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However, Du Jue cautiously snatched Lesti's communicator back first, and casually bought a sandwich for Patsy. Without Patsy sending random messages, he wouldn't have discovered that Lesti had been kidnapped.
The communicator mostly contained information about exams, followed by some loan and job postings.
While reviewing the memo, Du Jue finally discovered that Leslie had specifically borrowed money to come to the business district today to buy a cake, and had even changed her clothes.
That must be why the train car gang, which has been active here recently, has been targeting them.
"Hahaha, good good!"
Putting away his communicator, Du Jue turned around and saw Patsy clapping and cheering at the alley entrance, and immediately walked over in confusion.
In the dark alley, two starving garbage collectors frantically fought over a mere sandwich.
Even if they are weakened in combat due to disease, hunger, or physical defects, they still have hard teeth all over their bodies that can bite open other people's blood vessels.
His yellowed, rotten teeth bit down until his mouth was full of blood, then he eagerly grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it in.
It didn't look like eating with the mouth, but rather swallowing with the esophagus.
"You son of a bitch!"
Du Jue kicked Patsy flying to the side of the road with one kick, his teeth flying out of his mouth spinning on the road like dice.
They pried open the garbage collector's throat, which had been bitten open, and pulled out the pneumatic syringe, firing two compressions before the man finally recovered.
He didn't dare delay and quickly bought two paper bags of sandwiches and threw them next to the trash can.
By the time I finished all that and came out of the alley, that damn lunatic had disappeared.
Hey!
"Next time, I'm going to break his legs!"
"Let's go to the carriage and rescue Lesti!"
41 Bus Stop
The van was parked under a streetlamp, and the street was still brightly lit even as midnight approached.
This scene often lasts until after 2 a.m. before it stops.
Du Jue leaned against the window, looking up at the human head hanging from the streetlamp. Its eyes, filled with terror and disbelief, stared at the scene below, but no one dared to take down this horrifying thing.
That's because it was hung there by the carriage staff as a warning to others.
"If it weren't for Kaji, would I be like this now?"
As he was reflecting on this, a henchman with his hands in his pockets walked over.
"Hey guys, how's today's harvest? Are you tired and ready to switch shifts?"
"boarding."
"Hey, I'm in charge of keeping an eye on this person's head. It's not good to leave your post without permission, especially since you're the only one in the car."
The moment the younger brother bent down, Du Jue grabbed his ear and dragged him into the car, where he fell onto the passenger seat in shock.
"Are you sick!"
Where is the Carriage Gang's stronghold?
"You bastard, you're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"
Without any patience, Du Jue immediately swung the boning knife at the other man's right ear, causing the underling to clutch his right head in terror, like a quail, his blood soaking the seat cushion.
These scumbags in the carriages are no longer human!
"We have many bases. The boss usually just stops wherever he drives. How about I take you there tomorrow?"
"If you don't see your boss tonight, you won't have a tomorrow."
"Buses, two big buses!"
"To avoid being targeted for revenge, our boss usually stays in one of the buses that is always in motion, while the other bus is used to store goods for sale, since endorphins are cheap and durable."
"route."
The van was about to be started when the anger was about to burst forth. Given the efficiency of these guys' kidnappings, the number of people who had already fallen victim to their crimes was probably over a hundred.
But Leslie was kidnapped today, so she definitely hasn't had a chance to be sold yet. We must find her as soon as possible!
Avoid flooring the accelerator and turning the van into a go-kart, causing it to shake violently and giving the guy giving directions bumps on the head.
"There's a residential area ahead. Buses often circle around here, since going into unfamiliar territory can easily be seen as a provocation by other gangs."
What comes into view is a series of low houses with courtyards, where people are gathered to grill skewers in several places, and some people are holding parties with colorful lights in front of their houses.
There was a group of people watching on the road, and no one moved aside even when Du Jue honked his horn, which made Du Jue frown immediately.
"I'm from the carriage gang, kill this kid! There'll be a hefty reward!"
The guy next to me seized the opportunity of the car slowing down and immediately jumped out of the window shouting. He landed and was dazed and confused, barely managing to stand up.
Hey!
Avoiding the stares of a large group of people around him, anger overwhelmed his reason, and he grabbed the gray helmet from the dashboard and put it on.
He wasn't unprepared for coming to the gang's territory alone this time; he was fully equipped with the elite gear of the assassin squad, and his only weapon was a small katana.
To avoid trouble, this combat uniform had been dyed lead gray by Katae beforehand.
This time, Du Jue didn't want to use the identity of Wen Duo, the person in charge of finishing things, nor did he want to act under the guise of a stray dog.
"What the hell are you all standing there for? Do it!"
The henchman, clutching his severed ear, screamed hysterically at the surrounding crowd, believing that his gang's reputation would intimidate them. But to his surprise, they simply stood there watching, doing nothing.
The younger brother turned around in a panic and saw a large, lead-gray hand grabbing towards his face. Before he could raise his hand to resist, an unbearable, extreme pain exploded from the bottom of his heart and bone marrow.
"what!!!"
With a trembling motion, he raised his right arm. The combat suit seemed to employ exoskeleton-like technology, making movement incredibly easy. Kaji's knife pierced the opponent's eye, ending the piercing scream.
The gray mist slowly returned to Du Jue's body.
Enduring the excruciating phantom pain, and refusing to grit their teeth and turn away, all the onlookers quickly took a step back.
"Where is the leader of the carriage gang? If you're useless, you might as well die."
The rough voice, transformed by the voice changer, echoed all around, and many timid people hurriedly ran home.
Du Jue raised an eyebrow, wondering if he didn't look scary enough, when he heard the people whispering among themselves.
"It seems they went to the business district to celebrate today, and they'll probably choose a place closer to home when they come back."
"Who says otherwise? I heard from my neighbor that both buses stopped at the top club of the carriage gang."
“I have a flyer for the top-tier club here, and the three roads from the past have been drawn.”
Colorful flyers flew out from the crowd.
As they talked, they secretly glanced at Du Jue, but no matter what they did, they couldn't see Du Jue's expression through the lead-gray helmet.
hum!
He didn't immediately start the van, but instead pressed the accelerator to the floor while clutching the flyer, his desire to cooperate with the molar clinic grew increasingly urgent.
Without these experienced people to guide me, investigating my church on my own would only result in a headless mess, just like today!
The streets are brightly lit and bustling.
Two rusty buses were parked to the right of the clubhouse, and several of the remaining staff members were complaining while carrying bottles of liquor.
"Why can't we go to the club on such a good day?"
"Everyone's gone, who's going to watch the bus?"
"Who's so blind as to interfere with our affairs? We newcomers are simply not qualified to get in."
The thug leaning against the bus looked longingly at the magnificent clubhouse lobby, oblivious to the fact that no one responded to his words.
Du Jue arrived breathlessly beside him, and the thug finally gave him a strange look.
These guys really gave him a hard time finding them.
Click.
He twisted the other person's neck with his hand, then struggled to remove the helmet and pulled out a pneumatic syringe, pressing it three times in quick succession.
Chi Chi.
Looking at the observation window on the bottle with a puzzled expression, I found that both liquids were completely empty; the capacity of this thing was far too small.
Wearing a helmet, Du Jue smashed the car window with a punch and jumped inside. He immediately saw thirteen hostages on the seats, all of them tightly bound.
There was also half a barrel of endorphins on the driver's seat, which is probably why the hostage was so quiet.
Du Jue hurriedly opened the pneumatic injector, filled it with two tubes, and then found Lessie at the very back. She was wearing a yellow dress and had a cute, doll-like quality.
"Hey, are you still conscious?"
"you are?"
Even though his voice was weak, Du Jue still confirmed that Lesti was rational, but was in a sage state after receiving a large injection of endorphins.
They tried to cut off everyone's restraints, but they all seemed too relaxed and lazy to run away, obviously because the drugs were too strong.
Only after slapping Lesti until his face was swollen and sobering him up did Du Jue feel relieved enough to get out of the car.
The sound of the bus driving away immediately alerted the members of the club's "carriage gang." The three of them rushed out to check and were greeted by the lead-gray humanoid figure guarding the main gate.
"Damn it! Someone's trying to steal our business from the carriage gang! If you've got the guts, go tie them up yourselves!"
"If we lose all this stuff, the boss will strangle us!"
"I just ordered, what a disappointment."
The next moment, the three people who had been spewing profanities suddenly let out a miserable wail that pierced the entire club, startling even the men and women who were conducting business in the private rooms.
Du Jue was in so much pain that he half-knelt on the ground. He quickly focused his mind to suppress the death energy, and only then was he able to continue moving.
The portly Fu Ru angrily pushed open the door, still holding blood-stained pliers in his hand.
He stood on the third floor, looking down at Du Jue, but did not immediately question the visitor's identity. Instead, he turned to express his apology, seemingly not taking Du Jue seriously at all.
"Sorry to disturb your sketching."
Du Jue looked up and saw the guy next to the fat man dressed in white, and the pure white beret made him look elegant and calm, like a stereotypical elegant artist.
However, the large bloodstains on his white clothes indicated his dangerous nature.
Upon seeing the rings encircling the other person's fingers, Du Jue was immediately startled, as all the characteristics indicated that the other person belonged to the Ring Finger group.
Like the superior thumb of the stray dog, it is one of the five fingers, and its level is of course an extremely dangerous urban star!
42 artworks
"It's alright, let the guests admire your work as well."
"It just so happens that the auction is being held here tomorrow, so it doesn't matter if the remaining materials run away, as long as we don't disturb the connoisseurs living around here."
Du Jue already felt immense pressure from these few dozen people, but he didn't expect there to be even more experts above him.
The apprentice with the ring finger and the head of the carriage made way for a woman with a single ponytail who pushed a food cart out.
A transparent glass cabinet was placed on the food cart, and the woman deliberately reached out to prevent the artwork inside from being displayed.
The three rings on his palm were shining brightly, which made Du Jue feel desperate. He was clearly a symbol of the Ring Master!
Even if they call themselves artists, these lunatics would probably require a first-order finisher to handle.
I originally intended to use Death Aura to wipe out this human trafficking gang in one fell swoop, since Death Aura is very suitable for hard control of the entire field.
This power, which allows one to fulfill their wishes simply by inflicting pain, makes it impossible not to use it.
All it takes is wailing to solve everything—is there anything better?!
Just like a pneumatic injector, it cannot be stopped, and it even makes the prevention efforts more and more unscrupulous.
But Du Jue never expected that this time he had stirred up the enemy's lair.
"My students' work is still a bit immature, but very creative."
The other person's artwork is a tree.