The wind penetrates through the underworld, sweeping away the garbage that has been blown up on the ground. As far as the eye can see, the streets are always empty and nowhere to be seen. The murder here a month ago frightened many residents. In almost every dark alley, you can see blood stains on the ground that are covered by garbage. In order to avoid injury, people rarely walk alone at night. The current southern district looks prosperous and beautiful, but behind it is dirty and dirty.

Since the Red Spider took over the South End, the so-called police here are no longer useful. What is to uphold justice, what is to punish evil and promote good, and even the so-called elimination of violence and peace and goodness are all just lip service.

The heroes in front of people are those who wear the title of heroes, but are powerless to defend those who put all their hopes on heroes. The partners who fell one by one, and the teammates who stood up one by one, in the final analysis, are just holding on and doing something meaningless. It's not that they're too weak, it's that their enemies are too strong.

The state of the world is like this, no one will really care about how you are doing, if you really think about life, it is just an equivalent exchange of interests. The road is made by itself, and the wall is broken by itself. Souls that have been wiped out, corpses will only emit a disgusting smell.

South District, 10324.

The room was messy, with garbage all over the floor, as well as bottles of drinks and some takeout boxes that had been eaten, and a mountain of folders and materials piled up on the table. The white walls had turned yellow, and the floor was cracked as if it could be stepped on. The hanging lights on the ceiling are wobbly, and it feels like they could fall off at any moment. The hanging lamp emitted a faint yellowish light, illuminating the room alone. Even a small hanging lamp is not enough to illuminate the whole room.

At this time, the three young men were each doing their own thing, some wiping the rifles in their hands, some swatting the flies flying in the air, and some biting a rotten apple in their mouths, only to find that they had rotted in their mouths, and then threw them into the trash without saying a word.

The three of them looked impatiently at the time on the wall, as if waiting for someone to arrive. It was already halfway past eleven o'clock, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Isn't it time for us to order takeout?" A chubby young man spoke, spitting the rotting flesh of his mouth into the trash can and sticking out his tongue. Without a word, he directly picked up the water cup on the table and rinsed his mouth, and then spit it into the trash can.

"Bah, this rotten apple is really unpalatable." The chubby young man continued to stick out his tongue, and the other two looked at him with a sneer.

"Hahaha fatty, you need to eat some fruit. Eat less rotten meat that is not nutritious, and see what you have become. The young man with the rifle was roaring as he looked at the fat lump on his belly.

The fat man glanced at him, picked up the empty bottle on the table and threw it at the young man.

"I can't afford to eat, and I'm still dripping like this. Why do you want to go for a masochistic exercise like weight loss? Isn't it true that people live to eat? The fat man stood up and rebuked the young man.

He continued, "Even if it's not for food, let's do something meaningful." Otherwise, until he dies, he will still be dead. In fact, in the end, it is still for eating.

The other two young people couldn't hold back a laugh in their mouths, and in order not to disturb the fat man's speech, they could only raise the corners of their mouths.

"Oh, I really don't understand what you young people think, and I think it's a feudal era. Why are there so many housekeepers, you all love to eat or not, and if you don't eat, you will be pulled down. Each one is skinny, just like a skinny monkey. "The fat man taught the two young men a lesson.

The young man who was swatting the flies stood up and threw the fat man an intact apple. The fat man grabbed the apple and took a bite of its flesh. Within minutes, he had made the whole apple and tossed the rest of the cores in the trash.

"Are apples delicious, fat?" The young man with the gun looked at the fat man's expressionless face, probably in his mouth, all the fruits tasted almost the same.

The fat man picked up the toothpick and picked the flesh that remained between the teeth in his mouth, "What do you say?" This apple is a bit astringent. The water is a little low, and the flesh is a little rotten and too soft. It doesn't taste as chewy as the pulp, but I still think the meat is delicious. ”

"You dead fatty, eat an apple and look at your face. You love to eat fruit now and in the future, forget it if you don't eat fruit, you will wait for your body to fester. "The young man who swatts the flies is a scolding of the fat man.

"I ...... Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you......" Before the fat man could finish his words, the wooden door was suddenly kicked open by a kick from the outside. The three of them panicked for a moment, and then looked out of the door and walked in two people, both of whom were wearing dark red combat uniforms and a black iron attached to the outside.

One is codenamed "Lynn" and the other is codenamed "Seven". I guess it's the same group from the last Ice Cellar Project. But there were only four people in the Ice Cellar when it was planned, so the rest of the people probably didn't go.

Codename "Seven" dragged a scarred teenager behind Lynn.

"Boss, boss." The trio stood up and watched as Lynn unhurriedly took off her helmet.

She flicked her hair, her somewhat messy, perfect hair fluttering slightly in the air. The hair covered the half of the fair and tender skin. Those long and charming peach blossom eyes make people look at it intently. The deep scars on the eyelids grow into the corners of the eyes, which are very obvious. There is also a tear mole under the corner of those eyes, which is simply the icing on the cake. There is also a tall and slender nose, lips and lips are a little vermilion, and the lips reflect the sun. The slender and slender body, put on a combat uniform, and showed off his figure perfectly.

Lynn looked at the three people in front of her, she was still chewing gum in her mouth.

"What are you doing? Have a stool and don't sit? "If you put all thought aside, she is definitely a beautiful woman, and if you look at her from all angles, she must be no worse than Murphy.

After hearing this, the three of them immediately sat down, and then watched in confusion as the code name "Seven" dragged a teenager.

"Hey, who's the person you're holding in your hand, 'Seven'?" The fat man saw at a glance that the young man was covered with injuries, and it was estimated that he was injured by 'Seven'. There was still blood on the edge of his mouth, and he should have been beaten unconscious by now. But if you look closely, this young man seems to be Huang Tian's younger brother, and he doesn't know why he provoked the red spider.

"Is this boy a child of prophecy? I don't think it's like last time. The young man with the gun asked.

The fat man said to him, "This is clearly not the Child of Prophecy, it should be where 'Seven' was captured, or this young man should know who the Child of Prophecy is." ”

When the young man with the gun heard the fat man speak, he immediately retorted to the fat man, "Do you think it's appropriate to ask him directly about the Son of Prophecy?" He couldn't even figure out who was who. ”

The young man who swatted the flies scratched his nose, "I think Xiao Wu is right, we should ask him who is the boy who stood up and refuted us in the Phoenix Avenue that night. ”

"......" the fat man was stunned, he looked at the young man who was swatting flies, "where do you see that I am graceful?" ”

"Who said you were graceful? Don't sit in the right seat. ”

"Shhhh Don't be noisy! "Seven" shouted to the three of them. He let go of his hand, and the scarred boy lay on the ground in an instant. The three of them immediately fell silent when they heard this, and then watched as Lynn threw the helmet in her hand away. She turned to the boy and pulled him up from the ground, pulling him by the hair. Lay him down on a stool and bind him.

"Bring a basin of cold water and splash him up." Lin spoke flatly to the three behind her. Then the fat man saw that they were motionless, so he ran to the bathroom and fetched a basin of cold water, and splashed it directly on the boy without saying a word. The boy was awakened from his coma in an instant.

His eyes were still a little hazy, and his mind hadn't yet reflected the current situation, and his body was basically soaked. Cold water from his hair slid down his cheeks, and he caught a cold and sneezed.

Lin crossed her hands on her hips and calmly paid attention to the young man in front of her. The young man kept shivering, probably because he was splashed with cold water, and his body kept shaking. Everyone around looked at him, only the fat man couldn't stand it, and then he took a towel out of the bathroom and wiped the water off the young man's face. Lynn glared at the fat man, who probably felt that he was doing too much, so he threw the towel aside.

The person next to him secretly said to him, "Do you want to die?" Do you want to do it? ”

The fat man replied to him, "I, I think he's too pitiful, so I'll ......"

"He still needs your pity..."

Lin walked over, grabbed the young man's hair, and asked him in a refrigerator tone, "Who was the young man who stood up that night on Phoenix Avenue?" ”

"Who? I don't know what you're talking about? "The boy hadn't caught up with Lynn's train of thought, so it was normal for him not to know. As a result, Lynn kicked the boy to the floor in a fit of rage, and his body was tied to a stool. Because of the force, the entire stool was torn apart at all angles. The boy screamed in pain and was kicked directly in the stomach, which must have been very uncomfortable for anyone.

"I don't know what to do." Lynn walked over and tugged at the boy's collar, staring at him with sharp eyes, and the boy was trembling.

"I ask you again, who is he—is—?" Lynn's tone was like that of a cold robot.

At this time, the fat man walked over, and Lin also glared at him. The fat man smiled awkwardly, and then said to Lin, "Boss, leave it to me, and I'll help you ask." ”

"Get out of here." Lynn's three words drove away the fat man. There was a murderous aura in her eyes, and she looked at the fat man with a hint of chill. The two people behind the fat man, seeing that something was wrong, stepped forward and pulled the fat man back.

"Boy, I'll ask you again now. Who was the boy who stood up that night on Phoenix Avenue? ”

Lin continued to pull the teenager's collar and ask, a feeling of persecution in her voice. The boy didn't seem to know anything about the situation, and the faint light in the ceiling lamp shone on the young man's delicate face, and his hair became scattered after being splashed wet, directly covering his eyes.

"Ahem, it looks like you're in a hurry to find that person. If I knew and didn't tell you, would you have to kill me? Haha......" The young man actually smiled at Lin's cold attitude. This sentence infuriated Lynn on the spot, and she grabbed the boy by the collar and threw him against the wall.

Lynn walked over to the table, picked up a gun, and then grabbed five bullets from the magazine, and pulled the barrel straight after loading. When the fat man saw this, he walked over and pulled Lynn away, but Lin kicked him away. The two young men walked up to the fat man and helped him up.

"Are you really tired of being alive? I want to find death. The young man who was swatting the fly said as he patted the fat man's head. At this moment, Lin grabbed the young man's neck, slammed him into a corner with nowhere to escape, and slammed the gun in his hand at his temple at zero distance.

"I can jump on your head with a shot right now, and then you can ascend to heaven." Lynn's motive for killing is obvious, she is not happy that everyone will be finished. But the boy did not seem to be afraid of death, he closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Lin thought he was strange, and he was not afraid of death.

"People...... Inherently a death. He said slowly, "Either heavier than Tarzan, or lighter than a feather." ”

He opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth still raised, and he looked at Lynn's helpless expression.

"You can shoot me right now so I can leave sooner." There was a very enjoyable tone in his words, which made Lin in front of him hesitate to make a move, even though none of the onlookers around him could understand it.

"Hahahahaha." Lynn burst into laughter, she put her gun down, and her delicate jade hand let go. The fat man and the others stood in place, not understanding Lin's strange actions.

Suddenly, Lin held the butt of the gun in her hand and smashed it directly on the young man's head without saying a word, and the young man fainted on the spot, and fell in front of the code name "Seven" without any defense. Then the fat man walked over and tested his fingers to see if there was still breath in the boy's nostrils.

"Are you dead?" Lynn asked the fat man.

The fat man stood up and shook his head, "It's not like this, but it's ...... He should be in a coma for several hours. ”

Lynn threw the gun on the table, picked up the helmet and walked to the fat man, who stood there with his hands on his pockets and trembled slightly.

"Then you should keep an eye on him and ask him about things when he wakes up, understand?" Lin patted the fat man on the shoulder, and continued to tell the fat man, "Don't mess things up for me, once the blame is down, your whole family will die without a place to bury." ”

Suddenly, the fat man's face became cold and sour. He knew that if he let the boy go, his family would be murdered by the Akali group. So he could only get words out of the boy's mouth, but with Lin's character, the boy definitely didn't end well.

"Ming, understood." The fat man was poured into instructions that Lin couldn't refuse, and in the face of Lin's pressure, he had no ability to resist at all. Now he can only listen to the boss's orders and do some things that need to be done.

The corners of Lynn's mouth curled, and he said to the fat man, "That's good, I'm waiting for your good news outside." ”

After saying that, she passed by the fat man's side and walked outside with her helmet and code name "Seven".

Only the fat man and the others were left in the room. The dim lights are still dim, and the garbage is still rubbish. They can only obey the so-called orders now, and if they don't do it well, they may fall to the ground, and their families will also be implicated. Although they all live in a team, there are still levels. People like fat people, it's like interns, if you can't do it, get out. It's just a different approach, a little more cruel.