How can you become a devil if you don't work?

Chapter 46 The Weird Alliance (for further reading)
Guliu District.

Huayang Waste Recycling Station.

Inside the two-meter-high gray and white wall, there are piles of wine bottles, cartons, cans, broken boards and other sundries.

The narrow passage, which only allowed three people to pass side by side, had many stains and various water stains that could not be identified from the source.

There is a complex and unpleasant smell in the air, and every time you walk more than ten meters, you will get a new olfactory experience.

And inside the green tin canopy at the end of the passage, among the piles of countless waste products of various types, there are dozens of terrifying and strange monsters with ferocious breaths.

Or they are skinny human heads with long hair flying and eyes closed.

Or a middle-aged uncle whose ribs are valgus and moves like spider legs.

Or a straight black girl with scarlet eyes on her face.

……

Or it looks like an octopus, a sheep's head and a deer's body, a toilet with sharp teeth, etc. All kinds of weird things that don't match humans.

But no matter what their appearance looks like, all the monsters are imposing, and the weakest one can reach the white shirt level.

The strongest ones are the middle-aged man with valgus ribs, the girl with a hundred-eyed black and long straight, and the sawtooth toilet monster, all of whom have reached the red-clothed level.

But standing in the middle of all the weirdness, the person who hosted the party was a Yellow Pages-level tumbler.

The height of the tumbler is only [-] centimeters, the overall color is festive bright red, in the shape of a god of wealth, wearing a black gauze hat, with a smile on his face, holding a scroll in his hand, with four golden characters written on it.

Because he is relatively short, in order to let all the monsters on the scene see him.

He purposely sat on the head of the monster with flying hair.

The head monster closed his eyes tightly and had no objection to this.

The tumbler also stood firmly on its head, not swaying from side to side.

As one of the few weirdos who can speak directly, the God of Wealth Tumbler preached loudly in an extremely enthusiastic tone:
"Brothers and sisters present, compatriots, since you will come here, you must have received our prior notice.

Truth be told, not just any weirdo qualifies for our notification.

You only need to look at the companions around you to know that all of you who can come here are the elite of our weirdness.

Compared with those beasts who are muddled and only know how to kill and devour, you are outstanding evolutionists.

Not only do they maintain a certain level of consciousness, they can communicate with each other, and their combat power is also very strong.

And the most important thing is that you followed the instructions of the news and came here to complete the rendezvous.

Congratulations my friends, you have taken the first step to success!A bright future is now at your feet! "

Listening to the provocative words of the God of Wealth tumbler, there was a commotion from the audience.

Immediately, the long and straight girl of Baimuhei asked in a clear and watery voice:
"Then Mr. Tumbler, shouldn't it be time to tell us the purpose of the party?"

The turmoil at the scene stopped immediately, and all the strange things looked at him.

The God of Wealth tumbler said with a smile:
"Everyone, don't worry, since I've called you here, I'm sure it's not just looking for trouble to tease everyone.

Presumably you should also know that I am organizing this party on behalf of four adults, Mr. Muxiang, Mr. Mengnv, Mr. Puppet, and Mr. Eight Arms.

And what I will say next will represent the will of the four adults.

Ten years have passed since the recovery of alien forces. Although we have many more companions, the base of human beings is too large, so that the number of practitioners far exceeds us.

After so many years, we often hear about which Yellow Pages class has been killed, and which foreign land has been breached. On the other hand, there are very few practitioners who died under our hands, and most of them are self-inflicted.

If things go on like this, it will be difficult for our weird group to have a bright future.

In order to change this situation, the four adults decided to follow the example of human practitioners and set up our own organization.

We will gather a group of sane and powerful monsters as the initial members of the weird alliance.

After joining the Weird Alliance, you can not only get the protection of the four adults, but also cite each other with many companions in the organization.

When going hunting in the future, you no longer have to worry about being yelled at by practitioners.

Even if you encounter an opponent you can't solve, you don't have to flee in a hurry like before, alone and helpless.

You are all monsters with a backing, and your companions and four adults in the Monster League will be your most solid backing.

And as the elders of the organization, you will all have the power to recruit subordinates.

The more recruited, the stronger the strength, the more rewards the four adults will give.

This is the power that belongs exclusively to the initial members of the organization, if you miss it, you will lose it. "

As soon as the God of Wealth tumbler's voice fell, the scene immediately burst into buzzing discussions.

Many voices and even spiritual ideas are constantly spreading on the scene, colliding with each other, exchanging and discussing:
"The opinions of the four adults are very reliable. We really need to form an organization."

"Yeah, I stole a child yesterday. Before I could eat it, a passing practitioner broke one leg. Fortunately, I grew ten legs, so I didn't fall into his hands."

"Don't mention it. I was seriously injured by Wei Cang from the Civil Security Bureau in July. I haven't fully recovered from my injuries until today. I will take revenge when I join the organization!"

"I'm fed up with stealing pigs to eat every day! I want to eat fresh humans! I want to eat delicious nightclub girls!"

"Ah, the taste of girls in nightclubs is very mixed. Brother, haven't you eaten anything good? Take you to the kindergarten to have a good meal some other day."

……

The arena was noisy and buzzing.

And soon, as one of the three red-clothed ranks, the middle-aged man with rib valgus stood up on the spot.

Seeing him coming forward, his voice immediately lowered, and soon turned into silence.

The middle-aged man with valgus ribs looked at the God of Wealth tumbler, and said slowly:

"I'm in favor of having our own organization, but there are still many details that are worth exploring.

The first is the distinction of status.

Even if everyone is an initial member, but the difference in strength is there, it is impossible for the white shirt class and the red shirt class to enjoy the same rights.

Second, how does the organization define its obligations to its members?

In your speech just now, I only saw rights, but not obligations. About obligations, should I say more clearly, right?
Finally, there is the mutual aid mechanism of the organization.

I understand the idea of ​​the four adults uniting with weirdos to compete for the living space of human beings. I agree with this idea, but since the essence of the organization is mutual assistance, it is for self-protection and to prevent being hunted and killed by practitioners, then this mutual assistance mechanism You have to say it well.

As we all know, practitioners are very powerful now, and we usually have to sneak around if we want to eat someone, so as not to be caught by practitioners.

Some compatriots even hang out around slaughterhouses and cemeteries for a long time, accompanied by various ghosts in the water every day.

As predators, we shouldn't be so low-key, but the general trend is such that we have to restrain ourselves more.

Now that a mutual aid organization has been formed, it is indeed a good idea to be able to support each other and resist foreign enemies together, but the problem also follows——

How do you ensure that you will not be surrounded by practitioners when you support?

How to ensure that they will not be caught by the practitioners?
How to ensure that future parties will not be leaked to the outside world?Member information is not captured by the outside world?
If you accidentally bumped into a practitioner and died, that's all. If you died because of your own mistakes, it would be too stupid! "

The God of Wealth tumbler heard these doubts, but the smile on his face became more intense.

It is a good thing to have doubts, and doubts indicate that people really intend to join in.

However, before he opened his mouth to explain, the toilet seat was covered with sawtooth toilet lids, and the red-clothed class, who was as thick as lips, suddenly interjected:

"Master Muxiang, Master Puppet, and Master Eight-Armed are our immediate superiors at the Black Shadow level. I don't have any doubts, but Mengnv has only recently been promoted to the Red Clothes level. Why should she give us orders?"

As soon as this question came out, there was a moment of silence around.

Although many weirdnesses have never been stated explicitly, they are quite critical of this in their hearts.

Like human beings, weirdos also respect strength.

Under the premise of not having experienced actual combat, it is natural to listen to whoever has a higher level.

The red-clothed class may be powerful, but it is not as intimidating as the black shadow class.

However, before the God of Wealth tumbler could open his mouth, the Baimuhei long straight girl reprimanded him one step ahead:

"Are you worthy of questioning Mrs. Meng Nu?

Although everyone is at the red-clothed level, there is also a huge gap between the red-clothed level and the red-clothed level.

Not to mention that the dream lady usually moves in the dream world, and it is difficult for outsiders to track and hunt.

Just talking about the speed of advancement, according to the information I have, it took less than two months for Lady Mengnv to become a red-clothed rank from her appearance.

You old toilet, it took you several years to get to the red dress level, who gave you the guts to question Mrs. Meng Nu? "

The toilet monster was silent.

There was another whisper around.

The middle-aged man with valgus ribs suddenly asked:
"Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of it. It is rumored that Master Muxiang is being hunted down by the Civil Security Bureau recently, and several sub-alleys below have died. Is this true?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the God of Wealth tumbler suddenly lit up.

The horse-riding man was robbed twice in a row, this time I see who else would dare to rob me? !
Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the house.

The sound of steady and dignified footsteps not only interrupted the attention of the God of Wealth tumbler, but also attracted the attention of all the monsters present.

Dozens of monsters all turned to look at the door of the canopy.

In the darkness as deep as ink, a figure that was not burly appeared slowly.

"Humanity!"

"It's human!!"

When the monsters saw the blue knight outside, they immediately became agitated.

Many monsters who have been devouring pigs all year round are even drooling.

Immediately, a white-clothed class standing closest to the outside, could no longer hold back the longing in his heart, and rushed over with a howl.

Then, the figure in front of him raised his head slightly.

The moment the gaze came——

"boom!"

It was like being hit by a shell in the front.

The octopus-shaped white shirt suddenly exploded.

Numerous wreckage splashes of juice.

The lasing broken tentacles even pierced through several nearby white shirts.

They looked at the huge hole on their bodies, which dissipated into black smoke in disbelief.

Seeing this scene, all the remaining monsters seemed to have been immobilized, and they dared not move.

The blue knight walked forward step by step, his steps were not fast or slow, as if he was taking a walk.

As he approached, the temperature in the tin canopy plummeted.

The invisible pressure shrouded all the weird hearts, gradually piled up, and continued to build up, like the piled up waste products next to them, precarious and about to collapse at any time.

And just when the tense atmosphere on the field was about to completely collapse, the Blue Knight suddenly spoke out and asked in a low tone:

"Did you see someone come to sell batteries for battery cars?"

"Valve-regulated sealed lead-acid battery, 48V12AH, article number 4812, brand Tianneng, size 151X100X100, net weight [-] kg... Anyone know?"

Su Mo glanced at dozens of weird monsters with strange shapes.

Suddenly smiled desolately.

Said to himself:
"What am I thinking? Most of the monsters can't speak. Asking them is better than asking a dog on the side of the road."

Su Mo's eyes quickly became indifferent:
"Then it's useless to keep you."

The terrifying spiritual power suddenly gathered and turned into a giant palm, which was photographed on the spot.

"I vote-"

"boom!"

As the strong wind howled, the incandescent lamps on the roof kept shaking.

But among the crumbling waste piles piled up all around, none of them fell down.

On the contrary, almost all the dozens of monsters that were originally in the open space disappeared and turned into small balls that were put into Su Mo's pockets to serve as snacks for the hands.

The giant palm that seemed to be real turned into smoke and dissipated, revealing the God of Wealth tumbler that was almost pinned down between the fingers.

There was silence all around, and the originally crowded scene was now empty.

The God of Wealth tumbler looked at this scene with dull eyes.

He never expected that the countless elites he had finally summoned were so strange.

It's all gone so abruptly?
"What were you trying to say just now?"

Su Mo stared at him expressionlessly.

The God of Wealth tumbler's body shook violently, and immediately recovered from his sluggishness.

Looking at Su Mo not far away, it was as if he saw the most terrifying demon god in the world, his heart was filled with unprecedented fear, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

Su Mo's eyes flickered coldly, and he said coldly:
"Did you steal my battery?"

The God of Wealth tumbler was so anxious that he couldn't speak, and desperately shook his body from side to side on the ground.

Su Mo understood what he meant, and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"You didn't steal it, so what do you want to express?"

"I vote, I vote, I surrender!"

The God of Wealth tumbler finally finished his sentence, and the whole tumbler felt relieved and settled down steadily.

"surrender?"

Su Mo looked him up and down, then said:

"You were spared just now not because you made a sudden noise, but because you were the only one who was not blood-stained among all the monsters on the field. Then how did you become a Yellow Pages class?"

"I, I, I woke up in the first year of the recovery of the alien force. I have been chasing the alien force and Yin Qi for ten years, and then I barely stepped into the Yellow Pages. The conscience of heaven and earth, I have never harmed anyone , even appearing here to give a speech is to pay back favors."

The God of Wealth tumbler said in a hurry, almost crying on the spot.

It was too difficult, but I finally managed to speak smoothly!

"Why didn't you harm anyone?"

The God of Wealth tumbler opened his mouth, wanting to find an excuse, but seeing Su Mo's needle-like gaze, he had no choice but to reply honestly:

"...I feel dizzy."

Su Mo thought for a while, raised his hand and imprinted a spiritual mark on him, and said softly:
"I have already imprinted a spiritual mark on you. Since you didn't kill anyone in the past, I will spare your life today. But if you kill someone later, the spiritual mark will automatically detonate and take your life. I hope you can do it yourself."

As the voice fell, Su Mo had disappeared.

Seeing the empty scene, the God of Wealth tumbler fell into a dream for a while, and his spirit was in a trance.

Qinghu City is too dangerous, we must not stay any longer, labor and management will pack up and leave, and go to the strange alliance of riding horses!
……

Flying in the night sky, Su Mo's eyes flickered:
"There are 42 recycling stations left."

"Try to scan them all within an hour."

"I can't work more than twelve o'clock in overtime. This is my bottom line."

Just as he was thinking, his eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure in the alleyway below.

(End of this chapter)