Gunfire, Punk & Necromancers

Chapter 2 Chapter 1 You Wake Up

Soon after, he was temporarily detained in the PCPD Torture Center.

"Hey! You! You're finally awake..."

Dizziness, dizziness, as if the world is spinning.Zhuang Xuteng held his head with both hands to prevent the paste inside from being shaken out, and it took a while for the dizziness to subside slightly.The voice he heard seemed to come from the sky, and he had the illusion that he was still in a dream, only the burning pain on his face was real, where it seemed that someone had just slapped him.

"Haven't woken up yet? Am I not working hard enough?" The voice from before came again.

Facts have proved that when the body gets a new more painful part, the previous one will be ignored immediately, and vertigo can be quickly restrained.Zhuang Xuteng stopped holding his head and forgot to rub his face. Now he directly hugged his right leg and rubbed his hands on it.

"Kick me for what? Who?"

He tried to open his eyes, and many black shadows were shaking in front of his eyes, and the lights in the distance and the nearby floor were constantly shaking.What's wrong with me?Zhuang Xuteng once had a hangover, was beaten with a sap, and was inadvertently choked on hallucinogenic gas, but he had never been so difficult to control his consciousness and dizzy as he is now.

No, this definitely won't work.There are other people here, some strangers, which means potential danger.Peicheng has always been a place where the weak are preyed on by the strong, and he still has many reasons why he cannot be "predated by the strong".Now...at least...you need to know what the situation is.

The two palms squeezed the eyeballs in the middle, and the degree of shaking of the black shadows in the field of vision finally began to decrease, and they gradually merged into a swarthy man with a round face.This guy has big shoulders, thick arms and wide hands, thick eyebrows and beard, a wide nose bridge with black round eyes like a bullfighting bull, thin lips and a smiling face like a corgi.

Who is this man?Have I had a past with him?
"You are?" Zhuang Xuteng asked panting, "What advice do you have?"

"My name is Ge Gongdao, and everyone calls me Ge Heimian. The nickname is always easier to remember than the name." The corner of the black-faced man's mouth twitched and he smiled briefly, "Just now, someone tried to steal something while you were sleeping. , and I despise petty theft while taking advantage of others, so I wake you up."

Zhuang Xuteng was startled, and finally remembered where he was and what situation he was in.

In the Detention Center on the Ninth Street, he was locked behind iron bars with twenty criminals at the same time, sharing a space of less than [-] square meters.He came here because he participated in a parade fighting for his reasonable and legal rights. He was arrested "jointly" after the explosion. He is by no means a criminal, at least completely different from the others in the same room.

Look around, who are these people!The tattoo representing the robbery record of the motorcycle gang, the chain belt representing the number of victories in the underground black boxing, probably due to gambling debts and missing fingers.

On the opposite side, four tattooed youths leaning on the railing glared over, their eyes full of threats, and their slightly shaking legs and feet showed that they were doing nothing and didn't care about causing a storm.Eighty percent of the guys who want to dig out their own pockets are them.

In such a comparison, this Argo/Dao brother looks much cuter.

"Thank you." Zhuang Xuteng nodded.

"You're welcome." Ge Hei said with a face, "You were caught in the parade bombing case, and so was I. With this relationship, you have to take care of it, and it's something I don't like. By the way, who are you with?" What's the market price over there?"

"You have a lot of questions...Let me slow down first, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Then I'll wait for you for a while."

Zhuang Xuteng rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, moved his jaw, twisted his neck, and moved his whole body in turn.He examines his body with great care, treating it like the most important gift of his life.

He remembered being paralyzed during the riots that followed the protests, then being penetrated by something strange, and then gradually regaining the ability to move.He suspected that what was on his body was some kind of shadow, and wanted to check it out, but in the current circumstances, it was certainly not wise to do so rashly.

The dizziness and coma just now were caused by the interrogation, and the PCPD was completely rude when it attacked.In addition to fists and sticks, PCPD also used instruments and drugs, and put on a serious posture that he had never heard of.

I finally survived the interrogation, but I don't know if there will be another round, and I don't know when I can go out.Zhuang Xuteng firmly believed that he did not break the law, but was just an unlucky guy who was caught in the whirlpool, and he would be released sooner or later.It's just that before he is released, he has to survive the interrogation and the current detention.

Apart from being innocent, there was no way for him to get himself out of the detention center.If there is money in the pocket, the PCPD is more than willing to accept it as evidence, and to leave the cell as a receipt.In Peicheng, the rich can't make mistakes—or, money can't make mistakes.

This principle can be expanded a little bit to become: When you have no money, you must never make mistakes.

Zhuang Xuteng is the kind of person who can't make mistakes. He has empty pockets and no one to take care of him.As for the shadow follower, being possessed by a living shadow follower is basically like a pie in the sky, the chance is too small, and he is not sure if there is such a thing.Taking a step back, even if he had a shadow, he wouldn't know how to use it now, so he couldn't rely on it.

Only calm and thinking can improve his current situation.

Calm down and think about it and tell him: You'd better make friends, at least you can't increase enemies.And the black-faced strong man next to him should be a good choice, he looks very kind, at least willing to help others, and can also act as a deterrent to the punks, who Zhuang Xuteng thinks he should win over.

"I'm much better, thank you." Zhuang Xuteng sat up straight and tilted his head to express his thanks to Ge Gongdao again. "You are a warm-hearted and good man, and you must have good luck."

"Good luck? You won't have good luck in the detention center. I shouldn't be here."

"I have the same views as you and each other." Zhuang Xuteng continued to maintain a close atmosphere, and he also brought the topic back to the area of ​​concern of the other party at the right time, that is, to talk about business: "What did your question mean just now? What Who is it called? And what do you mean by the quotations you mentioned?"

"It's who asked you to follow the parade, how much money will you give..." Ge Heimian said first and then thought, while thinking, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and lowered his voice: "Oh... I understand, you It’s not about charging money.”

"I'm a worker from the 21 Magic Crystal Factory who was dismissed. I'm here to ask for the owed wages. Wait... You're also wearing work clothes. I thought you were some friend I haven't met. Now I understand, you It was hired to make up the number."

"Let's face it, I'm a mercenary. I got this dusky jumpsuit yesterday at work, and it's gotta look like that. Look, it works, and you think I'm Your workmate. Actually, I never figured it out, can the people above make money from this kind of action?" Ge Hei scratched his bushy beard, snorted, and said, "I always feel that There is a big operation behind this, and it can make a lot of money, and I am just a scrap, not qualified to be a big ticket."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his eyelids, and murmured, "They eat hot and spicy food, why don't they let me eat?"

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

"It's nothing, I have a stomachache and I'm steaming." Zhuang Xuteng waved his hand.Although Ge Heimian helped him out, he was a "mercenary". Judging from the job he took over, he was still at the bottom.People like them don't have a good reputation in the eyes of ordinary people, and they are generally synonymous with all kinds of troubles.

It is said that this group of people has no morals and persistence, only recognizes money, and whoever gives more money will do it with them.As for right and wrong, there are fewer and fewer women's clothes on billboards—even if there are, it's as if they don't exist, and it's even better not to have them at all.

Although he didn't want to deal with mercenaries, as an ordinary person, he still couldn't avoid crossing paths with them when walking.In Peicheng, as long as you have no money in your pocket, no one will reason and support you. Those gangs and mercenaries may be the last hope.Although they also bring troubles, in most cases, they replace a big trouble with a small trouble, at least they can fool people to continue living.Looking at it from another angle, if it weren't for gangs and mercenaries to buffer in the middle, anyone who encounters those big companies and big forces will only be crushed to pieces.At that time...

Living is a luxury.

"Hey, friend, it looks like you're taciturn, haven't you fully recovered? Just now you were taken away, what did the police ask you?" Ge Hei walked around for a long time, and finally asked what he cared about, maybe it was to help Zhuang Xuteng's only real purpose. "By the way, friend, I don't know your name yet."

"Do you want to know my name, or do you want to know what the police asked me for?" Zhuang Xuteng raised a finger, waved it in front of Ge Hei's face, and said, "Choose one."

He wanted to see the choice of this dark-faced man, to see what kind of person he was.

"Uh, I want to know..." Ge Hei rubbed the messy beard on his chin, hesitating for a moment.Although he had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, he still said firmly, "Your name."

"Zhuang Xuteng. The surname is given by my parents, and it is also related to the work of the family members; as for the name, I hope that I will continue to take off." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head, turned around to face Ge Hei, and asked, "Why did you choose to know me?" name?"

"If you don't know the name, you will never have another friend. Even if we will never meet again after we leave here, at least we have met once. Life intersects through acquaintance, and sparks are sparked. This light makes the world It makes sense."

Hey, well said, like a poem.Zhuang Xuteng asked with great interest: "Are you still a poet?"

"I can't say such beautiful words-I heard others say it, and I thought it made sense so I remembered it."

"Ha! Even if you didn't come up with it yourself, it's good to remember." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "Why do you want to know what the police asked?"

"I'm a counterfeit, this outfit is not mine. Someone asked me to pretend to be a worker asking for money. If I want to be worthy of this job, I'd better pretend to be a little more. Besides..." Ge Hei leaned closer, Covering his mouth with his palm, he said in a low voice, "If you can answer something like that, you won't cause unnecessary trouble. Did you know that there was an explosion, and if the real culprit can't be found out, a scapegoat will definitely be found... …Being a mercenary is usually the best choice.”

The detection rate in Peicheng is very high, but... Zhuang Xuteng thought of his father's famous saying: If the number of crimes cannot be suppressed, the detection rate will be false, and PCPD is like a fool.

In this case, everyone has to take care of themselves.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell you what happened there." Originally, Zhuang Xuteng would definitely tell him the details, but now he is more willing.

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