Chapter 3 Chapter 2 You Have to Think About Who You Are

Zhuang Xuteng was a native of Peicheng. To be precise, he was born and grew up in Gray Worm City, the Seventh Alliance Town in Peicheng.

My father worked on a protein farm, hunched over a nutrient tank for raising "mealworms", with his head covered by a steel and glass greenhouse, and illuminated by the radiation of growth-promoting lamps for his whole life. His daily job is to provide raw materials for Peicheng's food factories. My mother worked as a handyman on the same farm, and also worked as a correspondent, secretary, accountant, and doctor. Together, she could only earn the salary of one person.

The family's income is stable and low.

In life, parents are very harsh on themselves, and then focus all their energy on their children. They must raise them well and send all three of them to school. This costs a lot of money and consumes their health. Fortunately, after graduation, my brother successfully found a job in a company that researched a certain oil, and the income was decent, which greatly subsidized the family.

He said to Zhuang Xuteng: "Leave it to me as parents. I will first find a way to nurse them back to health and get comprehensive treatment for them. In this way, we have no spare power and can only rely on you to take care of my sister. Besides, she Closer to you."

Zhuang Xuteng is the second son in the family. He is five years younger than his brother and five years older than his sister. It is natural for him to take on this job.

Compared with his elder brother, he is not a material for studying. If he cannot go to a "higher talent school", he will definitely not become a white-collar worker. Zhuang Xuteng gritted his teeth and reluctantly graduated from a mechanic training school and finally found a job on the production line. Twelve hours of mechanical work every day and inexplicable overtime work made him physically and mentally exhausted. Sometimes he wanted to sleep directly in the scarlet magic crystal factory without taking another step. But he still chose to rent an apartment far away from the factory.

It's very close to where my sister goes to school, and it's cheaper than the school dormitory. It also avoids the risk of sharing with others.

For "lower class people" like them, risks are always there, and they will die if they are not careful. This is too common in Peicheng.

My fingers slid across the facial skin, and there was some pain on both cheeks, but it was nothing serious. The left side of his face was scratched by a flying wall brick. Thanks to the hard work of platelets, the bleeding had stopped long ago and the new scab had begun to play a protective role. He was slapped on the right side of his face by Ge Gongdao, which was obviously a minor injury.

Without jobs and compensation, people who have lost their income will face great risks in Peicheng. Next, Zhuang Xuteng is likely to be kicked out because he cannot pay the rent. Without a fixed address, it will be impossible to find a new job, thus falling into a vicious cycle. This is not only harmful to him, but his sister's studies will also be affected.

He must fight for every opportunity to make money, including some odds and ends jobs, and of course the compensation he deserves. On June 23, workers organized a protest to put pressure on them, and he would definitely be included in it. But no one expected that things would become so bloody in the end.

Including the PCPD, a total of 271 people died at the scene, and four times that number were injured. This has shocked the citizens of Peicheng. But what really alarmed the top brass was the death of an "important figure", which was completely unacceptable. After discovering this, all the survivors were arrested by the PCPD and interrogated one by one.

"The PCPD wanted to find out what happened at the scene. From what they said, I am sure that an important person died in the explosion, which made them very angry." Zhuang Xuteng said at a volume that only two people could hear: "Ge Hei Face, this matter involves the Scarlet Group.”

"Nonsense, we all went to protest against the Scarlet Group, it must have something to do with them."

"No, you didn't understand what I meant." Zhuang Xuteng said: "In the interrogation room, besides the PCPD people, I also saw a guy. He was not wearing a police uniform, only an ordinary blue shirt and black trousers. , a brown coat was placed beside him. He sat in the corner without saying a word, but he was the most dangerous character, because I could vaguely see the red and white striped shadow bracers hidden in his sleeves. "

Ge Gongdao shook his head and asked what was so special about this shadow slave bracer.

"That special kind of shadow slave wristband is only equipped by the special operations team of the Scarlet Group headquarters. When I was working in their factory, a master told me the rules. People who use that kind of equipment must be respectful and careful. Just wait. Let’s put it this way, no one in the Scarlet Group’s Peicheng branch is more authoritative than the user of the Shadow Bracer.”

"Such a person personally participates in the interrogation?" Ge Gongdao took a breath, touched his cheek nervously, and sighed: "My dear, this matter looks like it will become very troublesome."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said: "The PCPD was very anxious. They put a book on my chest, and then beat me with a stick. They asked the same questions over and over again: who am I, what am I doing, what did I see... Later, The blue shirt blinked twice, and the PCPD took out the syringe, gave me a shot on my arm, and injected some gray medicine. "

"Damn! What did they hit you with?"

"I only know that after taking the medicine, I became more and more dizzy, and I really wanted to talk. I would say whatever I asked, and I couldn't control it at all. I would get more and more sleepy, my whole body would be very relaxed, and I would eventually lose consciousness. I couldn't Know how you came back."

"You were brought back by the PCPD. They threw you on a chair, put your head against the wall and left. You slept soundly throughout the whole process - this must be the effect of the medicine." Ge Gongdao patted Zhuang Xuteng's chest, said: "Does it still hurt after I hit you a few times? It was a bit harsh, I can't help it."

"It's okay, you were right to wake me up." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment and said, "Ge Heimian, I don't think the PCPD and the Scarlet Group take the protest itself seriously. It doesn't matter whether you are a protesting worker or a mercenary who is just messing around. As long as you are not involved in the explosion and murder, and not involved in the death of an important person, it's not a big problem."

"I just went to mess around, and when the fight started... I shouldn't have killed anyone important." Ge Heimian tapped his head with his fingers. The scene was very chaotic at the time, including him, everyone's mind was very confused, and most of the process was like a dream, and they couldn't remember the details at all. "Oh, I don't know what happened."

"I have a suggestion: just tell the truth, for example, you are a mercenary, you took the money to support the scene, and then a fight broke out."

"It's hard to say. Although I am not one of them, there are killers among the mercenaries. If they suspect it, it will be troublesome. Mercenaries are generally suspected of inexplicable suspicion."

"No matter what you say, whether you are a protesting worker or a mercenary, I think they will still give you drugs. I told the truth and was treated like this. Unless you can resist the drug... In contrast, if you lie and are found out, you will be more suspicious. I don't know what means they will use later, but they will definitely torment you hard. Aren't you afraid of being tortured to death?"

Ge Gongdao's face changed back and forth several times, obviously weighing the pros and cons seriously. He agreed with the suggestions made by Zhuang Xuteng, especially not lying in front of the PCPD, at least this time to tell the truth. However, he has other reasons...

Mercenaries don't have much good reputation in Peicheng. Everyone dislikes this group, and all kinds of slander and prejudice are commonplace. "Boneless thugs", "carrion vultures chasing money", "big cockroaches in the sewer", etc. But mercenaries are useful after all, especially in the eyes of PCPD.

Many times, mercenaries are the eyes and consumables of PCPD, and they are the buffer zone between them and the various gangs entrenched in the neighborhoods. PCPD nominally wants to maintain order in the city, but in fact they have no ability and willingness to achieve that goal. The gangs that really go deep into the grassroots of the seven major urban areas of Peicheng are those gangs, and there are often shadows of companies behind the gangs.

The municipal government dare not provoke the company, and PCPD obeys the municipal government. They are all thugs, and the thugs of the municipal government are weaker than the thugs of the company, so naturally PCPD will be restrained in front of the gangs. At this time, mercenaries who are not allowed to join any gangs become natural middlemen. PCPD gives some money, so mercenaries can solve troubles or create troubles that are beneficial to themselves, which is much more appropriate than direct conflict and desperate.

The mercenaries and PCPD have a special "friendship", which is probably: if the mercenaries do not touch the interests of PCPD, PCPD will continue to let the mercenaries be "useful tools".

Therefore, Ge Gongdao firmly believed that if the company intervened, it would be safer to lean on PCPD.

"Thank you, I will seriously consider your suggestion." He patted Zhuang Xuteng on the shoulder twice to express his gratitude.

They met by chance, and this gratitude was just a little closer than a stranger. The two people were simply acquainted, and Ge Gongdao would not tell him his inner decision because of this.

Zhuang Xuteng smiled and nodded. He had done what he could do and say. He lowered his head and looked at his empty hands. How can these hands prepare food for the table for him and his sister? What should he do tomorrow?

In order to repair the damage caused by years of hard work, the brother is fully supporting his parents for soul and body treatment, and there is no spare energy. Zhuang Xuteng must take good care of his sister. This is the agreement between the two brothers.

Zhuang Xuteng has never wavered in this regard, but the situation is obviously worse now. After the chaos last night, the Scarlet Group will definitely deal with this matter "carefully", which means that they will never pay compensation, even if they should do so.

The company's thinking has a different standard from that of normal people: if you give money for every trouble, then there will be endless trouble. Zhuang Xuteng has heard a lot of stories about the Scarlet Group and understands the nature of this company: if you beg it well, it will maintain its dignity; if you dare to get angry, it will only speak with fists.

After the mess last night, these workers don't want to ask the Scarlet Company for anything again. In the past, at this stage, the company would let local gangs solve it, disrupt protests, or "destroy" protesters. It is said that the Black Bat Gang is the thugs of the Scarlet Company, and there must be more than one such thug.

You must make money and renew the rent quickly, which is the biggest expense in the near future.

Or become a zombie again? Maybe that's too dangerous. The last time I lent my body to someone, I woke up lying on the bank of the Pei River, and I was only five centimeters away from falling through the gap in the railing. The raging river will take him to the poisonous wasteland outside the city, where all creatures will be unrecognizable and then slowly scream to death.

Danger is one thing, but the key is that you can't make much money. Zhuang Xuteng only got 500 yuan from the last "Zombie Action". The guy who controlled his body and almost killed him didn't pay the balance and just disappeared! What a bastard!

Zhuang Xuteng sighed. Actually, he also knew the reason: this would happen if there was no guarantee. You can't do this alone. You can't do it without someone to take care of you when you lose consciousness and body control. Every time I survive as a zombie, I rely on luck. This has happened three times. I can't think that I can always be lucky.

"It won't work this way," he glanced at Ge Gongdao who was thinking, and an idea came to his mind: "More friends, more ways, why not ask the mercenaries if I can make money quickly?"

Before he could speak, the door of the detention room opened. Two PCPDs in black protective clothing came in with electric batons, drove away the others, pointed at Ge Gongdao and said, "Hey, it's your turn to be questioned!"

"Me? Okay!" Ge Gongdao quickly stood up and asked with a flattering smile, "You've been here for a long time. Can I have a drink of water?"

"Go to the sink and take a few sips of water. I'll give you fifteen seconds."

In fact, he was given ten seconds. Ge Gongdao lay on the water pipe and took a few sips of water, and then he was taken away. Hearing the sound of water, Zhuang Xuteng licked his lips. He was a little thirsty.

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