I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Several kicks filled the road with angry honking.

The taillights and headlights appeared and disappeared like an endless scroll before my eyes, only stabilizing when I was completely out of the traffic.

He looked back and saw many overturned motorcycles and motorcyclists lying on the ground with bruises from being rubbed raw. He asked incredulously, "Why are so many people participating in this kind of death-defying race?"

"Isn't that how it is in the back alley? If you have money, someone will do any outrageous thing. If you don't do it, someone else will."

Elena licked her lips excitedly, "I saw that kid!"

Having dodged the machete and taken first place, Tuo Mohe looked back with a touch of smugness, only to be immediately shocked. He hadn't expected these two madmen to drive so aggressively. If they were caught, it would be a two-on-one situation. He gritted his teeth and sped up.

"Damn! Driving so fast, how are they going to stop later? Are all these motorcyclists cyborgs?!"

Even as they got closer to the red-haired car thief, Du Jue still felt the race was too outrageous. He turned around and saw Tuo Mohe with a determined look on his face, heading straight for them. With such a fierce stance, if they really crashed into each other, all three of them would get scratched.

"Hahaha! Then I'll show you how to stop!"

Ignoring the approaching Tomoha, Elena relentlessly accelerated her motorcycle, the deafening roar of the engine echoing across the road.

call out!

The plastic bags and colorful ropes at the finish line were broken by the front of the car, followed by empty cardboard boxes filled with straw, like a small mountain. Du Jue felt as if he had taken a hard water bath by the friction of countless pieces of cardboard against his skin, followed by a sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air.

thump!

Those who fell into the water immediately floated to the surface and looked up at the unfinished bridge. Many cardboard boxes had been knocked into the water, and the straw inside was sparse and undulating with the waves.

shore.

"Now you understand, right? If you can't stop, you'll rush into the water. If you want to be number one, you can't slow down."

Elena reached out to Du Jue, who had just swum over, and then grabbed him and pulled him up.

"This is much more exciting than that amusement park, isn't it?"

Brushing the seaweed off his clothes, Du Jue glanced back at the water where people were already using motorcycles to salvage the surface, and could only reply to Elena, who was waiting for his evaluation with her arms crossed: "Without a doubt."

Entrance to the broken bridge.

"Great, you are the fastest drivers I have ever seen. You are absolutely reckless. Now you are the racing kings of Qingjiang District! I will spray your names on the bridge."

"If you'd like, we have another race tomorrow at the business center. Only those who win the Speed ​​King title three times are eligible to participate in our Iron Knights' finals this year."

Elena happily accepted the prize money, while the spectators around her were still marveling at how the track's historical record had been broken. The big screen showed replays of the track from different camera angles.

Congratulations on joining the Iron Knights!

[Gained Talent: Racing Rider]

[Description: If I stop the accelerator, I will die]

[Effect 1: You gain Driving Mastery]

【Effect 2: Reduces impact damage to some extent when traveling at high speed】

It's not surprising that Du Jue could develop talent in such a relatively loose organization, since it was the same in the Gladiator's Guild.

Shouldn't this be called a fall-resistant rider?

"Oh right, that redhead!"

Du Jue only remembered his original goal at this moment, glanced around and found that the group of people were long gone. He turned to remind Elena, but Elena just shook her head and splashed water all over his face.

"Who cares about him anymore?"

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Chapter 152 Three Dynasties.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I rode that motorcycle out of your company. By the way, is your urban girl live stream really okay? It's quite troublesome with my index finger."

Elena nonchalantly used her fingernails to tear off the bandages covering her body, as if a kitten were happily sweeping a glass.

Du Jue looked at the cup of cold coffee filled with cockroaches on the bedside table with a feeling of nausea. It looked like cockroaches soaked in alcohol, with a faint oily substance floating on the surface. He suppressed his nausea and looked at Tuo Mohe, who was hiding behind the wooden bed, and said, "Hey, haven't we met before?"

"Brother! I've driven all over Qingjiang District and the commercial street, how did you still find me? Just give the motorcycle back to you!"

Tuomoha, clinging to the bedsheets covered in cigarette butts, helplessly begged for mercy.

"No, I mean, did I borrow your motorcycle before?"

Tuo Mohe looked up suspiciously when he saw that the two of them hadn't made a move. He found that the woman hadn't even looked at him and was still fiddling with her bandages like she was picking lice. The guy who had taken off his blindfold and bandages looked all too familiar. "It's you! You made me miss the Vacuum Fist recruitment. Those people are all stubborn. They wouldn't take anyone even after half an hour."

"My friend made a huge sum of money, and my girlfriend ran off with him!"

Du Jue was immediately amused by this. This guy had just escaped with his life, so he didn't waste any more time. "I'll compensate you for the motorcycle. Also, the Southern Vacuum Fist gang was wiped out yesterday. Next time you join a gang, you should ask City Girl for her opinion."

Ignoring the astonished and confused cries behind him, and avoiding the drug-addicted zombies roaming the streets and alleys, he realized that it was already dark.

However, as soon as he stepped outside, he saw a group of people using their hands or feet to propel wheelchairs, racing each other on the road. Among them, a one-armed man wielding a cane to jam someone's tire left Du Jue speechless.

"Elena, is there a wheelchair competition here? Who's sponsoring it?!"

Elena, having ripped off all her bandages, glanced at the road and replied indifferently, "Of course there's no sponsorship. Who would care about a bunch of worthless disabled people who are just entertaining themselves? Otherwise, they would become completely ignored like the garbage collectors. At least the rankings from the competition would have everyone's names on them."

"What, you're interested in this too?"

"No, I just think that setting up an urban girl activity center might calm things down here, at least the chess and card games won't cause so many injuries."

Du Jue immediately contacted Wei Ban, and unlike before when she would question whether it would be profitable, she readily agreed.

Elena showed little interest in this, then suddenly smiled mysteriously and bit Du Jue's right ear, "Let's go play at the Depreciation Club. There's a super quiet room there, and some people even pay to meditate in it."

Depreciation Gang.

The room was filled with uneven, pale yellow sound-absorbing cotton, so that even one could clearly hear their own heartbeat. Elena was even more mesmerized, pressing her ear against his neck to listen to the sound of blood flowing in his arteries.

"What's so fun about this place? It doesn't seem like your type."

Du Jue's mouth was suddenly covered, and when he looked down, he was surprised to see that Elena, who was trying to suppress her emotions, was listening with her eyes closed. The sound of blood flowing through her body was getting louder and louder, which made Du Jue feel uneasy.

"No matter how many times, your blood smells and sounds so sexy."

What a strange description!

"Wait! Not here. This room in Parala must have cost a lot to make. Don't get it dirty."

"Tch, you feel sorry for her, then you pay for it."

the next day.

Parala glanced at the situation inside the silent meditation room before turning to Du Jue with a strange expression. "You mean you caused this place to turn into this state because your old illness flared up?"

"Where is the other lady who came with you?"

Du Jue took out his communicator and looked at his reflection, then vigorously rubbed his neck, but the dense marks on it still wouldn't come off. The bandages on his hands were torn to shreds, making it impossible for him to even cover them up. "She left first. I'll take responsibility for the losses here. I'm really sorry this time."

"I just hope you won't treat this place like a hotel next time. Cleaning this place is not as simple as just changing the sheets."

Parala shook her head, causing the silver pendant on her gray mask to sway slightly.

After tidying up his appearance, Du Jue discovered that all the staff here were wearing the same mask, and even when customers greeted him, they all called him "Pala Lala". He didn't expect that the Depreciation Gang had successfully transformed so quickly.

Parala pulled her hand to stop her right hand from taking the money, and then slowly asked, "Could the Depreciation Gang customize a batch of City Girl statues? I've noticed that many people like them, and they could be a great help to our mutual aid activities."

"No problem, but isn't this supposed to be an anonymous venting service? What's the point of having an urban girl?"

She waved for two people to clean the room, and Parala's tone revealed a clear smile, "Among those seeking psychological treatment are religious people, and only by setting this up will there be no disputes."

Du Jue was speechless, and couldn't understand the thought process of these cultists. Did they think Urban Girl was some kind of religion equivalent? In the end, she still paid compensation, "No problem, just contact Wei Ban and explain your requirements."

K Nest, Candy Street.

The streets are full of gashapon machines with weird-smelling candies. Du Jue, who was passing by, took a look inside and found many strange flavors - ashes, mud, boiling water and fried chicken. It's hard to imagine that these things can be sold.

As soon as Du Jue stepped into the popular fried chicken shop, his communicator vibrated. He initially thought it was news of Shao's promotion, but it turned out to be that familiar anonymous number.

"Dear Mr. Wen Duo, the third-level finisher, we are pleased that you have arrived at the location as agreed. Next, we need you to collect all the target products within a week. To ensure efficiency, we will split them into different tasks."

It sounds friendly, but Du Jue still remembers Shao's reminder and what happened to Wei Ban. The management of World Wings won't readily hand over money just because they have plenty of cash.

"I don't like taking anonymous commissions, and I dislike insincere cooperation even more. Let's be frank. I've heard that your company has a close partnership with Company L, and I hope to receive a substantial letter of introduction."

Although all WorldWings adhere to secrecy, with the extreme N Nest even prohibiting recording, normal job-hopping and career changes still occur. In fact, the entire city is a monopolistic behemoth composed of WorldWings, and even the junk collectors are part of the behemoth's ecosystem.

After repeatedly and firmly refusing the other party's anonymity, Du Jue finally met the person in person through a video call. The person was a very energetic young man. Du Jue felt that the other party had a kind of Lesti spirit, which was a strong yearning and identification with Wings of the World.

"Hello, Wen Duo, I am your contact person. You can call me Sanchao."

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Chapter 153 Vodka.

"Can you represent Company K? Are you trying to fabricate something?"

Du Jue spoke with a blank expression, but in his heart he knew the other party's background. He was an employee of the food resource improvement department of K Company, and the target of the email that Wei Ban sent earlier, Dong Lang, was also an employee of this department.

Company K has an unparalleled advantage in the dry farming sector – it uses technology related to recycled ampoules to achieve a leap in production capacity.

The three people opposite did not argue when they were met with a cold face. They politely replied, "Please rest assured that the identities of our K Company employees and the contents of the entrustment have been notarized by the association. If you wish, I can explain each clause of the agreement to you in detail."

"No need."

Before Du Jue arrived, he had Shamisen review the commission agreement. After all, this guy claimed to have been the top performer in the Four Associations specializing in assassinations. "But I need to get a letter of recommendation and a deposit first. If we encounter an unexpectedly strong enemy during the retrieval, you'll have to increase the difficulty of the commission."

"No problem, may we begin now? We're in a hurry."

Sanchao's quick answer made Du Jue suspicious, because very few clients were willing to increase the reward based on the actual difficulty. He was just asking for an exorbitant amount. But he still pressed on: "I need the letter of recommendation now. I hope you can recommend me to become L Company's Forbidden Hunter."

At this moment, Sanchao finally frowned. "We can pay the deposit first, but the letter of recommendation must be given later. My superior will communicate with you directly at that time. After all, I probably don't know how to recommend Lord Wenduo if I write a letter now."

Looking at the notarized agreement sent by the other party with skepticism, I felt that this client was spoiling me too much. Did they find out that I had kidnapped Wei-ban? Or were they just attracted by my high work efficiency?

"Now that everything is settled, Lord Wenduo, may we begin our work?"

"no problem."

Du Jue agreed without hesitation. Once Shao's promotion came through, he could immediately apply for a position at L Company as a second-tier finisher. At that time, he wouldn't have to worry about the Seed of Light inexplicably illuminating the city and affecting him every day.

He wasn't sure what kind of trouble that thing that could distort reality and make one's mind would cause when it came into contact with his own body.

The other party immediately hung up the call, and then sent over the coordinates of the northern part of the city.

Du Jue took a headset and a blue suitcase from the fried chicken shop manager. After putting on the headset, he heard Sanchao's explanation: "We need to recover a total of six items. They are important raw materials that may leak company secrets. To ensure safety, we have provided you with three precious regeneration syringes. Please use them carefully."

"Our first stop is Bingquan Winery."

Holding the WRAP train VIP ticket provided by Sanchao, I set off immediately, but as soon as I got off the train, I felt the chill in the air.

"call."

The mere breath of the station could create visible white mist, and the passengers moving around seemed to be powered by steam, exhaling water vapor as they went. The cold, austere buildings in the distance, along with the snow-covered earth, kept people at a distance.

"This place is so cold! Where in the nest is that brewery?"

Although his physical condition could withstand it, he didn't like this kind of stimulating weather at all. His sleepiness had been completely swept away by the cold wind, which forced him to become excited.

“I have already considered this situation. Although the regenerating ampoule is a panacea, I still need a coat to keep warm.”

Opening the suitcase, Du Jue excitedly took out the white plush coat with red stripes. Just by putting it on, he could clearly feel the strong winds around him subside and even feel a warmth.

"Is this also considered a commission?"

Du Jue even had a slight suspicion that the client might be her long-lost son.

"This is a small token of my appreciation. I am very grateful that you took action to protect the company's antidote. In my opinion, there is no greater World Wing than K Company. It can heal any disease or injury. As long as we further study and reduce costs, the entire city can be cured."

Du Jue found Sanchao's sincere words utterly absurd. Given the nature of urban life, if everyone were to become immortal, the world would likely descend into an endless bloodbath. The thought of countless madmen becoming immortal sent chills down his spine.

"Wait a minute, why is this distillery in a back alley? How can anyone afford to drink in such a cold place like a back alley?"

Du stared in disbelief at the location on the screen. As soon as he left the nest, he saw a large number of low-rise houses, with no tall buildings at all.

Avoid proceeding along the frozen, slippery road. You'll find that even in broad daylight, few people venture out. Endorphin channels, like earthworms, meander across the walls of the houses, frequently branching off and making it difficult to discern the corresponding lines.

"Vodka is a special alcoholic beverage made by the Ice Spring Distillery. It contains at least three different drugs, which are probably the antidote for the local residents."

Hey!

This technology is just too advanced!

Du Jue arrived at the distillery following the map and was puzzled to see a man and a woman smashing pipes with shovels. As soon as they knocked a hole, they immediately put their heads in the hole.

Boom boom boom!