Chapter 171 Who Am I Working For?

Badel saw the young man's face clearly and suddenly realized something. He had seen this man not long ago!

"Kill him, Baldel, go in person. We lost a lot of men in the battle at the factory. This time you need to go in person." The black cheongsam woman said.

"I... I'm drained now, and my legs..." Baldel shook his head. His legs were broken, so he couldn't go even if he wanted to.

"Why are you kneeling all the time?" The blue cheongsam woman suddenly laughed.

Baldel concentrated and found that the blood on the floor had disappeared, and his legs were fine. He just knelt on his knees and lay on the ground motionless.

What a powerful illusion... Both pain and vision are impeccable!

"I don't have psychic power now, and the Administration will not approve re-injection." Baldel said helplessly.

"The people in this timeline still use psychic power in such a primitive way. I can give you the most real power now. Make a choice." The black cheongsam woman said.

Baldel understood her words. Either become a weirdo or die here...

He lay on the ground, his muscles tensed due to extreme tension.

When he was young, Balder was thin and weak due to malnutrition and was often bullied by his classmates. He longed to gain strength and become strong.

When he was 24 years old, Balder finally joined the Administration as he wished and became an excellent field agent, getting a glimpse of the power of psychic energy.

However, various management regulations, the ruling class's vigilance against psychics, and layers of authority made him unable to feel that he had power at all, but more like a dog on a chain.

Not to mention, drainage must be carried out every month.

As the three women in front of him said, the method of using psychic energy in this era is too primitive. After the psychic energy is liquefied and injected into the bone marrow, it is not considered an integration at all, but only a short-term "borrowing".

Balder has seen the so-called "chosen ones" cultivated by Asra. After they merged with psychic energy, they almost all had different degrees of deformity.

Although there is no need to drain, it is almost equivalent to giving up his normal human posture.

He has always hoped to gain real power, but when the opportunity is right in front of him, he finds that he is not ready.

But now, Balder has only two options left.

Give up the identity of a human being and gain true psychic power.

Reject this power and become a corpse.

"Then come on... For this power, I will not be a human being..." Bader slowly raised his head.

...

The black man drove away in a taxi, Chen Ke raised his middle finger to the back of the car, and at the same time had some ideas.

It's time to buy a car for myself.

Although it is convenient to call a taxi, and there is no need to consider the problem of parking space, but as the saying goes, a car is a man's second home. He can turn the car into his own mobile base to store various weapons and props, and even spare clothes.

Well... Moreover, every time he goes out to do something like killing and robbing things, driving a car by himself is more reliable than calling a taxi...

Anyway, now I have more than 1 million Lianbi in my hand, what can't I buy? Thinking of this, he suddenly woke up from a dream.

I am a man with more than 1 million!

When the money just came, Chen Ke was not too excited, probably because he was used to being poor, and when he saw such a large amount of money coming in, he subconsciously did not regard it as his own money.

Now, the crazy secretion of dopamine in the brain made Chen Ke fall into an extremely comfortable mood.

He made up his mind to get himself a car as a mobile base, just like Michael Knight and his Kit in Knight Rider, or Max and his muscle car in Mad Max.

Chen Ke's car must be durable, powerful, bulletproof, and preferably have a rocket jet engine that can glide briefly in the air. At the same time, it must be equipped with a highly intelligent AI named Jarvis who can chat with him for ten dollars at any time...

Of course, that is impossible. Chen Ke actually had already found the car he wanted. When he and the postman rescued Heinard at the beginning, he had taken a fancy to the command car driven by Captain S.W.A.T.

The car is called Knight XV, which is 6 meters long and 2.5 meters wide. The body is made of bulletproof steel plates, and the windows and windshield are made of bulletproof transparent materials. It can withstand the attack of 15 kg TNT bombs, and the chassis can also prevent grenades.

Of course, the price of this car is also quite expensive. Driven by curiosity, he once checked the price online, and the general offer is around 2.17 million Lianbi.

Even if Chen Ke has 1.15 million Lianbi now, he can't afford it. Well, either settle for the second best, or save more money...

He is not sure whether he will go to rob with the postman again, but at least, the postman's current situation will not make any big moves in the short term.

The more than 2 million robbed from the bank has not been cleaned up yet. By then, everyone should be able to get more than 100,000... Pihom revealed that half of the money will be used for various arrangements, and those who help launder money will also get a lot.

Too little, after all, the goal of that vote is not money.

Chen Ke sighed, making money still depends on Lester, and then ask Pihom if there is a channel to buy a black car.

No words along the way, he stopped another taxi and went to Lafite Road.

In the garment workshop behind Zio Suit Shop, Chen Ke and Lester sat at the table with three photos on the table.

"These are the three goals this time." Lester said with a smile.

"Well... let me take a look." Chen Ke said solemnly, grabbing the photo.

The three people in these three photos are very different from the previous three targets. Although the previous three people are not related, they at least look like business people. But this time, the three people in the three photos are very different. People are quite different.

The first photo shows an old white man with white hair and glasses. He is getting out of a black limousine. He is surrounded by bodyguards. It is obvious that he has a high status.

In the photo, he seemed to be going to a meeting, or just on a simple trip. Judging from the background, it didn't look like he was in Opportunity City, because its bustling level far exceeded that of Lafite Road.

The second photo shows a fat middle-aged black man in a suit. This man has a sinewy face. He seems to be in a factory. He doesn't look like a good person.

In the photo, he was holding a knife and reprimanding the hung man. Well... it seemed that he was either a dirty worker in a big consortium, or he was simply a gangster.

The third photo is actually of a young white woman... The secret photo was taken at a certain beach...

She was lying on a beach chair, and a black muscular man next to her was helping her apply sunscreen.

Of these three people, Chen Ke guessed that the old man was a consortium president, the fat black man was a gang leader, and the woman should be a supermodel or the daughter of an important person.

"These people..." Chen Ke looked at Lester.

"The back of the photo will show the time when they appeared in the city. The opportunity is fleeting, Chen Ke." Lester said.

"Well... what a coincidence. They always choose a time to come to the City of Opportunity to die." Chen Ke was noncommittal.

"Our intelligence network is very strong, and we know these people's itineraries very well." Lester smiled.

"Such a powerful intelligence network doesn't know what I have to face every time I go there..." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, Chen Ke. This world is so bizarre, and we can't confirm everything." Lester raised his coffee cup and took a sip.

"I understand...I understand...So, who did they offend and want to be killed?" Chen Ke asked insinuatingly.

"Don't worry Chen Ke, when the time is right, you will know who they have provoked." Lester smiled.