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Listening to the roar below, Du Jue swallowed hard, imagining himself as a dead cockroach.
Just as they were about to leave, Du Jue saw a stray dog wandering around the street corner.
In this situation, a direct confrontation is definitely not an option. Fortunately, the stray dog, unsure of its location, went around asking people for directions.
To avoid the situation, you can only retreat and destroy all your teammates.
That's right, the personality chips of the three Brotherhood members were currently in his pocket; the rest of their prosthetic bodies were in the junkyard. 2
Meanwhile, Du Jue was hiding in the ventilation duct above the clinic, observing the situation through the gaps in the ventilation vent.
The main problem was that they simply couldn't outrun so many stray dogs, and there wasn't enough space in the ventilation duct for four people to lie down, so they came up with this idea out of desperation.
The most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as we get through this wave, we'll be fine!
"No, that can't be. I clearly saw that person being carried here, along with several cyborgs."
"Then find him! He'll pay with your life!"
Jingmei raised her hand and flung the garbage collector onto the recliner. It took him a while to recover before he covered his bleeding mouth and looked around. Du Jue could sense the fear and urgency in the other man's trembling body.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
Dino directed his men to kick aside and inspect all the piles of iron sheets, while Zulu tried to calm Jingmei down.
Stable.
Avoid looking down and holding your breath, minimize your heartbeat, and wait for the stray dog to leave.
Suddenly, a calloused finger reached into the ventilation duct, its tip almost touching Du Jue's nose!
You can even clearly see the lines on your fingertips filled with mud.
Hey!
Could it be that the other side also has cyborgs capable of infrared scanning?!
How is that possible? Stray dogs are clearly going for enhanced tattoos.
He was instantly drenched in sweat, only to find that the finger had simply placed a twisted piece of metal down before retracting.
What does it mean?
The inexplicable actions caused Du Jue's brain to race, after all, these people below were capable of really killing him, and this time he didn't even have any help!
“Look, I’m not lying, they must have escaped through the ventilation ducts. There are even parts left behind by the cyborgs here.”
Du Jue immediately burst into a tirade of curses.
Why are those garbage collectors who use buckets so clever? They even managed to stumble upon a winning strategy!
Dude, can't you just die for me?!
"Get out of my way, let me see. If you're lying, you're dead meat."
Jingmei's irritable voice was right below; Du immediately abandoned all distractions and gripped the knife tightly.
He has a blood pump and the advantage of surprise attacks; he might be able to severely injure Jingmei and then take her hostage.
My heart started pounding uncontrollably.
Avoid focusing on the sounds below and be prepared to suddenly lash out at any moment.
The sounds of footsteps on the bed, the rustling of clothes as someone gets up, and then Jingmei's cursing.
"what."
"Who brought this cat? It's all black and white, so ugly."
"Dino, doesn't this cat look familiar? It looks like the one that Jingmei stepped on before."
"You mean that pervert who turned his daughter into a catgirl?"
"No, it's the cats of those two cyborgs."
A gasp was heard, followed by a crisp cracking sound.
"Damn it, where did this monster come from?!"
"It can bite off a head in one bite. Could it be an experimental product that escaped from the company?"
Before Du Jue could figure out what had happened, his familiar swear words rang out again.
"I really don't understand, why do all these useless trash have to mess with me!"
boom!
The sounds of fierce fighting carried from indoors to outdoors, and Du Jue waited a full half hour before daring to peek out.
Peeking out, I saw that only the garbage collector was left in the clinic, packing up metal scraps and picking up a slug's head.
Although I don't know what the stray dog meant by cat, I don't have time to pay attention to that right now.
"Put my brother down!"
After some effort, Du Jue finally managed to restore the three of them to health.
The bruised and battered garbage collector was tied to the cyborg doctor and was groaning in pain.
"I—I thought you were going to take this guy down, but he lured the enemy here."
"They will still be needed to play a role later."
Clang clang clang.
The sound of crisp knocking on the lids echoed through the alleyway piled high with trash cans, and suddenly one by one, the garbage collectors emerged from the cans.
It's unbearable to see these guys scurrying out like gophers, one of them even brushing his teeth.
The guy brushing his teeth shrugged when he saw the garbage collector behind Du Jue.
"Dude, cats have their ways, dogs have theirs. We maggots just share a garbage room late at night, and we don't even know each other."
"If he wants to offend you, so be it."
The garbage collectors gradually crawled back into the garbage cans, getting used to this rat-like life.
"There's something I need from you; this is the deposit."
Never leave the money Finn spent on his commission on the ground; the next moment, the junk collectors' eyes will practically glow with greed.
They quickly elected the toothbrush guy to count the money.
"It's good to be rich, you can enjoy yourself. We trashy old folks have nothing but our worthless lives, you can take whatever you want with us."
"If you want to profit from human suffering, I'll pick two people who are about to starve to death for you."
What the hell?
Du Jue simply thought that these people could find his trail and also the approximate location of the stray dog's hideout.
"We garbage collectors are so hungry we're dizzy and sick, it's hard for us to get anything good to eat. We'd be lucky to die with our stomachs full."
"Last time, those four were locked up by the gang and starved for two days. Luckily, the steamed buns they gave us were actually a roast duck. I remember Mana had to bite off the throats of the other three before he could eat them."
Bang!
I felt a surge of anger, refusing to kick over the trash can where the toothbrusher was standing.
He was about to angrily berate the slovenly man in front of him when he saw the garbage collectors shrinking back in fear.
The memories of the deceased prosthetic doctor suddenly assaulted Du Jue's thoughts.
He didn't feel anything special about his first murder because he had the illusion that he had killed Kagi while working at the Good Detective Agency.
He became a true city dweller in less than three days, so what right does he have to condemn city dwellers?
“My name is Du Jue. I don’t care about anyone’s life. I want you to tell me.”
"What is my name?"
The toothbrusher hesitated, wondering if this was some new, dangerous little game for garbage collectors.
"Du Jue, your name is Du Jue."
"Okay, answer my second question, you stray dog, where is that tattooed guy's hideout?"
"I can have someone take you there; they'll be able to find the general location."
"One last question, can I join you?"
"what?"
9 Department Stores
"You'll be the vanguard, but we get to keep everything we grab? Is there some kind of good deal?"
"It sounds like a lab trick to lure in talent."
Wearing an orange knit hat, Thor warily sized up the four men. He recognized them as the recently infamous Brotherhood of Steel, who had reportedly massacred an agency.
This is also why these rats are still willing to listen to Du Jue's nonsense.
In the city, you can't get anywhere without money.
Without fame, even a garbage collector would dare to rob you.
"Hey, you guys get this straight, if you don't do it, plenty of rats will. Don't try to negotiate with me!"
Du Jue, completely unfazed, coldly turned on the blood pump and almost in the blink of an eye, ripped off Thor's hat.
The incredible speed of his hands immediately silenced the noisy mice.
"I go!"
"And I!"
In almost half a day, Du Jue had gathered a large group of free thugs.
However, he had witnessed Haozi's performance at Run's firm.
The mouse was the first to grab it.
Run! The mouse is the first to run.
Even a slight change in circumstances can cause a situation to fall apart.
However, Du Jue didn't expect them to succeed; it was just to create momentum for the raid on the stray dogs' hideout. Besides, when it comes to destroying a house, no one is better than rats.
His goal was to thoroughly enrage Jingmei, making her willing to do anything to capture the Brotherhood of Steel.
"Huh? Where did this cat come from?"
With the garbage collectors leading the way, these people were prevented from swaggering through the alley, and no one dared to approach them, except for a cat standing on the eaves watching.
"Damn it, what kind of creatures are you raising?"
Du Jue looked at the black and white cat, and its two cat eyes actually looked back at Du Jue.
This cat is acting strangely; wasn't it dead?
Was it the one that lured the stray dog away?
"It's just a cat. If it had anything special about it, I would have sold it long ago."
That makes sense; someone as greedy as Ai couldn't possibly have missed it.
The city is even more bizarre than a dream world, with monsters popping up out of nowhere, but that doesn't stop our efforts to eliminate them.
"Isn't this a factory?"
"I don't know. I heard it's the ruins left by the broken Wings of the World. Now we call it the Department Store."
Du Jue took a step back as he looked at the sarin gas cylinders on the shelf and the white phosphorus in the freezer, while a vendor in front of him was displaying his flamethrower next to a gasoline drum.
There was also a pile of compressed laughing gas on the stall at my feet.
Department stores? I think that's suicide!
Is this stray dog illiterate? With so many dangerous items piled up at the camp, who knows, it might just fall asleep one day and meet its old mother!
The garbage collectors who led the way were already rich; they dared not enter the gang's territory.
Du Jue didn't know whether they were afraid of stray dogs or the department store, but it was clear that someone had noticed the unusual flow of people he brought.
"What are you guys doing?! Do you even know where you are?!"