"No need." Su Mingan said.
He didn't feel the cold at all. Even when facing the cold wind, it didn't affect his movements.
"Oh, whatever you want." Myron snorted.
...This guy named Lewis is so arrogant, does he think he is living in thirty years ago?
After unloading the cargo, Myron climbed into the driver's seat and the truck started off again.
"Isn't this District 11? Where else are we going?" Su Mingan said.
Steel, the co-pilot, chuckled, "We're going to take you to the information registration office. You're a newcomer, so you need to get an ID. Otherwise, if you're caught by the patrol team in the city, you'll be considered a spy."
"When the time comes, it will be - 'click'." Iron wiped his neck and said, "They don't care whether you are a big shot who hibernated thirty years ago. You don't have any special privileges."
Su Mingan didn't say anything.
If he wants to join the camp, it is best to get a legal identity first.
"You'd better behave yourself." Steel said, "You don't have any 'source' in you. You are so weak that you can't go out of the city to explore. If you want to survive in the city, the best you can do is some waiter work."
Su Mingan, who was described as "weak as hell": "..."
The direction the truck was heading was becoming more and more remote, as if it was climbing a mountain, getting further and further away from the core of District 11, and the surrounding greenery was constantly falling behind.
"Looking at your temperament... being a waiter is such a waste." Tietie smiled slightly: "I think there is a better place for you. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you are very suitable for that place..."
"Swish--" the truck braked suddenly.
They arrived at a hilltop villa.
The villa covers a vast area, with not only a large garden but also a golf course that looks like a large playground. A white fence surrounds the land, and there is a creamy scent in the air.
The car door was wide open, and Gangtie suddenly stretched out his hand and tried to push Su Mingan down.
Su Mingan had anticipated this. He clenched his hand with his backhand, and with a "crack" sound, the sound of bone breaking was heard.
Before Gangti could scream, Su Mingan stretched his hand forward and snapped the man's neck with a "click". Myron, who was standing next to him, immediately raised his gun and shot at Su Mingan.
"bite--"
The bullet hit Su Mingan's chest, as if it had hit a piece of hard brick, and it didn't even penetrate his inner armor.
"You--" Myron never expected that Su Mingan, a guy without any "source" in his body, would burst out with such terrifying power.
With a "click", Su Ming'an bent his gun, grabbed Mellen's throat with one hand, leaned forward, and burst out with terrifying strength, pressing the sturdy Mellen against the steering wheel, ready to break Mellen's neck at any time.
"Let me ask you... where is this place?" Su Mingan pointed to the gorgeous and beautiful villa area outside.
Myron's face turned pale and he couldn't struggle.
...Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
How come he could encounter such a monster just by picking up someone in the hibernation chamber? He clearly couldn't sense the other party's "source" aura!
"This is Lin Guang's temporary residence in District 11. He has been patrolling District 11 recently..." Myron answered stutteringly.
"Who is Lin Guang?" Su Mingan asked.
"Lin Guang is the agent of 'God'. He is someone we cannot disobey. He can decide our life and death at will..." Mellen said:
"He, he likes all people with black hair and gray eyes, no matter if they are men or women, old or young... There are not many such people, and we finally found one today. So, I want to exchange you for money..."
Su Mingan frowned.
...Is this Lin Guang a kind of Pope? This world looks very sci-fi, but people actually believe in gods?
Science fiction and fantasy mixed together, what kind of messed up weird world is this?
"What god are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.
"No, I can't tell you." Myron looked desperate. "I'll die if I tell you. I'll die!"
"I let you speak." Su Ming'an's fingers moved down, close to Myron's thick neck, and the extinguished black light had melted the surface skin.
Myron's eyes, which originally looked sticky and obscene, revealed extreme fear. He was struggling inside, and deep fear was suppressing his lips.
"Crack." Su Ming'an stretched out his left hand and crushed Mellen's left metacarpal bone.
In the Ming state, he is very strong and can play "pinching" games on people's bones. It's as easy as crushing instant noodles, and the pinching is a bit addictive.
"Ugh, ahh ...
"The gods are the gods who rule over our world! Although they never show their faces, they can indirectly rule our world by training 'agents' among humans. We must listen to the whispers ringing in our ears. Anyone who disobeys the oracle will be executed -"
Myron's words stopped abruptly.
A silver-white bullet with butterflies and lilies engraved on it hit the car from the right side of Myron's temple with a "ding-ling" sound. Only after it hit the ground did blood begin to flow from Myron's temple.
The shot was so fast that even Su Mingan couldn't sense that someone was aiming at him.
Su Mingan looked to the left and saw a man holding a gun.
Through the shattered car window, Su Mingan saw the man - his face was expressionless and bloodless, like a dead person crawling out of a grave. His pale hair was glowing magenta, like bright blood in the white snow.
This man looks very similar to man number six from the night meeting, except that his facial features are more childish and softer.
The white-haired man moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Su Mingan. His extremely indifferent eyes were like a transparent mirror that could reflect everything.
"Are you Lin Guang?" Su Mingan said.
He realized that this was the person that Myron feared so much—the most powerful person in the world, who could control the life and death of everyone.
...This Lin Guang was extremely powerful. If Lin Guang had aimed at him before, he might not have been able to dodge.
He wouldn't... run into the faction boss again at the start, would he?
Lin Guang didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly, as if observing him - observing the characteristics of Su Mingan's black hair and gray eyes.
Su Mingan noticed that in this villa, some people were standing there stupidly, as if they had lost their souls; some were sitting on swings with their heads down, motionless; and some were locked in a golden iron cage, with lifeless eyes, like a bird in captivity.
They have one thing in common - they all have black hair and grey eyes.
They looked silly, like exquisite dolls dressed in gorgeous clothes.
Like... carefully collected "objects of appreciation", stripped of their personality, shattered their souls, leaving only their pure appearance.
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