Inuyama Castle Kita-ku, Kiso River Wharf.

The cold December rain knocked on the dark river, rippling like a boiling soup.

Dozens of slaves were braving the heavy rain, carefully carrying goods onto a cargo ship.

Strong-looking men with guns guarding the shore, and a badge engraved with three golden dragon scales on their chests indicated their identity.

The outer periphery of the dockyard was also populated, with a large number of members of the Wasteworld Group patrolling back and forth non-stop.

"Be careful, don't damage the seal, if the water penetrates into it and causes damage to the goods, you can't afford to compensate for your lives!"

The foreman in charge of organizing the transportation shouted at the top of his voice.

Not far away, on a mountain of cargo boxes, a young man in a black suit stood in the rain, silently looking at the neon-lit city in the distance.

The searchlight of the pier swept by, illuminating a handsome face that was dignified and indifferent.

As the secretary of the proprietor of the branch of the Wasteland Group, he is in a very bad mood now.

Not only because of the disturbing bad weather, but also because the North Third Commissioner, who was in charge of distribution, had been missing for more than 24 hours.

For security reasons, he had to arrange for the transfer of the goods delivered from Lingshanwei.

Moreover, he learned not long ago that Tian Heihachi, the commissioner appointed by the Edo Castle headquarters and in charge of negotiations, was also framed as a Honghu rebel, and was punished on the spot by the Inuyama Castle Jinyi Guard in the White Emperor Mixed Hall, and the 10 million treasure notes were directly confiscated as stolen money.

The loss of treasure money is still a trivial matter, the key is the tough attitude expressed by Inuyama Castle Jinyi Wei and the forbearance instructions issued by the headquarters, which made Bai Longyin feel a great headache.

"Those madmen in the warhead are really more than enough to succeed! The trouble we caused is going to make us take the blame! ”

Of course, Bai Longyin only dared to scold this sentence in his heart.

After all, the person who died in Lingshanwei was surnamed Huangshi.

The person with this surname is not something that he, a person with a foreign surname, can accuse at will.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be even more angry in his heart, looked down at the busy dock, and shouted angrily: "Speed up for me, if you can't finish loading in a quarter of an hour, all of you will get out of the Wasteland Group!" ”

The sound of the white dragon's groan seemed to be more piercing than the cold rain on this cold night, and the worker slaves, who were already worried about the damage of the sealing film of the cargo box, became even more nervous for a while.

After all, the Wasteland Group is one of the four major companies in the Japanese people's area, and its benefits and job stability are far superior to those of other small businesses, and their workplaces can be inherited from father to son, and brother to brother.

As long as there are no accidents in the group, as long as they are not eliminated, such a job can allow the whole family to eat until the household registration is cancelled and the gene is decayed.

"Have you heard what Lord Bailong said, if you wastes don't want to be like those rogues outside the city, speed up for me!"

The foreman waved the rubber stick in his hand and banged on the tin box beside him.

Maybe it's because of the heavy rain, which makes the ground unusually slippery. Or maybe it's because the foreman's threatening voice is chilling.

A fully loaded forklift suddenly skidded, and the screeching sound and smell of the screeching tires that had come to a screeching stop.

But no matter how the driver operates, it still can't stop the whole forklift from overturning.

Bang!

The cargo box on the forklift arm smashed to the ground, the sealing film was crushed, the box cracked, and a large number of brand-new firearms with cold light flashed out of the project.

"You can't even drive a forklift, I don't think you want your workstation anymore! Don't get me out yet! ”

The foreman, who was already in a hurry, saw this scene and immediately rushed over. Facing the seven meat and eight vegetarians who were thrown, the driver who had not yet come back to his senses raised a stick and beat him indiscriminately.

In the chaos, the worker slave who drove the car was hit with a stick on the head, and blood immediately flowed profusely.

But he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, but hurriedly ripped off the overalls on his body, and threw the gun on the ground without hesitation.

Every time I picked up one, I immediately wrapped it tightly in my clothes, for fear that I would lose my workstation if I moved slowly.

"What the are you showing me, and you can't get a few people to help? A group of things that don't have long eyes, no wonder the genes are so bad that they can't even resist the rejection of prosthetics, so they can only do these menial jobs. I don't think in a few years, you people's surnames will be completely abandoned! ”

The foreman was blushing, still scolding in the official words of the Ming Dynasty with a strange tone, and he didn't notice the footsteps of the surrounding workers and slaves who were stunned in place and the horror in their eyes.

"Listen to you, your genes should be good?"

A clear word sounded behind the foreman.

"Who dares to fight back, I think you're going to die, right?"

In a fit of rage, the foreman didn't think much of it, opened his mouth and scolded back, and was ready to use the stick in his hand to teach the daring waste behind him a good lesson.

But just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

The coldness and numbness instantly spread throughout his body, and he stared down with stunned eyes, and a sharp blade pierced his chest from back to front.

"Ahh Ahh

The foreman's mouth opened and closed up and down, but he could only make a fragmented and meaningless babble.

"Hey, this doesn't feel right, it's not like a mechanical existence, it's like a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs."

The blade was still stirring in his body, and his tone was sarcastic and mocking, "Oh, so your genes aren't good. ”

Poof!

As the tip of the knife was violently pulled out, suppressed blood immediately gushed out from the wound, instantly staining the foreman's body red, shocking.

"Dead! Foreman Yamamoto was killed! ”

The dazzling scarlet was like a scorching spark, instantly igniting the fear in the hearts of the slaves.

The riot spread unstoppably, and the frightened slaves scattered and fled, but they were soon driven back by the members of the Wasteland Group who came from all around, and could only squat helplessly on the ground, holding their heads in terror.

Boom! The crisp sound of the bolt pulling was continuous, and a pair of murderous eyes stared at each other.

At the sound of an order, the muzzles of these guns will immediately spew a torrent of hot metal, tearing the madman in front of him to shreds.

The murderer stepped on the corpse on the ground with one foot, the long knife in his hand was raised flat in front of him, the tip of the knife followed his gaze, looked around the dense muzzle of the gun in front of him, and finally stopped on Bai Longyin's gloomy face.

"Little Wakou, are you sure you want to point your gun at Jinyiwei?"

"Fan, none, blame!"

The white dragon groaned word by word, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf, intending to choose people and devour.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, a violent gunfire suddenly exploded outside the dock, mixed with a terrible scream and the tearing sound of long knives breaking flesh.

The gunfire came suddenly, and it subsided just as quickly.

Before Bai Longyin could react, a large number of brave figures wearing flying fish suits were already standing behind Fan Wuyi.

"If Lao Tzu heard me correctly, you called me by my name?"

Fan Wuyi pinched his ears with the little finger of his left hand, and raised his eyes to look at the white dragon.

"The regulations of the Daming Law Criminal District stipulate that anyone who dares to call the name of a court official will be punished with twenty canes. Do you do it yourself, or will Lao Tzu help you? ”

(End of chapter)