"Take it easy, I'm not going to risk being targeted by the Discipline Committee across the world and make that little money." The shopkeeper, who looked a little unremarkable and looked no different from the black youths outside, glanced at him, "What I sold him is different from the ones outside, and it is in accordance with the regulations." As for whether he really took it back for treatment or something else, I can't control that. ”

Caesar Gattuso looked at the door that had not yet been closed, and not long after the black boy ran out, he was pulled into an alley by several young black men who were much older than him. When he came out again, he ran away happily with a few small denominations in his hand.

After a while, the black youths from before came out scolding. They glanced at the door of the store, but they didn't dare to come, only dared to raise their middle fingers from a distance. The boss inside the counter could also see the outside, and he was also not to be outdone, comparing his two middle fingers.

The doors are closed, and today's pharmacy closes early. The boss pushed open a medicine cabinet, revealing the stairs below. Descending to the bottom of the pharmacy and passing through a few more security doors, they came to a huge room. There are several high-tech computers that don't match the style of the old neighborhood outside, and several Kassel specialists of different skin colors are busy in front of the computers.

On one wall, there are also hot weapons such as long guns and short cannons, or cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds. From RPGs to daggers, it's all here.

This is the real point of contact for the Kassel Academy, and it also acts as a stronghold. It's not as good as the branches, but the weapons that hang on the wall aren't meant to protect against thieves and thieves. Once this is armed, even with the configuration of less than ten people here, it is enough to withstand a regular combat battalion.

The manager of the pharmacy, who is also the person in charge of this stronghold, Tig looked at Caesar: "To be honest, I was a little surprised, I was hoping to come with a sharper high-bloodline commissioner, but I didn't expect that the student council president would be sent directly." This is a little scary for those of us who are not of high ancestry. ”

"Don't be presumptuous, we're all just doing our jobs." In the past, Caesar might have been proud of such a compliment, and had slipped a cigar in passing to comfort the non-elite commissioners, telling them that their work was also important. But now, he thinks he has grown up a little, and he can temporarily let go of those arrogant attitudes and get along with others normally.

"Okay, let's talk about work." Teague took him to a safe, typed in the code, and pulled out a small dark brown bottle and handed it to him.

Taking the vial, Caesar frowned again: "Cough syrup again?" ”

Along the way, he saw countless young people dreaming of death because of sucking this, so he sincerely hated such bottles.

"Something is different, open it and smell it." Teague said.

Caesar did so, unscrewed the cap, put the mouth of the bottle under his nose and sniffed. Some of the sweet and overly sweet smells went straight to his brain along his nose, and he subconsciously tilted his head away from the bottle. After a pause, he looked at Teague's eyes and couldn't help but widen a little: "This is...... Dragon's blood? ”

Teague nodded, "That's right, it's diluted to the point that even we can't detect it, but it's really mixed with some dragon blood. ”

Caesar's expression was a little solemn, something like dragon blood naturally wouldn't be a life-saving medicine. It's poison, real poison.

Perhaps in ancient times, there was indeed a legend that after drinking dragon blood, it was successfully transformed into a half-blood, but if someone really did that, when the dragon blood was first entered, it would have been scalded and eroded by the domineering dragon blood. They can be killed on the spot, or they will be turned into sane Deadpools. And there are only a few who can truly become heroes.

"This was discovered by our companion who was hiding in the police station, and while he was investigating an illegal smuggling of syrup, the guys who traded it stuffed it into him as a bribe." Teague explained the origin of the dragon blood sugar syrup, "Then he discovered the anomaly and brought the syrup back with him, and by the way, he also caught the smuggled buyers and sellers. ”

Later, after their hypnosis, the seller of the syrup said that this was a new product that had recently flowed into the black market, and the effect was much better than the ordinary model, which was very popular. When the commissioners further inquired about the origin of the goods, the seller only said that he had taken the goods out to buy them at the orders of the above, and did not know where their goods came from.

Knowing that this guy was just a minions, the commissioners split into two actions, tracking those minions to find the source of goods. Pretending to be a buyer, I searched for syrups on the market, and sure enough, I found a lot of similar products. Then they were surprised to find that before they knew it, such a syrup mixed with dragon blood had been drunk into the stomachs of an unknown number of people.

"But why did they do it?" Caesar asked a little puzzled, talking about toxicity aside from the dose is playing hooligan, although dragon's blood cannot be regarded with ordinary poison, but judging from the dose in the bottle, it is not enough to kill people.

And although dragon blood is not a particularly rare thing for them, it is not to the point where it can be taken out casually as a seasoning.

"If we had known, we wouldn't have asked for help." Teague said this, bringing Caesar to a table with a small map with various small circles drawn on it.

Teague pointed to a circle above and said, "After our investigation, we found that these spiced syrups were made and flowed out of this area. ”

It's a slum, with countless small tents just covered with tarps crammed into the barren land, and there are many people wandering back to the garbage dumps in anticipation of today's dinner.

He made some disguises, wrapped his golden hair completely in a dusty cloth towel, took this wooden stick that he picked up casually on the side of the road, and dressed up exactly like Caesar Gattuso, a scavenger, into this impoverished land. The stench of a garbage heap came from the dry air, and he couldn't stand it, regretting that he didn't come out wearing a mask.

"I said, actually, you can wait until we find out the exact location before going in." Teague's voice came through the headphones.

Caesar, who looked nothing unusual on the outside, said, "When it comes to finding things, I am more suitable than you." ”

This was one of the reasons why the local commissioners had asked for reinforcements from above, and without the support of commissioners with better bloodlines and sharper instincts, they did not dare to rush into the investigation of the place. And Caesar fits this requirement perfectly, with his face and exposed skin completely black, wearing sunglasses, and taking the college's disguise and deduction classes in a good way, he has no problem blending in with this.

"Well, we'll be here to support you......"

"Don't talk yet, I've found something." Caesar interrupted Teague, who was now standing on a high garbage heap overlooking the slum, with intense discomfort.

His eyes under his sunglasses were closed, and a certain realm had unfolded as soon as he stepped inside, and countless invisible wind elves flew out of this realm, bringing the sounds of various places here back to him.

The cries and screams of children, the shouts and shouts of women, the voices of drunken men and noisy men, and the dreams of young people who fall into drunken dreams after smoking syrup...... He sifted through the useless sounds, and at some point, he heard the sound of machinery working.

"Found you!" Caesar opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes inevitably overflowed even if he was blocked by his sunglasses.

"Do these guys like to hide these kinds of facilities underground?" Outside a tent in the middle of nowhere, Caesar hid in another dilapidated unmanned tent, quietly observing the other side.

The invisible wind fairy burrowed through the tiny crevice, letting him know what was inside. Then, at some point, he quickly pulled out the silencer and fired a shot from the Desert Eagle.

Even with the silencer, the firing was not completely hidden. But in this slum, where there was no soundproofing at all, this little movement was quickly drowned out by the sounds of the other tents.

Outside the target tent, a black man who appeared to be scavenging but was actually standing guard staggered as if he was drunk. Caesar walked over quickly, pulling his body supported by the branch he had just picked up. The Frigga bullet, which will fall immediately if the half-breed is hit, will not wake up for more than ten hours for ordinary people.

Caesar fumbled around the sentry and pulled out a flask, after which he poured the inferior liquor on the sentry's body, disguising him as drunk. Naturally, the guy from the slum couldn't expect much professional ethics, and this guy secretly avoided drinking and was the reason why Caesar was relieved to put him in peace.

After doing all this, Caesar unhurriedly lifted the target tent and walked in slowly, not at all like sneaking in. After a few fumbling around, he found the entrance to the underground space in a tent full of garbage.

The ground here is narrow, with only a few long wooden sticks in the middle of the hollowed-out soil, and dim light bulbs hanging from the top, barely enough to provide a visual light. Some packaging garbage like medical equipment is randomly thrown in the aisle, which has the feeling of a black workshop.

Caesar didn't linger long, but the Scythe had told him about it, and the corridor was unguarded, and he walked all the way forward, stopping in front of a relatively large cavern.

A voice came from the other side, and he clung to the wall, avoiding the workers who were carrying the boxes out of the corner. With the men on his back, he saw the brown bottle in the box the same one Teague had shown him.

Not very surprised by this, Caesar flashed into a corner of the cavern, the light inside was much brighter than the outside, and although the whole underground cavern was not as simple as the passageway, it was no better, after all, it was just an illegal black workshop. Several machines are in operation, and the sweet-tasting syrup is poured into small brown bottles, encapsulated, and placed in a corner by workers who come and go.

Caesar silently pulled up the corner of his coat to cover his nose, and there was an earthy smell on his dusty clothes, but it was also a little better than the sweet and greasy smell outside. The Weasel was still bringing back the sound of other places, and there was definitely more to this underground workshop than he saw it be.

Gently exiting the black workshop, he returned to the aisle where he had just been and continued on. Because of the scythe, he easily avoided those who walked underground, and gradually the passage to the front became wider, and the fortifications were not as simple as being supported by wooden sticks.

"Are you hiding here?" Looking at the picture with wings and a bell on the wall somewhere, he muttered, "Evening Bell Sect......"

The Evening Bell Cult, a mysterious organization that popped up after the Bronze Incident. At first, the people of the academy thought that they were just an unscrupulous organization that took advantage of Yu Bo of the Bronze Incident to deceive, but when the people who claimed to be their followers were organizing a certain mission, and the presiding priest showed his golden hole in the hall, the academy had to pay more attention to this hidden organization suspected of having a half-breed.

But they operate very secretly, and they are secretly developing in an extremely underdeveloped place like Africa, and it is difficult to catch their tails. So, Caesar, who happened to be cleaning up the cult next door at that time, was transferred to pursue this Evening Bell Sect, which was much more low-key and mysterious than other cults.

With just a little information, Caesar went around the countries of South Africa. The Evening Bell cult seems to have taken a fancy to the numb people in this impoverished land, recruiting believers in various impoverished countries, but not telling them about the situation in the sect, which makes it impossible for his investigation to proceed properly. Then, after the investigation was deadlocked, he was transferred here, and unexpectedly discovered their stronghold here.

Is it a coincidence? Or is there someone behind it? Caesar thought silently in his heart, and after thinking about it, he would prefer to be a little more of the former. Zimbabwe's situation is very much in line with the needs of the Late Bell cult to develop its followers, and the collapse of the economy and the inability of industry to develop make the country one of the poorest countries in the world. The numb people can only numb themselves with drugs, and the slums where the homeless gather are the best breeding grounds for evil.

And now, they have made dragon blood glucose syrup and let it flow into the market, where it is drunk by countless black young people who have no hope.

Caesar pursed his lips, he had lived a privileged life since he was a child, and he was trained as a president or an emperor, and the life of these black young people was really the difference between heaven and earth. The most desperate moments of his life may have been nothing more than in the eyes of these numb youths.

And even now, who thinks he is living alone from his family, is constantly influenced by the surname Gattuso. Compared to the young people who struggled in despair, but could not escape the sinking after all, he did to his family like a young child who threatened to run away from home.