Born under the black clouds, his life is like a mustard......

Of course, Zhang Lan is not the first person in the world to resist the rule of the group, and naturally he is not the first person to be persecuted by society.

Thousands of people who couldn't survive because of the group, the powerful, and the weak came to Xiaoyao City by smuggling, pickpocketing, selling their bodies or kidneys.

suddenly found that he had no power, no power and no roots, and he couldn't get away with it in this free city. There is no formal way to enter the customs, and the first thing after entering the city is to be pulled clean.

The only way to survive is to sell cheap labor, do the most tiring and dangerous work, and live in this depraved street, drifting like an undead.

The entire street of degenerate refugees is only one percent of the area of Xiaoyao City, but it is crowded with equal to 30% of the city's population. They had to live by sinning, begging, plundering, and selling their lives. And the dirtiest trades, and the most evil addictive drugs, also eat away at their lives and livelihoods.

The magnates in the real Escape City disdain to come here, and the people dare not come here, but it is the pawns like Xin Bug in the greedy wolf camp who are frequent visitors here.

They wore the lowest military badges, and they could be offered as masters in the Fallen Street, and at the lowest price, even a piece of moldy bread, they could spend the night with a relatively clean woman.

Obviously, a proud soldier sister like Nightingale is difficult to connect with Fallen Street, and Xin Bugs naturally don't know why they are here.

Looking out the window at the so-called entertainment venues with "casinos", "chicken farms" and "foundation fields" written in fluorescent paint along the streets, as well as those scrawny street girls who insisted on wearing coarse linen with the smell of horse fleas, Zhang Lan had the illusion of returning to the slums of the Third Federal City. No, it should be said that the slums are more advanced than here.

"Nightingale, what is hidden in the Fallen Street?" Zhang Lan asked softly.

"A bunch of walking dead undead, and some bigwigs pretending to be corpses. Some businesses are too conspicuous to do outside, and it is the king to have meat buried in the rice to eat. Nightingale explained.

"Are you going to show us the big guy?" Zhang Lan smiled.

"He didn't like to be called that, and the hunters called him 'Devil', an old man who was 100 years old. When I was a child, I always came to him for a meal when I got good goods. For the hunter, he is the God of Wealth. "The nightingale shares her past experiences.

"Your God of Wealth seems to be highly respected here."

Zhang Lan looked out the window, whether it was a beggar on the side of the road, or a person enjoying the shade on the balcony of the second-floor tulou not far away, there was a "guy" hidden under the wide cloak, obviously from the moment the truck entered the depraved street, it had already fallen into the eyes of the evil ghost.

"I've also heard of that guy, it is said that he and Hong Bo of Easy City are brothers, and the backstage is hard to death, but I haven't seen a real person." Xin Bug said with relief.

"Whether it's evil spirits or good people, we're here to do business. Nightingale, do you know what I want? Zhang Lan leaned lazily on the saddle.

"The Lan Ye team is growing stronger and stronger, and your goal is also the sea of stars, and the demand for weapons and equipment in the future is definitely not something that a collateral warehouse in Anle Pavilion can meet. I think it's necessary to take this opportunity to take you to meet him, after all, if Cangtian is the king of the city, then the demon must be the emperor of the city. ”

The nightingale looked at Zhang Lan, "But don't say I didn't warn you, the evil ghost is moody, and he can't figure out what he's thinking, so you must pay attention to what he says." Don't bargain, he says as much as he wants, just ask for a dime, and you don't plan to leave Fallen Street alive, everyone here is likely to be his bomberman, and there are snipers hiding in every corner, even if you are a powerful person killed here, no one dares to track him down. ”

"I really want to meet this big guy." Zhang Lanke didn't notice the danger in the nightingale's words at all.

Soon, the truck drove to a courtyard gate in the depths of Fallen Street, with a dilapidated iron railing gate, garbage cans piled up in the corner, and a hill of discarded electronics and cars stacked in the inner courtyard, giving Zhang Lan a sense of intimacy back to her former garbage dump.

Three big men with a slight rush stopped the truck, and one of the eldest brothers climbed into the cab, looked at the three of them, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?" ”

"Hunting outdoors, I got a batch of sharp goods, and I looked for evil spirits to eliminate them." The nightingale speaks all sorts of nonsense that only hunters understand.

"The demons have long stopped doing this kind of business, so go back." The captain said angrily.

"Don't accept it?" The nightingale really didn't expect this, and was taken aback.

"Friend, since we're here, you might as well let us know, we've brought all the good stuff!" Xin Bug was sensible, and hurriedly took out two hundred bills and handed them over, knowing that in this depraved street, two hundred yuan can find two beauties.

"Fuck off! Who are your friends? You official dogs! Hurry up and get out of here! The big man directly crumpled the two banknotes into garbage, threw them on the face of the Xin bug, and jumped off the car.

"Hello, what do you call it?"

Zhang Lan opened the car door from the other side and jumped to the ground, and the other two guards guarding the door immediately picked up their machine guns and aimed at Zhang Lan, the electromagnetic submachine gun called Little Bee is a high-end product here, with a rate of fire of 80 rounds per second, which can beat Zhang Lan into a sieve in an instant.

"Who got you off the bus? Get on it and drive away! Otherwise I'll make you all reimbursed here! The big man scolded with a look of disgust.

"Since you're not a friend, let's talk about the law. Just now, you maliciously destroyed the federal currency and committed the crime of insulting the currency, and it stands to reason that you need to go with me to the Sheriff's Department to be interrogated by the Seven Killers. Zhang Lan still said politely in the face of the machine gun.

"Breaking the law? What are you? Does a greedy wolf dog dare to bark here and look for death? Give you one last chance, now, now, immediately, get out of the Fallen Street alive. ”

The big man stood in front of Zhang Lan, a head taller than him, and the muscles of his body were like knives splitting stones, and roaring Zhang Lan was like a father teaching his son.

"I'll also give you one last chance, come with me now, we can solve this misunderstanding civilly." Zhang Lan said calmly.

"Civilization, you are paralyzed! Drink, phew! Dahan luck took out a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat and spit directly on Zhang Lan's face.

Almost at the moment when the disgusting mucus touched Zhang Lan's skin, Zhang Lan turned 180 degrees sideways, flew up with a kick, and the big man who looked like he was 200 pounds was kicked out, hit the locked iron fence behind him, and fell heavily in the yard.

"Insulting the official personnel...... Zhang Lan waved his hand to wipe the thick phlegm off his face, and still smiled, "Now the crime is big, and it's no problem to kill you." ”