The Dark King - Chapter 1069

In the town outside the chariot, dudean didn't see the gorgeous railway tracks in the air, nor the glittering steel buildings. There were only ordinary concrete and brick bungalows, as well as a lot of plain dressed civilians, riding rusty bicycles in the streets. It was like the old feeling of 80 years, which was far from the prosperous urban area full of the sense of future science and technology.

He also saw ragged scavengers lying on the side of the road, skinny and surrounded by flies. The civilians around him could not avoid them and cover their noses.

"The factory is in the suburbs?" Dudean asked Rocco.

Rocco instinctively trembled for a moment, and even said, "Mr. Du, don't be impatient. The wilderness outside the factory building is still a long way from here, but at the speed of our pushley chariot, it will be here soon."

Du Di'an frowned slightly and said, "this city was built by your ancestors. Since the population of the city is not so large, why enclosure such a large area?"

Rocco said with a wry smile: "in the past, the population in our city was much larger than it is now. Later, because of the pollution of water resources, more and more people were infected by nuclear radiation, which affected the fertility and reduced the number of offspring. Moreover, after the establishment of government agencies in the central city, people from the edge of the city moved slowly to the city center. For a long time, people in the towns near the city center were full of people However, the suburbs have become ghost towns and no one lives there. Only these damned scavengers live in those ghost towns. "

Tudian was silent.

Just then, there was a gunshot in front of him.

Dudean and Rocco looked forward and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a potbellied police officer rolled down the window and shot a scavenger in front of him in the open road.

The chariot soon passed by the dead scavenger, and a corpse fell to the ground. He was a child of seven or eight years old. His eyes were fixed on one place, forever fixed.

"Why are they called scavengers?" Duidian, looking out of the window at the suburban road, asked Rocco.

Rocco slightly covered his nose and frowned. It seemed that through the window, Rocco could smell something bad. Seeing dudean asked, he did not hide his dislike and disgust. He said, "these things are like rats. They look for food everywhere. No matter what they are, they are called scavengers. They are full of bacteria and viruses. Mr. Du must not get close to them Even if you are a demon warrior like Mr. Du, you may not be able to resist the virus. Moreover, these things can not be killed completely. If you kill a number of them, another batch will emerge. "

After hearing what he said, dudean's brow could not help frowning. He noticed that Rocco used "these things" twice in a row to refer to these scavengers, which should have been his own kind. Moreover, listening to this meaning, the scavengers were just people who were seriously affected by nuclear radiation. Urban elites such as Rocco and the middle-aged people in tuxedos who met before knew nothing about these scavengers Eat all, but never thought, if not too hungry, who would like to eat garbage?

Sympathy and compassion are for the weak, but in their eyes, these scavengers may not even be the weak, just as people see the cockroach's first reaction is to pick up a slipper and kill it.

This kind of regional discrimination has never disappeared since the old times. Just like "outsiders" and "countrymen", even the people who speak will not feel that their words are discriminatory, but only as a form of address.

Thinking of these, dudean had a dull feeling. He leaned back on the back of his seat. His body swayed slightly with the chariot, and his mind gradually drifted away.

Half an hour later, the chariot drove from a dry plain to a green area. There were more than a dozen giant windmills outside the green space. In addition, many solar panels were paved on the ground to absorb heat.

Xuehan pushes open the door and jumps first, followed by Rocco.

Du Di'an also got up and bent down to get out of the car. His feet naturally stepped down from Song Ming's face.

After Du Di'an got off the bus, Song Ming immediately turned over and got up. He felt his neck was twisted a little stiff, like a stiff pillow. He bit his teeth and twisted it hard. He only heard a click of his neck bone, which made him feel much more comfortable. However, the burning pain on his face was still there. He clenched his fist and did not dare to look at the snow culvert outside the car. He just glanced from under her clothes to know her position Then he jumped out of the car, clenched his fists, and looked at him bitterly.

Du Di'an turned his head and saw Song Ming's eyes. With a faint smile, he said, "you can hate me, but you can't challenge me, you know?"

Song Ming felt his anger rush to the top of his head and almost burst out. However, he managed to bear it. He turned his head and clenched his fist. His body trembled slightly with anger. The meaning of Du Di'an's words was that he could hate him, but he could not show it in front of him. Even if he hated, he could only hate him from the bottom of his heart!

This is not to him at all, total contempt!

Xuehan looks at Song Ming and sighs at his fist. She knows that Song Ming has always wanted face and is extremely proud. Now she is completely despised. She thinks that she has been mad with hatred.

However, seeing that Song Ming could not resist the attack, she was relieved and looked at him highly."Mr. Du, please." Rocco opened his mouth in time. It seemed that he was trying to make a comeback for Song Ming, but he was very happy. In his eyes, Song Ming was no different from Du Di'an. They were ugly demon warriors, and they also called themselves gods? Pooh!

Luo Ke led the way forward, Du Di'an and Xue Han followed, and song and Ming Dynasties fell at the end.

As he walked along, Du Di'an suddenly slapped his back hand and slapped it. Song Ming was caught off guard. He fell down on the grass and looked at him with a dull face. He was puzzled, but soon his eyes were red and he was furious. He grabbed the grass on the ground and crushed the grass. His body trembled with anger and roared: "what do you do ？！”

Snow Han and Rocco also have some doubts, looking at dudean want to talk.

"I said, you can hate me, but don't provoke me." Du Di'an took back his hand and said faintly, "it's your fault to show the intention of killing behind me."

Xue Han and Luo Ke suddenly realized that Xue Han quickly raised Song Ming and said, "wait until you go back. You can go ahead with me."

Song Ming shook off her palm, bit her teeth, frowned and walked forward quickly, and soon got rid of several people.

Rocco coughed softly and said, "Mr. Du, this way, please."

A few people went to the middle of the grass. Behind several rows of solar panels, there was a small bungalow made of metal. Dudean took a look at the bottom of the bungalow with a perspective. It was an underground processing plant. It was very broad, with a lot of machinery and workers.

There is a guard in front of Xiaoping's room. He stops Song Ming in front of him. "Please show me your ID card."

Song Ming was furious and roared: "blind your dog's eyes. I just left here. Can't you see?"

Several guards were slightly cold, and one of them held up a suspected laser gun and said, "if I don't show my ID card, I'll shoot!"

Song Ming was so angry that he shivered and his face was livid. He took out his identity card from his pocket and threw it on the guard.

The guard takes a look, nods and returns the ID card to him.

"A few watchdog dogs waiting for me!" Song Ming put up his ID card and walked into the small bungalow in anger.

Rocco takes dudean and Xuehan to the guard and presents a document in his hand. The guard opens it and takes a look. He nods and then walks aside.

In the bungalow there is an elevator leading to the underground factory.

When he came to the first floor of the factory, he saw a huge gold sculpture. He was a beautiful young man with an oriental face.

"This is the founder of our lockfield consortium, lockfeibok." Rocco saw the gold sculpture with a respectful face and introduced it to dudean.

"This is the handsome guy I've seen next to the God of technology, close to perfection." Next to the snow Han looked at the face of the gold sculpture, a smile on his face.

"The perfect man is the God," he said lightly

"The God of science and technology is the God of perfection!" Rocco laughs.

"The perfect God is the devil." Said dudean, chuckling.

Rocco and Xuehan are stunned. Their smiles disappear. Rocco frowns and says, "Mr. Du, don't talk nonsense. It's a felony to slander the God of science and technology. OK, let's go." With that, he took dudean to the office on the first floor of the underground processing plant.

Knock on the door.

"Come in."

Rocco pushed the door in. Inside was a strong man with rough body, thick arms and round head. He was sitting on a rotating office chair. There were two bottles of red wine on the table in front of him. He wore several thick gold rings on his fingers. He looked very rustic.

"Manager." Rocco complimented.

The strong man looked up and saw that he fell on dudean and said in a coarse voice, "is this the demon family?"

"This is Mr. dudean, from magic wall." Rocco airway.

The strong man snorted, got up and said, "I know, you have nothing to do here. Go back."

Rocco nodded, turned away from the office, and his task was over.

"You come with me." The strong man said to dudean and walked straight out of the office.

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