the movie, he has a shaved head, a full chin and a stubb, a "reckless face", and a fairly reckless figure.

He wore a tight-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans on the bottom; Don't mention the lower body, just the upper body, under the tight short sleeves, his bulging muscles, burly torso, looks like he can pull out the arms of the weeping willows...... It's all impressive.

Some people, you see his muscles and ask, "Are you working out?" But this man belongs to the type that you don't even ask, and you directly assume in your mind that he works out for more than six hours a day.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." As soon as the strong man entered, he took the door with him, greeted Jack quite warmly, and politely stretched out his right hand, "Long admire the great name." ”

"Each other, Mr. Gustin." Jack replied without humility or arrogance, and got up to shake the other's hand.

The moment the two of them held their right hands, Gustin immediately began to exert force, how much force did he add...... It's probably the kind of force that can crush an apple.

It wasn't an attack, it was a test, he just wanted to see how the man known as the "God of Killing" would react to it.

As a result, a second later, Gustin's four fingers, except for his thumb, plunged into his own thick palm, poking out four shallow holes in blood.

He didn't realize that Jack had used "time stop", so he didn't know how Jack's hand was withdrawn, but of course, it didn't matter......

"Huh...... It's kind of interesting. Gustin smiled heartily, wiped his bloody palms from his pants with a big grin, and then turned to sit down in the chair near him, "Please take a seat, Mr. Anderson." ”

"I don't think it's fun to crush the bones of someone you're meeting for the first time." Jack said as he sat down.

"No, no." "It's never so much about what I do, it's about what I do...... What someone else did. As he spoke, he shook his injured right hand, "Through the 'handshake' thing, I can often test a person's character, measure, and sometimes ...... You can even see what abilities the other party has. ”

"Then I'll venture to speculate...... "Your hand must be hurt a lot," said Jack. ”

"Hehe......" Gustin said, "yes, an injury like this is a light one, I have been broken in turn, and my entire hand has been cut off in an instant, of course...... I've also encountered some strange reactions, such as a guy who was pinched into a paste by me with his whole hand, but his face still didn't change and his tone was the same. ”

"Then have you ever thought that just a test of shaking hands could get you killed?" Jack asked again.

"If you were to see me as a person, I would have considered that possibility." "But you're talking to me today on behalf of an organization, so that shouldn't be the case, right?" ”

He said this with a very confident demeanor and a clear mind.

Obviously, he just looks like a reckless man, and in fact, his IQ and city government are not bad, otherwise he would not be the leader of a multinational organization like the Killer Alliance.

"Yes, that makes sense." Jack said, "Then I'll tell you straight to the point on behalf of the organization......," he paused and continued, "At present, we are forming a large alliance of resistance forces with the 'Reverse Cross' as the core, and I hope that your organization can join as a subordinate, obey our command, and become one of our wings." ”

Gustin was stunned for two seconds when he heard this, and then suddenly burst out laughing, laughing for a while before he came to his senses, and continued, "Mr. Anderson, I assume that you are serious...... What are the conditions you can offer for such a request? ”

In the face of this slightly perfunctory reaction, Jack just replied calmly: "On the day of the success of the 'Sixth Empire', I will reward all the organizations and participants under its umbrella for meritorious deeds and increase their ranks." ”

This sentence made Gustin's face change, and he realized that the other party was indeed serious...... Very seriously.

"I see......," Gustin thought for a moment, and said with a straight face, "Let's put it that way...... The fact that you can take out the 'Nine Prisons' shows that you are powerful, but it is only a small-scale operation against a specific location, and the 'war' is another matter, and I don't think your organization can wrestle with the Federation on a frontal battlefield, let alone ...... Not long ago, there was an incident like the 'Iron Curtain Flame', and almost all the rebel organizations in Eurasia were wiped out, and the people are still denouncing them; what kind of inexplicable 'Sixth Empire' are you mentioning to me now, and asking me to bring the entire 'Killer Alliance' to be your pawn, it is not realistic at all, and the conditions you give are almost 'painting cakes', I think ...... There is no need for us to go any further. ”

After that, he got up and left a sentence before going out: "Send off guests." ”

"Wait." Jack stopped the other before he could walk out of the room.

"Anything else? Mr. Anderson. Gustin didn't look back, but stopped.

"I need to make a phone call and talk to the higher-ups, and I hope you can stay here and wait for me to finish." Jack replied.

Gustin sighed, turned around again, and closed the door again: "Okay. ”

By the time the words fell, Jack had taken out his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed a number.

"It's me......

"Yes, he's here......

"Yes, it was denied......

"Do you want me to say it......

"Hmm...... Courageous, strategic, not a man who is willing to be subservient, but also ...... But that's it......

"Okay...... Got it......

"Understand ......"

With that, Jack hung up.

Although the call was not long, and Jack didn't say much, Gustin's expression changed several times along with the limited information throughout the process.

At this moment, Gustin realized that unlike his use of "shaking hands" to test his opponent, today's entire meeting seemed to be a temptation from the other party.

"Mr. Gustin." Jack put his phone away and stood up as well, "You just said ...... If I had come to see you as a person, would you have considered the possibility that I would kill you after shaking your hand? ”

Even the other two killers in the room could hear this...... It is a precursor to the "use of force".

Gustin was undoubtedly a capable man, and a battle-hardened master, and he could feel it when someone at close range unleashed his killing intent.

But, at this moment, he didn't feel anything.

Jack stood right in front of him, and made some dangerous lines clear, but ...... Gustin didn't notice the slightest hint of murder, as if Jack was just a passerby who wasn't offensive in any way, and even if he looked away safely, he wouldn't do anything.

"I see...... Is this the 'God Killing'? In that fleeting second, Gustin thought to himself, "I thought that the man who stood at the 'apex' was just someone else who was more aggressive, but the result was ...... It's me who is superficial. ”

Thinking of this, Gustin mentioned 120% concentration, ready to deal with all attacks, and did not shy away from tensing up the muscles of his whole body, concentrating energy on the surface of his body, and then replied: "Yes, I said it." ”

"Hmm." Jack still looked so calm, and even took out a cigarette from the inside pocket of his jacket very casually, lit it for himself, and took a slow puff, "Uh-coincidentally, my boss told me just now that I can get off work." ”