After the "satisfied" signing of the contract between the two parties, Xie Mimi pointed to his head: "Little friend, your current IQ and physical reaction ability are only 50% of the original, so it is normal to talk more and behave childishly, you don't need to forcibly pretend to be mature, it is really divisive."

Yan Jing, who was connotated, was even more worried, he really wanted to knock on his brain at that time to see why he wanted to come back with this woman.

With nothing to do, Yan Jing stared at the perfunctory words above his head for a long time, and couldn't help but speak: "Why does the office have this name?"

Xie Mimi took a sip of coffee and said casually: "Because you can take any job here, and if you can't take it, you can ask in vain."

"......" is really rough and direct.

An abandoned jump point at six p.m.

Originally called Rydel, it was one of the four major trading hubs in the Erliu District, but unfortunately it was completely destroyed by an explosion two years ago, leaving only some shipbuilding wreckage and construction waste that could not be recovered, and now it has become a gathering place for a large number of social animals and vagrants who receive meager salaries.

The artificial sunset is gloomy and gray because of its perennial unrepair, and the wind blows through it with an eerie creaking sound coming from the cracks, which reminds people of the gloomy cemetery in an ancient movie.

At the junction of the staircase and the river, several ragged people gathered, and the noise was particularly harsh in the silence, and in the center was a dying woman, curled up in the shape of a shrimp, rigidly protecting the package of her abdomen, from which a black coin leaked.

There were more and more scars on her body, and the woman's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and those gloomy eyes were about to lose their luster.

At this time, a voice rang out, "Hello, do you need help?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the air, and before the woman could speak, the homeless men turned around in unison, panting and hugging like hyenas smelling fresh meat, and the woman closed her eyes in pain, as if in this way she could ignore another sympathetic robbery.

The sound of collisions, screams, footsteps, all kinds of sounds are mixed together, and you can know that it is shocking just by imagining.

It seemed like a few minutes or just a few seconds, and everything was quiet again.

The woman cautiously opened her eyes and saw the scattered body in front of her, she exhaled deeply,

Tried in vain to get up from the ground, and failed several times.

A pair of hands stretched out from the side, and the woman was startled, almost hitting the masonry next to her.

"Don't be afraid, it's over, go home quickly."

The woman subconsciously touched the back of her bloody neck, which was empty, and hugged the package tightly with her other hand, she took a long breath and looked at the owner of the voice.

This is a woman, who is greeted first of all by her long black and shiny hair, like a face shaped by a god, with dark wheat-colored skin and a well-proportioned figure wrapped in a black jacket.

"Thanks... Thank you. The woman was stunned for a long time before she could find her voice.

But it was only a sentence, and then like a return to the light, he quickly got up from the ground and ran wildly into the depths of the alley.

The woman who was left behind was still holding up, and after a while, she straightened up and muttered something to herself towards the alley.

"Hello, my name is Sang-ryu."

Alley a few kilometers away in the countryside villa area.

"Kestrels" woke up violently, remembering the nightmare just now, and broke out in a cold sweat, he touched his chest in fear, where the wound had not healed, leaving a nail-like blood scab bulge.

There was no one around, and the huge villa branch was silent, and he let out a sigh of joy and escaped again.

He was originally born in the slums, and because of genetic problems, the people here have little contact with mechas, and most of them are mediocre social animals and workers who cannot control their own destiny, and he is one of them.

An A-level spiritual power from a poor background is nothing else, but in their family, it has become a great joy for the glorious lintel, his parents are counting on him to get out of the sea of suffering, and his brothers and sisters regard him as an idol.

Therefore, he seized this opportunity and entered the coveted comet.

This group of them is not highly qualified, most of them are poor people from all over the country who join for money, everyone works diligently together, although most of them are trivial things, but the good living environment and suitable salary also give him a sense of belonging.

But the so-called thrift into luxury is easy from luxury to thrift, gradually, he began to have bad habits, learn from others to indulge in alcohol, indulge in fighting, the upper limit of the salary is no longer enough to support his daily needs, so, he thought of a way, every day in the comet leader went to the place squatting, in vain to give himself a chance to get ahead.

And on that day, he also saw something he shouldn't see.

This is all later, in short, in the panic, he fulfilled his dream, met the big boss, and received his first direct assignment - to play a gang of ruffians and "mistakenly kill" a woman.

In his opinion, this is a direct order from the top leader, a symbol of great opportunity, he made up his mind while ecstatic, but when the woman's gold thread passed through his chest, he was still afraid, and involuntarily begged for mercy.

In the past two days after the mission failed, he had not eaten or slept well, could not sleep at night, closed his eyes to see the hideous and angry face of the big boss, and his extremely anxious mental state almost made him fall into madness.

"I have to go, I have to get out of here, I'm going home," he muttered.

The kestrel scratched his hair uncontrollably, spun back and forth in a hurry, and when he saw the dim light outside the window, he suddenly made up his mind and walked quickly to the door.

After thinking about it, he dismantled his terminal again and threw it into the flowers.

He can't live this kind of life of licking blood from the knife edge, he wants to go back to work as a security guard, or go back to his hometown to find an ordinary job and live the second half of his mediocre life.

Eating, drinking, and merrymaking didn't seem to be a necessity, and at the thought of it, he almost jumped up with pleasure, and he smiled nervously, and began to fantasize and worship his neighbor's sister to have a few children, the children go to school at Inle College, and buy them a few houses...

When choosing his own cemetery in his mind, he also put his hand on the gate of the villa.

The moment he pushed the door open, he suddenly felt a wave of electricity rushing from his heel to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, his eyes widened, but the door in front of him seemed to be welded dead, and it didn't move at all.

"Bird, where do you want to go?"

Kestrel turned his head stiffly, and a man stood behind him with a silver-white strap in his hand, obviously smiling, but the corners of his grinning mouth had no emotion at all.

Kestrel shuddered, its nearly one-meter-nine body clinged to the fence behind it, swallowed saliva, and pretended to be calm and said, "It's too stuffy inside, I want to go out to breathe."

The man laughed again: "Well, then you can go."

Kestrel nodded, stiffly using the hand behind his back to enter the code, and the door still couldn't be opened.

The man approached step by step, half a head shorter but feeling oppressive but close to the kestrel, and he slowly tore open the strap, revealing the broken chip inside.

"Do you know why Comet insists on using this obsolete physical chip?"

The kestrel smelled a heavy smell of blood on his body, and he didn't dare to speak.

The man said to himself: "It's not because the level of science and technology is not enough, but it can lower the vigilance of your meat dogs, and it is easy to do it."

Meat dogs? This extremely insulting word made the kestrel pupils shrink suddenly, and a huge anger rushed to his head, he wanted to rush over and punch this man twice, but before he could refute, as if thinking of something, he looked at his wrist sharply, where a two-centimeter-wide ring sunburn mark visibly moved.

"What is this?"