Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 225 The Road to Purification

This morning was a bit cool, misty, and the old street lights on both sides of the road slowly dimmed.

The Zero Point Tavern in Coral City opened a side door, and the small wooden door swayed gently in the morning breeze.

Yiyi leaned against the door, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, flicked the ash, and exhaled a mouthful of white smoke mixed with alcohol.

When the wind blows, the soot on the ground is scattered, and the white smoke melts into the mist.

A message was sent from the headquarters, asking him to keep an eye out for people who might be mask geeks.

[About three necessary measures and seven important requirements for "Masked Weird"...]

【about……】

The phone in Yiyi's pocket vibrated twice and received two documents from the headquarters, both of which were marked with the words "top secret".

He took out his mobile phone, passed the verification with personal permissions, clicked on the file, and saw a bunch of long and complicated content.

I don't know since when, the documents at the headquarters of Zero Point Tavern have become more and more formulaic.

"Strictly control...strictly enforce...expand...strengthen...promote..."

Every time it was the same words, Yiyi had a headache.

For things that can be said in two sentences, two documents with more than [-] words have to be sent, and one content can be repeated a dozen times from different angles.

If the novel dared to write like this, the author would have been sent a blade by the reader.

At this moment, Yimo suddenly appeared in the shadow diagonally behind, quickly snatching the phone from Yiyi's hand, frowning and saying, "Master, how can you play with your phone when you're smoking?"

"Amo, you..."

"Master, have you ever considered the feeling of cigarettes when you step on two boats like this?"

"..."

Yiyi helped her forehead helplessly, not knowing what to say.

He squatted at the door slowly, flicked the ash again, didn't smoke, just said to Yimo behind: "Amo, these documents are top-secret information, you don't have permission to browse."

"I didn't browse." Yimo looked innocent, "I just saw it accidentally."

"..."

Yiyi didn't bother to talk about it anymore, after all, he was his own apprentice, and he had no children, so he would have to have a pensioner in the future.

His junior brother Xue Lie was miserable, and Xue Lin died when he died, but the words he said before his death really made Xue Lie uncomfortable.

Yimo suddenly asked: "Master, this document says that everyone in the tavern who has something to do with the mask must be interrogated by you. When are you going to interrogate me?"

Yiyi: "When do you want to interrogate?"

"Just now, as we happen to be here."

Yimo raised his brows lightly and pointed behind him.

The members of the entire North Wind Story Club were all there, and everyone's eyes stayed on the mobile phone in Yimo's hand, browsing the top-secret document that only the store manager had permission to see.

Yi Yi sighed helplessly. He knew that he couldn't ask anything. He didn't even bother to turn around and asked directly, "What do you have to do with the masked geek."

"heard about it."

"The relationship is not deep."

"I've seen it once or twice."

"Just a few days of friendship."

"..."

The members of the North Wind Story Club answered one after another, and the answers were outrageous one by one.

Yiyi didn't even turn on the tape recorder, and after listening, he casually said: "That's it, I've passed this test. In a few days, people will come from the headquarters, and then all the information and monitoring in the tavern will be captured. Call, all relevant personnel during this period will be questioned, and you still have to figure out how to deal with the people at headquarters.”

"Everyone?"

"Almost." Yiyi nodded, "The headquarters is very meticulous and bossy. Every member of our branch should be questioned once or even multiple times individually. Remember to make a good confession."

Having said this, Yiyi's tone became very solemn.

The headquarters of Zero Point Tavern is a behemoth, recruiting a large number of members with search, reconnaissance, interrogation, etc., dealing with them is not so simple.

On this planet, it's hard to survive the first month of people who provoke taverns.

Even if he can survive this month, he must remain anonymous and be careful not to reveal his blood, fingerprints, hair, saliva, or even dander in the days to come. Such an uneasy life is quite torturous for normal people.

The pressure from headquarters, like the fog this morning, was too thick to disperse.

In the far north of Yulin City, the fog is also thick today. Looking down from the sky, the whole city looks like an abstract oil painting.

The cold wind wafted on the street, and the old rusty van drove into the city with black exhaust. The dim yellow headlights barely illuminated the road ahead. The body shook and creaking, as if it would fall apart in the next second. .

"Boss, we are here, what should we do next?"

The van slowly parked on the side of the road, and the glass windows dropped a little, allowing a little more fresh air in the car.

The young man sitting in the driver's seat pulled the handbrake, his face was tired, his greasy hair was hanging down in front of his forehead, as if he hadn't slept for a few days, he fumbled for half a box of cigarettes in his pocket and handed them to the co-pilot. one.

It was Fisherman in the co-pilot position.

He arrived at the city on time according to the agreement with Su Xia.

"Snapped!"

With a vicissitudes face, the fisherman pressed the lighter, leaned close to the flame with a cigarette in his mouth, and took a shivering breath.

After this sip, there was a hint of satisfaction on his face.

He rolled down the car window, leaned against the seat back, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke outside the window. His tense body relaxed a little, like a deflated ball.

"What else can I do?" The fisherman looked out the window and sighed in a low voice, "Xue Lin is dead, and the senior management of Tangshui Company can't be contacted, most of them are also dead, and the Jiang family and the Wei family were also maimed. The whole city is a mess, what can we little people do?"

"Boss, is it going to change?"

"Not sure, it depends on whether the masked geek can survive."

On the way here, the two learned of what happened in Fishscale City through the car radio.

After learning that the mysterious man was the masked stranger, the fisherman was really shocked for a long time, and then was endlessly afraid. He didn't expect that he could survive from that terrifying guy.

What happened after that made his scalp go numb.

"Even the city lord is dead..."

Looking at the whiteness outside the car, the fisherman felt a little more at a loss.

He is just a salesman. In this battle of big men, he is as fragile as duckweed in the rain and can only drift with the water.

"Om-"

"Om-"

The phone in his clothes suddenly rang.

The fisherman's face changed slightly, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and found that it was an unfamiliar call.

Is it the mask geek?
He immediately pressed the answer button and asked cautiously, "Hello?"

"Fisherman, it's me, Ren Jun, we met at the meeting before."

The person on the other side of the phone went straight to the point and reported his identity.

The fisherman was surprised: "Are you still alive?"

"Yes, I am the only one in charge of Tangshui Company, and the others are dead." Ren Jun said bluntly, "I used some means to temporarily get some of the equity in the hands of those dead people, and now I have 51%. I have the final say in the entire company.”

"Master Mask asked you to contact me?"

"Yes, drive directly to the central square, stop under the building of the Jiang Group, and then come to the top floor. We want to chat with the new city owner."

"The new city owner?" The fisherman wondered, "So soon?"

"It's Jiang Zhi, Jiang Xiong's nephew, you'll know when you come."

"it is good!"

The fisherman hung up the phone and slowly let go of the hanging heart.

He had a hunch that his future life might take a completely different path.

"Let's drive," he ordered.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"The building of the Jiang Group."

When he got the news, the younger brother didn't ask any further questions. He immediately threw the cigarette out of the window and started the engine.

This old van swayed and set off again, shuttled through the thick fog in the morning, at a neither fast nor slow speed, driving through the dilapidated Nancheng battle area, its wheels running over countless pieces of glass and reinforced concrete.

After half an hour, the van stopped firmly under the building of Jiang's Group.

"Sleep in the car, go out to buy food when you're hungry, do you have any money on you?" the fisherman asked.

"Yes, and some money."

"Okay, if I don't come down today, leave me alone and find a clean job."

After speaking, the fisherman opened the door and got out of the car.

After the incident yesterday, all business of the two companies was suspended, the building was deserted, and there were not many employees in sight.

He went straight to the elevator in the high area, took the elevator up, and slowly approached the top floor.

The fisherman is not worried about his own safety for the time being.

If Ren Jun wants to kill him, there is no need to call him here, just arrange for someone to kill him halfway.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, revealing a luxurious top-floor room.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are opposite the elevator door, and you can overlook the prosperity of the whole city when you step out of the elevator.

Many wealthy people like to buy a large flat in a high-rise building in the city center, so as to clearly feel the real gap between people.

In the early morning, most people in the city will be busy, rushing to and tiring for that little money, and they are like sad and pitiful ants in the city.

Others would lie in the bathtub with a high mouth by the window, next to the breakfast delivered by the servant, the classical record player in the room was playing old music from before the war, and then watching the busy ants below, That feeling of comfort comes naturally.

Power and nobility are contrasted in this way.

"Fisherman, my friend, you look tired." Ren Jun greeted him, "How is your injury? Is it okay?"

"Fortunately, they are all flesh wounds, but no internal organs are injured. After two injections of the healing potion, they are almost healed."

Thinking of Su Xia's torture methods, the fisherman felt that the injured positions were still aching.

If the same thing happened again, he would kneel on the spot without any hesitation, and he would say whatever Su Xia asked.

"This is Mr. Jiang Zhijiang, and the new city owner." Ren Jun took the fisherman and introduced him warmly.

Fisherman is not unfamiliar with this name. He also needed to promote it when he was selling in Fishscale City.

Jiang Zhi was still very young, only in his early thirties. He was only promoted by the group's internal director. It stands to reason that the new city owner and the family owner were not in his turn, but the rest of the two top executives were killed by the masked monsters.

The fisherman glanced at it, and there were only three of them in the entire top floor.

Obviously, to talk about things.

And it's a big deal.

Jiang Zhi's face was also a little tired, and his eyes were red. Thinking that his road to power was not easy, he still smiled and stretched out his hand to the fisherman: "I've seen it for a long time, I've heard about it a long time ago, the fisherman. Sir is the best businessman in the whole city."

"The city owner has won the prize, I'm just a small trader."

The fisherman smiled at the right time and reached out to hold Jiang Zhi's hand.

Afterwards, the three sat down on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and just turned their heads to overlook the spectacular view of the entire city.

Jiang Zhi didn't waste time and said bluntly: "Mr. Fisherman, now the two families have been hit hard. Many people outside are watching. I need talents, a lot of talents."

"I understand." The fisherman nodded.

"First of all, let me make a statement." Jiang Zhi's expression became serious. "We are all dogs of the mechanical clan, and we have no rebellious mentality towards the mechanical clan. Do you agree with Mr. Fisherman?"

"Approval, of course."

"Okay, we can get down to business."

Jiang Zhi's expression was soothing, a smile appeared on his face again, and he reached out and took out a very special medicine from his arms.

This potion is only the size of a little finger, and the liquid inside is pale green, looking like a certain drink.

Seeing this, the fisherman subconsciously asked, "Is this a new kind of sex?"

"Of course not, quite the opposite."

Jiang Zhi didn't change his smile, looked at the fisherman's face, and slowly unscrewed the medicine in his hand.

In an instant, a mint-flavored fragrance wafted out, refreshing the heart, just smelling it for a moment made people feel relaxed and happy, as if even the fatigue was relieved a lot.

The fisherman looked surprised and asked, "What is this?"

"Purification potion."

Sitting on the side, Ren Jun answered instead of Jiang Zhi, and said, "I was equally surprised when I first saw this medicine."

"evolution?"

"No, it's purification."

Ren Jun found the fisherman's pronunciation problem, realized that he was wrong, and explained again: "This medicine, just one, can get rid of the dependence on addictive drugs."

"what?"

The fisherman's eyelids twitched and he almost couldn't sit still.

Isn't this reverse sucking*?

In just an instant, he realized the huge market potential of this medicine.

In Fish Scale City, in the entire southwest region, and even the entire continent, there are countless people suffering under the control of addictive drugs, but more than 99% of them do not have the willpower to quit.

That kind of thing, once contaminated, is basically ruined for a lifetime.

"Of course, it's only physical getting rid of, but it's useless psychologically, so there is a possibility of relapse." Ren Jun explained.

"Mr. Ren, this potion was brought by... Master Mask?"

"Yes, it's him."

Ren Jun nodded, reached out and took a picture of the recipe.

"When I woke up this morning, I saw this recipe beside my bed." He pushed the recipe in front of the fisherman, "I immediately asked a pharmacist to make it, and then I found an addicted guy to make it. Experimentation, the effect is quite good.”

The ingredients in the formula are not expensive, and several are available in the drug store on the street, and are marked:
[The difficulty of refining is extremely low, the process is simple, and it can also be refined by a first-order pharmacist apprentice]

"First-order pharmacist apprentices are actually similar to ordinary people." Ren Jun continued, "I asked a few pharmacists, and they all said that it is not difficult, and they can directly set up factories and replace manual refining with industrialized methods. , and then mass-produced.”

"I understand."

The fisherman stroked his chest and took a deep breath.

Jiang Zhi, the new city lord, is also here, and his attitude is self-evident.

Is the entire Fish Scale City going from darkness to light and embarking on a bright road?
As long as they can make money and pay fees to the mechanical family on a regular basis, the mechanical family will not pay attention to what the human race managers are doing.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "This is the only way. The masked geeks are watching in secret. If we don't follow this way, we may all die."

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to compare his neck.

The three of them all understood that although the Masked Monster was wanted by the two superpowers, the Zero Point Tavern and the Machine Race, as long as he was still alive, their heads could be separated from their bodies at any time.

Taking this road can not only save lives, but also make money, and the three of them are happy to do it.

"Masquerade really hates that addictive drug industry... A lot of people are saying, after this month, they're going to keep doing it because they don't think Masker will survive this month..."

Jiang Zhi slowly tightened the purification potion, and moved his eyes to the white city outside the window.

"I don't think so."

(End of this chapter)