I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"It's better to be cautious with these kinds of things, and the connections of a 'lost dog' boss are probably more valuable than those of a spy."

15 Second Association

Four refrigerated trucks were lined up in a row on the road to prevent anyone from seeing the cold air escaping from inside.

"The back alley butcher?"

"That's right. Too many people have died recently, and the stray dogs need to recoup some losses. It's a good opportunity to sell these fresh corpses."

It was forbidden to watch Zulu direct his underlings to move all the corpses into the refrigerated truck.

No wonder this group of people didn't leave the bodies for the cleaners to clean up last night, but instead collected them.

I guess the ones that didn't look good were thrown in the trash.

It turns out that the back alley cook and the street cleaner are actually competitors!

"Aren't we going to get double-crossed if we go there?"

Du Jue's vague memory tells him that the Butchers in District 23 do indeed engage in trade cooperation with gangs in other areas.

There are even chef's sourcing guides that rank the quality of goods from various channels, making it look like a Michelin rating system.

Aspiring chefs might even go hunting in the streets themselves.

"I don't know. This is my first time doing this business. Before, I only collected protection money from rats."

"This is just a trial run for the gang, but it's your only chance. Jingmei doesn't like doing things twice."

Zulu didn't care at all about revealing that he was also a newcomer in this field, and even mentioned District 23 with a hint of disgust.

The strong smell of blood made Du Jue feel nauseous, and the thought of making a deal with a group of cannibalistic lunatics made his stomach churn.

Why aren't there zombies in the city poisoning these idiots?

"Alright, all the goods have been loaded."

Du Jue sat in the passenger seat, and then Zulu stepped on the gas and drove the convoy away.

Leaning against the car window, I refused to look out at the dazzling neon-lit city.

Outside the mental hospital, there's a pregnant woman swinging her umbilical cord and hitting people with her placenta; on the gleaming trophy sign of a bar, there's a drunkard letting his pee out.

The area beneath the burning building was packed with people, and security guards were collecting entrance fees with knives in hand.

"There are mental hospitals in the city?"

"Hmph, those old men at Lobotomy Corporation have had their fill of coffee; they need to find something to do with their superficial acts of kindness."

"If they really wanted to build a mental hospital, they'd have to fence off the entire city."

Suddenly, Du Jue saw the bloodsucking cow cat again, leaping nimbly across the top floor of a high-rise building and rapidly approaching the convoy.

The tension that had just eased up immediately tightened again, and Du Jue stared at the dead cat, thinking about how to deal with this monster.

"Who is our contact person in District 23? Is he reliable?"

"Maybe so. Their flyers seem pretty reliable; they've even reached us."

The human cooking guide that they never remembered eating was actually made by these idiots.

After passing a speed limit sign on the roadside, Du Jue clearly noticed that the car slowed down.

"What's wrong? Do you want to park here and buy some extra goods?"

"Or is this your first time driving?"

Looking at this once tidy neighborhood, one sees a significant increase in the number of shops and mobile stalls lining the street.

"This entire area has paid money to the Second Association, so let's keep a low profile."

Is it really such a low-key thing to haul several truckloads of corpses on the main road?

And there's a Blood Demon Cat approaching from behind us!

"Zulu, have you ever seen a cat hissing at a car?"

"They kill several people every month; they're even dumber than rats."

"I mean the big kind."

Du Bu pointed at the rearview mirror, and Zulu immediately sat up straight after a casual glance.

A huge, blood-red monster came charging along the road, crushing steel cars under its feet.

"Damn it, it's that monster again?! Did you bring it here?"

"I'm innocent, Boss Zulu! If I had lured it here, would I still be alive today?"

"Damn it! Everything's over now!"

The chase lasted less than half a minute before vehicles bearing the Erxie logo appeared from the side road.

Du Jue peeked out into the howling wind and saw that the cars were packed with association members in their dark blue uniforms, which made his scalp tingle.

The association's finishers are certainly different from the guys at Run's Agency. They're all at least Tier 7, and the team leader might even be a Tier 5 finisher.

Moreover, this is the other side's home turf, where they have a large and powerful force. If they are intercepted, Du Jue will not even have time to explain himself before being executed on the spot.

"Don't just sit there like that, think of something!"

"If you're dead here, you're dead. Mentioning your name won't help!"

"You can't handle it yourself, and you're asking me?!"

Wait a minute, this cat seems to really enjoy sucking blood.

The idea of ​​opening the freezer door and throwing the body out to attract its attention was out of the question, but the bodies had already expired overnight, so that wouldn't work!

[Everyone stop for inspection!]

Those who refuse to cooperate will be executed on the spot!

Two cars suddenly rushed out from the intersection ahead, blocking the entire road. The people inside immediately got out and laid out a barrier strip covered with spikes.

Seeing that his path ahead was blocked, Du Jue immediately roared at Zulu.

"Let the car behind us come up, I want to jump on!"

"What are you going to do?"

"We're almost done for and you're still asking a million questions!"

Zulu immediately opened the communication and issued an order. The refrigerated truck that came later was only three meters away from them.

Clinging to the window, Du Jue jumped with all his might, barely managing to grab the opposite window sill.

Bang!

He hit his head, but instead of enduring the pain and dizziness, he struggled to lift his leg and squeeze into the driver's seat.

"Are you sick? Why are you squeezing in at a time like this?"

The two men at the front of the car were somewhat dissatisfied, with one of them gritting his teeth and gripping the steering wheel.

"Of course I'm here to open your two blood packs!"

Turn on the blood circulation pump!

To prevent a complainer from being stabbed in the throat, before the underling could even utter a curse, another stab was delivered.

We can take action against these gang scum without any guilt.

"Screw you!"

The two fresh corpses kicked away immediately brought the fleeing Blood Demon to a halt, and the association vehicles that were chasing closely behind all braked suddenly, creating chaos.

The person gripping the steering wheel immediately steered the vehicle to slow down and turn around.

boom!

The heavy refrigerated truck crashed into the association's vehicle, and Du Jue was only able to barely drive it thanks to his superhuman reflexes.

He had played KartRider before.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Du Jue only breathed a sigh of relief after escaping the neighborhood under the jurisdiction of the Second Association.

After that, Zulu led the way and drove a long way to Lane 23.

"I think I should take a part-time job as a taxi driver to hone my driving skills."

After driving for half a day, they finally stopped in the multi-story parking lot of the auto repair shop.

I almost threw up trying to avoid it.

Before he could catch his breath, he saw Zulu's unfriendly gaze.

What did you just do?

"Of course, it's about protecting the interests of stray dogs and helping cadres escape with their lives."

"You killed my henchman to stop that monster, why don't you die yourself?"

Du ignored the murderous glares from his four henchmen.

In the end, they are nothing more than a gang that bullies the weak and fears the strong, and the only difference between them and the rats is that they are a little stronger.

"Because it is the leader's will, they should be sacrificed for the greater good."

“I am the contact person assigned by Boss Jingmei, and you are a cadre of a stray dog.”

“Even though we are all good brothers, the brotherhood between the two of us is even stronger, and you should also be prepared to make the same sacrifice.”

Zulu became unusually angry and punched Dujue in the face.

However, Du Jue simply took a step back and easily dodged it.

“Zulu, I understand your grief, but the chief’s orders must continue.”

“Those were necessary sacrifices. Besides, you ordered them to come closer. I can’t command them.”

"Or are you going to form a gang within a gang, putting your own interests above the leader's orders!"

He couldn't live with his conscience as a traitor, but he had no guilt as an accomplice.

"How about this."

“Boss Zulu, you can be the good guy and I'll take the blame, but the gang’s business is the most important thing right now, so let’s go find the back alley butcher first.”

"Hmph, there won't be a next time!"

You're really taking the blame for my bad reputation?

Du Jue looked at Zulu's angry face and immediately knew that this guy was also a master of acting.

If he really cared about those brothers, he would have started fighting with them right now.

Clang clang clang.

The sound of a knife clinking came from the entrance of the parking lot.

16 The Butcher in the Back Alley

when?

Du Jue looked at the butchers emerging from the darkness of the parking lot and felt that her two eyes were not enough to see them.

Perhaps we could add a visual sensor to the radio, allowing the three prosthetics to continue working and thus gain a comprehensive view.

This parking lot is completely dark; there's no doubt they're deliberately putting on a show to intimidate us.

After all, the suppliers who sell human flesh to them are all ruthless gangs.

"In the deep alley, where people are quiet and footsteps are few, the chef smiles as the knife flashes."

"The aroma of the meat on the plate is so enticing that it makes diners' mouths water."

The woman who spoke had waist-length black hair, and yellow leather gloves and a leather apron concealed the details of her figure.

Du Jue, seeing the bloodstains on her apron under the car headlights, felt as if this group of people were hungry wolves sharpening their fangs in the jungle, ready to pounce and tear her apart at any moment.

Du Jue turned to look at Zulu, but Zulu looked at him instead.