I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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A massive harpoon shot out from inside the shipyard gate, piercing the concrete wall with a resounding crash, and the flying debris struck Du Jue, who had just approached, causing a sharp pain on his forehead.

"Is this still a harpoon?!"

Du Jue, who was covering his forehead, was immediately impressed when he saw Elijah, who had finally found a reliable minister.

"Ilya! Are there enemies inside?"

Du Juegang excitedly stepped forward, only to see a group of people ahead who were on guard. Their momentum to attack halted, and they even silently retreated to keep their distance.

"Eliminate...the leader?"

While Ilya was wary, she was also somewhat pleasantly surprised, but still cautiously asked, "I'm glad to see you, but now is probably not a good time to catch up."

Why are everyone's settings different?!

Upon hearing Ilya's words, Du Jue didn't know how to respond. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Ilya, to make a long story short, I need a ship to go down the lake to the conference room. Once we get there, I can begin to suppress the anomaly."

Bang!

The massive roller shutter door was pulled up, and Ilya and her group, pushing out spear-throwing machines, stunned Du Jue, who had been able to remain composed.

"Wait! You guys look like people?!"

Seeing the two identical groups of people on either side, Du Jue felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly told Song Ya and the others to hide behind the refrigerated truck.

If it's a test of derivatives, then I should be able to see it directly, since I've never encountered a situation where I made a mistake before.

Seeing Du Jue's incredulous expression, Ilya, who was holding the memo, immediately understood what he was thinking. "Don't worry, Chief, this is a strange phenomenon that has recently appeared. If you stay by the Great Lake for too long, you will encounter your own clone around a corner or after opening a door."

"But there is a very simple way to distinguish them - the clone's EGO equipment is all show and no substance."

Ilya explained methodically, gesturing to the short-haired girl next to her to show the blood-red axe in her hand.

The surface of the short-handled axe was eerily oozing blood.

Overwhelmed by the flood of information, Du Jue stood there in disbelief, looking at Ilya with mud on her face and then at the distraught Ilya beside her.

"Is there such a thing?!"

"It seems...it seems that's the case."

Ilya braced herself against the spear-throwing machine to keep from falling, only then realizing that her EGO equipment hadn't worked. "Am I a fake?"

While Du Jue was pondering, he suddenly heard a piece of incongruous classical music. He suddenly felt as if he had heard it before; it seemed to be the music on the tape recorder that Gabriel from the intelligence department had given him.

He immediately asked Mudface Ilya, but received an unexpected answer.

“Music? The Great Lake has had this sound ever since the anomaly began. I remember it was Daniel’s favorite piece of classical music.”

Ilya did not take any rash actions in the face of the current stalemate between the three parties, and seriously replied that she would not.

Wait, isn't that the blue-haired minister with the coffee cup we met in the intelligence department before?

The welfare department to which the other party belonged was also a department whose core management had never been subject to suppression.

Du Jue suddenly realized that it wasn't just the Discipline Department and the R&D Department that were experiencing core suppression; could all the other department heads have problems at this time?!

But he quickly regained his composure, knowing that this was not the time to be timid or hesitant.

The more chaotic the situation, the faster he needed to contact Angela for intelligence support.

"Listen to me!"

Du Jue gestured for Yu Wen and her men to stay put, then stood between the two groups of people. "Now I need to get to the conference room by boat as quickly as possible to suppress the anomaly!"

Du Jue pointed at Mudface Ilya and said, "Ilya, you guys should take me there by boat. Because if the anomaly isn't resolved, your shipyard, uh, won't even be able to open. The factory and its equipment will be bulldozed by the monsters."

Then, pointing to Ilya's other half, he continued, "You see, I've taken them away, so it doesn't matter who's the clone, and there's no conflict between us anymore. How about we just pretend nothing happened?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ilya immediately raised a question, but it was the one with mud stains on her face.

“Although I don’t want to say it like this, but… Chief, how am I supposed to know that you’re not a clone created by the mutation? After all, this mutation has affected the entire city.”

Du Jue was not embarrassed at all when he heard this. He drew out the thorn spear and showed it to her, which immediately made Mudface Ilya nod in agreement.

"Phew! You see, the problem isn't actually that serious, right?"

Avoid smiling and gesturing for everyone to keep their hands away from weapons to prevent bloodshed.

Leaning against the spear-throwing machine, Ilya murmured, "Except for Du Jue, if the anomaly is successfully suppressed, will we disappear as a result?"

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Chapter 228, Double Presentation.

The phenomenon of clones does not appear to be caused by the test or the anomaly; otherwise, Du would have encountered similar problems when he brought a large group of people over.

We can only speculate for now that this suppression comes from the Welfare Department, after all, the classical music sounds from the Great Lake are becoming clearer and clearer, which is the kind of music that Minister Daniel likes to listen to.

"But I remember exactly where I'm going to spend all the money I earn this month. How could I possibly be a clone!"

The shipyard workers immediately stared in horror at the person opposite them who looked exactly like them. "You're all hallucinating! You're trying to trick me into not resisting, right? It must have been those mind-polluting anomalies!"

Seeing that the scene was about to descend into chaos, Du Jue hurriedly brandished his thorn spear, pointing it at Fu Feng who was operating the javelin thrower, and shouted, "Stop! Do you want to start a war with me?!"

These words were quite effective, immediately causing everyone to pause in their actions.

Seeing that his words had been effective, he refrained from putting on a stern face and issuing orders to the shipyard workers: "Get out of the way! I'm about to set sail!"

The employees, who were questioning their existence, thought it over and over again, but still left the huge, cumbersome spear-throwing machine and made way for the shipyard gate.

Standing on the shore, Ilya saw her clean face reflected in the green lake, her usual smile gone. She turned to Du Jue and asked, "Can't we take her with us? Leader, I don't think I'm any different from her."

"Can't!"

Mudface Ilya jogged up to Du Jue's side from behind, "Although the clones we encountered last time seemed to have similar memories and emotions, who knows what you really are? You might be thinking of killing and replacing the original person. You can never be trusted!"

Noticing that Mudface Ilya was getting too close, Du subtly distanced himself.

He gave up on the idea of ​​identifying the real from the fake after seeing the scene that was hard to tell from the real. The only reason he chose to bring Mudface Ilya along was because their EGO employees could be of help.

After all, even according to Mudface Ilya's statement, the only people who can confirm it's her are those EGO employees; who knows what the real situation is?

"Alright, Ilya, go check if the ship is still usable."

Du patted Mudface Ilya on the shoulder, a little worried that the stuff in the Twisted Headquarters might not actually be useful.

After instructing Song Ya and his group to go in and keep an eye on things, Du Jue then looked at the group of clones and said, "Don't worry, Ilya, maybe you won't disappear even after I've dealt with you."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ilya glanced at her mostly dejected subordinates, her own face showing a hint of gloom. "Traversing the Great Lake will be faster, but you might encounter similar situations. What will you do then?"

"Besides, don't you feel awkward seeing us? You've already decided that she's the real one."

Seeing Song Ya waving at the shipyard entrance, Du Jue immediately raised his hand in response, leaving behind a final remark.

"It's alright, everyone. If we all survive in the end, I'll just take you all to get minor cosmetic surgery and then get new identities, just like having brothers and sisters in the city."

"It's not a big deal, it's already happened anyway."

Such an unexpected remark left Ilya and the others stunned.

Shipyard.

Everyone boarded the ship one after another, and even the freezers in the refrigerated trucks were pushed onto the deck and secured.

"Sir, the hull is in good condition and we can set sail immediately. It's just that the cargo hold below is welded shut, so we can't carry too much cargo."

As soon as Song Ya finished speaking, he noticed that Ilya, who had walked over, was staring at him with some displeasure.

Du immediately frowned and asked, "Is there anything inside?"

After washing away the mud, Ilya quickly replied, "That's right! That kind of replication always happens after opening a door or turning a corner, as if it refreshes in a blind spot, so we specifically sealed off the cargo hold when we left!"

"Otherwise, even if I stay in the shipyard, I will be so worried and scared that I can't sleep. Although I really dislike those people outside, the psychological pressure of trying to kill something that is almost identical to me is extremely high!"

"Isn't this just burying one's head in the sand?!"

Some of it is just speechless.

Ilya thought it over carefully. "Without EGO equipment, the clones won't be able to break through the barrier in a short time. We've welded all the excess steel onto it, and the supplies in the cargo hold have been emptied."

"Chief, should we send someone to reopen it?"

Hearing this, Du Jue felt it was unnecessary. After all, the large ship in front of them had a three-story structure with too many blind spots, making it impossible to defend against them all. Simply sealing it off would save effort.

"sail!"

The large, red and white painted ship glided out of the shipyard port. Its astonishing speed forced Du Jue to quickly grab the railing and stand firmly on the deck.

Looking down, one sees a wide, green river flowing rapidly in one direction, requiring no power from the boat itself. No wonder this thing can greatly shorten travel time.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of conversation and the howling wind. Du Jue could barely catch his breath while leaning on the railing and turning to look at the dilapidated high-rise buildings rushing past on the right bank.

Suddenly, a huge forest of bright red thorns filled most of his field of vision. The strange creature stretched across several streets, its branches covered with red eyeballs and shriveled corpses.

"Stop it, be careful!"

Ilya hurriedly reminded him from behind, "That's Anomaly 0-04-72 Piercing Paradise. If you see it and then make it disappear from your sight, those spikes will grow out of thin air!"

Hey!

This thing has grown to the size of several football fields; who could resist seeing it?!

Rumble!

A terrifying, sky-piercing crimson streak instantly severed a large number of thorny branches, and the spreading blood mist quickly covered most of the mangrove forest.

"What kind of anomaly is that?!"

Du Jue could hardly recognize these enhanced versions of the anomalies, but then he heard Ilya's terrified voice.

"That's not an anomaly! That's the City Star!"

The mimicry blade made of flesh and bone sliced ​​through the strange, thorny forest, and a figure that Du Jue was completely familiar with was frantically shredding all living things in sight.

That's Carly!

Do not immediately turn around and urge, "Hurry up! Speed ​​things up!"

However, when he turned his head again, he saw the familiar golden gauntlets and the portal.

Even though they were far apart, and there was blood mist and branches obscuring the view, Du Jue still couldn't believe that Carly was looking up at him.

"put an end to!!"

I am!

"Can't you just keep working on that anomaly? Why are you bothering me?!"

The emotions that had been brewing for a moment, which were then suppressed by the pulling of the workshop's binding wires, were finally draped in blood-stained bandages by the sardines leaping out of the lake.

Workshop-made wire harnesses: Express yourself!

Holding the boning knife at his waist, he resisted the urge to plunge the self-proof into his chest, and an extremely awkward feeling immediately arose.

Boning knife, presented in two ways!

The unimaginable, invisible pressure prevented me from experiencing arrhythmia, and even slowed down my thinking.

Carly had already traversed the land several times to reach the shore, and the next moment a portal appeared above Dujue.

"You! Leave no one alive!"

Having anticipated this, Du Jue stretched out her bandages, grabbed the railing, and pulled herself away, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp sword that could cut through iron like mud.

Tear!

Carly immediately cleaved a gruesome gash in the deck.

Swish!

Du Jue decisively drew the prototype of the butcher's knife, wrapped three bandages around the blade, and was about to throw it at Carly's head, but another thought in his mind made him mutilate himself with the knife, so as to reduce the suffering of the others.

With only a moment's hesitation, Carly's mimicry blade cleaved open Du Jue's left ribs, causing his abdomen to flip open like a refrigerator door, revealing a large chunk of flesh and blood, with his intestines loosely protruding before being quickly pulled back together by bandages.

"I can't stop it! Neither can you!"

Faced with Carly swinging her knife again, Du Jue gritted his teeth, grabbed the butcher's knife, and slashed forward fiercely.

Instead of parrying or retreating, the opponent raised his mimicry greatsword and swung it forward, shouting, "You must feel it with me! This unbreakable hatred and rage!"

puff!

The Flesh and Blood Special Forces' butcher knife smoothly sliced ​​through the mimicry blade, severing Carly's right arm on the spot.