Ten o'clock in the morning.

On the outskirts of St. Arral, the unsightly crowd was leaving the city from the other side of the Broken Boulevard, and from time to time someone looked back at the medium-sized landship parked in the north of the Broken Boulevard, lying there quietly, without any intention of starting the engine.

"There's no news from the Timos family yet?"

Amiya put down the manuscript in her hand and looked up to ask, and the scavenger who was sitting on the side shook his head, indicating that nothing had changed so far.

"With so many people gathered in the wilderness, there could be a humanitarian catastrophe, ask them how they arranged it...... Well? ”

Amiya was halfway through speaking, her attention was drawn to a text message from the terminal, and the scavenger gave her an inquiring look, and after reading it, she sighed, "The doctor won't be back for a while, he took the red with him." ”

The girl pursed her thin lips, as if she was thinking about something.

The scavenger asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"It's nothing, someone killed a job seeker who wanted to join Rhode Island in front of him, and he went to the main messenger to ask for an explanation."

The scavenger suddenly said: "So that's the case, it's hard for him to choose to bow his head when he encounters this kind of thing, but aren't you worried?" ”

Amiya lowered her head: "The current doctor is very different from half a year ago, he is like a natural warrior, with an extremely strong learning ability, and the combination of Black Horn, Tsukimiya and Kakubuchi is no longer his opponent." ”

"Miss Amiya, do you need hot water?"

Grey's voice came from outside the door.

Amiya glanced at the glass and exclaimed, "Okay, thank you." ”

……

……

Smack.

The wheel ran over the empty water bottle in the middle of the road, and the cap ejected far away, hitting the fence not far away, and rolling into the corner.

Zhou Jinru drove the locomotive quickly across the street, when he passed the previous roadblock, the gang members avoided it, lest they could avoid it, the further north they drove, the more sparse the flow of people on the road became, and then there were no people in sight, only the roar of the engine of the locomotive under him.

"Half an hour's drive."

"Hmm."

Zhou Jinru hummed, leaned on the locomotive, moved forward at full speed, galloping in the empty city, even if there were a few inquiring eyes, he was left far behind before he could react.

He remembers that the northern part of St. Aral was originally an industrial area, close to the mines, so it was also a major area of damage from the geological disaster.

"Red, pay attention to your Source Stone Monitor, if the value is too high, you leave first."

Zhou Jinru needs a helper, but that doesn't mean he wants to risk becoming an infected person to help him.

Red didn't speak, just hugged his waist from behind.

Whether he can catch up with Duke Ford, who is on the run, Zhou Jinru thinks it is feasible, especially after he has read the other party's resume, and is even more sure that he will not give up the wealth accumulated over the years.

This is the number two person who started as a low-level gangster, who has been suppressed by Russell for many years, and is not as good as the Timos family in terms of luck or hard power, even if the Timos family has only Russell alone in the past ten years.

Zhou Jinru knows this kind of person too well, he suffered too much when he was young, he relied on the wall-riding faction that made his fortune by changing his family, he has a great desire for money, he rejects the poor life of the past from the bottom of his heart, it is impossible to throw away a lot of wealth and run away, and the place he is going to is still a first-class country in the world of Terra, and the consumption level is much higher than that of a poor country like St. Al Alal, plus he is already middle-aged and elderly in his fifties, and it is impossible to deign to spend his life like Mayor Ding.

Zhou Jinru's childhood was quite happy, and he did not experience a poor life as an adult, but he learned from the roommate who wrote the online article what it was like to struggle for many years to live in the food and clothing line, which was more real than the story made up by the great god X, and he knew what kind of choices such people who were beaten by life would make.

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……

"Mr. Ford, let's go, you've got enough stuff with you!"

Facing the urging of his subordinates, Duke stuffed the last stack of money into the corner of the box, licking his lips unsatisfactorily: "Burn everything here, since I can't take it away, I can't leave it to others." ”

The wall-riding faction has reached the point of exhaustion, and Duke is not distressed to give up the foundation he has laid for many years, but he knows better that Russell was willing to let him go because the other party needed someone who could keep the Northern Industrial Zone stable, and he became the best choice for the other party, and many people still see it this way.

But Duke knew very well in his heart that if Russell wanted to change to a No. 2 person, it would be easy to choose himself, but he would be better controlled.

He has an Achilles' heel, greed for money.

He has been involved in the gray industry of Saint-Aral, from the illegal sale of a car to the smuggling of controlled goods, so he has also made a lot of money over the years, of course, this money cannot go into the bank, because it will definitely be frozen by the Colombian authorities for investigation, so he has to hide in a secret place in a private house in the northern industrial zone, which is so much that he can only take a tenth of it now.

One tenth is one tenth, at least it can make him live the rest of his life.

Duke pushed the box and walked out, asking as he went, "How many years have you been with me?" ”

"Eleven years, Mr. Ford."

It's been eleven years.

At that time, Duke was still proud, but now he is embarrassed like a lost dog, he can't help but sigh: "You can take as much money as you can here, and burn the rest, I love money, but I won't treat the people around me badly." ”

It's a life, but that's it, wait until Victoria to make plans.

"Mr. Ford, in fact, there is no need to burn it down and no one will take it away, St. Al is about to usher in a natural disaster, everything will be destroyed in a natural disaster, let's hurry up and go, while the plane can still take off."

It's okay if you can't take it away.

Closing the door casually, the key that he was going to throw away was stuffed into his jacket pocket, in fact, there was still a trace of luck in his heart, if everything went in a good direction, maybe there would be a chance to come back and take the money, no matter how bad it was, it could be kept as a souvenir.

The three men, including the driver, were heading to the nearest private airport in the Northern Industrial Zone, and less than ten minutes after they walked, a locomotive stopped at the door of this private house, and two uninvited guests, a man and a woman, came to the door quickly, and the man crouched down and observed the tire prints on the ground.

"Not long after leaving, Asker's intelligence said that no one had been to this house for a long time, and that the heavy rain a few days ago washed away the dust and piled up at the door, and there were only two tire marks here, one was coming, and the other was leaving, continuing deeper into the northern industrial zone, if nothing else, they planned to leave by air transport."