I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Wow!

Sparks flew everywhere, instantly illuminating the center of the container-enclosed camp, making it as bright as day.

Du Jue stared at the corner of the wall, where only the chest skin inlaid with various medals remained after being burned. He found it hard to imagine how tough that thing was. Then he was puzzled to find that the people carrying the bombs did not stop at all, just like the members of Vacuum Fist, who were unmoved by the death of their superiors.

"Damn it! El Salvador, let's finish this quickly!"

He immediately tried to escape the encirclement of the bombers, but as soon as he took a step, he saw the one closest to him detonate. Du Jue immediately placed the crusher in front of him to block the explosion, shouting, "Our superiors are all dead, and you guys still self-destruct!"

A struggling man ran up from behind, shouting through tears, "We've already willingly sold ourselves to the Vacuum Fist. It's enough that we've escaped that hellish countryside and can live a few more years! It's our duty!"

At this moment, Du Jue couldn't tell whether the other party was acting voluntarily or had been completely subdued and dumbed by the power he had been suppressed by, so he could only turn around and run away.

"Damn it! Damn it! How the hell did you die, CEO Gan Dao?!"

Enraged, Jassa was no longer the fierce goalkeeper he once was. Unable to hear his old comrade's answer, he threw a punch with bloodshot eyes, and even though Salvador tried his best to parry with his sword, he was still forced to retreat.

"Master, those people's chests are glowing red!"

Yuna, who had been manipulating the workshop's weapons to slice the attacking operatives into eight pieces, clutched her bullet-riddled left forearm in agony, gritting her teeth as she and Philip shielded Salvador's back. "There are still three gunmen up there!"

boom!

Du Jue raised the crusher in his hand, and the base of the watchtower, built of steel pipes and wooden planks, was instantly destroyed. The tower also collapsed, and the gunfire throughout the camp immediately stopped.

Hearing the commotion in the camp, Hassa quickly calmed down and observed the battle situation. At this moment, he was the only one leading seven veterans to fight against the three from the Dawn Agency, and the opponents were undoubtedly equipped with mental attack resistance equipment.

"With the authority of the CEO, I order you to fulfill your duty of concentrated fire and kill those two bastards!"

Immediately, all the enforcers ceased their pursuit of El Salvador, even as deadly swords were about to sever their arms from the side, they resolutely changed direction, shouting in unison: "Those who obey will prosper, those who defy will die!"

Philip and Yuna, back to back, visibly began to pant heavily, their eyes filled with fear and retreat. They were suddenly in great danger. Philip, who was barely resisting, had his weapon knocked away by the continuous attacks and began to panic.

El Salvador, who was hastily trying to withdraw his aid, was held back by Hassa. He anxiously called out, "Wendo!"

"I'm right here."

A flashbang landed at Philip and Yuna's feet. The flash caused the officers to pause, and they could only continue by instinct.

When Philip and Yuna forced themselves to open their bloodshot eyes, they could only vaguely see the familiar branded armor. They immediately felt relieved and lowered their heads to try to relieve their eye discomfort.

Leaving the two behind to rest, Du Jue immediately joined the final battle ahead. "You're the only one left here. Is there any point in resisting? Tell those bomb-wielding idiots to stop."

To everyone's surprise, Hasse's previously stiff expression suddenly changed, and he burst into laughter. "Hahaha, El Salvador! You're really riding high now, aren't you? Those corporate dogs have given you a satisfactory answer, but what about us?!"

"The moment the war ended, we were already discarded pawns that no one cared about. Resist? You're wrong, that's the answer we gave ourselves!"

Du Jue looked up and saw that all the bombers had been called over by Hase. He immediately stopped holding back and, with El Salvador's full cover, pierced Hase's throat with his spiral gun and twisted it to the ground.

"El Salvador, you take those two and get them out of here first. I want to see what these bombers are up to!"

"understood."

Salvador didn't argue with Du Jue about who stayed behind. He decisively took the seriously injured Philip and Yuna and left quickly. He didn't forget to turn back and remind Du Jue, "Wen Duo, we'll find a clinic in the commercial district. You can do whatever you want after that. I'll inform Section Chief Shao that the base removal mission is complete."

Having put away his weapons, Du Jue quickly discovered that all the containers that had formed a circle around the camp had been overturned by the explosion. He immediately leaped onto the wreckage of the watchtower.

"Now that I've wiped out Vacuum Fist's camp, what the hell are you guys up to?!"

Workshop Thread immediately stuffed three throwing knives into Du Jue's right hand, and he shot them into the palms of the man who was about to climb up, causing him to roll down in pain.

Everyone froze, then looked around blankly and stopped. But one man immediately took off the bomb, revealing a medal on his chest, and shouted excitedly, "According to the rules, I now take over command. Everyone retreat!"

Du Jue frowned as he observed the orderly retreating group. This group had divided themselves into small teams and were probably going to return to Vacuum Fist anyway. He hadn't released them for such a pointless endeavor.

"Is it succession by order of priority?"

Du Jue raised his hand again and threw a knife, and the guy who was still giving orders immediately fell down, and the group that had been gathering together stopped again.

"I'll fucking see how many idiots among you want to inherit command!"

This cycle repeated five times until finally no one else stepped forward.

"It's almost midnight in the back alley, you know what that means, right?"

Under the watchful eyes of Du Jue, the group finally unloaded their bombs and scattered in all directions, only then was he able to finish up the mess.

Du is not too worried about them not finding a place to live. In the back alleys of the city, apart from areas protected by the association, renting a place is very cheap or even free, because many people die in various accidents and their rooms become vacant. The only thing to worry about is the local gangs.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked back to the commercial street. Du Jue was also a little tired after this battle. After all, they were a gang that could fight with a thumb. His right earlobe had been pierced by a special bullet.

"Olga? What are you doing here?"

After wiping the blood off his face, he realized he had accidentally discovered the three people from the Molar Dental Clinic.

"What a coincidence, Wen Duo. We're here to assist the Second Association of the Commercial Street. It's a request that's neither too big nor too small."

Rein respectfully refused, after all, the other party was already a renowned Tier 3 finisher, and Meixiang beside him also smiled and waved.

Olga, however, scratched her neck unhappily. "Who are you talking to? They're big shots. We thought they'd even acknowledge you. They were just being polite, but they were probably telling us to get lost."

"I'm sorry about what happened last time, Olga. How about I buy you a drink now?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? You can't just happily go over to anyone who invites you to dinner. I have to do my commissions, I don't have time to deal with other people."

Olga rolled her eyes and then fanned the air in front of her.

"You should go take a shower yourself."

Raine immediately bowed apologetically to Du Jue, "Big sister, it's not nice of you to say that. Wen Duo was a lone wolf cleanup guy from the beginning, this is just a normal job change." Du Jue helplessly spread her hands, "You can do whatever you want in the commercial street tonight, I'll cover all the expenses."

"real?!"

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Chapter 143 The Taste.

Temple Bar.

Dim lighting emanated from the four corners, making the bar resemble a miniature temple, with alcohol burners filled with candle wicks.

"Hahaha, I told you long ago that Wen Duo is a reliable guy who knows how to repay kindness, but you didn't believe me!"

Olga, with her arm around the slightly tipsy Du Jue, insisted on pouring wine into his mouth before triumphantly taking back the white jade bottle and drinking it herself.

The two subordinates drinking juice next to them were speechless. Ryan even put his hand to his forehead and corrected them, "Big sister, we never questioned it at all, okay? Besides, you were the one saying that on the street down there just now."

Meixiang also advised, "We still have a mission to complete tomorrow, so it's better not to drink too much today."

Algardon pretended not to hear at all, and pointed at the juice in front of the two of them, saying with exasperation, "Wen Duo is a well-known high-level finisher. It's normal for our agency to entertain him. You two can go have fun by yourselves. Anyway, Wen Duo will cover the expenses."

"Alright, then you still need to be careful about what you say, sister."

Renn sighed with a headache and got up to leave the private room with Meixiang.

Du Jue, who was drying her hair with a towel, was still marveling at the quick-drying laundromats in the city, which could clean her blood-stained clothes in fifteen minutes and even let her take a hot shower. She thought these specialties were quite good.

A strong smell of alcohol hit him, and Du Jue immediately felt his right ear being enveloped by a warm liquid and a soft touch. His earlobe hole, which was not yet fully healed, was being licked incessantly. He frowned and said, "Can you be serious for once? Stop licking me there, it's too itchy."

What does "serious" mean?

Olga played with his ears with great interest, making it impossible for Du Jue to tell whether the liquid flowing from his ear to his chin was alcohol or saliva. "I think you're being indecent because you're covered in blood at night. Are you sick? Doing a commission so late at night."

"and many more!"

Olga suddenly released her ear and quickly straddled him. She reached out and lifted Du Jue's chin, frowning and speaking with deep resentment, "Don't tell me you have another commission to do first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, it was commissioned by the Sixth Association. You know Section Chief Shao from the First Section, right? I have to thank El Salvador for recommending me. I couldn't be unreliable and be absent."

"This is so annoying! It's always just requests, requests. No more talking about it today!"

Rolling her eyes, Olga took advantage of Du Jue's momentary lapse in attention to pull off the bandages and eye gauze from his face, and then carefully examined Du Jue's serious face.

"We told you to cover your burns with bandages, who's going to look at you now?"

Olga reached down and pulled out the pneumatic syringe from Du Jue's waist. He then leaned over the other man and began curiously pressing it against his face.

Du Jue thought that it was probably because he always remembered Wen Duo's identity as the person in charge that the regeneration ampoule did not remove it, but Olga's point was that he only needed to wrap the bandage properly in daily life.

As the burns on the lower half of her face gradually healed, Olga couldn't help but marvel at the miraculous power of the regenerating ampoule.

"Isn't this cute? To be honest, when I first heard about you, I thought that the bandages would look ugly or scary. After all, who covers their face all the time? I didn't expect you to like this kind of contrasting style."

"Where do you put your hands?"

Du Jue reached out and grabbed Olga's groping right hand, thinking it was time to conserve his energy for tomorrow's mission. Then, he was doused with pungent liquor, and his clothes, which had just dried, became soaking wet.

"I have a really big job tomorrow."

"Tch, you're a Tier 3 Finisher, do you think I'd force you? Besides, isn't your pneumatic injector pretty effective?"

Suppressing Du Jue's urge to struggle to get up, Olga became even more unrestrained, "I wasn't shy the first time, so why are you dawdling like this? You're excellent and efficient in other aspects, but in this one aspect you're as naive as a newbie finishing up."

"But I'm going to be at the top of the city, I don't have time for this."

Olga got up, called a waiter to book the room for the night, and then locked the door. "That's why I said you're completely different from others in this respect. Don't tell me that when I was biting your ear, Jiu was already thinking about marriage. At least you have to live to that time first."

She cheerfully kicked off her shoes and shoved Du Jue, who was halfway up, back onto the sofa.

"I'm not one of those people who hesitates and looks back, and besides, aren't you enjoying this?"

At this moment, Du Jue's thoughts were somewhat chaotic, and he didn't know how to react. After all, this wasn't a murder case where he could simply resolve it brutally.

Humans have their own social distance, just as wild animals are unhappy when other creatures invade their territory. However, his sense of this had long been destroyed by Elena and Yi Yin, and only now did he realize that kissing was a very intimate and ambiguous act.

It seems that Olga doesn't ask anything of me, nor does she demand anything from me, but simply wants to get closer to me.

It was neither Wen Duo nor the chief; the one being kissed was simply him.

"But I won't have any free time for a while, so I probably won't be able to, um."

Du Jue, still half-drunk, wanted to continue speaking, but then realized his tongue was entangled and he couldn't utter a word.

"We'll talk about that when you reach the pinnacle of the city. For now, just listen to me!"

A night that no one cared about.

Refreshed, Olga retied her single ponytail and then glanced triumphantly at Du Jue, who was staring blankly on the sofa. She immediately teased, "The sun has risen, aren't you going to do your commission? I can help you ask for leave."

"No need, I can go later when the battle starts."

Du Jue checked the observation window of the pneumatic syringe in his hand. What was originally more than half of the liquid had been reduced to less than one-tenth. If he hadn't stopped him, Olga, who was too excited, would have used it all up.

"Alright, alright, why are you looking like you're contemplating life? Well then, I'll reluctantly give you some money for mental well-being."

Olga grinned mischievously, pulled out several large bills, folded them in half, and tossed them into Du Jue's arms. Then, without looking back, she unlocked her phone and left.

The communicator rang.

"Wen Duo, according to El Salvador, the outpost commission has been settled. If you're willing, come to Frontline One now."

"it is good."

Rubbing his temples, Du Jue got up, stepped over the mess on the ground, and left the bar. He took a breath of fresh air on the street and finally sobered up a bit.

"You sound like you're not feeling too well. You can come in the afternoon, but by then it'll probably be clearing rubble and street fighting."

Du Jue didn't agree immediately. Instead, he found a coffee shop and sat down. He felt he needed to slow down, as going on stage in his current state might be dangerous.

"Thank you for your concern, Section Chief Shao. It's just that I was up a bit late yesterday. I'll have breakfast here and then come over."

I slurped down the steaming hot coffee with my head tilted back, only to find my esophagus and throat burning. I suddenly felt as if my senses and emotions were out of balance.

"It would be best if you reported before noon; I have high hopes for you."

Section Chief Shao left those words and then hung up the phone.

Du Jue yawned, still somewhat shaken by the madness of the previous night, so he ordered another coffee and started checking his messages.

[Lesti: Woohoo! I've finished my internship and assessments, and I've been assigned to the cleaning team, but why is there still a combat training course and physical conditioning during the pre-job training? The latter even requires me to take out a loan, sob sob sob.]

The communicator showed Lesti wearing a blue hat with the W company logo, giving a thumbs-up to the camera, looking very energetic. Seeing this warmed Du Jue's heart, and he immediately turned his eyes to her.

If this weren't a city, someone as hardworking and optimistic as Leslie would be able to live a stable and happy life.

[Lesti: You're still stubbornly insisting you don't like me. Who would lend someone so much money? Do you prefer that kind of irresponsible sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement?]

[No: Just because I'm in a good mood, and besides, I have to pay it back; don't try to renege on your debt.]

[Olivia: Du Jue-ge! Look at my wood carving, it looks a lot like it, doesn't it?]

The little girl kept sending him pictures of the carving process, and you could see her fair hands and Pianjiang's back as he squatted in front of the computer desk from time to time.

[Absolutely not: Good!]

Du Jue, having put away his communicator, suddenly stood up. He was not only striving to become the pinnacle of the city for Kaji's last wish, but also for the sake of the beauty that had not yet been destroyed in the city.