Chapter 95

Today, the Desire Market Company building seems to be shrouded in a cold and oppressive atmosphere.

The head of sales has a document that needs to be delivered to the general manager's office.

He went up once, then came back in a panic, threw the document to his junior staff, and instructed: "You, go up and give it to the chairman now."

The young clerk took the document timidly.

He carefully glanced at his supervisor's face, and had a feeling that something terrible might have happened, so he walked in fear all the way.

I haven't even reached the office door yet.

Bang!

There was a gunshot in the office!

The body fell down quickly and the blood flowed out through the crack of the door quickly.

Looking at the tip of his shoe soaked in blood, the young worker's face turned pale and he took several steps back.

The middle-aged man's roar did not stop: "Dealing with that monster was a sure thing, but you guys messed it up! Ten secret decoy missiles, twenty armored vehicles, and thirty fighter planes, do you know how big the loss is?! Even if you have hundreds of lives, it's not enough to compensate!"

A trembling rebuttal came from inside: "But, but the intelligence didn't say that there were two S-level mutants in that sea area. We didn't expect that they didn't fight like this!"

Who could have imagined that?

People don't know much about the S-Class, but the A-Class isn't particularly rare.

They are fierce and powerful, and are like tyrants who have the final say within their territory. Other mutants of the same level can cause a bloody storm even if they just accidentally pass by.

The A-class is so brutal and powerful, not to mention the S-class which is a level higher in strength.

But what they encountered that day was that the three S-class whales not only did not fight, but got along peacefully with each other. One of them even lent a hand when the blue whale was about to get into trouble, and dealt a heavy blow to them!

The voice reporting was filled with fear: "Those S-class monsters are too scary. We can't fight them at all. In just a blink of an eye, all the armored vehicles were swept away by the tsunami! We left the armored vehicles quickly and nothing happened. Otherwise, everyone would have died. Everyone would have died..."

The office fell into a deathly silence, and then the middle-aged man's cold voice rang out: "Check."

"Find out when those two S-class monsters arrived in the southern region and what kind of monsters they are. Immediately report this to the First Base and tell them that there was a disruption in the mission. Ask them how to resolve it."

Before he finished speaking, the company building beneath his feet shook.

"What's wrong?" "What happened?" "What happened!"

The workers on the ground floor of the building, who were so busy that they were dizzy, hurriedly held on to the tables and chairs, and the red wine glass in the supervisor's hand fell to the ground.

The patrol team's hands loosened in panic, and the civilian who was dragged into the corner of the building for lynching raised his bruised head.

The boss in the office, who was covered in gray hair and fat, didn't bother to comfort his bedmate. He panicked and picked up his pants from the sofa, shouting in a panic, "What's going on?"

Soon everyone realized that the problem was not with the building.

There is no sunshine today and the weather is dark, like a canvas covered with gray fuel.

The bright light was like a spear, cutting through the sky, and then split into several white lights in mid-air, like dazzling fire trees and silver flowers, accurately hitting the edge of the large lake next to the market!

Boom!

The roar of artillery fire was fierce, flames shot up into the sky, and the entire earth was shaking!

The middle-aged man in the office seemed to have seen something unbelievable and quickly moved to the glass curtain wall.

Unexpectedly, the explosion was so powerful that the invisible afterwaves rushed rapidly in all directions, and the first to be hit was the glass wall in front of him!

Bang! Bang! Bang! …

As if a chain reaction had occurred, several connected glass curtain walls burst in unison, with sharp fragments splashing in all directions.

“Ahhh!”

The middle-aged man and his secretary fell to the ground, blood mixed with the broken glass fragments fell to the ground, the pain was unbearable for a moment, and they howled uncontrollably.

After the secretary finished shouting, she found that the middle-aged man was also in trouble. She hurried to support him, but she didn't notice that there was a piece of debris under her palm. When she exerted force, she pressed deeper into the other person's body.

"Get out of my way!" The middle-aged man screamed in pain again and climbed up using his hands and feet. His whole body was in a horrible state and looked terrible.

After a moment of chaos, they were finally able to look at the glass curtain wall in front of them.

The wall was gone, leaving only countless broken frames and half a piece of glass hanging on the shelf, shaky and about to fall. It looked so desolate.

The middle-aged man didn't care about these things. A trembling voice of fear burst out from his throat: "Intercontinental missiles! There are national-level armed forces invading the southern region. Find someone, find someone to support, go quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on the white light that suddenly appeared again in the gloomy sky, as if he saw the sickle of the god of death raised high, and he was rapidly retreating.

"No, no, it's too slow to find people, they want to blow this place up...!"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with his legs gone soft. He quickly got up, his forehead covered with sweat, and grabbed the secretary's collar and shouted, "Tell someone to prepare a car for me right now!!"

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The little panda scratched the outer shell of the missile launcher and tapped it with its paws curiously: "Is this big guy the most powerful nuclear weapon in human hands?"

Purple Squirrel picked up a handkerchief and slowly wiped the dust off his hair. "No, the weapons factory here doesn't have the resources. That's a conventional MIRV."

It is quite satisfied with the result, and feels that the months of hard work have not been in vain.

But even conventional warheads can destroy the Desire Trading Market in minutes. Because there are still some innocent people in the market, they focus their fire on the lake.

Wen Xin had heard Scar Man say before that the resources of freshwater lakes had been monopolized by the market a long time ago. Apart from flowers and plants, only people from the Desire Market were stationed there.

The little panda looked at the place where the flames were, and hissed in pain: "If you get hit, it will look painful."

The little walrus lay in the water basin, holding the edge of the basin with its claws and looking: "It turns out that humans have such dangerous weapons."

The scale viper looked as if it was facing a powerful enemy, and said solemnly: "If we encounter it, we must hide from it."

The little panda took it very seriously and shrank back, withdrawing his hand from the steel giant.

But the little walrus immediately followed up with a sentence: "The hair will fall off and the skin will break."

The scale viper looked unhappy: "Yes, the most important thing is the scales...the hair will be blackened by the smoke."

Little Panda: “???”

The other people in the armory were totally unable to make light of the situation like the purple squirrel; their pupils were trembling.

"You actually did it, you..."

The director didn't know what to say. He stretched out his hand excitedly, but then felt that this action was very offensive to the little squirrel, so he took it back in panic.

The purple squirrel nodded, not noticing his colorful and complicated mood at the moment, and jumped directly onto Wen Xin's shoulder: "Wen Xin, how do you feel about the touch?"

The warm feeling is indescribable.

He was equally excited, and followed the people at the arsenal to adjust the missile's accuracy and analyze the specific landing point. Even before pressing the launch button, his fingers were shaking slightly.

But Wen Xin soon discovered the problem: "There is a small deviation between the actual aim and the prediction, and the launch time is also a few seconds slow. Just in case, it is best to check it out."

Purple Squirrel nodded thoughtfully: "I just discovered that, too. I'll ask them to re-debug the missile data later."

After listening to this conversation, the people in the ordnance factory, who were professionals and understood how incredible the situation was, could only bow down to the man and the group.

Their hearts were filled with shock and they only wanted to weakly ask:

Do you realize that this horrible creature was created with bare hands?

It is already a miracle to be able to launch successfully. To still require such high precision is simply unheard of!

Having solved a big problem, the purple squirrel was finally able to leave with peace of mind. He stretched his back refreshed, turned around and looked at the director who had not yet come to his senses.

"After I leave, if Desire Market comes looking for trouble with you again, use this big gang to attack them. But be careful to use it sparingly, because a shot is very expensive."

The director moved his lips and asked reluctantly, "Director, are you really leaving?"

"Yes, I told you before." The purple squirrel stretched out his little arms and put them on the back of Wen Xin's head. "My home is not here. I have to go home with them."

Everyone in the arms factory looked at Wen Xin.

At that moment, Wen Xin seemed to see very strong envy and jealousy in their eyes.

The director was also full of resentment, but he quickly calmed down and put on a kind smile on his upright face: "Then, Mr. Wen, would you be interested in staying for a few more days? You have been through a lot, and we haven't treated you well yet."

The people at the ordnance factory reacted instantly.

The director's method is really clever. By keeping Wen Xin and the others, he is also retaining the factory director in disguise!

The envy in their eyes instantly turned into fighting spirit. They surrounded Wen Xin like stars surrounding the moon, asking about his well-being and even pulling up their sleeves to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Wen Xin: “…”

Wen Xin is used to it.

He stretched out his left hand and methodically pushed away the hand that was wiping the sweat.

Reach forward with your right hand to block the tea held in the workers' hands.

He pushed his hands forward and put a safe distance between himself and the director, who was looking at him with affection.

After doing all this, Wen Xin maintained a calm demeanor, smiled and looked back at the pairs of expectant eyes in front of him: "Then stay for another two or three days."

Whoosh!

Everyone at the Arms Factory immediately cheered in joy!

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Wen Xin knew that everything would not be fine after launching the missile. After being attacked by the arms factory, the desire market would definitely react.

The reason why he didn't leave immediately was that there were still some follow-ups to the matter that had not been resolved.

Wen Xin did not rest that day and brought Tuanzi to the gate of Desire Market.

However, the scene of the Desire Market ready to go that he expected did not appear, and there was not even a single armored vehicle to be seen. There was only a slum area celebrating.

People were shouting and telling each other: "Everyone guarding Moon Lake is dead. Everyone, go get some water! If you go too late, there might be none left!"

Hearing this, all the survivors with hands and feet in the tents crawled out, their eyes even red with excitement.

"Are you telling the truth?" "You're not lying to us!" "Are they really all dead?"

"What he said is very likely. I saw the direction where those shells hit was over there on the lake!"

"No one cares, everyone can answer it!"

In an instant, people picked up the largest containers in their homes and rushed towards the direction where the crowd was gathering.

Even the old lady in her seventies wiped her face full of dirt and wrinkles, and picked up the plastic basin tremblingly.

When she walked past Wen Xin, the latter heard a weak mosquito-like murmur with a crying tone.

"God has eyes, why don't you just blow up those bastards..."

Winsingdon paused, then raised his eyes to look at the skyscraper that towered into the sky in front of him.

It was also at this time that he saw the man with the scar.

The scarred man was grinning, looking very happy. He was still holding the plastic basin with koi fish patterns in his hand, and was carefully explaining something to the young man with glasses next to him.

Judging from the gestures, it seems that he is telling the other party to stay at home and not run around.

Suddenly, the scarred man raised his head as if he sensed something, met Wen Xin's eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

Wen Xin nodded slightly towards the scarred man as a greeting.

He led the group forward.

The crowd was all running outside, only Wen Xin and his friends were following the crowd in the opposite direction towards the skyscraper.

As we walked, the garbage-strewn ground gradually became clean and tidy, the street lights were polished to a shine, and magnificent buildings replaced the dirty tents and adobe houses.

Wen Xin saw a fat and big-eared man rushing out of the house dragging a suitcase, with the woman and child behind him chasing him, crying bitterly.

The man looked sullen: "The army is coming to clean up the Desire Market. I can't even protect myself, how can I care about you? Get out of here!"

"You can't take away everything in the house. If you take everything away, what will we do?!"

The woman was pushed to the ground.

The child cried out, "Mom!"

The man was in a hurry and didn't notice Wen Xin was right in front of him. He bumped into him and let go of the suitcase.

The suitcase fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The woman raised her head and saw the zipper gap on the suitcase that had not been zipped up in time. She was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the sobbing child beside her, and the next second her eyes became stern. She opened the suitcase at a rapid speed, picked up the bag of gold bars with one hand, grabbed the child with the other hand and ran away.

The man covered his head, swearing, and turned around. Seeing this, he shouted heartbreakingly: "Bitch! Stop right there! Bitch!"

He didn't even bother to settle the score with Wen Xin, and hurriedly stood up to chase it. The Scaled Adder glanced at him and hooked its tail around his ankle.

Plop!

The man fell face down again.

Ignoring the man lying on the ground and masturbating, Wen Xin continued walking forward without looking around.

The closer we got to the skyscrapers, the more similar fleeing scenes we saw. People in suits and ties no longer had the proper elegance and grace; instead, they looked panicked and were running everywhere.

The scene before him was quite dramatic, beyond Purple Squirrel's expectation: "They didn't fight back?"

This group of people are obviously the central figures who control the market. It is understandable that ordinary people would run away, but why would these people also run away?

When he arrived in front of the skyscraper of the market company, Wen Xin saw that the exquisitely decorated door was open, and the inside was empty, with only a few young employees huddled in a corner, at a loss.

Just a few missiles can scare a powerful organization into fleeing in panic, leaving the warehouse empty.

The purple squirrel said with emotion: "The effect is really good."

Others were not as quick to react.

It was not until a day later that some people realized that the leading force that ruled this area had actually run away with all their belongings!

Some were confused, some were panicked, but more were cheering excitedly.

No more having to pay unsustainably high venue fees, no more having to live like a dog, no more having to worry about offending the patrol team.

They covered their cheeks and cried with joy, as if they had been walking in darkness for many days and suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

At the same time, the purple squirrel was tying Wen Xin's hair, using the tricolor rope knot it had woven.

"The scale of the desire market is huge. If there is no one to support it for a while, it is very likely to cause violence, looting, plundering and mutual slaughter. If the people from the weapons factory need it, they can be called over to calm the situation, and then they can take over those resources and expand their own power."

"I've already told them. They can handle it themselves." The little squirrel patted his head gently. "Don't move."

The little squirrel's claws are very nimble. Wen Xin watched its movements in the mirror and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration of its superb skills.

However, he still preferred neat short hair. He touched the loose ends of his hair and didn't expect it to have grown so much. He said, "It can just be cut short."

"That's such a waste. Wen Xin, you don't even know how good your foundation is."

Originally, mutants could not appreciate human appearance, but as they saw more humans, they developed a sense of aesthetics.

After the little squirrel finished braiding his hair, he turned around and proudly showed his work to the other kids: "Look!"

The other group's eyes sparkled: "Wow."

Wen Xin is a handsome man who tends to be gentle and elegant, which just fits the style of an elegant young man in ancient times. He has a strand of hair on both sides of his temples, and his long black hair falls down to his shoulders like a waterfall. When he glances at you, his eyes are like the breeze and the bright moon, which makes people feel excited.

The purple squirrel twirled the scissors in his hand: "Perfect!"

When he accidentally saw those handsome men's hairstyles in ancient costumes on TV, he wanted to dress up like this for a long time.

"What's so beautiful about it?" Wen Xin felt something was wrong and reached back again, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Did you give me a wig?"

"But it's really beautiful." The purple squirrel asked his companions for approval, "Don't you think so?"

The dumplings nodded vigorously in agreement.

Purple Squirrel was still interested: "I know of a hairstyle that would suit Wen Xin. Would you like to see it?"

The usually calm little walrus hesitated and said, "Yes!"

Scaled Tree Viper: "Wait a minute, I'll go get a camera from a human."

The little panda jumped up and said, "Can I help you?"

Wen Xin: “…”

I always feel like I have turned into a giant Barbie doll.

Wen Xin couldn't do anything about them. Seeing that the dumplings were so excited, he smiled helplessly and let them do whatever they wanted.

Just as the gang was re-styling the young man's hair, people from the arms factory arrived.

"Mr. Wen, we have searched through all the existing geographical books and data. There are more than ten large rift valleys discovered in the world, and none of them is called Dragon Skeleton."

The man asked uncertainly, "Generally speaking, unless it's a gimmick to attract tourists to a tourist attraction, no local would give it such a weird name. Are you sure your family is really in this Dragon Skeleton Rift Valley?"

【Author’s words】

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