Chapter 33 Chapter 32 Wild Monkey Gang

"Jesse Pinkman, Pinkman... the pink man." Zhuang Xuteng muttered his alias in the mission, and he couldn't help but have some strange thoughts in his heart: "Why is it pink again? Since I was possessed by the Lich Master, this color always appears. Will my fate be cursed by pink?"

The curse is just Zhuang Xuteng's guess, in short, it is a superstitious behavior. Going back five thousand years, when the power of gods and divine arts was at its peak, the curse spell against fate was also impossible. Today, whether it is the only remaining rune spells or the booming shadow from technology, the threshold of being able to influence fate is still far away.

It's a bit ironic. Five thousand years ago, gods and divine arts were open to everyone, but this has been obliterated with history. At that time, there was also a church, and the church would try to monopolize the power of divine spells for its own interests, and the gods would also select people with corresponding characteristics according to their own preferences, making them priests responsible for ruling or paladins who control armed forces. Although various kinds of "screening" are indeed prevalent, the talent of "being able to cast spells" exists in everyone.

At that time, even if one was born in a poor family or had no education, as long as one had a talent for spellcasting, one could always gain divine powers through direct communication with the gods, thereby mastering enough power to improve one's status. There were many poor children in history who became powerful divine spellcasters and successfully changed their fate.

After the gods ascended, they left behind a world ruled by companies. Divine talents have disappeared from everyone forever, and the knowledge of runes and shadows has been pocketed by the company, thus pocketing everyone's fate. They not only make a lot of money through runes and shadow knowledge, but also rely on them to eliminate any possibility of trying to influence their status.

Powerful runes and cutting-edge shadow knowledge are called extraordinary power, and have become the most important core to support the power of the company.

The company's specialized colleges will teach some shadow knowledge, but the part involving extraordinary power will still not be displayed. These schools are responsible for screening talents, ensuring that the most outstanding ones are used by the company, and the excellent and qualified ones also enter those departments that are dependent on the company. Only by following the company and becoming an integral part of its strength can a person have access to extraordinary power.

Zhuang Xuteng's grades were not good, so he had no chance to enter a specialized college. It can be said that he was eliminated before he even saw the threshold. The formal path was not feasible, and learning shadow knowledge from the gang's chef became the only opportunity.

The only chance to start climbing up again.

According to Lucy's instructions, Zhuang Xuteng came to the "New Sunshine Sports Center" located at the junction of the hub area and the lower city area. This is the earliest sports center in Peicheng, and it once had its own glorious history. However, with the completion of the upper city competition center and the gradual weakening of the lower city area, "New Sunshine" has long become a sunset, and even the last ray of afterglow can't be seen.

As early as ten years ago, this place was "contracted". On the surface, it belonged to a public welfare organization in the nearby community, but in fact it was controlled by the Wild Monkey Gang and became the gang's base of activities, and it could even be said to be a fortress. The members of this gang especially like to exercise, and their extremely developed muscle tissue and violence composed of fists, feet and sticks are their distinctive features. Compared with a height of two meters and a weight of two or three hundred kilograms, tattoos of chimpanzees and gorillas on the body are not so obvious.

By the way, the gangsters use different sizes of primates as their level names, and their leader is "King Kong".

"Whether you carry a stun gun or wear a grounding suit, you will not get an advantage when facing the members of the Wild Monkey Gang." Lucy was right. A stun gun could not knock those guys down at all, and when a fist as big as a casserole hit them, the protective ability of the grounding suit and the sweatshirt was actually the same.

She prepared a shadow stun grenade for Zhuang Xuteng, which can attack the nervous system of everyone within a radius of 20 meters, causing them to fall into temporary paralysis. The stun grenade is a ball slightly smaller than an egg. After the surface is coated with food-grade grease, he swallowed it into his stomach. With half a bottle of laxatives, if nothing unexpected happens, it will "reappear" within two or three days. The process is not comfortable, and the protection provided to Zhuang Xuteng is also very limited, but this is the only way to bring a weapon in.

In addition to the high-intensity suppressive firepower formed by a large number of shadow guns, there is actually no single weapon that can guarantee Zhuang Xuteng's safety. He will inevitably be surrounded by the group of musclemen in the Wild Monkey Gang. The 20-meter radius of stun grenades can only give him one chance at most, and that will be the last chance to escape.

When he got off the bus, Zhuang Xuteng seemed to have come to another world, which was occupied by steel, cement and strong flesh, and iron and sweat constituted the colors here. Those tall ones suppressed the short ones with their superior eyes. They could laugh and talk freely, and the others had only repression.

As soon as he got off the bus, he was stared at by more than a dozen eyes, without a trace of kindness in his eyes. With a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a weight of 140 kilograms, he had to lower his head in this area, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the Wild Monkey Gang. If the gang of gorillas surrounded him, Zhuang Xuteng would have only two fates: to defeat them and join, or to be torn into pieces.

Zhuang Xuteng bent down, lowered his head and curled up, pulling down the brim of his hat, showing due respect and restraint. The unfriendly looks disappeared, leaving only curious glances. That was a basic greeting to strangers, and there was no danger. At least nothing would happen within a month.

Following the instructions, Zhuang Xuteng walked towards the New Sunshine Stadium, then bypassed the circular track and field and outdoor ball square and headed to its annex: a seven-story building built for commentators, referees, and event organizers to carry out their work. He was stopped by the "baboon" guards at the door, some of the lowest ranks of official gang members. Below them are the "monkey sons" of the trainee members, while ordinary people outside the gang are the "bananas".

"What are you doing?" The baboon chuckled and whispered in a low voice, commenting on the appearance of the banana in front of him.

"Oranges, tangerines and figs, two meals a day, ordered flour." Zhuang Xuteng told the guard the secret code the chef had given Lucy, and then waited for the result.

"It turned out to be the person Heisenberg was looking for. He explained this matter yesterday." A baboon said to Zhuang Xuteng: "You must also know the rules. Outsiders must be thoroughly searched when they come in."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "I know. From top to bottom, from beginning to end, don't get the order wrong."

"Of course," said one baboon, and four other baboons gathered around.

They first rummaged through Zhuang Xuteng's hair, checked his ear holes, shined a bright light on his nostrils, then asked him to open his mouth, and checked every tooth and the surrounding area of ​​his tongue. After that, they touched all over the body with their hands, not sparing every inch.

This was a very humiliating and intrusive inspection. Even if he knew about it in advance and was mentally prepared, Zhuang Xuteng still felt that they were going too far. Lucy had warned him that he must tell them the order of the search, otherwise the savages would really poke their anal fingers into your mouth.

The people of the Wild Monkey Gang regard other people as animals and food, not as human beings. How can there be any human rights?

"You have a pink skull tattoo on your back. What does it mean?"

Living shadows were expensive and powerful, and a commoner couldn't bear them. The people of the Wild Monkey Gang didn't think about it at all.

"My last name is Pinkman, which means pink person. The pink skull is to commemorate the ancestors who have passed away and hope to receive their blessings."

"It's just such a small tattoo, it's not as big as a finger. Even if it can bless you, it won't bless you much!" Several baboons laughed, then pushed Zhuang Xuteng and said, "Okay, no problem, you can put on your clothes and go in. Hai Sunburg is in the kitchen on the third underground floor. Go up the stairs on the left, turn right after exiting the stairwell, and it’s at the end.”

Zhuang Xuteng nodded slowly, his expression maintaining a "just so" state. He put his clothes back on and walked into the building amidst the comments of the baboons.

How prosperous it once was, it is now so desolate. The bustling and enthusiastic event organization center has become the gym of the Wild Monkey Gang. Entering the building, all non-load-bearing walls have been demolished, and the old pillars are filled with various equipment. The sound of lifting, boxing, wrestling and ropes is deafening.

There used to be colorful glass curtain walls here, but they have now been removed to increase air circulation and meet the needs of the Wild Monkey Gang for sufficient oxygen during exercise. The sun's rays shine directly through the empty window frames, and everything from metal equipment to sweat-covered skin shines in the sunlight.

If you only see this, the Wild Monkey Gang seems to be a pretty serious fitness organization, but things are far from that simple.

The smell of sweat does not occupy a dominant position here, but a very strange soup taste is the absolute protagonist. That is the secret formula of the Wild Monkey Gang. It is a thick mixed porridge made from a variety of high-calorie, high-protein, and high-oxidation synthetic foods. It also adds a large amount of growth-promoting, stimulating, and therapeutic powders.

They eat a lot and then exercise too much, fueled by drugs. Specialty stimulants twist the pain of exercise into pleasure, and growth-promoting and therapeutic powders ensure they can continue the cycle. It is said that the Wild Monkey Gang also uses some shadow slave equipment to allow gang members to break through the growth limits of their bodies, and can develop twice, thrice, and again, and turn into giants one by one.

Their commotion had nothing to do with Zhuang Xuteng; he didn't want to be like them at all.

Finding the stairwell and heading down, the hustle and bustle of the seven floors above quickly diminished. The underground floor should be a storage room. Inside the large iron door and reinforced walls are the gang's goods. It also serves as a soundproofing and silencing function. The door to the second underground floor was locked, and the surveillance camera was pointed in the direction of the stairs. Zhuang Xuteng could still vaguely hear the guards talking behind the door.

There is an old smell on the third underground floor. The old ventilation fan is working feebly, bringing a weak fresh air here, like a breath of breath to a suffocating person. Zhuang Xuteng felt a little suffocated, as if he had entered a deep well, but the depth here was only ten meters underground, so he guessed that there must be another reason for the turbid air.

Although the air is bad, the place is brightly lit, with a fluorescent lamp on every square meter of ceiling. They all emit gentle light that does not cause dazzling, and can be combined to create the effect of shadowless lights in the operating room. It is obvious that someone has put a lot of thought into it. Entering the corridor, Zhuang Xuteng could not see his own shadow. It could only exist under his feet that could not be lifted up, or deep in his heart where the light could not shine.

A shadowless middle-aged man stood in the corridor. He covered his eyes with sunglasses, and with a half-smile expression on his face, he rubbed his hands and asked, "J·P?"

This man is obviously Heisenberg.

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