I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Upon hearing that they were going out to plunder, the gang members also chimed in.

Du Jue was very pleased with Park's support and took the opportunity to pat himself on the back.

"Since Boss Jingmei agreed before she fainted, I will temporarily take over as leader and direct the operation this time."

"I didn't want to be so abrupt, but someone in the gang has to step up and take responsibility for all of this!"

Dino immediately asked, "If we're not brothers, when did Jingmei agree to this?"

However, after noticing that Zulu next to him did not object, Dino gave Du Jue a deep look and did not retaliate. After all, it was only temporary, and the most important thing was to wake Jingmei up.

51st Parish

"Please give me a number, I need to take stock of the available manpower."

"For Jingmei's sake, I will do my job as the temporary leader. Anyone who disobeys or tries to escape will be executed on the spot!"

Even though it was a little awkward, Zulu and Dino carried out the order to refrain from doing so.

As the final number was announced by Zulu, Dujue finally heard the distorted voice he wanted. Fortunately, the judgment of the work card operated according to Kaji's thinking.

This guy is a bit awkward. He doesn't really approve of threatening the leader to pass on the position or to start his own gang. He needs most of the gang members to clearly express their agreement on the legitimacy of his promotion.

Even a temporary leader is still a leader!

Congratulations on your promotion from "Homeless Dog"!

[Obtain the work item: Violent Brass Knuckles]

[Description: Accessories are not just for pleasing others, but also for expressing oneself]

[Effect 1: This tiger-finger gesture will amplify your intimidating aura]

[Effect 2: This knuckle duster adds extra impact force when swung, the force of which depends on your violence level.]

Violence Index?

The moment I touched the cold brass knuckles in my pocket, I immediately understood that it was probably related to things like slaughter, torture, and evil deeds.

It feels like both the talents and the items are highly related to the style of the organization's leader.

"To completely eliminate this, how exactly do we do it?!"

Dino crossed his arms and spoke sullenly, while Jingmei was placed in the basement, and he seemed to be alive and well anyway.

Once he came to his senses, Du Jue gripped the brass knuckles. He himself didn't feel any domineering aura emanating from him, but the somewhat frivolous gang members below all became serious.

Even the two cadres were involuntarily forced to stand at attention by the invisible pressure in the factory.

That's great! It will make it much easier for him to climb up in the future!

"Of course he'll retaliate fiercely, even if Jingmei were still awake, he would still do it!"

"Contact everyone!"

While they were rambling on, Du Jue tried to contact the Molar Agency, but Olga said that the agency couldn't get the core mission information about my church.

Unlike gangs that can commit arson, murder, and looting, the rules of the agency are relatively strict, and indiscriminately killing people does not bring them much benefit.

The person who finishes a task will not do it unless it is entrusted to them.

"Du Jue, there's something I need to tell you. Should we contact the Zwei Association?"

"Elaborate."

Seeing Zulu approach and speak in a low voice, Dujue immediately perked up.

It turns out that the stray dog ​​had some connections with the Southern Sixth Division of the Zwei Association, which was responsible for security and law enforcement.

Each association is basically divided into different branches, and under each branch are multiple departments responsible for different positions, with one department often being the strongest.

"That guy is the head of the Sixth Section, a fifth-level finisher named Walter. In the past, he paid us to identify a murderer for some of the cases he investigated. He cares a lot about his performance."

"What I mean is, should we make a deal with him? After all, my church has a large number of members."

"Communicator."

Du Jue didn't hesitate to call, completely indifferent to whether the other party was a section chief or not; the stray dog ​​wasn't his.

"Jingmei, my doing business with you doesn't mean we have a relationship, am I right?"

A haughty middle-aged man's voice came from above. This guy must be Walter. He's even more arrogant than Jingmei. It's hard to imagine how the two of them reached a deal.

“Watch out, Walter. Yesterday, a priest from my church was sent to the shopping street, right?”

“I don’t care about such trivial matters, and I’m not interested in chatting with you about everyday things. Let Jingmei answer the phone.”

"Now another priest is leading a bunch of werewolves over there. They definitely aren't there for coffee. I remember that area is also under the jurisdiction of the Zwei Association, am I right?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"Who are you? Do you think I'm so easily fooled? You want to use me as a tool, am I right?"

"Hehe, anyway, I won't be the unlucky one punished for failing to protect you properly. You should be able to find someone else to take the blame. It seems we don't care much about this matter. Goodbye then."

"Wait! Where? How many of them are there?"

Du coldly described the cult members he had just encountered, adding that Jingmei had been beaten unconscious by the priest.

Even if Walter looks down on gangs, Jingmei's strength will not change because of other people's opinions. This cult incident will be very troublesome, but it is also an opportunity.

"Hmph, kid, I really dislike dogs because they bark indiscriminately. Do you agree with me?"

Before Du could retort, the association's pretentious man hung up the phone without even asking him to prove the reliability of the information.

To be honest, this is the first time Du Jue has been shut down after a verbal battle. This guy is really annoying!

However, this guy is too obsessed with making a name for himself. At least he would send someone to check, so that the business district can keep those two priests occupied.

Do not believe that even in my church, there are very few people with the ability to transform, otherwise they could be mass-produced and used to violently seize territory instead of proselytizing.

"Let the Zwei Association deal with that bear-man. Let's leave now!"

The stray dogs got into the car one after another, calling their friends and making a big fuss.

As a subordinate gang of Thumbfinger, the Lost Dogs have a pretty high level of influence.

"But where are we going? Are we going to attack the headquarters of a cult? Do you know how many cult-worshipping lunatics there are?"

"Of course not. You were causing trouble in the parish, while I was sneaking into the cathedral alone to find the antidote."

"But."

"Enough said, my mind is made up!"

Who cares about you? Dino just felt that preventing anyone from sneaking into my cathedral was impossible.

Suddenly, Du Jue pulled out his communicator, which displayed a text message from Olga.

[Olga: Wendo, stop worrying about this cult mission. I heard the Period Detective Agency took on the mission to assassinate the leader of the cult. I really envy those guys with connections in the association.]

[Wen Duo: Really? It can't be today, can it?]

Olga: Of course, otherwise what do you think our mission is for? Isn't it to set traps for these people with connections?

[Olga: But what can I do? They're both capable and have the expertise. Tsk tsk, I'm so envious of agencies that can afford custom-made firearms.]

[Olga: By the way, your new Tier 7 license will be issued soon. I'll treat you to drinks when it comes out.]

It's good to step on landmines; I don't care about avoiding them. I just feel like this operation was divinely aided.

Today he wants to test the strengths and weaknesses of my church.

"arrive."

Avoid getting off the bus only to find a back alley that is completely different from other places.

Cats and dogs roam everywhere, leaving untreated feces all over the ground. Despite this, there are still many makeshift doghouses and cat kennels along the roadside.

Du Jue frowned, trying to ignore the pungent, mixed smell, and looked in astonishment at those people who neither bathed nor wore clothes.

These fanatical believers refuse to sit at the table to eat, desperately trying to conform to the doctrine and embrace the light of freedom.

The man huddled in the corner jumped up nervously and breathed out after being stepped on, then slapped the other man across the face before being bitten in the throat in a fit of rage.

"Damn it, what kind of place is this?!"

Even the followers were completely bewildered by the absurd scene before them. The next moment, the believers, realizing the intruders had arrived, gathered together like a pack of wild dogs.

The name "stray dog" would be more appropriate for them.

"Playing dumb won't work, all of you, get to it!"

P.S.: This is a transaction between a third party, titled "Infinite, I'm Not a Madman!"

"Muzan! Today I will blast you to smithereens!!" Covered in blood, Wu You's eyes blazed with fury as he tore open his tattered coat and roared to the sky! Kimu Muzan: "Hiss." "Can...can we reconcile?" "You filthy, evil soul, today I will burn you to ashes!" A cold smile appeared on Wu You's lips, followed by a blazing sun, raging flames, intense heat, and chilling cold. Ryomen Sukuna: "Kill one of me, and twenty more will remain!" "This is my struggle for survival!" Pulling a syringe from who-knows-where, Wu You plunged it into his heart! Morpheus: "Impossible! I am the most perfect!" "A madman? You're calling me a madman?" 4

Wu You, with his fingertips pointing to his furrowed brows, turned sideways with his hands on his hips, gazing at the enemy ahead in a strangely contorted posture that is quite unusual for a human.

"It's like when Tom's brother met Mickey Mouse and said that Chi was Mickey Mouse."

"Don't compare yourself to a third-rate nobody like you who talks about magnetic fields but can't even generate a real electric current!"

52 Cathedrals

Bending down to narrowly avoid being hit by a stray wad of excrement, Du Jue suddenly felt that this place was extremely dangerous, practically a biological garbage dump!

They encountered some harassment when they first entered, but immediately met with great resistance when they reached the edge of the cathedral.

"Tear down all these cardboard boxes and wooden huts!"

"I'll leave this place to you. I'll contact you via communicator later."

Du Jue hurriedly stepped back to make way for the forklift that was rushing towards him from the side street. Those guys immediately blocked the road with their carts, seemingly very skilled at dealing with intruders.

No one came forward to communicate, and the cult lunatics with metal finger guards immediately pounced on the newcomer, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Bang!

Zulu punched him to the ground, looked down disdainfully at the bloody mess at his feet, turned around, picked up a gasoline can, and threw it forward.

Click.

He took out a lighter and lit the torch soaked in gasoline, nodding at Du Jue.

"Okay, we'll hold them off here, but you'd better hurry. We can't hold out for three days and three nights with so many people."

Then Zulu hurled himself forward.

Rumble!

The sweltering heat made Du Jue squint and quickly run to the side alley. The fighting here was too fierce, and the explosions even stirred up a foul, hot wind.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, I climbed up the low houses using both hands and feet, quickly moving across the rooftops, only to discover that the tallest houses here were no more than two stories high.

The vast expanse of buildings resembles a domino effect of dilapidated structures haphazardly piled up building materials. We must prevent the simple houses from collapsing simply because someone stepped on a piece of cardboard and knocked them down, causing even more areas to collapse.

"There's not even a road! These cultists are too ruthless, they're sucking our marrow dry!"

Avoid stepping on the earthen wall covered in bright paint. The rough and abrupt lines outline the face of a middle-aged man. The irregular color blocks are constrained by minimalist lines, presenting a direct sense of explosion.

With one foot raised, Du Jue leaped onto the gray and red rooftop, and looked up to see the enormous sky church.

Looking down, one could see the chaotic residential area crudely divided into zones by roads, with the cult members all staying in their own territories, observing the changes from afar.

"These guys really think they're dogs, and they're quite territorial."

"Even more insane than Lane 23!"

In such a chaotic situation, the madmen from other territories did not dare to come over, so the roads were now empty and unobstructed, and of course, the excrement could be ignored.

He shouldn't grit his teeth and run wildly down the road; as long as he travels fast enough, no one will keep chasing him.

"Ugh!"

A disheveled woman with dreadlocks, lying on a broken streetlamp, screamed at Du Jue and lunged at him after he crossed the zebra crossing at the intersection.

The stench that hit him, along with the woman's sharp, rusty claws, made Du Jue pause in his tracks. He then decisively pulled out his newly acquired violent knuckle duster, and his fist, gleaming with dazzling golden light, was swung out with all his might.

Bang!

The enormous impact, completely unexpected, slammed the woman against the wall. Du Jue stared blankly at the struggling woman stuck in the wall's dent, then looked at the golden knuckle duster in his hand.

"Holy crap, what kind of power is this?"