Half an hour later, Omer still couldn't get on the bus with peace of mind.

It's not that he is suddenly in a hurry to go to the address given by Tranquility on Sunday, nor is he in a hurry to join Penguin Logistics immediately after chatting about temporary workers.

It's just a matter of doing your part as a 'mercenary'.

Penguin Logistics' affairs can be passed remotely, and their headquarters is already on the surface of the Jiemen District, otherwise how could Ormer call Texas and the Angels of Energy when he delivered a large coffin so normally?

The superficial layer does normal logistics, engages in armed escort in foreign lands, and likes to jump left and right on the nerves of big people, naturally they also need to know how to measure.

Mercenaries should just start out to develop interpersonal relationships, multiple friends and multiple paths, not to mention that Penguin Logistics itself represents multiple intersections, and Omer doesn't mind getting a part-time job.

Mostima, who had successfully completed his mission, finally offered his resignation, and Omer, who already had the intention of getting out, said goodbye to him.

Both of them are very polite, and they both still have that sense of distance.

And until the end, I didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them pushing the cart to the supermarket together, I just felt that it was easy and troublesome to get along.

It is easy because the two sides can communicate with each other, and the trouble is because they are very sensitive to each other, and at the beginning of the conversation, they are aware that each other is trying to figure out the fact of temptation, so this communication also becomes a little troublesome.

If you don't have a purpose, it will be much better, right?

It is only possible to hope for the future in this way, and then stagger the direction of each other.

Mostima has to go back and talk to his boss, and today's experience is worth organizing a dinner party.

If Mr. Linton had decided to join in, she would have been able to come straight to dinner without having to buy the ingredients of the day—a kind of thing she couldn't say, and she herself felt that there were several anachronistic ways of interpreting it.

It's good not to say it.

Although we can extract the three key messages of 'saving money on food', 'eating a big meal', and 'getting familiar with the boss and colleagues', which are quite attractive to Omer, they are not possible today.

Omer had already made up his mind to make this trip, and he had bought the ingredients for dinner in advance, so he didn't have to rush home.

Tucking the large bag into his briefcase, Omer followed the map map of the digital map to the edge of the Exotic West.

The information provided by the police was obtained from the fact that Charles had fled after killing the teacher.

Aside from divination and time-lapse rewinding, which take time and are often ineffective, the negative energy ritual devices found at the scene point to a local gangster, which he also mentions in his communication with Sunday Tranquility, as well as with Ko Song.

However, the breadman's collection of information was only out of a habit of an intelligence peddler.

This is something that has nothing to do with her, and no one hires her to investigate, so she is naturally too lazy to do anything.

Omer was interested in hiring her to gather information on topics related to "monsters", but the investigation of the gang should be forgotten.

He came on his own.

He had no doubt that the exotic gang was connected to each other, just as he had wondered if the gang was a negative energy monster on Sunday Serenity.

When chasing Charles, the sudden communication in Texas has proved that the target gang of David and others is related to Charles, and the scene ritual tracks found by the police point to another gang with a different name-

- Do you still engage in division of labor and cooperation?

While it's not uncommon for small gangs to huddle together to keep warm, it also adds to the investigative workload.

After all, you can't expect any random base to hide some whole project plan for you once and for all.

So...... How many gangs will be involved?

What about businesses above the gangs? And how many?

Looking at the towering buildings in the distance, at the strange buildings nearby, and at the twilight scenery that finally faded away, Omer was silently standing in front of a low alley and thinking.

I smelled the aroma of the food, and I also smelled the strange smell of burnt items.

Probably some household garbage......

With such advanced technology, there are still some residents who carry out this primitive and illegal way of dealing with it in order to save trouble.

This kind of behavior is mainly seen at such inter-city borders, where the police are reluctant to patrol and residents rarely report it, after all, they are doing it to a greater or lesser extent, and even more excessive.

For example, working with gangsters.

In order to show the gray area, the Exotic Land has a lot of legal broadness compared to the surface, and it is because of these loopholes that the gangsters have been able to exist.

Because the generality of the Exotic rules is limited, and once the line is actually crossed, it will lead to cleanup, so most of them do not develop a real climate, but they are still something that should not exist.

This is not Syracuse, nor is it the district of Yiluo, and there is no need for gangs to maintain order on behalf of the law enforcers.

The more stable the society, the more the gangsters will decline, this kind of thing should only exist in literary creation, the so-called style, majesty, and order are all built on layers of blood, and even in many cases, even those blood are filthy and dirty.

With madness, with addiction, with sexual abuse.

So someone once said, "I don't have much sympathy for people in exotic gangs."

They lie in the corners of order, hide at the borders of the city, mingle with the low-level residents, and seem to rely on each other to support each other, but in fact they are exploiting and oppressing.

Even the so-called mixing together is nothing more than a terminal illness after the parasitic relationship has developed for too long.

But because of this, he also has to be careful of those 'ghosts' who are either muddy or depraved.

Low alleys, unfinished houses, mixed houses, and even dilapidated shacks made of plastic sheets speak to the dilapidated and backward nature of such places, which are often accompanied by exaggerated population density.

There will be a lot of people here, and there will be a mix of them.

If you observe a lot, you will always notice how they get along with the gang members, and those who are oppressed do not mean that they are against the gang, and those who are rewarded do not necessarily gain trust.

It's too much trouble......

Stepping on a tattered wooden plank laid out in the water, Omer stared at the mess and dirt on it, then at the low bricks on one side and the wall on the other side, which looked like no more than a few meters.

There were some exaggerated and unique graffiti on the walls of the building, and some of the conversations that he cared about came from the room.

"Isn't it time for a shift to eat? The cops won't come to see anymore. ”

"Don't, the boss said that I'm quite nervous these days, let's pay attention."

"Hey, what can you be nervous about, it's just a few earth-breaking altars, I said you, won't you continue to watch them tomorrow, right? A few of our brothers are going to go to the German competition stadium to have a look, so it's worth the gambling money. ”

"Hmph, forget it, I'll bring you food later."

Apparently unanswered, the footsteps went away unhappily, leaving only one person indoors.

The man's breathing was steady, his mentality was steady, he honestly obeyed the order, stared at the earthen altars, and only remembered the black-haired horse lady he bet on after the footsteps of his companions were far away.

"Why bother looking at it if you bet on it, as if you are not confident in your vision."

The man sighed.

This was just a self-talk that he didn't expect a response from others, but he did hear the response:

"Vision needs to be developed step by step, horse racing is not a game that you can buy and don't have to click on, sir." "Who!"

The unfamiliar low trills almost instantly caused the young man to turn his head, but his twist was met with the greatest obstacle - something pressed his face, and the cold, hard touch carried a strange warm wisp.

It's uncomfortable and weird.

But he didn't dare to resist, for he could clearly see the outline of his five fingers stretched out by the thing that held his face.

It was a silver claw that was definitely not human, with layers of thick skin and sharp knives that were gently resting on the tip of his cheek.

He had no doubt that if he moved a little, blood lines would ooze all the way down the bridge of his nose and forehead.

I don't have the money to get any prosthetic fillers on my face...... He couldn't help but take his breath.

"Don't get excited, don't try to sound the alarm, you can feel it, right? I don't think I need to say anything more. ”

Intimidation can come not from the threat of blood, but from the fear itself, and when the cold killing intent and the violent ferocity are conveyed together, the man has no suspicion that there is something terrible behind him besides the monster.

"I'm going to ask a few questions, as long as you cooperate well, you can get along well, I believe that the reward for your 'work' here should not be worth your hard work, right?"

It's cold, but there's a little bit of heat, and this paradoxical feeling is always there.

From the face, and then behind the same body, it seems that there is a refrigerator behind him, and someone is stuffing a full-power stove in the refrigerator.

But compared to this feeling, the other party's gentle but heterogeneous voice made him stiff even more.

What wages can the gang bottom negotiate? What really made him stick to it was his own habits and the ideals that the boss had mentioned at the beginning.

When he thought so, he suddenly asked, "Or can the 'leader' give you some hot-headed promises?" I guess. ”

“… What do you want to ask? He asked as little as he could, enduring the strange feeling of his side face being pressed,

"Take it easy, I have several questions, and I'm going to come one by one, so it's important to speak clearly and fluently, take it easy."

"So first of all, which one are you betting on?"

"What?" The young man thought he had misheard.

"Which horse lady to bet on? Why bet on her, this is a new question, and it must be answered seriously. ”

"The Divine Palace of the Sky."

"Well, the dark horse of the Oak Race, everyone was surprised by the sudden killing, and what is even more surprising is that it is an overly bold decision to sign up for the three Chinese crowns and the classic triple crown at the same time."

It can even be said to be deviant.

Because the competition is currently reducing the amount of training for preparation by default, it is more important to do a good job of examination and physical recuperation after the competition, rather than immediately participating in a new event a few days later.

This 'deviant' is probably really liked by young people who are mixed with black.

"yes, so I'm betting she'll do it this time."

"That's why?"

"That's it, what's wrong with that?" The young man began to wonder if he had said something wrong and was dissatisfied, although the other person's question was not inaudible.

"No, it's nothing, it's very direct, it's pure, and I start to look forward to your answer later."

“… You said. ”

"Those jars."

"What... What? ”

The topic suddenly jumped to the jar that the boss had asked everyone to take care of, and the young man didn't even react, and he noticed a little pressure on his face.

"Those altars, tell me where they come from, what your 'head' hopes to do in the future, talk about what you know, remember what I said, and speak clearly and fluently."

"That's how you can eat the food brought by your good brother on time, isn't it?"

(End of chapter)