Chapter 238 Western Slums (1)

That dark memory immediately came to mind.

"No! Why are you doing this to me!! I hate you!! I hate you all!!!"

Qin Zheng seemed to hear the hellish roar coming from far away.

The bone-gnawing coldness gradually swept through every corner of his body.

Qin Zheng's body trembled unconsciously.

Jun Suli thought she was scared.

"If you don't like watching it, don't watch it."

He took away the information from Qin Zheng's hand, and then squeezed Qin Zheng's palm to express comfort.

After taking a deep breath, Qin Zheng's white face regained some color.

That period of time was a lingering nightmare for her. Every time she faced it, it was a shock and destruction to her soul.

"Are you afraid?"

"It's not fear."

Qin Zheng shook his head.

Not because of fear, but because it hurts too much.

"When do we leave?"

The memory faded, and Qin Zheng knew that since the spies had come to report, the time for their departure was already very close.

Jun Suli saw Qin Zheng's changes before and after.

He concealed the darkness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, early morning."

——I am the plot dividing line——

Time: 12:00pm.

Location: West Slums of Venus City

The dilapidated bungalows and bungalows are like tangled yarn, intricately intertwined.

Qin Zheng and Jun Suli walked on the narrow road.

The road beneath your feet is not blue asphalt, but a barren road of yellow dirt mixed with countless sand.

Both of them changed into casual clothes. In order to cover their eyes and ears, Jun Suli and Qin Zheng put on masks. Before coming, they deliberately made their faces dirty to hide in the crowd.

Both sides of the road are lined with houses belonging to residents of the slums.

People look over from time to time on the road.

Their eyes were fixed on Jun Suli and Qin Zheng from beginning to end, as if they were wondering why there were outsiders.

Qin Zheng looked at the people on both sides of the road, beer tables, tractors, old trolleys, dark coal piled up together, and black and smelly ditches lying between some houses.

There are even tinfoil everywhere on the ground, stained with white powder, the product of drug addicts.

Most of the people on both sides of the road are old people and women, and sometimes you can see some children.

Jun Suli and Qin Zheng were walking side by side, each carrying a backpack containing weapons and food on their shoulders.

There were several tattooed men on the street who glanced at their backpacks from time to time.

Qin Zheng glanced at those people sideways, and then took a step closer to Jun Suli.

"Jun Suli, how long does it take to arrive?"

"The journey still takes about ten or twenty minutes."

Jun Suli stared ahead and returned.

"Those people in the back."

"I know."

Jun Suli said quietly, then calmly took out a pistol from his clothes, and deliberately wiped the surface of the gun body in front of the men behind him.

Several men behind him couldn't help but take a few steps back when they saw Jun Suli taking out the pistol.

Although guns can be owned by every civilian family in Country Z and are no longer considered a rarity, it was precisely because they knew how powerful this guy was that several men hesitated to step forward.

"Jun Suli, we are still attracting attention."

Qin Zheng said while walking expressionlessly.

As the two of them walked deeper and deeper into the slums, more and more eyes were fixed on their backpacks.