In the underground street, in a dark and humid alley, 106 girls wearing masks walked into it, regardless of the filthiness here, looking for something in the corner.

Finally, she found something and showed a surprise smile on her lips, squatted down and knocked on the manhole cover on the ground.

The girl was a little nervous. After about twenty seconds, there was a movement coming from the manhole cover. Then, with the help of the girl, the manhole cover leading to the sewer was moved away. With a foul smell, it was a little boy who was about 10 years old.

The little boy was a little nervous when he saw the masked man wearing a cloak in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to hide back, but the girl grabbed him.

"It's me, don't be afraid." The girl quickly grabbed the little boy who was so scared that he almost fell down, took off his mask, revealing her beautiful face and blue hair.

Especially those golden pupils that shine in the darkness.

"Katasia?" The little boy hesitated for a moment, but he soon recognized the girl in front of him and showed surprise.

Katasia nodded and gently touched the little boy's head.

"Take me to meet the others and the old patriarch and the others."

"kindness!"

The boy took Catasia into the underground ditch and re-covered the manhole cover. There were long paths for people to walk on both sides of the stinky water canal. Following the long path, a little bit of weak LED light appeared, and a person began to appear in the grooves of the walls.

Most of them sit on the ground, their eyes are turbid and dull, and from time to time, they are murmurs of unknown meanings appear in their mouths.

On their bodies, blue-gray markings spread, which are pollution and damage that remain in their bodies after so many years of nuclear radiation, which makes most of them not live long and suffer.

Katasia squatted down and covered them with the quilts that fell on the ground back to their bodies one by one, gently stroked their foreheads, and chanted the prayer in her mouth.

"Grandpa, she's here!" The little boy turned from the corner again, followed by an old man with a cane, and a few children following him, with happy faces.

"Old patriarch."

Catasia showed a surprise expression.

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Ruka and Zhou Wangjing, who pretended to be Agulet, were sitting in the car. They were now going to bring the goods they brought this time, especially 053, back to the security company's warehouse.

He looked at the people around him. There were more than ten people in the transport vehicle, all of whom were elite operators in the Saden Security Group. In addition to him and Agullett, there were at least three low-level reality twisters. In addition, everyone was armed with live ammunition and equipped with a special police force on the ground.

Along the way, there were still crowds in the black street, with crowds surging around, and their eyes were attracted by the explosions from the direction of the auction hall.

‘This is not a good place to start.’ Zhou Wangjing made a judgment in his heart.

"Hey, man, you don't seem to be in good condition." A man with a big beard lit a cigarette and stuffed one to Zhou Wangjing. "Call me Lao Chen, I'll give you one? It can relieve the pain a little."

Zhou Wangjing didn't say anything, nor did he take the cigarette.

"Tsk, it's quite cold. I know that you who come from the wasteland don't look at us, the city people, but we are the same." Old Chen was not angry when he saw that Agulet had not taken the kindness he gave, so he stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box. "But this is a black street. You come from the wasteland and I come from the ground. Everyone is for the sake of life, and no one is qualified to look down on anyone... And you work here, which means that you have passed the pollution test and have obtained the residence qualifications here. Don't even treat yourself as a inferior refugee in the wasteland."

Zhou Wangjing quietly looked at Lao Chen who was talking in front of him. After hearing these words, he spoke a while later.

"Are people who can't pass the pollution test... are inferior refugees?" he asked.

Old Chen was a little surprised. He didn't seem to be very old when he heard the other party's voice, but he should be the age of his own son.

"Of course, people on the ground are divided into different levels, and the same is true here. There are many people like Black Street who can't pass the pollution test." Old Chen said naturally, and knocked on the car window. Zhou Wangjing looked out through the window. There were people in shackles on the side of the Black Street. They were doing their own work and were clearly marked for sale. Everyone looked numb.

Just like the little girl I met before.

Or there are some thieves who are stealing things that are being beaten to death and then dragged into a dark alley.

"These guys are either caught from the wasteland but cannot pass pollution detection, or after coming here, the distortion of reality has further deepened. It is because of their existence that everyone who enters here must take the real stable dust to avoid being infected by it." Lao Chen smiled and said, "To be honest, their lives may not be enough to fulfill their real stable dust value."

Zhou Wangjing: "···"

"But they are also good laborers, and they are very cheap. They only need a small reward to do many things that normal people find difficult to do. From this point of view, it is still good." After Old Chen said this, he stopped talking because he had noticed that the other people on the side had already revealed a bad mood.

So he lit a cigarette and hummed a song with contemptuous eyes, as if he had said nothing before.

Among the people in this car, more than half of them came from land or were indigenous people who were originally underground black streets. However, in addition to Zhou Wangjing and Luka, there were two reality distortionists who also came from wasteland and almost failed to pass the pollution detection.

In other words, the other two people almost fell into this situation.

"It's here." About half an hour later, the transport truck stayed away from the black street and stopped in front of a used warehouse. There was a large biogas pool on the side. The warehouse was divided into three floors, and another tall building was connected from the three floors.

Zhou Wangjing looked at the biogas pool, and there were some exposed red and white things like flesh and blood, which he couldn't see clearly.

"Hey, everyone is doing something in a daze. Come and help! Move the things back to the warehouse!" Old Chen greeted. They must first put the goods brought from the auction house back to the warehouse, and then the goods will be re-instated for the next auction.

Luka got up and moved the iron cage loaded with 053. Zhou Wangjing had no choice but to get up, limped and followed closely behind, helping to lift the iron cage.
Chapter completed!