Chapter 1117: Fierce Fight! Master and Disciple 14 (Part 2)

Society is a huge furnace, and the furnace itself requires carrying capacity, endurance, and temperature. The temperature can only get higher and higher, dissolving all metal lumps, forming molten liquid, and filling the furnace. When the temperature is reached, society is formed. At this time, the temperature that is too high or too low will either dissolve the furnace itself, or the cooled metal block will return to a solid state.

What color is the future?

What you see is like a furnace, hot and steamy, with a pungent metallic smell everywhere.

Everything you see, think, and know will eventually disappear in this melting pot!

What I want to explain is just a concept, or an effect. Your life, your career, your emotions, everything you expect will become part of the molten liquid. The funny thing is that people will always be stupid.

People have built the huge melting pot of society time and time again, and the melting pot has been overturned time and time again. When the furnace is overturned, the molten liquid released will swallow everything, and finally leave hard and dark condensation on the ground. Things, the only lingering thing is the wailing all over the sky.

Be warned, don’t try to build a layer-by-layer society. A stable society should not have only one form, one model, and one structure. How to build all of this? Please refer to geology, pressure and Time coexists and becomes a direct proportional relationship.

I believe you can find the answer. Human beings have failed time and time again in the melting pot society. Please stay vigilant and pay attention at all times. Once the melting pot is overturned, everything will return to the starting point.

Finally, what I want to say is that you may not be able to change everything, but just like geology, pressure is directly proportional to time. If you have time, please remember that time is a good thing. Excessive pressure will eventually As time goes by, more powerful carrying capacity is produced. Geology is so wonderful!

The land can carry more and more things as time goes by, and time is the catalyst!

by Destroyer of Worlds

x stood quietly on the street, reading a pamphlet from a small bookstall on the street on the ground floor.

"Sir, it only costs 50 cents. This is something from centuries ago and has value for collection and preservation."

x unhurriedly took out 100 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the boss. His eyes were serious and extremely angry. The boss was a little embarrassed because he had no change.

Keep the change, please.

x put away this small booklet with a black leather cover and the words Destroyer of Worlds printed on it. The memories of the past were constantly awakening. He really didn’t expect that he would see the destruction of the world in a small market like the ground floor. author’s remarks.

A lunatic, a paranoid man, a madman in the scientific community, and a topical figure in the public opinion community, x burst out laughing and walked quickly through the streets.

In the eyes of

Looking at the brand new streets and the laughing crowd, X closed the booklet and carefully put it into his arms, clenching his fists.

"It's a very smart approach to extend human lifespan, delay the time when the furnace is torn down, and start planning the countermeasures after the furnace is torn down. You guys are really excellent, so excellent that it surprises me."

x pressed his forehead, and his memory had begun to revive. He walked happily on the street, enjoying all the pleasure that the revived memory brought to him. He walked into the alley, took out the pamphlet, and raised one hand , took off his black leather gloves, revealing a pair of mechanical hands. Light blue gas was sprayed from his fingertips, and the booklet was soon burned.

"It's better to seal these useless memories at this stage. After all, they will affect my decision-making! Just enjoy the day first."

"What are you doing!"

A man shouted at the entrance of the alley. He shouted instantly that someone was setting fire. He immediately put on his gloves and ran away quickly.

Ten minutes later, , but x knew very well that the targets of these arsonists were members of the Hillman family.

"Oh, we have guests so early!"

A woman wearing only gauze pajamas came out of the room, looking at x with a smile.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong door."

x said that just as he was about to leave, the woman came over first and blocked the door.

"Now that you're here, I don't care if you are an arsonist or anything else, you are a guest when you walk in."

The woman's enchanting hands were spread on X's chest, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

X took out two hundred yuan. After putting it away, the woman leaned on X's shoulder.

"Guest, the service this time costs 10,000."

X widened her eyes, the woman had completely entangled herself, and she opened the corner of the door seam.

"Let's have fun, guest, I can provide you with any service, but"

"It's too expensive. It's only worth 50 yuan at most."

The woman shook her head.

"It's true that the maximum is 50 at a time, or even less than 50, but as a guest, you can only be slaughtered by me now. If you don't decide, I will call someone."

X took out a wad of money from his pocket and was helped into the back room by the woman with a smile, but at this time X seemed to have thought of something.

"If you are willing to do me a little favor, I can give you more than just 10,000. Well, I will send you to heaven first!"

The woman giggled.

"can you!"

Located in District 118 on the ground floor, this is a neighborhood on the edge. In a quarry workers' factory, there are many people gathered. Today is the morning of January 3, just after 8 o'clock, these people gathered here .

Some people came here last night, while others came early this morning. The sound in the warehouse seemed a bit noisy, and in the noise, there was anger. These large and small gang organizations came from various areas at the bottom.

They were summoned by a mysterious man today, who said he would give them a way to make a fortune. It was up to them to see if they dared to do it. They were also promised that this matter would be absolutely safe and would not involve any legal issues. As long as it was done slowly, If you do it slowly, you'll be fine.

Many people come here with a skeptical attitude. One of the most powerful organizations is the Crimson Tide. Porter, the leader of the gang, has been on the streets since he was more than 10 years old. He is brave and fierce. As a powerful The mutant is now just 25 years old and already has nearly 1,000 subordinates.

"What's the noise?"

Following Porter's roar, everyone in the factory instantly fell silent. The large and small organizations that came here all had been entrenched at the bottom for a long time and relied on many black or gray industries to make a living.

Drugs, women, and gambling are the three pillar industries currently engaged in by these large and small organizations. There are a total of 139 gangs, and many of them have hostile relationships due to interests.

In recent years, many gangs, large and small, have been destroyed directly. Weapons are something that these gangs dare not touch. In the past, many gangs continued to do so even after the city explicitly banned weapons. They all knew the outcome. The entire gang was directly destroyed. They were tortured and killed, and no one survived.

Everyone knows that it was done by people sent by the Congress. Nowadays, most of their operations rely on gambling and women. The risks of drugs are too high and can easily cause problems. Only some small groups are still doing it, but the output is small. Don't even dare to mention it.

Potter looked around angrily. The mysterious people who summoned them had not come yet. At this time, a masked man wearing black tights came in, followed closely by a masked man in the same costume. They were all carrying large, heavy boxes in their hands. Many of them were wondering what the items inside were, and many felt that they might be weapons.

"Okay, everyone, thank you for being here."

As the leader of the men in black spoke, Porter felt keenly that the matter was not simple. This was the mineral property of the Hillman family. The guy behind the scenes was most likely someone who had a very good relationship with the Hillman family, or was a member of the Hillman family. The family itself.

snap, snap, snap

For a moment, everyone present widened their eyes, and the gang leader who had just been joking about killing them if it was a weapon also shut up.

The big boxes on the table were filled with banknotes.

"real or fake?"

Someone casually walked over suspiciously and picked up a wad of money. The moment he held it in his hand, the man took out a gun and pointed it at the man in black.

"No matter what you want us to do, you should know that wealth should not be exposed, and who are we! Hahahaha."

In an instant, a large number of gangs blocked the surrounding doors, took out their guns, and pointed them at the man on the stage. The man did not panic at all despite the gun being held to his head.

Potter made a casual estimate. The 10 boxes of money were worth at least three to four hundred million. With such a huge sum of money sitting here, he would be a fool not to grab it. Potter also winked at his men.

A group of gang leaders walked up with smiles and grabbed the money inside.

However, in an instant, with a stream of air visible to the naked eye, the heads of each gang leader were cut off.

In an instant, many men in black appeared around the warehouse, accompanied by slanted bullets. However, at this time, everyone raised their hands obediently and had no intention of resisting. Potter's eyes widened. There were so many high-level mutants. , several of them were mutants who could use red particles, and the whole place was silent for an instant.

Along with the corpses of the leaders falling to the ground, the leader of the men in black said with a smile.

"These 8 guys died because they thought they were stronger than us. But don't you know that we have the ability to put money in front of you and not have the ability to deal with you? Okay, you should quickly choose a successor and the leader will stay. , the rest of the guys can go back."

In a short time, there were 139 bosses, 8 of whom were successor bosses who had just been killed.

Potter stared at the money quietly, and the only thing he could think of was loan sharking.

At this time, a tall leader named Batu with braids came over.

"A loan shark?"

The leader of the men in black clapped his hands and looked at the man with approval.

"We will provide the funds, and the lending business will be carried out by you. We 7 you 3!"

The leaders present were a little unhappy for a moment, but soon the leader of the men in black laughed.

"Any comments?"

Many people nodded in agreement. They were also doing loan sharking, but they didn't have that much money at all, and their lives were a little difficult. They had a large number of people to support and to provide benefits to the local management officials.

"Look for yourself. We don't care how much you earn or lose. You need to pay us 500,000 a month and return the remaining 20% ​​at the end of the year."

Everyone was stunned in an instant. They had to pay 8.4 million a year, and even if they did 10 million in high-interest loans, they could only make 600,000.

"Okay, you can start taking the money. Don't think about escaping. We can make you disappear without leaving any traces, including your family members. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

The leaders were still hesitating, but earning 600,000 a year was already a huge sum of money for them, and the more they did, the more they earned.

Many leaders only dared to take 1 million. Potter stared quietly. This kind of blood-sucking practice was naturally a good thing to be profitable, but the risks were also multiplied.

Many organizations had a maximum annual income of 100,000. Many people were told to leave after counting the money under the guidance of some men in black, and they would come to collect the money on the 3rd of next month.

"If there is not enough, you can use everything the user has to mortgage. It's your business how you do it. Remember it, don't forget it. On the 3rd of every month, starting from today, if you do well, the higher the amount, we can also give you a part of the bonus. As for the bonus, we will discuss it next year."

Porter smiled and directly selected 5 million. Many people looked at him in surprise, and some leaders of organizations also selected several million. Porter already understood what the other party wanted to do. Now most of the bottom areas are still under construction, and many businessmen are investing. As long as you target those businessmen and take their assets through usury, you can make money no matter what you do.

There are nearly 10 million people in the bottom, and most of them are short of money. With interest compounding within a month, it is easy to create more than 10 million in performance

Fry stood quietly on the long slope at the gate of the Academy of God, staring at the dazzling artificial sun in the east. His skin was pale, his lips were cracked, and he had no strength in his body.

Most people were too hungry to move. After nearly two days of suffering, hunger was torturing everyone's will every minute and every second.

But no one was willing to retreat. Even though many people felt worse than death, they knew clearly that as long as they stepped into this gate, they could rewrite their own destiny.

In the past two days, many students talked about their own things. Fry looked at the distance with a smile. There were really people like him here. Fry knew very well that the grief in his heart might not be compared with most people here.

Everyone wanted to seize the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because everyone knew that the opportunity to change their destiny might only come once in a lifetime. Once they let go, everything would return to the past grief.

"I would rather starve to death than leave here."

An eight or nine-year-old child with a weak breath smiled weakly. He came from an orphanage. He knew very well that if he went back, the ending would be the same. He would die, maybe a few days later, maybe a few years later.

Although Gary Locke was hungry, he leaned against the door and watched the will of a group of students in front of him become stronger. They had never thought about what the world behind the door would be like, and what life in school would be like in the future, but for them, it was full of hope.

The students inside the college seemed to be even more difficult. They did not need to endure the cold or thirst. The only thing they needed was to endure hunger.

The entrance of the cafeteria hall was empty, and there were no students around. Most of the students stayed in the dormitory, and there was a body data measurement system in the dormitory. Once any problem occurred to the students, Lolita would rush over.

Yu Susu was making breakfast. Lolita sat in front of the long food table, waiting quietly. The seven gods had not returned yet.

Tonight was the grand opening ceremony. Yu Susu had started preparing food for more than 600 people early in the morning. After suffering from hunger, as long as they survived, they could drink a bowl of thick soup, and then slowly eat something to restore their body functions.

At this time, accompanied by a series of landing sounds, Lolita hurriedly ran out, looking at the seven gods falling directly from the city wall, but Gene's face showed a trace of indifference.

"Principal, what is going on?"

"Sorry, Lolita, I want to take a rest."

Gene walked quietly to the school dormitory, and soon he came to the door of Alpha's room. After knocking on the door, Alpha opened the door soon, and she looked quite energetic.

"Uncle Gene, where did you go before?"

Gene entered Alpha's dormitory weakly. Alpha also noticed that Gene's face was a little wrong, so she sat over.

"What happened?"

Gene nodded and put his hand on Alpha's head.

"Is it difficult, Uncle Gene!"

Gene nodded.

"Is it so difficult that even power can't solve it?"

"Ah, power can't solve it."

Alpha looked at Gene in confusion, and squatted at his feet as if to comfort him.

"Then start school quickly and leave everything to us."

Gene smiled, but there was still bitterness in his smile. He looked at the sunlight sweeping in from the bed, and looked at it absent-mindedly.

A brown Beetle was speeding, and it stopped at the door of a hotel in District 29 with a creaking sound.

"Get in the car!"

Pullman stuck his head out, Wang Ying said a few words to the boss behind him, then turned around and walked over, got into the car, Freya and Baozhen were there, the car started to drive quickly, they were going to the hospital in District 88.

Chris was hospitalized, dying, and had fallen into a deep coma. It was said that it was a car accident. The doctor only found a few people's numbers from his mobile phone, and called Wu Qun at first, and then Wu Qun notified everyone.

Everyone decided to rush to the hospital. Freya in the car seemed a little panic, and Baozhen kept wiping tears.

"It's okay, he's very strong, it's okay."

Wang Ying looked panicked, holding the door handle with one hand, Pullman quickly drove onto the regional connecting road and directly increased the speed.

"This matter may not be that simple. Wu Qun was the closest, so he went there this morning."

Pullman said and called Wu Qun directly. Wang Ying held the phone, and Wu Qun picked up after a while.

"There are almost no vital signs. Where are you?"

"Just left the house."

Wang Ying replied.

Wu Qun laughed helplessly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Old Wu, this is not a simple matter. Car accident? Nowadays, cars have AI automatic recognition systems. If they encounter pedestrians, they will definitely activate the advanced braking system. Car accidents are rare now."

"Of course I know. He was sent by the local management officer. He said it was an accident. I have seen Chris's body and there are traces of beating."

In an instant, Freya held the phone angrily.

"Call the inspection team."

Pullman shook his head.

"Old Wu, you find a way to keep the evidence. You can't be impulsive about this matter."

Wu Qun nodded and said.

"All the evidence that should be kept has been kept early in the morning. The hospital does not intend to provide proof. I am still negotiating, but there should be a result soon."

In a corridor, Wu Qun hung up the phone and looked through the glass window at Chris, who was lying on the bed, his head wrapped, a tube inserted in his mouth, and his body was covered with bruises. The instrument next to him showed that his heart rate and pulse were very weak, and he could be brain dead at any time.

Wu Qun looked at another crushed phone. This was Chris's. He called Pullman yesterday. After checking the communication records, Wu Qun roughly understood that Chris's school was short of money. He should have gone to the local management office today to ask them for the funds that should belong to his school. As a result, it became like this.

"Don't you think it's better to call me and I'll give you an idea, Chris?"

Wu Qun smiled helplessly. He put one hand on the glass and thought quietly. Wu Qun checked Chris's school files and found that there was no such person as Chris. On the day of graduation, Chris went back to the lower class. He should have replaced someone from a family to go to school and wanted to get a diploma. Otherwise, those who could enter that school all had some family background, and Chris would not have to raise funds everywhere.

This situation was quite common when schools just started to rise on a large scale in those years and the gods had not yet issued relevant regulations.

Wu Qun sat on the bench, clasped his hands together and pressed his forehead, rubbing his cheeks. At this time, the dean came with some doctors. Wu Qun stood up with a smile, but some management officers followed him.

Wu Qun directly blocked the door of the ward.

"What do you want to do? His symptoms require transfer to another hospital now."

Wu Qun stretched out his hands.

"If the ventilator and life support device are unplugged now, he will die in less than 10 minutes."

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