The madman took the old man to a room with a huge round bed, and said affectionately, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time......"

Of course, this is impossible.,Even if there is.,It's only out of the same person.。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Old K knew that it was impossible for a madman to have any good intentions, he still didn't expect that he would actually want to get a way to contact the Thirteenth District from himself.

In fact, if you think about it, it is indeed understandable that a madman would do this. A place like the 53rd arrondissement, with nothing but population, is almost the target of regional exploitation. In fact, population is a double-edged sword for any government, and the development of agglomeration areas is inseparable from population in all aspects, but in the same way, as the population increases, the various problems that the government needs to face will also increase exponentially.

Therefore, after repeated arguments and discussions, various unreliable and unreliable experts finally eliminated different opinions, and finally concluded through the experience of governing countries over hundreds of years that the best way is to build their direct areas into an immigrant society, use high welfare to attract talents of all kinds of needs, and then throw the responsibility of raising additional populations to other agglomeration areas.

There is no doubt that the two super-districts and the three first-class districts are typical of this immigrant society, and all the talents in the low-level districts aspire to life in these five cities and move spontaneously to them.

Then there are the second-level civilization zones, which usually have more developed industrial and agricultural capabilities, but the development is uneven. Such areas usually have the characteristics of both upper and lower civilized areas, and there is a great flow of talents, and most of the time, they absorb talents from the lower areas on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are also absorbing talents from the higher areas.

As for the third and fourth level agglomeration areas, they can only bear the fate of exploitation. While being scolded as a vampire by the people under his rule, he endures the current situation of being sucked by the blood of the superior district.

After all, there are not many leaders who are willing to use the power of their own districts to unite with the high-level districts to promote harmony and unity, so of course many lower-level districts will also come up with various ways to deal with exploitation. The easiest way is to limit the number of talents to be trained, adopt the method of direct selection, and cultivate various talents from an early age on a one-to-one basis. No matter how good the welfare of the higher-level district is, you can't go to the lower-level district to directly grab people. As long as the free flow of talent is restricted, of course, blood loss is reduced.

Under this negative policy, it is natural for the agglomerations to reduce their investment in public education, and the number of people who have mastered basic knowledge has spontaneously decreased. And this has the added advantage that it is obviously much easier for a government to manage a group of illiterate people than it is to deal with highly educated people, at least these people will not need any free air other than to be fed and clothed, and even if someone wants to give it, they will not understand what it is. At most, it's just asking if you can eat it? Is it tasty? How to eat? And then despise the propagandists, can't eat what do you say so energetically?

In the past, when the 49th District had not yet fallen into the hands of Wang Qinian, these two districts were exploited by the 11th District. However, after Wang Qinian's success in ascending to the position in District 49, there is the shadow of some forces in District 11 behind him, and it can't be too ugly to exploit it, so District 53 will of course have to bear a heavier burden.

In this case, Lao K was able to get a talent like Lei Ying, of course, he would be worried about a madman. He is a cultural person, and he understands that it is better to learn to fish directly than others to ask for fish, so he is not satisfied with poaching, and directly asks Lao K to hand over the channel to contact the thirteenth district.

Of course, up to this point, the madman still doesn't know that Lei Ying is from the Thirteenth District, and he doesn't know if Lao K really has a channel to contact the Thirteenth District, he just habitually works in the best direction.

Old K, of course, will not tell the madman what he wants. He didn't believe at all that a madman would keep his promise and let him go. Anyway, if you get along with each other, Lao K knows that he will never do this.

So he asked the madman to rescue the OL woman next to him, of course, the reason is very simple, that is his lover, if he wants to wander the world in the future, he happens to depend on each other.

The madman frowned and thought about it, beckoned someone to go out and make arrangements. Now that Lao K's territory is in chaos, it's not easy to find someone, but it's obviously safer to find someone than to pry out the information that doesn't know whether it's true or false from Lao K's mouth.

The two of them sat together across a table, chatting with each other, reminiscing about the past and looking forward to a better future.

In the end, the old K couldn't hold it anymore and asked the madman, "Are you going to stay with me all the time like this?" ”

After all, Lao K is not stupid, as soon as the words come out, he doesn't need a madman to speak, he immediately comes to his senses. looked at the madman and said, "Are you also hiding from Wang Qinian?" ”

Don't look at the strength of the madman just now, but everyone knows that in order to achieve this achievement, all participants need to abide by the Basic Law, if Wang Qinian really wants to carry out a massacre, and even the madman is killed, as long as Mu Yun doesn't tell him, then there is really no place to reason.

Lao K hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you know why Mu Yun believes Wang Qinian?" ”

The madman snorted, he had been thinking about this question all the time, and he had come up with a little eyebrow with confidence. So he smiled disdainfully: "I guess someone in District 11 pulled the string." He said to the old K: "You forgot? She originally lived in District 11, and she was familiar with re-entrusting District 11. ”

Lao K was stunned for a moment, secretly scolded himself for being too stupid, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone say lightly: "They already know each other, why do they need someone to pull the strings?" ”

Both the old K and the madman were taken aback, and the old K was a little better, he was originally a captive. The madman knows that there are all his own people around here, how can someone quietly approach his side and not know?

With his hands propped up, he bounced off his chair, his body spun to the ground, and when he faced the direction from which the voice came, he had already drawn his gun in his hand.

Then the madman's movements stopped, because there was nothing there, and the old K whispered, "Behind you." ”

The madman was stunned for a moment, turned around suddenly, and the wrist of the snatcher had been caught, and then the pistol was snatched away.

The madman was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back and knocked over his chair, only to find a man wearing a long black trench coat standing in front of him.

The man was slender, without a hat, with neatly trimmed hair, no beard under his face, and a large pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Even though it's well lit, wearing sunglasses in a room still feels weird.

"Who are you?" The madman asked.

"Are you crazy?" The man in sunglasses said. He looked at Old K again, "Are you Old K?" ”

He used a questioning sentence, but he did not wait for an answer, and said to himself: "I now sentence you to death in the name of endangering local security and trying to divide the territory, and execute it immediately." ”

"Wait a minute." The madman cried out, "Who are you?" ”

He was answered by two gunshots, and the madman's body fell straight down, slammed on the table, and slipped to the ground.

Old K was also shot in the forehead, with a pair of blank eyes, and his body slid down the chair in a slump, just falling next to the madman. These two people, who regard each other as the biggest rivals in their lives, never imagined that one day they would die side by side.

The man in sunglasses looked at the corpses of the two people and said softly: "The appeal is complete, and the verdict takes effect." ”

Then he threw the madman's pistol between the two corpses and turned to walk out of the room.