In the Deno District, the 'high-density greenhouse area', Yorkham Jones, Qinqing, Buck, and Youmi, a cat are walking slowly forward, and the pedestrians around them will look at them from time to time, as if they are looking at some kind of precious animal.

By the warm midday sun, the neat gravel road reflected a dark light, and the street was indeed very clean, and although the walls and floors were also jet black, there were basically no foul-smelling dirty puddles.

"Mr. Barker, you've only introduced three forces. After a few minutes of walking through the repetitive, gray street scene, Yorkham Jones turned to Buck.

"The fourth..."

Buck sold a pass, slowed down his pace a lot, and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Jones, have you ever heard of the 'Godfather' Corleone?"

"Love Jonson's underground king?" said Yorkham Jones with a smile, indicating that he knew.

"Yes, it's him, the godfather of the gangsters who love Jonsson. ”

Buck nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly, and the ripples in his eyes circled together, as if he was nostalgic for the old days.

After a minute or so, Buck added:

"The fourth force in Deno is one of the forces of this gangster godfather, he controls the entire underground industry of Ijohnson, and naturally controls this place..."

"But two years ago, when the 'Crescent Sect' arose, the godfather of the gang suddenly took the initiative to withdraw most of the forces in the Deno District, so the current Deno District can also be said to be the three major forces, and the fourth is the 'factory' that has been hidden in the shadows. ”

Taking advantage of the time to catch his breath, Buck lit a new large cigarette and took two puffs:

"I heard that this gangster godfather recently died in an accident, and his power has also been invaded by external forces, so recently they are back to recruit people..."

Is Corleone dead?

Compared with the original ending of being lonely and old and being found out after being dead for more than a month, will he be more satisfied with this unexpected ending?

There is also the newly-born Miss Alice, a low-level blood clan, who is supposed to be Corleone's daughter or heir, and has not appeared in the history of the past...

So, Corleone created Alice through the information I gave.

Looks like I'm going to have to find some time to meet Miss Alice, anyway, she was born because of me, so at least teach her something...

After thinking for a moment, Yorkham Jones lowered his voice and replied:

"Fate records everything, and all the costs will come one morning, whether the person is a king or a commoner, fate is never absent. ”

Buck didn't reply, he just lowered his head and smoked a big cigarette in a dull manner.

Looking at Barker's performance, Yorkham Jones couldn't help muttering inwardly:

"I feel like I have the potential to be a god, and if I compile the future events I memorize into poems and sing them, I may be able to make a lot of money..."

Soon, Yorkham Jones interrupted his train of thought, because even if he didn't use the rules of fate, if he did, he might soon be approached by a god, after all, he was not a 'Singer of Fate'.

The three of them and one cat walked for another 10 minutes, and a burst of stir-fried aroma and choking spicy spicy came to their noses, accompanied by the roar of a car engine.

Looking up, the rising flames flickered from the spacious greenhouse in front of me.

House of Hope.

Looking at the red light sign outside the greenhouse, Yorkham Jones couldn't figure out how this could be the name of a canteen.

From the exterior alone, Yorkham Jones could feel the enormity of the canteen greenhouse, which was almost one-twentieth the size of the house next to it.

Glancing back at Yorkham Jones' puzzled eyes, Buck said in a slow voice:

"It can accommodate 10,000 people at a time, and when I was young, when I didn't work in a factory, it was because of it that I survived..."

"So, it's really our home of hope. ”

"But if I were to have a meal in there now, maybe I'd throw up right away..."

"Why?" Jokham Jones looked at Buck suspiciously, and along the way, Jokham Jones had determined that the bearded man in front of him was a very nostalgic person.

"Follow me. ”

Buck didn't explain, smiled mysteriously, and led Yorkham Jones towards the 'House of Hope', and instead of entering through the main entrance, they walked directly to the side.

Walking to the back door, Buck stepped forward to talk to the guards and walked back with a smile.

"Mr. Jones, I hope you can control your stomach acid. ”

After saying something that made Yorkham Jones inexplicable, Buck walked over with Yorkham Jones and pushed open the door.

As soon as I entered, a foul sour smell hit my nose, and the smell was like a meal that had been spoiled for countless days, even worse than the foul-smelling sewer.

In just a few seconds, Yorkham Jones felt his stomach surging wildly, and he almost vomited his morning food.

Secretly losing two 'Elementary Holy Light Techniques' to himself and Jingqing, Yorkham Jones raised his head and said:

"I think I can live with it. ”

"Mr. Jones, if I hadn't brought you in myself, I would have suspected that you were from Denor, and I really admired your performance. ”

Buck covered his nose with his hand and continued inside with Yorkham Jones.

With each step, the nausea and sour smell will become a little thicker, and when you walk inside, even the air is mixed with circles of green mist.

After walking for about two minutes, when a door was pushed open again, Yorkham Jones was directly stunned.

The picture that sketched Yorkham Jones's eyes is nothing but rundown is rundown.

The scene in front of me was almost an open-air garbage dump, countless food scraps were piled up all over the square, countless people were sifting through the garbage heap for usable ingredients, and even a bone was crawling with maggots, but the person who picked up the bones still cleaned the maggots and put them in the pot.

Even in the Age of Destruction, Yorkham Jones had never seen anything like it.

Growing up, Yorkham Jones spent most of his time eating synthetic foods, sometimes eating nutrient solutions that didn't have any taste, but he even felt that Age of Destruction was pretty good compared to what he was looking at.

"Most of the food waste is brought in from outside, most of it comes from St. Cotin's Square, and the leftover garbage eaten by others is dumped in the trash cans and transported here, and then the last usable parts are picked out, which is the source of the ingredients for the 'House of Hope'. ”

As he spoke, Buck pointed to half a fresh fish in the thick yellow soup not far away:

"That's a good thing, and in the past, being able to eat one meal was almost equivalent to winning the jackpot in a lottery ticket. ”

Looking at the maggots crawling on it, Yorkham Jones didn't know how to answer, he only thought that maybe he would rather eat the maggots on the fish than on this half of the fish.

PS: The first chapter of today's part... The chapters of the last few days can be a bit boring and boring, because there is no good insertion point to express 'ghetto'.

If you rewrite the gangsters, you will be entangled here for countless hours, and it basically has nothing to do with the transcendent world, because no matter how the gangsters here are making trouble, the transcendent world and the nobles are just watching from behind their backs, and they don't have to participate at all.

And if you can't tell the story of the abandoned Deno, you can't explain the occurrence of the 3.15 explosion... So just try to start with the environment in general, and then add a few short stories, such as the white gull singing.

The last two chapters are after 12 o'clock.

Although I only have a few readers, I will try to shape a more realistic world for your sake.

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