Ten o'clock in the morning.
On the outskirts of Saint-Aral, an invisible crowd of people was leaving the city from the other side of the Broken Avenue. From time to time, some people looked back at the medium-sized land cruiser parked in the north of the Broken Avenue. It lay there quietly without any traces. It means starting the engine.
"There's no news from the Timos family?"
Amiya put down the manuscript in her hand and raised her head to ask. The scavenger sitting aside shook his head and said that there had been no changes so far.
"With so many people gathering in the wilderness, a humanitarian disaster may occur. Let me ask them how they arranged it... huh?"
Halfway through her words, Amiya's attention was attracted by a text message sent from the terminal. The scavenger cast a questioning look. After reading it once, the former sighed: "The doctor won't be back for a while. He took Hong away." .”
The girl pursed her thin lips and seemed to be thinking about something.
The scavenger asked, "What happened to him?"
"It's nothing. Someone killed a job seeker who wanted to join Rhode Island in front of him. He went to the messenger to ask for an explanation."
The scavenger suddenly said: "So that's it. It's hard for him to choose to bow his head when something like this happens, but aren't you worried?"
Amiya lowered her head: "Compared with half a year ago, the doctor is very different now. He is like a natural warrior with a strong learning ability. Heijiao, Tsukimiye and Kakufeng are no longer his opponents. ”
"Miss Amiya, do you need hot water?"
Gray's voice came from outside the door.
Amiya glanced at the water glass and shouted, "Okay, thank you."
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Snap.
The wheel ran over the empty water bottle in the middle of the road, and the bottle cap was ejected far away, hitting the wall not far away, spinning and landing in the corner.
Zhou Jinru drove his motorcycle quickly through the streets. When he passed by the previous roadblock, the gang members moved out of the way for fear of being missed. The further north he drove, the less crowded the road became, and then no one could be seen. All that was left was the roar of the engine of the locomotive beneath him.
"It's still half an hour's drive."
"Um."
Zhou Jinru hummed, leaned on the motorcycle, and moved forward at full speed, speeding through the deserted city. Even if there were a few inquiring glances, he was left far behind before he could react.
He remembered that the north of Saint-Aral was originally an industrial area, close to the mining area, and therefore became the main damage area of this geological disaster.
"Red, pay attention to your Origin Stone monitor. If the value is too high, leave first."
Zhou Jinru needs a helper, but that doesn't mean he wants Hong to risk becoming an infected person to help him.
Hong didn't say anything, just hugged his waist from behind.
Whether it is possible to catch up with Duke Ford who is running away, Zhou Jinru thinks it is feasible, especially after seeing the other person's resume, he is even more sure that he will not give up the wealth accumulated over the years.
This is the second number who started out as a low-level gangster. He has been suppressed by Russell for many years. Whether it is luck or hard power, he is not as good as the Timos family, even though Russell has been the only one in the Timos family for the past ten years.
Zhou Jinru knows this kind of people very well. He suffered too much when he was young. He is a fence-sitter who made his fortune by changing his family. He has a great desire for money and rejects the poor life in the past. It is impossible to throw away a lot of wealth and run away. Moreover, he The place I want to go to is still a first-class country in the world of Terra. The consumption level is much higher than that of a remote country like Saint-Aral. In addition, he is already in his fifties, and it is even less likely that he will deign to do it like Mayor Ding. Live on a plate.
Zhou Jinru's childhood was relatively happy, and he did not experience a life of poverty as an adult. However, he learned from his roommate who wrote online articles about what it was like to struggle for food and clothing for many years, which was better than the stories written by the gods. You also need to be real and know what choices people like this kind of people who have been beaten by life will make.
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"Mr. Ford, come on, you've brought enough!"
Facing the urging of his men, Duke stuffed the last stack of money into the corner of the box and licked his lips with unfinished content: "Burn everything here. Since I can't take it away, I can't leave it to others."
The fence-sitting faction was at the end of its rope and had to give up the foundation it had built over the years. Duke was not unsympathetic, but he knew better that Russell was willing to let him go because the other party needed someone who could maintain stability in the northern industrial zone. He became the The best choice of the other party is still viewed this way by many people.
But Duke knew very well that if Russell wanted to change to a second-in-command, it would be easy for him to choose him, just because he would have better control.
He has a fatal weakness, greed for money.
He has been involved in the gray industries of Saint-Aral, ranging from the illegal trading of a car to the smuggling of regulated goods. Therefore, he has made a lot of money over the years. Of course, this money cannot be put into the bank, because it must be It would be frozen by Colombian officials for investigation, so he had to hide it in a secret location in a private house in the northern industrial area. The money was so much that he could only take away one-tenth of it.
One-tenth is one-tenth, at least it will allow him to live a good life for the rest of his life.
Duke pushed the box out and asked as he walked, "How many years have you been with me?"
"Mr. Ford, eleven years."
Eleven years.
At that time, Duke was still proud of the spring breeze, but now he was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog. He couldn't help but sigh: "You can take as much money as you can from here, and burn the rest. I love money, but I will not treat those around me badly. people."
Life is one life, nothing more, wait until you get to Victoria before making any plans.
"Mr. Ford, actually there is no need to burn this place and no one will take it away. Saint-Aral is about to face a natural disaster, and everything will be destroyed in the natural disaster. We'd better leave quickly while the plane can still take off." .”
It doesn’t matter if you can’t take it away.
He closed the door and stuffed the key that he had planned to throw away into his coat pocket by accident. In fact, he still had a trace of luck in his heart. If everything went in a good direction, he might have the chance to come back and take the money. , can also be kept as a souvenir.
The three people, including the driver, drove to the nearest private airport in the Northern Industrial Zone. Less than ten minutes after they walked, a motorcycle stopped at the door of the private house. Two uninvited guests, a man and a woman, quickly came to the door. One of them A man squatted down and looked at the tire tracks on the ground.
"Not long after I left, Asker's information said that no one had been to this house for a long time. The heavy rain a few days ago had washed away dust and accumulated dust at the door. There were only two tire tracks here, one from coming and the other from leaving. , continue to go deeper into the northern industrial zone, if nothing else, they plan to leave by air transportation."
