“Right, Shendai Yunhe’s new Cybernetic Limbs have directed infrasound weapons,” Shendai Yunluo smiled, got up and left, leaving Qing Chen alone in the Black Swan restaurant, waiting for those drunkards to sober up…
Qing Chen muttered to himself: “They left after drinking, so chic, but I have to wait here for the drunkards, what kind of thing is this!”
City 22 was destined to be sleepless tonight.
Previous city-wide searches had never been as exaggerated as today. After the Garrison Troops blocked off various districts, they immediately transferred field troops from outside the city and began to conduct a search of the entire Lower Three Districts.
But this was destined to be a fruitless search.
Searching the slums was thankless work. This place housed 50% of the city’s population, and many people didn’t even have identity electronic beacons; they were all unregistered residents.
If they really strictly investigated the outsiders, half of the slum dwellers would probably be arrested.
Therefore, they could only bring all the heads of the various gangs in for questioning and instruct them to strictly investigate suspicious individuals.
In the large conference room of the PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of gang leaders. At this moment, he hadn’t thought that the current events would have anything to do with him.
After all, how could such a big event involve them?As the saying goes, a righteous person is not afraid of a crooked shadow, Zhang Qinghuan wasn’t nervous at all.
The conference room door opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood before everyone.
A gang leader approached: “Officer, we’ve met before…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw the officer kick him several meters away, where he lay coughing up blood.
Everyone present was immediately shocked; it looked like a big event was about to happen!
The middle-aged soldier said coldly: “You must have all heard about what happened today. I’ll give you eight hours. Each of you must bring me eight suspicious targets. Don’t use civilians to make up the numbers; I want real thugs, understand?”
Generally, the murderer has more or less contact with these people, and these people’s intelligence is the most well-informed; they can always interrogate something out of them.
But when the gang leaders heard this, it was still the same old investigation method, so it was easy to handle.
Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when he heard this.
There were still seven thugs and a thief hanging outside their Pigeon Cage, wasn’t this just perfect?
Just use them to complete the task.
In fact, there was a reason why the PCE Public Security Committee didn’t like to handle the messy affairs of the slums.
It was simply that every case involving this place was a mess that couldn’t be figured out.
The best solution was to let the lowest-level gangs make up the numbers to fool them, and then they would fool their superiors; that’s how life went on.
Out of ten cases, eight were forced confessions; as long as it didn’t affect the awarding of bonuses, it was fine.
This system, which looked prosperous, was actually decaying from the bottom up.
Therefore, once the Guardians’ Union system was formed, they could indeed do those things that even the PCE couldn’t do.
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In front of the Pigeon Cage Building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps at the entrance, from evening to morning.
In the past, he would never dare to stay outside alone at night; he would definitely find an unrented room in the building to hide.
But now it was different. The Pigeon Cage Building was brightly lit, and there were Arts Society security guards patrolling; no one would dare to commit murder here.
When dawn arrived, the figure he had been longing for finally appeared.
Qing Chen slowly walked over and stuffed the brown paper bag in his hand into the little boy’s hand: “Here, there are twelve buns, eat them quickly, they shouldn’t be cold yet.”
Then, he walked upstairs.
Zhang Mengqian followed Qing Chen, hesitating for a long time without asking anything.
Only after entering the room did he speak: “Boss, was the commotion in the city caused by you? I heard that a big shot from Shendai was assassinated, didn’t die, but was seriously injured.”
Qing Chen glanced at him: “Don’t ask so much… Tell Lao Luo that I’m back. Remember, only tell him.”
Zhang Mengqian didn’t speak. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.
Such a fierce Boss suddenly said he had more important things to do, and then such an incident happened in the city.
No matter how Zhang Mengqian thought about it, he knew it was the Boss who did it.
At this moment, videos of Qing Chen’s fight with Shendai Yunhe were gradually circulating on the Federation’s network. They were filmed by residents of District 5 near the battlefield and there were many versions.
Between the two figures’ crisscrossing movements, even the mobile phone cameras with such powerful motion capture capabilities couldn’t capture clearly what happened.
All people could see were the trails they left behind in the lens, in the fierce hand-to-hand combat; every collision of fists and feet roared like thunder.
Finally, the sound of a sniper rifle in the distance accompanied Shendai Yunhe’s serious injury, and the video ended.
Zhang Mengqian silently looked at the video on his old mobile phone again; this phone was a second-hand one he bought from someone else, and the screen was cracked like a spider web.
So amazing.
The little boy sighed. He actually wanted to find Little Seven now to borrow his phone and watch the videos completely.
“Boss, you said I can’t walk your path, is it because of my eyes?” Zhang Mengqian asked keenly.
Qing Chen remained silent for a moment: “Yes.”
After speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.
Qing Chen needed time, he needed more time to recover from his injuries.
Zhang Mengqian pondered for a moment, looked at Qing Chen who was asleep, and then called Lao Luo: “Please come over.”
After Lao Luo personally guarded the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the Black Heart Clinic in the Ninth District. He hesitated for a long time, but finally pushed the door open and went in.
“Hello, I want to ask, do you sell eyeballs? I want to have an eye transplant,” Zhang Mengqian said.
The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: “Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, boy, do you have money?”
“I do,” Zhang Mengqian said stubbornly, “Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?”
The old doctor said: “You need a blood test first, and then send your matching information out and wait for someone to sell it.”
The little boy struggled for a long time: “Doesn’t anyone donate?”
The old doctor laughed: “This stuff is so valuable, everyone is eager to sell it, who would donate it for free? Even if someone really donates it, it will still be sold, do you think someone donates, and it can be donated to you?”
The little boy was silent for a long time: “Then can I buy someone else’s donation?”
“Sure,” the old doctor said with a smile, “I’ll find a donor for you right away.”
Zhang Mengqian immediately understood that no matter what he said, the old doctor would send the matching information and reward to those who sold organs; he would never seriously look for a donor.
Zhang Mengqian couldn’t confirm whether the eyeball was from a donation.
In the end, he would become the kind of person he hated most, at least an accomplice.
But… is it really impossible?
The video of the Boss’s battle seemed to open a new world for him. If he could be as powerful as the Boss, he could definitely go to many places, see many landscapes, and do many things.
Life would be completely different.
But should it be achieved at this cost?
Zhang Mengqian remained silent for a long time: “I don’t want it anymore.”
Then, he turned and ran out.
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“Everyone gather downstairs! Everyone gather downstairs! Those who are sleeping, those who are working, those who are making babies, those who are wiping babies, everyone stop what you’re doing and gather downstairs for me,” Zhang Qinghuan said, walking around the Pigeon Cage Building with a loudspeaker.
The residents in the building all looked at him in a daze, not knowing what was going on.
Qing Chen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.
Zhang Qinghuan continued: “Today, we’re going to carry out disinfection work for the entire building, killing insects and bacteria, and giving everyone a clean living environment. Please cooperate; those who don’t cooperate may suffer bloodshed.”
The gang’s work even had such gang-like disinfection work.
Hearing Zhang Qinghuan say this, the residents went out one after another.
Then they thought, don’t tell me they’re going to search their houses for money?!
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan said to the Arts Society’s younger brothers: “Don’t rush to leave, we have seal stickers prepared for everyone here. Those who need them come and get them. Our disinfection work will spray insecticide and disinfectant in the corridors; even a crack in the door can seep in, so you can rest assured to put on the seal stickers to prevent anyone from tampering with your belongings.”
Everyone received the seal stickers with suspicion, thinking that the Arts Society was too considerate.
They wondered: “But… if you drive us out, where should we go?”
Zhang Qinghuan’s eyes lit up: “Don’t worry, everyone, our disinfection work will be over in an hour. Our Arts Society has prepared an arts performance downstairs for everyone to spend this time. It’s almost New Year’s, so it’s also the Arts Society’s early New Year greetings for everyone. We have prepared melon seeds and small stools downstairs, feel free to go down!”
When the residents heard this, wow, there’s actually such a thing?!
This is too novel in the Ninth District!
Everyone came downstairs, and they saw that while the building was being disinfected, Arts Society members were wearing suits and standing in three rows outside the building.
The Arts Society members all had fierce faces and were wearing sunglasses.
If you didn’t know any better, you would think they were going to massacre the Pigeon Cage.
Qing Chen watched with interest; he was aching all over and didn’t want to say a word.
Luo Wanya and Little Seven were eating melon seeds beside him.
After everyone was seated, and the residents from other buildings also came to watch, Zhang Qinghuan smiled and said to everyone: “This is the first arts performance of the Arts Society; we are presenting ourselves humbly.”
Then, he came to the choir: “Are you ready?”
“Brother, we’re a little nervous,” someone said.
Zhang Qinghuan was unhappy: “You’re not nervous when you’re killing people, but you’re shaking when you’re singing a song?!”
“We really can’t sing well,” the big man said.
“No, it’s already set up, you have to sing. If you can’t hit the high notes in the chorus, just mouth the words, and the other brothers will cover for you! This is the power of teamwork, understand?” Zhang Qinghuan finished speaking and returned to the choir, slowly raising his hand like a conductor.
The choir was fine at first, but when it reached the climax, the entire choir suddenly went silent, no sound at all!
However, everyone’s mouth was still trying to sing.
Dead silence.
Luo Wanya was dumbfounded: “Did they sing me deaf?!”
Qing Chen sighed: “This Zhang Qinghuan is really honest, he said he would be humble, and he was.”
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan wanted to burrow into the ground.
The residents reacted to what happened and immediately burst into laughter, unable to stop laughing.
They hadn’t laughed so heartily for a long time. The pressure of life had made almost everyone unable to straighten their backs; where was the energy to laugh?
Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched his head and laughed, a silly, honest laugh.
At this time, a resident from the neighboring building came over and said: “Can we also move into the Pigeon Cage?”
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned: “Sure, isn’t this free, anyone who wants to come can, there are still many empty rooms inside.”
The resident said: “But, the landlord suddenly raised the rent, three times higher!”
Luo Wanya raised her eyebrows. They did all the good things, but the landlord reaped the benefits? These were the lowest-level people, yet someone was still riding on their heads and sucking their blood.
A slight increase is understandable, but a three-fold increase is simply inhumane!
This is not a reasonable price increase; it is the most ruthless exploitation.
“Let’s talk to the landlord,” Little Seven smiled, carrying an iron rod, and walked away with his brothers.
A few hours later, Little Seven returned with a bloody stick: “It’s settled.”
As Qing Chen said, the gang should have the gang’s style of doing things. You can try to be a good person, but you can’t forget what capital supports you to be this good person.
Change the world, change it slowly.
At this time, Luo Wanya leaned over to Qing Chen and whispered: “Ready.”
Qing Chen nodded: “Let’s begin. In a month, I want the Ninth District to have a new look.”
Luo Wanya was excited: “Understood!”