Mining Group Headquarters Building.

In the dark underground warehouse, a narrow and long heavy truck slowly drove out.

"Today I pulled the mining machine to the wilderness? I heard that it was very dangerous outside the city."

The security guard at the door took the cargo transportation list from the driver's hand, took a look, and passed the intelligent system verification.

He looked at the co-pilot of the truck, and there seemed to be a shadow sleeping.

"What's the solution?" The driver was a middle-aged man with a simple face and a strong figure. He handed a cigarette to the security guard with thick calluses.

"My daughter is going to middle school, and my wife wants to change to a big house. Money and money are all money. Although it is dangerous to do this business, it is a little more to earn."

"Oh, it's not easy, my child is going to elementary school, too."

The security guard took the cigarette, lit it with an electronic lighter, held it in his mouth, waved his hand, opened the access control, "A good journey."

"Thank you."

The driver waved his hand, pulled up the window, and started the vehicle.

The narrow and long heavy truck drove out of the underground warehouse and headed to the road at the end of the night.

The decoration inside the car slowly shaking, and next to the steering wheel, the photo frame containing the photo of the family of three vibrated slightly.

An ordinary couple leaned together, and a cute girl holding a toy with a fur bear and combing her twin ponytails stood in front of her, showing a happy smile at the camera.

"Is this your child?"

A soft question came from the passenger seat, "How old is she now?"

"Yes," the driver put down the car window and lit a cigarette. "If you are still alive, you will be twelve in two days."

"Already alive?"

The person sitting in the passenger seat was stunned.

"Three years ago, I and a few coworkers organized a mine strike in a series and resisted the mining consortium to increase working hours,"

The driver held the cigarette in his mouth, and the rich smoke blurred his face. "The consortium instructed Binglang to help catch my wife and daughter. When I rushed back, all I saw was their cold corpses."

"Feel sorry."

The man in the co-pilot said softly.

"What's there to be sorry for?"

The driver grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and put it outside the car window, "We are all similar ghosts. We should have gone to hell long ago, but we are hung up by hatred and are reluctant to leave in this world."

The truck flashed on the road, and the lights of the flashing street lights shone on the cheeks of the co-pilot.

It was a young man with a sharp face and a sharp look, looking like he was only in his twenties.

"The last part of the parts was stolen, and it took about thirty minutes to assemble. Are you all ready?"

The young man changed his topic.

"We have built a batch of small mechas, and then there will be more than a dozen brothers to cover you. The boss of the Ice Wolf Gang will definitely have more than one C-class mecha in his hands. You have to be careful,"

The driver paused, "Actually, in theory, you should have adapted well when you just came back, but there has been a big move on the consortium these two days, so we have no time anymore. This is why the old foreman called you back in advance."

"He has told me."

Qingyou nodded gently.

"I will follow you today, and I will lead the team of those brothers."

The driver said slowly.

The young man looked up and glanced at the driver, "This time it was very dangerous."

"I've lived enough anyway," the driver sucked the cigarette in his mouth and popped it out of the car window. "Before death, it's worth it to send a few beasts from the Ice Wolf Gang to hell."

As he said that, he looked at the young man, "You are still so young."

“I was dead two years ago,”

The young man took out a worn-out teaching aid information from his arms. The cover of the information was covered with blood. He glanced at the information, "It's just that hell doesn't accept me, so I'll take more bastards and enrich the population of hell."

"Hahaha."

The driver laughed.

Those who sit here are all desperate ghosts.

The driver turned off the autonomous driving, cut off the network on the vehicle, and changed to full manual operation. He took a look at the teaching aids in the young man, "Do you have children too?"

"No, I have a younger brother," the young man looked down at the book in his hand. The cover of the book was stained with mottled blood that had been dry for a long time. "He has good grades, has been in high school, and is also very well-behaved. Unlike me who graduated from high school and is not doing his job properly."

"How is he now?"

The driver glanced at the old teaching aid.

"There was a little accident behind. I haven't been home for two years," the young man looked out the window. "When I went home two days ago, there was no one in the family. The consortium seemed to be wanting him."

The driver understood the implication of this sentence. Everyone in the Mutual Aid Association was more or less involved with the mining consortium. With the methods and style of the consortium, there was not a single person in the family, and it might be that there was really no one alive.

He can feel the feeling of a young man.

After joining the mutual aid association, they usually split up with their original family and friends and hide their names.

Doing this is not to demand ruthlessness, but because they have united with the consortium and any behavior may bring disaster to their families.

Although most of the members of the Mutual Aid Association have no family anymore.

Few people will take this path before this last step.

The youth seemed to be special, and his family was still alive when he joined the Mutual Aid Association.

But he left Rock City a long time ago, and for a long time he left his hometown, he might have always expressed his longing for his family.

Until he returned to Rock City and saw the empty home, all his thoughts returned to despair.

The driver could understand this feeling of despair. He was once full of infinite hope the last second before seeing the body of his family.

"Your brother may still be alive."

The driver glanced at the young man and comforted him slowly.

But he also knew that his words were just comforting.

Few people survived the wanted corpse of the consortium. Most people became an unknown corpse in the crematorium while they were still wanted.

What's more, the wanted target is an unarmed child.

"Maybe," the young man looked out the window, and the bright wanted advertisement flashed by, and the young man in the photo smiled gently and shyly.

"He is the youngest child in the family. He has been very well-behaved and sensible since he was a child. He could have gone to college, found a good job, and had a happy family..."

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"So the reason for everything is just because your father was accidentally caught up in a protest against a salary cut, and he didn't even even participate in the protest and was ready to agree to the consortium's salary cut request?"

Jon looked at He Ao blankly, and he felt a sense of anger on his chest.

He originally thought he was miserable enough until he learned about his "friend".

"In this small protest, the consortium directly killed your father and several of his coworkers? Because of this, one of your brothers died, one of your brothers disappeared, one of your brothers went to prison, both sisters died, and the mother died, too?"

Jon felt his body tremble when he said these words.

He felt that the brother whose friend disappeared had probably died long ago, and those who were in prison might be "successful". However, his friend was already miserable enough and he was unwilling to tell the more cruel truth.

If he had been to bear all this, he might have been crazy long ago.

Thinking of this, he stared at He Ao's calm face, and blood stained the somewhat tender cheeks.

Perhaps, my friend is not "not crazy".

"Um."

He Ao just nodded slightly to all Jon's questions.

Just as calm as he shared these things with Jon.

He had another thing he didn't tell Jon, that is, 'Nel' actually got an old sword with divine pollution.

If He Ao is not here and has endured those crazy pollution, then "Nel" will become a monster manipulated by the evil god.

"The consortium of dog bastards."

Jon spat.

At this moment, the two were in the computer room of the headquarters downstairs of the Binglang Gang. The bracelet on He Ao's hand was connected to the data link of the computer room.

This is not the first time He Ao has done this. This is how he controlled all the equipment in the Wilderness Wanderer Factory last time.

Because he has been dominant for a long time and has been rarely attacked, the security measures of the Ice Wolf Gang headquarters are even worse than those of the Wilderness Wanderer Factory.

He Ao easily took Jon into the computer room.

During the time of speaking, Eve had completely controlled all the smart devices.

Countless surveillance images flashed by, and He Ao quickly found the place where Grandma Jon was imprisoned.
To be continued...