More than ten minutes after Link left the alley, a van stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Four security personnel in black suits and sunglasses walked out of the car, as well as two professionals in white protective suits.

Two security guards set up a cordon at the entrance of the alley, and then stood by the side to guard with a serious expression.

Other security personnel and professionals entered the alley and immediately came to the dead female mutant.

After a check, the professional took off his mask and said, "It's completely dead."

One of the security guards inspected the scene and followed the bloodstains to the corpse from the alley where the battle began: "After the on-site survey, it can be confirmed that the experimental subject No. 777 has not activated its superpowers at present, and its physical fitness and data show that it matches the data, and there is no abnormality. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that his fighting style is a bit strange. At that time, the mutant obviously had 85% combat power, so why did he dare to run out from behind the cover? It's illogical."

"It is recommended to continue observing! By the way, what is the situation with mutants?"

"In addition to partially damaged brains, the body is still intact. It has not died for a long time, and the cell activity has not completely dissipated. There is also the value of studying anatomical research."

"A fire-type mutant corpse is valuable."

Soon, the man in black and the work clothes came out of the alley and carried out a mysterious black bag to quickly load the car.

The van quickly left at the site of the incident, as if nothing had happened.

Passersby glanced at it and could see a line of large characters printed on the shell of the van - United Pharmaceutical Company.

...

Ghost Fire v8 returns to the location that appeared last night - the side of the main road in front of Shadow Lane.

I came to Shadow Lane again and recalled what happened last night, as if I was a dream.

"Boss, am I going in too?" Ah Fu asked with a beautiful head in his arms.

Link waved and signaled Afu to come in together.

Although it is noon now, the news of Jack's turmoil should have spread.

At this time, it is definitely not a wise choice to let Ah Fu sit alone in the car with the Jack Gang logo printed on it.

Link and Afu entered the underground black market with a familiarity.

When passing by the dance floor, Link found that there were many beautiful dancers who were flirting with their eyes and twisted their waists at him, exuding charm.

Too real.

When I hadn't taken gene repair solution before, I couldn't even get a single attention.

Now it is the brightest star on the dance floor in a blink of an eye.

Link shook his head helplessly. If he was like this in the future, how could he hide in the crowd?

"Oh, this damn charm."

Link and Afu entered the subway station.

This time the two of them did not act separately and walked straight inside.

Some people must find it strange. Didn’t it be agreed to go to the Platinum Hotel? Why did Link come to the underground black market in a blink of an eye?

In fact, the Platinum Hotel in Shadu is located at the deepest part of the underground black market.

It even existed earlier than the underground black market.

Platinum Hotel has strict rules and provides customized services with very high specifications within, but can only be traded through omniscient coins circulated internally. This high-end service provides considerable convenience and enhancement for killers and bounty hunters who perform tasks.

However, there are only a few killers who can enjoy this high-end service, so some businessmen with a keen sense of smell began to set up stalls outside the Platinum Hotel, providing various services and selling various equipment and supplies.

Although it is not as high-end, elegant and upscale as in Platinum Hotel, it meets the needs of most killers and bounty hunters.

With the operation of the market, a large number of other buyers have also attracted.

Purchase demand + business opportunities = prosperous market.

So the person in charge of Shadu Platinum Hotel saw the business opportunity and began to formulate rules to integrate these fragmented markets, gradually forming the third largest force in Shadu - the underground black market.

The rules of the underground black market evolved from platinum hotels, so there are similarities in many places.

For example, those who have conflicts in action will be permanently expelled.

Link and Afu entered the black market.

Many merchants have started operating at noon, but there are only a few customers during the day. It is not until after 6 pm that customers will enter the underground black market one after another to reveal the "nightlife" in Shadu.

This time is often the case that merchants gather together in groups of three or three, move a small stool, pour a cup of tea, discuss Shadu’s recent hot topics, or gossip it, and it’s easy to survive the boring afternoon time.

"Have you heard recently that the Wasteland Gang in the desert accidentally angered the underground gods while digging ancient ruins, and directly stirred up a quicksand, and flooded all the mercenaries and slaves on the spot."

"I see, you must not believe all the things about gods and ghosts! What I heard is not like."

"Oh? Then tell me what's going on?"

The old man wearing a vest and sandwich leaned forward slightly and deliberately lowered his voice: "The news I got is that the Wasteland Gang has been researching a new technology recently and doing research underground. As for digging ancient ruins and deserts, it is all a cover! The reason for quicksand is that it is said that the underground research institute created a super human, and overturned the entire research institute alone."

"So the ancient ruins would sink, everyone died, only the super human escaped and took away the experimental data."

The person next to him waved his hand and looked disbelieving: "Tsk, is it as mysterious as what you said!"

The old man stared at the eyes of a copper bell, and he looked serious: "Don't believe it, kid. Please find someone you know to go to the Platinum Hotel to inquire and see if the Wasteland Gang offered a reward at the Platinum Hotel, and a reward of 30,000 waste coins to a slave! When have you ever seen a wasteland coins specifically paying for a slave? This slave is clearly the transformer with experimental data on his hands. This cannot explain the problem!"

What the old man said was concise and evidenced by facts, and people couldn't help but believe it.

After a while, someone around him exclaimed: "I just sent a message to my friend and asked him to check the reward from the Platinum Hotel. There is really this reward!"

The old man slapped the palm-leaf fan, enjoying the admiration and admiration of the young people around him, and a faint pretentious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You young people are broken in their patterns."

Link and Afu stood not far away, suppressed their smiles, and watched the old man give advice on his country and show off.

"Okay, we're leaving."

Link asked Ah Fu to leave.

He didn't expect that the Wasteland Gang's reward would reach Shadu so soon.

But isn’t the bounty of 30,000 yuan too little? Is he so worthless?

Afu approached Link and whispered: "Boss, is that old man talking about you? Also, we are wanted by the Wasteland Gang now, what should we do!"

Afu felt fear of the Wasteland Gang naturally.

His home and tribe disappeared because of the Wasteland Gang. The three words "Wasteland Gang" in the desert represent the supreme heaven and irresistible.

Link patted Ah Fu on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. The Wasteland Gang wanted me, they don't know the news of your escape. And I'm changing my face now, even if I stand in front of them, I can't recognize it. Have peace of mind, just pretend that there is nothing wrong with it."

Ah Fu thought about it and so was it.

I looked up and down at the boss and now I was wearing a suit, looking like a gentle young man, and had nothing to do with the slaves of the Wasteland Gang.

Link and Afu walked past the subway station and arrived at the largest trading square.

Now more than half of the stores here have not been opened yet, and the merchants that have opened are deserted.

Most people carry stools together, or light a cigarette and lean against the wall to chat.

The two of them passed by along the way and could hear a lot of mixed news.

Because it was a gossip and anecdote, it was very attractive at first glance, so Link and Afu's steps unconsciously slowed down.

"Did you hear that, the Mechanical God Cult has not been having a good time recently!"

When the people around him heard the Mechanical Divine Sect, their expressions suddenly became extremely exciting, and they all came over with small stools.

Everyone hates the Mechanical God Cult, so the melons about them must naturally taste delicious.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly?"

"I also heard someone say last night that a kind of gerbil appeared in the Gobi Desert, gnawing on Gobi plants and everything you can eat. When you find that there is a threat, it will turn into sand and disappear without a trace. I heard that the mechanical gods in the Gobi Desert have a headache for this."

"Oh! There are rats that can turn into sand, which is strange."

"That's not! But since the liquidation, there have been a lot of strange animals in the wild. You haven't seen a new batch of wild beasts coming to the Colosseum recently, and there are many mutant beasts."

"Really? You can go to the Colosseum to have fun that night. I happened to make a small profit recently and my hands were a little itchy."

When Afu heard the mouse turned into sand, his eyes lit up.

"Boss, the mouse that turned into a sand is not..."

But before he finished speaking, Link blocked his mouth.

Of course he heard that this was a gerbil.

But I didn't expect this little guy to harm the Mechanical God Cult.

It was really a mistake...

Link continued to move forward, but unexpectedly, in the afternoon, the news in the underground black market was circulating quite quickly. After a few steps, he heard several familiar things.

It's just these gossips, rumors, half true and half false.

If he hadn't been an eyewitness, he would have believed it like these melon-eating people.

The more you go in, the fewer people gather, and the fewer stalls gradually change from prosperity.
To be continued...