Likaye.

The ancient Western European language of the near Yuan Dynasty means the closest place to hell, which makes people afraid of it.

Likaye, S. S. Dollar, is a chaotic, dirty, poor, high crime rate and higher mortality rate.

From the earliest remote slums, it has gradually evolved into a three-way zone at the junction of many cities.

Irregular huts of different colors and sizes of waste bricks and tiles are piled up, and they are built on the desolate land one after another, stretching for thousands of meters as far as the eye can see.

It's almost midnight, but the neon lights of all kinds are bright, and only the night Likaye is the real Likaye! No matter where you come from, you can be your truest self in Likaye, there are no constraints, no laws, no constraints, no rules. As soon as you come to Likaje, it is like coming to a Dominion independent of the state.

In Likaje, you can do anything, and no one will care about you. You may also encounter anything, and no one will care about you. All of them were left unchecked, making Likaye famous.

But as soon as you get out of Likaye, everything will return to normal, and no one can do whatever they want.

Likaye, some say heaven, some say hell, some say a lost Garden of Eden.

Boom, boom, boom......

The piercing heavy metal rock music exploded, and dozens of pairs of men and women of all colors in avant-garde fashion clothes were close together, swaying violently to the rhythm of the music, and the crazy focus was completely carried away.

Sweat, mixed with the smell of perfume, permeated the fierce dance of the crowd, the wild music and the loud smell, the strong smell seemed to be transformed into a catalyst, so that everyone was immersed in it, and the look was intoxicated.

Bang!

A violent loud bang broke the roaring music in an instant, and the rising flames rolled up terrifying shock wave ripples, and the entire underground dance floor was instantly washed away, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Before he could even cry for help, a scream of misery had already come from the billowing firelight, countless stumps and broken arms, rivers of blood, and miserable screams floated out of the blasted wall.

"Haha, you're not dead this time! In Likaye, if you dare to fight with me Larsen, you're looking for death!" A smug laugh, overpowering the screams, slowly drifted from outside the smoke-filled wall.

Bang, bang, bang!

The deathly laughter continued, and three more rockets shot out, piercing through the smoke and dust into the house.

Boom, boom, boom!

The violent roar made the surrounding brick houses tremble constantly, and the rising smoke and dust became more and more dense, and even a few kilometers away were clearly visible. There is a ruin under the smoke and dust, and there is no one left.

"Haha, in Likaye, whoever dares to mess with me Larsen, this is the end!" a domineering shout followed. In front of the crowd of dozens of heavily armed jackets and leather boots, a fierce man with a Jinyuan cigar in his mouth and a T63 bazooka in his hand yelled at the crowd of onlookers.

The surrounding crowd of people who were attracted by the roar, although there was a look of jealousy in their eyes in the face of Larsen's shouting, was still very calm. In Likaye, this kind of thing is all too common.

No one is not afraid of death, but there are so many people dying every day in Likaye that the crowd has long been numb. When you come to Likaye, everyone has their own choices, and facing death is as natural as breathing.

There are no police cars, no laws, no justice, everything is laissez-faire and doing whatever you want.

The whole of Likaje, after the smoke and dust that gradually cleared, soon resumed the noise of the night. Everyone went on with their lives, leaving behind a mess of dilapidated ruins, and no one bothered to ask.

Larsen held his cigar in his mouth, swaggered with his subordinates, and walked in the most prosperous red light district in Likaje, greeting familiar **** from time to time, and his high-spirited subordinates were already ape-minded.

"One by one, the monkeys are in a hurry! Go to the capital of Likaye first, and register the land, borderland, on a first-come, first-served basis. Where am I going to rebuild a casino, haha, what do you think?"

"Boss, mighty!" ......

A pair of piercing eyes looked at Larsen from the darkness, as the craziest dog in Likaye, no one would offend Larsen for this new messy place. And apparently Larsen is already warning.

In Likaje, there is no absolute power, only absolute interests, and the price paid for benefits.

Noisy streets, bewitching girls, brilliant neon, dynamic music, Larsen walks arrogantly.

"Go, go, go...... We don't have enough to eat ourselves, so how can we give you, little beggar!"

One after another disgusting words, a small, seemingly malnourished body was pushed away.

Strike.

The body of a young man dressed in a smudged costume bounced off several meters and fell heavily to the ground, eating several mouthfuls of mud and ash.

The young man's haggard face, his trembling body, spitting out the mud in his mouth, looked at the guards who pushed away him, and pursed his lips. The young man who was about to stand up looked tight, and his hands touched his neck violently, and a slight flash of pearl light was quickly covered up by the young man again.

Tightening the collar around his neck, the young man looked left and right, especially the people of Larsen who were walking in his direction, the young man hurriedly got up, turned his back, and walked briskly towards the periphery of the red light district in fear.

"Haha, you say, how should our casino be designed......" Larsen laughed wildly behind him.

In an alley that was avoided, the face of the previously thin young man seemed to be more haggard, and his nervous expression gradually relaxed after looking around for a long time. His hands reached into his neck, revealing a rough rope, and a dazzling pearl light lit up slightly. But soon it disappeared again under the cover of the teenager.

The boy exhaled deeply, his red face slowly returned to normal, and his hands were lowered.

"Yo, little baby, where is this?" said at the entrance of the alley, a sturdy body with a cigar in its mouth.

"Ah, Larsen!" the young man, who had just relaxed, snapped up and turned to run to the other side of the alley.

"Yo, where are we going in such a hurry? We've got candy to eat!" said two figures on the other side.

"No, I don't, let me out, I'm going home!" the boy rushed forward without hesitation.

Strike!

"Since you know my boss, you should be honest, my boss doesn't care how old you are!" the two pushed the boy who was rushing to the ground, looked at the boy who wanted to rush again, and threatened fiercely.

The young man's flushed cheeks were just about to inhale and bounce up, when he heard the words, he was stunned, and his already nervous pounding heart suddenly seemed to be still, and after a long time, he slowly lowered his head and sighed.

"Doll, what's it called? Don't be afraid, your Uncle Larsen, I like children the most! Say, what do you want to eat? I'll ask them to buy it for you." Larsen squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying, and slowly stepped forward and smiled.

"I want to eat, eat, eat you big-headed ghost!" the boy sprang to his feet and slammed into Larsen with the top of his head.

"Tomboy! play this with me, I play at this time, you don't know where it is!" Larsen smirked disdainfully, stepped back, avoided the boy's top, and reached out with one hand, choking the boy's neck.

The boy was suddenly frozen in mid-air, only to feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and beat Larsen with both hands.

Airplanes!

At the moment when the boy struggled violently, a dazzling light shone up, illuminating the dimly lit alley. A rough rope was exposed, and a perforated orb that appeared to be in the shape of a white ring shone with a dazzling light. Suddenly Larsen and the others were dazzled, staring greedily at the treasure in front of them.

"You beast, even if I break it, I won't give it to you!" The young man ignored the stop, Lasen's gradually powerful palm, pulled the rope around his neck violently, grabbed the ball and smashed it towards the dark corner of the alley, with reluctance and resentment in his eyes, but helpless.

"No!" Larsen screamed, throwing the boy aside with a sloppy blow, turning and chasing after the orb.

Boom!

The boy was slammed into the stone wall on the side, and with a low whine, the boy fell to the ground, life and death unknown.

Larsen, who was closest to him, with his sturdy body, exerted his strength to feed, rushed towards the ball, and yelled in his mouth: "You tomboy, if the bead is broken, I will definitely break you to pieces." ”

The bead, which shone with dazzling light, flew towards the dark corner, and immediately lit up the corner, and Larsen, who was chasing the bead, did not have time to pay attention to the surroundings, and only had priceless treasures in his eyes.

Click!

Chasing to a distance of only half a meter, Larsen was ecstatic to stretch out his hand to grab this flying treasure, and suddenly felt a black in front of him, and the whole person was stunned on the spot! The orb that was about to arrive was actually preempted by a hand stretched out out of nowhere. Larsen only felt a blow to his chest, and gradually blurred his consciousness, looking in front of him, a body bigger than himself walked to his side.

"Killing, being killed, in fact, is not so interesting! Killing, the person who should be killed, is a little interesting!"

Boom!

Larsen's pupils gradually dilated, and consciousness had already completely dissipated. If he could still hear this sentence and think back to his upbringing in Likaye, it would have been unclear whether the environment had changed him or whether he had changed himself. Larsen, who was slowly falling, seemed to have a sense of relief on his frightened face.

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

At the same time that Larsen lost consciousness, several sharp shadows flew out, and the other Larsen men around him fell in unison.

Everyone had a glittering dagger at their necks, and their eyes were still in horror and despair.

The burly man, at this time, had an extra European-style pipe in his hand, and lit the pipe, the man looked at the young man who had fainted by the wall, and muttered, "Guilty of it, hey, poor boy." But ......"

The man slowly opened his palm, looked at the dazzling beads in his hand, and suddenly fell into doubt: "A teenage girl, with such a treasure, was only discovered today?

"Moreover, this girl has appeared on my route from time to time since I entered Likaye, and there is a problem!"

Well?!

The man's eyes suddenly tightened, and he clenched the beads tightly, put them in the belt of his clothes, and frowned and swept towards the entrance of the alley.

"Everyone, come on! Sure enough, it's here! Alas, Larsen has been defeated. Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant!"

"Huh, outsider, who is this guy? There is no sign of fighting, Larsen is not so weak, this guy is not good! Everyone be careful! It seems that nine times out of ten things are in this guy's hands!"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's this guy first, and then we'll talk about how to divide the treasures. Outsiders, hand over the things, otherwise it's the same as Larsen!"

......

In the blink of an eye, the long alley was covered with all kinds of figures in front and back, surrounding the alley. The murderous crowd was waiting for the burly man's reply, although the result was the same.

"Likaye, it's interesting. The guy behind this scene, do you look up to me Jerry? or look down on me? Okay, I'll continue! You should all be the ones who should be killed!"

"I hope it's not you, Vic! but I hope it's you, Vic......!"

Jerry glanced at the girl in the corner, slowly put away the pipe in his hand, and spat out the last puff of smoke.

"Come on, Likaye!"

(To be continued...) ）

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