Ada turned around and left, looking the same as before, but compared to when he walked out of the alley before, his eyes were dull and his expression became dull and indifferent, looking like a walking corpse.
Wu Ming stared at the other person's figure disappearing at the corner of the street, his expression gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
I was scared to death until the other person walked away. Ah Cha, who was frightened by the side, also breathed a sigh of relief and fearfully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. I thought I was going to be beaten again.
Do you want me to shake your hair? Wu Ming came back to his senses and his expression softened slightly. He glanced at him, "I stopped those tin cans every time they came to check your water meter. Have you ever suffered a loss?"
It's only because of you that I panic. Ah Cha wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "I don't even know what kind of disaster you have caused to Night City before."
What? Wu Ming suddenly raised his voice, and his tone gradually became less friendly: Can you say it again?
Nothing nothing. Ah Cha was excited and quickly changed the topic: Speaking of the situation inside, should we rush in next?
He looked at the dark alley and pointed out something strange inside with his eyes. Although the street was full of people and the environment was extremely noisy, he could still vaguely hear the wailing and sobbing coming from the alley.
He was able to notice all this, so there was no reason why Wu Ming would know nothing about it.
Unexpectedly, the latter touched his chin and thought for a moment before giving such a reply.
It's also a way, right?
Wu Ming didn't look very interested, but as soon as he rolled his eyes, a new idea came to his mind.
But I have a better way.
After struggling for a long time, the yellow-haired gangster sat down on the trash can, glanced at the shivering man curled up on the ground, and asked: Why hasn't Ada come back after being away for so long?
Several gangsters looked at each other, shook their heads, and no one answered.
waste! Seeing that no one answered, he felt that the anger he had just calmed down rushed to his head again, but he had just beaten a few weaklings, and he was too tired now, so he didn't bother to argue with them about this matter.
Day after day, when he had to face the hypocritical smiling tiger colleagues, the idiot-like younger brother, and the greedy and stupid boss, his anger would burn like wildfire in his heart, making him want to throw away all the things that were an eyesore. Will not give up until they are all wiped out.
But he couldn't do it.
The weak will be preyed on by the strong, and the strong will become the growth nutrients of the stronger. This is the unchanging law of survival in Apocalypse City.
Residents of the neighborhood provide money to the gangs for survival and shelter. If small gangs want to survive for a long time, they must obey and rely on the big gangs as backers. Even the uncrowned king who dominates the neighborhood must bow his noble head in front of the city's church and submit to the other party. Absolute violence, and he has become the party being exploited and squeezed.
The top of the food chain in Apocalypse City is the behemoth called "God", who is also the object of worship and listening to revelations by the church.
His will, his revelations, and his every move are always affecting the development trajectory of Apocalypse City.
Sometimes all it takes is a revelation to quietly destroy a neighborhood overnight.
He looked at this world from above with the eyes of God, almost indifferently watching the joys and sorrows that were constantly being staged in the Holy City of Apocalypse.
'God' exists here.
'God' has already planned everything.
Perhaps it is because of this miraculous city standing on the tundra and the church pastors' sparing no effort in promoting it. These two perceptions have already penetrated into the minds of every resident of Apocalypse City, whether they are the sinners in the neighborhood or the Unsullied in the Holy City. , are so convinced.
Human beings are contradictory and strange creatures. If someone tries to arrange your life clearly and you suffer a lifetime of suffering, you may become very angry and rebellious. You may have to find a good time and auspicious time. I can't help but turn against him.
But if you enjoy a privileged and comfortable life, and then you look at those who are beaten by life and tell you: the happiness you are enjoying now is all arranged, and as long as you obey the arrangement and you can continue to enjoy it in the future, I am afraid that it will never happen. Most people will accept the arrangement with a smile.
After all, the knife didn't hit him, so he definitely wouldn't feel any pain.
As for the yellow-haired gangsters, unfortunately they belong to the former group of people who are oppressed by fate.
In this collective society with layers of pressure, no individual can survive alone. Several large gangs, cult organizations, and civil groups at the top of the block compete for the 21st Street. Conflicts broke out, and the small forces under their control broke out. More fighting broke out;
More firefights also mean that the forces in the territory change more frequently. After each conflict, the small gangs that were originally in charge of this area may change. The new gangs will plunder the residents of the new territory. If the next firefight fails, If there is another change of power, the newly defeated gang will make the residents pay housing fees again.
This cycle repeats until several behemoths at the top of the block reach an agreement.
At this time when frictions are most frequent, the gangsters of the small gangs naturally have their own tasks. It seems that there will never be a stop to the fights, fights, and turf wars. Every time there is a fight, the boss will always push him to the front, so he must be on guard at all times. The plot behind the scenes of the Smiling Tiger companions
Only when he vents his violence and anger on others like now can he feel a sense of reality.
There is no need to guard against the hypocritical Smiling Tiger. It is not to complete the task assigned by the *** boss, nor is it for the development and growth of the Black Dragon Society, nor is it for the sake of the Laoshizi family, but it is really not affected by any external factors. Whether you are bound by responsibility, benevolence, or some other thing is entirely your own decision.
Even if it broke just a little bit of the 'god's' plan, it was enough to make him feel extremely happy and satisfied.
Is this enough?
Just as the yellow-haired gangster was immersed in the satisfaction of resisting the 'gods', a misty and ethereal voice penetrated his ears.
who? !
He opened his eyes suddenly, and an infinitely radiant figure stood in front of him. The boys beside him seemed to be unaware of the figure that had landed here, completely ignoring this figure that could illuminate the dark alley. The humanoid self-propelled light bulb seemed like only he could see this glorious figure.
This strange phenomenon made the gangster who was hanging around at the bottom immediately wake up from his intoxication. He looked at the figure releasing infinite brilliance with vigilance and asked: Who are you? This is the territory of the Black Dragon Society. Do you want to find trouble?
In the process of fighting with cults, I have seen many tricks of cult groups, and I subconsciously thought that this glorious figure was a trick of some cult group.
I am a passing original sin scholar who accidentally penetrated your heart, so I came to solve your confusion and distress.
The sound reached the yellow-haired gangster's ears very clearly, but his companions still seemed unaware.
This answer was wrong and made him feel that his intelligence had been insulted, and he became angry for a moment: The employer is asking who you are, not what your name is! Do you think labor and management are ***?
Yes, but that's not the point. The glorious figure replied, the point is, do you desire power?
The yellow-haired gangster wanted to get angry directly, but he immediately fell into confusion when he heard the second half of the other party's sentence: Huh? If you have something to say, say it directly, don't make so many twists and turns.
The glorious figure did not keep him waiting for long, and the malicious voice echoed in his ears again.
I know you want to rebel against this city, but you don't have enough strength to carry out your ideas.
I know you are unwilling to be manipulated by 'gods', but you have no way to break free.
All of this stems from lack of strength.
So, I am thinking, if you have enough power to subvert all order, if you are given the power to break the shackles and tear off the thread of fate, if you are so powerful that
Able to kill gods
what will you do?
The yellow-haired gangster's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his breathing subconsciously became rapid.
He had thought about what the voice said, and he had even thought about killing gods if he had more powerful power, but he had never dared to mention it to anyone, but now he was told by a voice of unknown origin. , naturally panicked in his heart.
Do you crave power?
The yellow-haired gangster didn't dare to answer, but the flickering eyes betrayed his true thoughts.
Taken the bait.
Since you want power. Wu Ming, whose whole body was hidden in the light and shadow, had a pleasant smile on his lips. He slowly stretched out his palm and opened it slightly. Then put it on.
The light gathered in the palm of his hand, and finally condensed into a blood-red ring floating in front of the yellow-haired gangster.
What is this? He took the ring and put it on his index finger.
This is the power of rebellion against order. .
Wu Ming explained patiently, just like the ancient snake that tempted Adam and Eve to swallow the fruit of wisdom.
You want to be free, right?
Ziyou? The yellow-haired gangster murmured this word, which was a bit complicated and difficult to pronounce for him. What was it?
It is what everyone in the Holy City longs for, to get rid of the ties between superiors and subordinates, to get rid of the shackles of gangs and the world, and finally to get rid of all external interference - no one can affect you, your behavior, will and even life will be determined by You make your own decisions. Not even the body or gravity can restrain your soul. You can pursue absolute freedom by swimming in the blue sky.
The voice in the radiance slowly narrated, and in a few words, he outlined a beautiful and distant future. The yellow-haired gangster's mind gradually drifted away with the narration, as if the future of freedom after breaking away from all shackles was right in front of him, within reach.
but
However, this voice suddenly changed the subject, and the yellow-haired gangster also woke up from his sweet dream.
This world is cruel, you can't survive without fighting
On the opposite side of this block is the city. The enemies live on that side of the city. Only by killing everyone there can you gain true freedom.
Tata is on! Tata is on! Tata is on!
For some reason, although the other party suddenly uttered a strange syllable, this strange syllable kept echoing in his ears. The sounds arrived from small to large, starting from a weak shout from one person, and then more and more voices joined in. , and finally countless enthusiastic voices gathered together, gradually converging into a shocking roar!
The yellow-haired gangster also understood the meaning of this word.
fighting! fighting! fighting!
He also joined in the fanatical roar
