A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 119 If you advance too fast on the road of life, something will always be left behind
Port Moreby is a port city located in the southeast of the Eternal Empire of the Human Race with a total area of ​​240 square kilometers.

According to the last data of the imperial census officials, there are about 2000 people living in this city per square kilometer. It is considered a densely populated city in the southeast coastal area of ​​the empire, and it is also a city that is quite a headache for the empire's central government.

This is one of the cities with the worst living environment in the empire, and various crime cases remain high. Although the law enforcement agencies of the empire have not neglected their duties, most of the entire city is still under the control of pirates and other criminal organizations.

Moreover, according to official statistics, the unemployment rate of the entire city remains above 60% all year round.

However, Port Moreby was not always like this. At least before the New World appeared due to the catastrophe, Port Moreby was just a fishing village-level wharf.

After the emergence of the New World and the establishment of the New World route, as the starting point of the closest, most economical and safest route to the New World, the development of Port Moreby exploded at once.

"And this kind of explosive development is not led by the imperial government, but by businessmen," Huang Lang explained to Marta, who was following him, while moving through the crowd flexibly, "That's why this place It's the way it is now, um, Marta, be careful."

As he spoke, Huang Lang took out the pirate scimitar pinned to his waist, and hit a ragged boy with the handle hard, trying to touch Marta's PP. His hands fell to the ground.

"MD, that stinky boatman hit me, he hit me!!!" The boy covered his hands, fell down and rolled on the muddy dirt road, and spouted vulgar and vicious words that made even Huang Lang feel amazed.

Following the machine gun-like curses, several children walked out of the dirty alley and cast greedy and vicious glances at Huang Lang and Marta.

"Children have become like this, it's really..." Marta sighed softly.

"A child is a blank piece of paper. If you wipe your ass with it, it will inevitably get stained with S," Huang Lang said, taking out the musket that he got from the captain, and slamming a shot at one of the feet. Then he took out another one and pointed it at another child, "It's just a hand attack now, and if you get closer, your hand will be smashed!"

The children looked at each other, exchanged glances, and immediately dispersed without regret or shouting, and then retreated into the shadow of the alley.

"That's interesting." Marta looked at the disappearing children with great interest, with a sneering arc on the corner of her mouth, "I thought they would say something cruel to scare us, or shout loudly to attract the attention of the people around them , or a dozen adults or something will jump out around you."

"Professional criminals also need to make a living. When survival is the first priority, efficiency and cost-effectiveness are always important," Huang Lang looked at the surrounding crowd, alleys, and shops. Some adult thugs who went there smiled and stuffed their muskets back, "Instead of wasting time on hard stubble, it's better to find soft persimmons, okay, let's go."

Mata-Harry nodded to Huang Lang, then took light steps again, followed Huang Lang, and walked forward on the muddy road.

Grey, muddy, and reeking of rot, this is the road of Lower-Harbour in Port Moreby, but in other words, everything here, even the air Grey, foul-smelling, sticky and rotten.

The faces of the people here are gloomy, just like the sky. All the people in the lower port area, including insects, ants, and snakes, all have gloomy and angry faces when they are running around. People of all ethnicities who solicit customers on the street... special working groups.

It's not that Huang Lang doesn't want to use [her], but that there are really all races and genders on the street...
This place reminded Huang Lang of his experience when his sister Huang Shuang left, and because of his pain, he escaped mental illness and was sent to a W center by his parents:

The atmosphere in Port Moreby is really similar to that there. It is a place where people completely lose all their beauty, enthusiasm, and even humanity, just to beg for survival, and what they peel off, All of them were transformed into wealth and sent to another group of people.

Thinking of this, Huang Lang turned his gaze to the distance, where there is a towering city wall and an even taller magic shield, isolating the gray everything, that is the terminal of the wealth transfer area, and it is also their The destination, Upper Harbor (Upper Harbour).

Along the way, Huang Lang and Mata-Harry soon came to the junction of the upper and lower port areas. Just as another group of children were about to rush forward to beg and steal, a scorching flaming arrow shot out from the guard tower above the city gate. , hit the ground, and instantly dried the mud. At the same time, the guards shouted from the city gate:

"Any illegal behavior is prohibited near the city gate!!!"

The dirty, skinny children scattered in an instant, and Huang Lang reminded Huang Lang of the bugs that fled in all directions after lifting the stone.

Just as he was thinking this, another shout came from the city gate:

"Observe the order and line up!!!"

Huang Lang rolled his eyes, walked to the back of a long line, and formed a line.

The processing speed was very fast, and not long after, Huang Lang stood in front of a clerk with two guards standing behind him. Seeing Huang Lang standing still, the clerk stretched out his hand and said impatiently:
"Certificate, and what are you doing in Shanggang District?"

"Return it by agent." Huang Lang handed out the certificate, and calmly said a vocabulary taught to him by the captain David Jones.

This is a term that appears frequently on the New World route. Based on an industry agreement signed by major shipping companies, it basically means that everyone on the route should try to help each other. Then, once a ship cannot sail due to crew problems Well, try to help the unlucky ones who can't sail back to port.

"Let me see," the clerk at the gate of the city took the document and the magic crystal card handed over by Huang Lang, inserted the magic crystal card into the card slot of a machine, and began to read the document, "Black Pearl, Ocean Crown Ocean Shipping Co., Ltd., The captain is David Jones, there is no problem with identification, you are, let me see..... Condie Ashenwell and Maria Tippin, this is your limited pass, go directly to Ocean Crown Cruises, the shuttle station is on the way out On the left hand side from now on, No. 17."

[Thanks to the fact that the identity verification technology in this world is not so advanced yet, and thanks to the profit-seeking guys who are so rotten everywhere...]

With a curse in his heart, Huang Lang calmly took back the documents and the magic crystal card, and walked through the city gate with Marta behind him.

The certificates and documents of the ship are all real, of course, they were taken from the real captain David Jones, but the two identification cards Huang Lang and Marta took from two unlucky dead sailors, But it is completely false.

According to Captain David's introduction, this is the result of a series of turmoil caused by a policy of the empire not long after the development of the New World started:
In order to encourage people to join in the exploration and development of the New World, the Eternal Empire once promulgated a subsidy ZC, subsidizing the crew members who joined the New World route, and giving compensation to the sailors who died on the New World route.

Originally, these subsidies were to reduce people's financial burden and encourage some qualified people to join the ocean-going routes, but soon, these routes gave rise to a series of problems, the most important of which was that some shipping companies pretended to claim imperial subsidies , Wantonly forged some "people who didn't exist at all", or sold the identities of dead people.

The subsidy ended later, and the empire also vigorously cracked down on these identity issues, but there are still quite a few fake identities and "dead people" who are bought and sold on the black market. After all, although these identities can no longer be used to impersonate the empire's subsidies, but There are other benefits as well...
For example, selling to some people whose real identity is questionable.

The shipping company, some of the empire's management officials, and criminal groups were all involved, forming a huge gray industry network that was difficult for the empire to completely clean up.

The two identities obtained by Huang Lang and Marta are exactly the two identities in this big gray net - in the real world outside the imperial system, these two people do not exist at all, but in the imperial system, these two identities The two are completely real again.

【MD, what a dead soul, I'm afraid Gogol will laugh so hard that the coffin boards will lift up】---this was Huang Lang's initial thought when he got the false identity.

While sighing, Huang Lang passed through the city gate, passed through the shield barrier, and came to the Shanghai Port Area, another world.

The gray is isolated and replaced by blue sky and green trees, the rotten smell is filtered out, leaving behind the aroma of earth.

What appeared in front of Huang Lang was a well-organized urban area. There were exquisite small houses and tall buildings worthy of the name "mansion". On both sides of the flat road were two rows of neat plants, road signs, sidewalks, And the magic power shuttle that shuttles back and forth.

People behaved decently and politely, even if they looked at those dressed as sailors who passed by occasionally, the disgust and contempt in their eyes were suppressed to a state of insignificance.

Huang Lang and Marta boarded car No. 17 according to the previous clerk's instructions, and the shuttle-shaped shuttle started immediately. Sitting in the comfortable car, picking up the wine glass that popped up automatically, Huang Lang suddenly had a glimmer of insight: [2000 people per square kilometer, the true meaning of this average data, I am afraid it is not 5 people in the upper port area and 4000 people in the lower port area].

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Huang Lang's serious face, Marta asked with concern.

Huang Lang shook his head, but didn't say anything—he was afraid that the walls would have ears, and he wouldn't say anything after he left the base, even if it was the link between the Heroic Spirit and the Master, he wouldn't use it.

However, he was really thinking: According to the records, it has been a thousand years since the Eternal War. In the past 1000 years, the progress of this world seems to be a bit slow...
Full of thoughts, Huang Lang and Marta were sent to the exact destination - the office of Ocean Crown Shipping Co., Ltd. in Moore, a shipping giant.

The afternoon sun, which seems to be the color of honey, pours into the five floors of the office. In the corridor, there are floors with a faint wood fragrance, exquisitely decorated walls and ceilings, specimens of New World creatures, and models of ships. Everything is so elegant. So magnificent.

Huang Lang and Marta, led by their servants, walked on the wooden floor, and the floor creaked, as if what they stepped on was not the floor, but the bones of the hardworking people in the lower port area.

Soon, the two were brought into an office. Before entering, Huang Lang glanced at the nameplate on it, which read:

[Jonno Small, Regional Director, Risk Control]

"Please sit down, both of you." As soon as one person and one heroic spirit entered, a voice full of orders came from their ears.

Huang Lang looked up and saw a "little man".

I call him a villain because this Mr. Small is really short. Standing in front of the window, he is estimated to be no more than 1 meters tall. His shiny blond hair is combed back and he has a mouth He was holding an exquisite gold-inlaid and carved pipe, and he should have sprayed perfume on his body, because Huang Lang smelled a fragrance.

He is called a villain because Huang Lang noticed the light from those deep-set eye sockets, it was a cunning and calculating light, and more importantly, it was a kind of light that was indifferent to everything around him. , concerned only with its own light.

This kind of light is different from the kind of practitioner who really sees through the world of mortals. It is a kind of indifference that can trample on others without any guilt, a kind of cruelty and greed disguised as free and easy.

Before crossing, when he was working as a project supervisor, Huang Lang would always see that kind of light in the eyes of those bastards who were being attacked by people who really built tall buildings with their hands.

I have seen it in the eyes of those who say that the most regrettable thing in this life is to make a lot of money, and in the eyes of those who talk about how to lose the love of their life but turn around and take out their dead wives to make money.

Now, I saw it again on this little blond man.

[Interesting] --- Huang Lang had such a thought in his mind, a smile bloomed on his face, he stretched out his hand, and shook hands with this Mr. Small.

"The agent of the Black Pearl should return it, please bring the documents."

Jono Small let go of his hand impatiently, took the document from the smiling man in front of him, and was about to reprimand him severely when he suddenly saw Marta Ha standing behind Huang Lang profit.

At that moment, Jonno was stunned.

He suddenly felt that these years, on the road of chasing power, he seemed to be running too fast, so fast that he, the first time chasing power, was left far behind.

Isn't this person in front of him what he has always wanted?
Jono Small, under Mata Harry's gaze, fell.

"Mr. Small, right? Come on, look me in the eyes and talk to me nicely."

Marta-Harry stared at Jono Small, her [sun eyes] as a heroic spirit stared at Jono, and walked over step by step.

Huang Lang looked at it, sat down on the sofa next to him, took out a cigar and smoked it leisurely.

　Sorry for the lateness, there's a lot going on

　　Busy dog, I'm busy when I go back, I want to say a lot, but I don't have time, bad

　　
　
(End of this chapter)