"Nothing in this world remains the same."
Looking at Monica in crisis, Veronica sighed.
The plan has undergone a dramatic change. Originally, they were all worried about how to deal with the killers present, but now, Miss Monica herself seems to have too much to take care of herself.
"This is a very rational choice. The remuneration the company pays them is enough for them to spend the rest of their lives. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Zhuang Chi said.
The only question is whether they will survive to receive the reward.
She has heard about the company's methods. These hired killers who are not directly related to them are often treated as "footbands" and thrown away after use. Whether they can save their lives depends on how many secrets they are exposed to in the process.
Finally, Zhuang Chi added, "I didn't expect that the killer organization is still an idealist. Disbanding the organization and helping them leave the fourth area does not sound very attractive."
On the other side, the confrontation between Monica and the killers continues.
The young man's eyes turned to the fat man next to him and asked, "Troy, what do you say? We will also give you a share of the company's remuneration. After all, if she hadn't been to save you, she wouldn't have been led here so easily... ...After the matter is completed, we still need you to help us launder the money."
"I……"
Just as Troy was about to speak, the young man interrupted him and continued, "Maybe she will keep her promise and help you leave District 4, but what happens after that? You are now the most wanted criminal in the Bureau of Investigation. No matter where you hide, they will Sooner or later they will find you, using that 'Skynet' system."
Hearing this, Troy's face looked a little gloomy.
He knew that what the young man said was true. He understood the power of the "Skynet" system better than anyone else. Once the Investigation Bureau locked onto their target, his every move would be exposed to surveillance.
"I do have a plan that is good for both of us."
The young man said, "Because of a previous commission, I happened to know a few 'outside' rebels. They spoke highly of the work we did. If we are targeted by a company or intelligence agency one day, they are willing to take over." Let's, think about it carefully, this reward is enough for us to leave the coalition government. Once we join the rebels, the Bureau of Investigation will be unable to do anything to us no matter how capable it is... By the way, they just need people like you who know hacking technology. You can get a good position there."
Unlike Troy, who had been unconscious for a long time, they had more time to think about their retreat.
The plan had already been hatched when they heard about the death of the founder of Kolo Films.
The young man was confident. Their version sounded much more tempting than Monica's plan, and the reason why he had to waste so much time talking to Troy was because there was a hacker who would make their escape process easier. Much smoother.
"I understand," Troy said, "You've been planning on doing this from the beginning."
"So what? Only those who are good at calculation can survive in this world. This is what you once said."
"Are you so sure that those rebels didn't lie to you?"
"'Pluto', this is his promise to us."
The young man's tone could not conceal his pride and excitement. This title was on the same level as the tyrant Eschenweg. Their forces "outside" were spread everywhere, occupying more than four large cities, and even the foreign missions of the coalition government No department dared to provoke them easily.
89 million watts, this is the extent to which the coalition government is afraid of each other.
What they are doing now is not just escaping, they are working under the leader of the resistance, and there are many opportunities to get ahead.
"Why do I sound weird?"
Valian, who was hiding in the dark and watching, whispered, "Has our bureau received similar reports before?"
"Um."
Zhuang Chi was noncommittal.
Names of rebel leaders such as Tyrant Eschenweg and "Pluto" are favorites of fraud gangs. Their bureau will receive similar reports from time to time. The most common one is that scammers claim to be close associates of these rebel leaders. Now being targeted by coalition government agents, they are in urgent need of cash to help them escape from District 17.
After the deed is completed, when they return to the headquarters of the resistance army, they will be thanked several times the amount, and they will also be treated as honored guests and personally invited to visit the cities of the resistance army.
The scams are old, but they have always cleverly exploited people's greed and dissatisfaction with governments and corporations.
Of course, this deception is useless once it encounters enthusiastic residents with a strong sense of justice.
For example, after their section chief heard that the scammer was a crony of the resistance, he immediately coaxed them to the vicinity of the law enforcement department and arrested them on the spot on the pretext of withdrawing money.
"When it comes to deception, no one is smarter than the section chief."
Roger was filled with emotion. In front of the section chief, even the professional fraud gangs in District 17 were deceived. "It would be great if the section chief were here. He should popularize the knowledge of fraud among these young people."
"...Your life is really colorful."
Veronica was distracted by the conversations of several people. Thinking about it carefully, she had been well protected by her parents since she was a child, and she had never encountered a real liar in her life.
"This kind of deception is too common in District 17. There are even more advanced deceptions than this."
"More advanced?"
"They also pretend to be rebels. After luring them out, they will first drain all their money and then force them to do hard labor. Those who are disobedient will be raped, and every part of their body will eventually be turned into commodities and auctioned off."
Before he was transferred to the Propaganda Section, Zhuang Chi had to deal with the bureau's documents and files every day. "Nine times out of ten, these people have been deceived. If they are lucky, they are only defrauded of their money. If they are not lucky, they may have to work in the future." The 'outsiders' are doing the hard work."
The killers, who had never considered being deceived, seemed to have finally convinced Troy with inducements.
Troy's eyes kept flickering, and he seemed to be still making a final struggle in his heart.
Seeing this, the young man added fire and said calmly, "You can also reject us. The company didn't mention your name. Considering our friendship over so many years, we won't embarrass you. As for whether you can Escape from the investigation bureau's search depends on your own ability."
Monica remained silent and did not defend herself.
She noticed Troy's evasive eyes, waiting for the outcome that seemed to be destined.
But no matter what, she had to hear the final answer from Troy himself.
"Let me confirm it one last time."
After an unknown amount of time, Troy broke the silence.
This confrontation has been going on for too long, and the sky in the fourth area has turned fish belly white. Everyone present knows that they have little time left.
"You have made contact with the subordinates of 'Pluto', and they will welcome our arrival."
"Troy, there is no need to hesitate anymore. Your abilities should shine on a higher stage."
It was a symbolic question, but in fact everyone knew about Troy's choice.
Troy glanced at Monica one last time, "Boss, this is probably the last time I will call you this, but nothing in this world is static. People are like this, companies are like this, and organizations are no exception."
As the scale grows, the nature of this organization has quietly changed.
In fact, he has always known that assassinating the founder of Kolo Films is no longer the main goal of the organization. Everyone has their own considerations, and the website has become a tool for profit-seeking.
"Troy, it's time to make a choice."
The young man opened his arms towards him, welcoming this "old friend" to join him.
"I reject."
Everyone, including Monica, was stunned by the sonorous tone. Troy took out an object from the inner pocket of his clothes, "Thanks to what you said just now, Rory, I got it." Enough time, just now, I have uploaded all of your personal information to the Internet, not just the Bureau of Investigation, but any intelligence department of the coalition government can easily lock your information."
"Troy, you-"
"Troy, you-"
Monica and the young man spoke in unison, but in completely different moods.
"Maybe you can escape from this factory, but I can guarantee that you will never escape from the coalition government. Soon, your personal accounts will be frozen. You should reconsider your next retreat."
"Kill him!"
Even if the young man didn't need to give orders, the laser red dot was already aimed at Troy's eyebrows.
The sniper who had been ambushing here in advance was naturally one of Troy's targets.
Before Troy could speak again, the sniper pressed the trigger with hatred.
However, the sound of the gunshot was quickly drowned out by the thunder that broke through the sky. A heavy rain without any warning swept the entire fourth district in an instant. The bullet that was supposed to penetrate Troy's eyebrows disappeared and fell instead. People were covered in thick, sticky stuff.
It was heavier and more adhesive than rain, and for a while a sweet smell filled the air.
"Is this...cream? Cream is falling from the sky!"
The "antenna" on top of Zhuang Chi's head stood up, and she reflexively stuck some objects that were stuck on her hair with her index finger, put it into her mouth and tasted it.
The sweet smell was so tempting that she couldn't help but want to take a bite, even subconsciously ignoring that these substances may contain highly toxic substances.
Immediately afterwards, they discovered a more serious problem - the sudden rain of cream quickly submerged their legs, and the strong sense of stickiness prevented them from moving at all.
Not only them, everyone in the factory grounds was drowned by the rain. The young man and others were firmly stuck in place by the cream, and they could only yell helplessly and furiously.
Amidst the roar, they also saw an even more incredible scene.
In addition to the cream rain, an object like a sled hung on the parachute and slowly landed in front of Monica. The latter's palms attached to the surface of the cream softened the objects around her and opened a path to the sled for herself. On the road, before the sled started, she pulled Troy up who was still in a state of confusion.
As if enchanted, the sled defied the laws of physics and sailed across this ocean of cream.
Today is not Christmas!
This is not a fairy tale world!
Even though the young man stared far away and felt all kinds of unwillingness in his heart, he could not stop the sleigh from going away.
Everyone was trapped in the vacant lot of the abandoned factory, and the entire Fourth District came to a standstill due to the sudden rain.
Pedestrians and moving vehicles on the road stopped at this moment.
"I've encountered this ability before!"
Veronica blurted out.
After she slipped in the coffee shop before, a row of chirping birds appeared on her head, which seemed to be the effect of the other party's ability.
But now it seems that this ability seems to be far more terrifying than she thought.
She had heard her parents say that any ability would be considered a danger by counterintelligence when it was wide enough to cover a city block, and this rain of cream had easily covered the entire fourth district, and it only used In just a few minutes, the whole city was put on a white "coat".
This is a psychic who has never been recorded in the Union Government's psychic manual.
After the Dark Ages, psychics of this level should have become extinct long ago.
However, the companions around her were not shrouded in a sense of crisis at all, and Veronica heard the exchange between the three.
"Try it quickly, this is really delicious."
"The taste is almost as good as the cake made by the section chief."
"Ah, I suddenly want to eat the food cooked by the section chief."
…
"You three!"
Veronica intervened in the conversation between the three of them, "These creams are products of psychic energy, can you eat them as you like!"
"able."
"ha?"
Zhuang Chi, an authoritative person, answered the question in Veronica's mind, "A few months ago, there was a similar cream rain in the 17th district. Colleagues from the bureau's laboratory department went to the site to extract samples for testing. It was tested and the test results showed that it is non-toxic and harmless, and the ingredients are almost the same as those of butter.”
"Even so, how do you know there are no substances harmful to the human body hidden in it?"
"Because Valian and I secretly... cough, went to the laboratory department to verify the test results in person. Since we are trapped in the cream and cannot move, we might as well enjoy the moment and wait for rescue. Roger and I will stay here tonight. You’re watching out in the rented RV and you haven’t eaten anything.”
As he spoke, Zhuang Chi calmly pointed to the figure trudging forward in the cream in the distance.
That was Mentor Shaw Grant.
He also followed the traces left by Monica and others all the way here. His prosthetic body was fully activated but still slow, which made Zhuang Chi quickly make a judgment, "Even the five-star rescuers move so hard. Why should we make it difficult for ourselves? Those killers are trapped and can’t escape anyway."
The consistency of these creams is weird.
It's obviously sweet and soft when you eat it, but instructor Shaw Grant needs to use thermal energy to cut it to open up a path in this "ocean".
"you--"
Veronica's mouth opened due to anger soon became silent, because Zhuang Chi quickly stuffed the cream into her mouth before she could speak.
"I know you are in a hurry, but the section chief said that everything must be done step by step."
She glanced at the direction where Monica disappeared, "Although I don't know who caused this cream rain, but if you catch up now, it's no different than asking for death."
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Thanks to Nanxi Lisao for the 100 starting coins! (There are too many words in the small theater to fit in. There is no extra charge for this section)
Two hundred and thirty-two of the small theaters:
Monday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the evening
"Yes, he is indeed a professional swindler."
As soon as Lu Xiang returned home, she highly praised Song Lan's work. She tried many methods but could not make little Ye Lu change her mind. This little guy secretly searched the Internet every day as soon as they entered the house. Serial killer job postings.
It has to be a Slowpoke.
"Huh? Why do you look so sad?"
"This little girl is so tricky!"
In order for Yelu to give up the idea of leaving home, he really paid too much.
Now Ye Lu has determined that he was a "cannibal expert" in the past, and has also found conclusive evidence - how do you know that people in big cities don't taste good if you haven't eaten it?
Song Lan originally thought that the matter would end there, but she didn't expect that Yelu would talk about it with her sisters who were still in the church.
He has been asked successively, "What does it taste like to live in a big city?" and "What kind of condiments should I use?" This is a scary question that could get him arrested at any time for investigation.
Moreover, Yelu, the little Heizi leader, has mastered the rumor-mongering skills without any teacher.
Now the church's angels of death have determined that "Hannibal" is based on him.
"I needed a week off to make up for my mental toll."
"no problem."
"Eh? Lao Lu, why are you so talkative all of a sudden today?"
"It just so happens that I have a break. Let's watch some dramas together. I just found one I want to watch."
"...What drama?"
Song Lan suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Hannibal."
(End of chapter)
