I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

The next moment, Du Jue was horrified to find that Oakes, who was covered in flames, had actually stood up and even tore off his charred eyelids, staring at him with his terrifying, discolored eyes.

Du Jue felt his hair stand on end; the deep-seated hatred seemed to be tearing at his fragile neck.

But he wasn't easily intimidated and immediately started mocking.

"Ox, I've given you fear and blood, aren't you satisfied?"

"Ugh."

As the third shot landed, Oakes' skin charred while simultaneously regenerating.

Even though the fiery humanoid could no longer discern any expression, everyone could still feel the ultimate pain of its flesh being repeatedly burned from its wailing!

"Get out of the way!"

The distant shouts jolted Du Jue back to reality; the terrifying Oakes was hurtling towards him at superhuman speed.

"What the hell do you need such advanced technology in a city?!"

Du Jue was terrified and immediately fled for his life without stopping. However, how could the Axe Gang members at the door let him go?

The ordinary gang members wielding double-edged axes were about to surround him, and Du Jue, distracted and dodging, was about to be caught up by the fire man in the blink of an eye.

call out!

Du Jue's side was about to seize the opportunity to swing his whip blade straight at Du Jue's throat, but this living weapon was immediately pierced by the steel bar flying from above.

Jingmei, laughing wildly, landed steadily, blocking Dujue and Oakes.

"Hahaha, you bitch, you're really doing well these days! Hahaha!"

"Let me help you cool down!"

Jingmei pulled out the steel bar and swung it with great force, creating a sonic boom. The approaching Oakes was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying backwards and crashed to the ground.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Du Jue, who still looked shaken.

"Why have you become so timid? I'll take care of this charred corpse. You go and deal with the one who fired the shot; that pistol looks pretty good."

"I've got your back here, what are you cowering for?!"

Without giving Du Jue a chance to speak, Jingmei excitedly went to greet Oakes, who was about to get up.

That's reliable!

Du Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth because he had just fallen from the second floor, and his impression of Jingmei improved a lot. At least she had actually helped.

"Du Jue, are you alright?"

The three cybernetic individuals arrived at that moment. They had previously hidden behind an alley through a back door that Run had left in advance, and only arrived after the office was blown up.

"It's just a superficial injury."

They retreated to the edge of the battlefield under their cover.

At first glance, centered around the firm's torch, a large number of gang members were fighting each other indiscriminately, creating a chaotic scene filled with bloodshed and fear.

"Wait, where is that guy's sister?"

The kind of bullet that can quickly heal a critically injured person on the verge of death could not possibly be made by a mere gang; there must be some secret involved.

The workplace is like a battlefield, and no one wants to give up even the slightest bit of performance.

However, among the stray dogs, the only position he can probably get promoted to is Jingmei's, which is a bit tricky. Perhaps we should start with this vacuum fist.

"I just saw that guy run up to the second floor, look, he's right there!"

The woman with long, straight black hair, who had somehow appeared on the second-floor balcony, raised her pistol and fired without hesitation at Jingmei and Oakes, who were locked in combat.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Jingmei instinctively lunged to the side, and Oakes was instantly hit, the emerald green liquid quickly seeping into her charred exterior.

An amazing thing happened.

Despite being burned and slow to move, Oakes could still see normal skin emerging from the charred remains. Fortunately, the gasoline covering her body prevented her from extinguishing the flames.

"That's incredible! Can it even bring the dead back to life?"

Faced with such a miraculous drug, Du Jue immediately decided to keep it for himself, after all, there are too many workplace injuries among workers, and no one's body is made of iron.

Du Jue excitedly rushed back to the battlefield, but the others were much faster than him.

"Damn it! Slow down, guys!"

The three androids easily scaled the walls and reached the second floor where the long-haired black-haired man was located.

Although their armor defenses are a bit weak, their high mobility makes them virtually invincible in urban warfare!

"be honest!"

He roughly pushed the long-haired woman to the ground and quickly confiscated the small pistol from her hand and the three small bottles remaining in her belt.

The three Axe Gang members guarding the side immediately pounced, while the four gang members guarding the stairs quickly retreated back into the room.

The sword and the axe collided, sparks flying everywhere. The cyborg was immediately surrounded and put on the defensive. He immediately ordered the two to fight and retreat, leaving from the balcony.

Bang!

A cadre, wielding two axes, grinned as he chopped off the mechanical arm that was gripping the balcony railing, then kicked it back into the room.

Where do you think you're going to escape to?

Seeing that escape was hopeless, he immediately grabbed the long, straight black hair by the throat.

"Don't make any rash moves, this is your boss's sister."

Upon hearing this, the double-axe cadre looked down from the balcony and saw that Oaks was being beaten back by Jingmei, and his exquisite black suit had been violently destroyed.

Then he gave a cold smile.

"At a time like this, who cares about this? Just get to work. I'll take responsibility if the boss asks."

The situation immediately took a sharp turn for the worse, and he regretted being too hasty and not waiting to prevent it from escalating.

Taking advantage of the three men's struggle, the double-axe officer charged forward, separating the two from the other two, still holding onto the collar of the long-haired black man's clothes.

"You piece of trash, hide right there. If it weren't for the boss's connections, I wouldn't bother saving you!"

Upon hearing this, the girl with long, straight black hair simply nodded and crawled to a corner to squat down.

"Alright, now it's your turn."

"Ahhhh!!!"

"what!"

Two painful cries rang out one after the other. When the cadre turned around, he saw a humanoid figure covered in a strange gray mist that had appeared on the balcony at some unknown time.

The Grey was screaming in agony along with the gang member he had captured.

"Damn it, how many people are lying in ambush on us? Oakes is a piece of trash too!"

Under the wary and astonished gazes of all the Axe Gang members, Du Jue was on the verge of collapse from the pain.

This damn deathly aura!

Anyone who comes into contact with death energy will feel the pain of death contained within it, since it is something extracted at the moment of death, a pain that the living cannot bear.

However, this thing doesn't distinguish between friend and foe!

They were instantly killed by a violent explosion, burned to death by flames, or thrown to their deaths from the second floor.

The various forms of pain made it impossible for Du Jue to even stand up!

"No, I am at the pinnacle of the city, I can easily overcome this pain!"

He struggled to get himself moving, sweating profusely, thankfully the deathly aura concealing his distorted expression.

Fortunately, any Axe Gang member who dared to approach and risk a sneak attack began to wail madly, filling the entire second floor with a chilling chorus of screams.

The double-axe cadre felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this bizarre scene and swallowed hard.

"What the hell are you?!"

31-year-old brother

tread.

He tried to take a difficult step but immediately fell. The extreme pain and the weak touch of the corpse made him momentarily unable to control his body.

Even a simple action like raising your hand is incredibly difficult to avoid.

He raised the boning knife, swaying precariously, intending to end the life of the gang member in front of him, but before he knew it, he had plunged it into the man's stomach.

Tear!

"Damn it, you're crazy."

The double-axe officer kept retreating until his back hit the wall, and watched in horror as the gray man smoothly sliced ​​open his underling's chest and stomach with an ordinary little knife.

The younger brother, however, seemed oblivious to this and continued to wail desperately.

Large drops of sweat soaked the wooden axe handle as the cadre could no longer bear the horrifying wailing of the crowd and turned to flee down the stairs.

"Who is that?"

He grabbed the long, straight black hair again and turned to look at the gray man with curiosity.

"Isn't this knife a way to eliminate all threats?"

"When did you change your outfit? And can you please stop howling?"

Picking up the severed hand, Ai looked at the gray man with concern, hesitating whether to go forward, after all, the Axe Gang members were howling and almost suffocating when they went over.

"Could it be nerve gas? I'm a cyborg, I should be fine, right?"

While struggling with this dilemma, Du Jue tried desperately to stand up, supporting himself with his hands, but suddenly fell down.

His head was buried in the gang member's stomach along the long, smooth wound. Instantly, the warm organs enveloped Du Jue's face, making him feel like a baby soaking in amniotic fluid.

Unable to bear the excruciating pain, Du Jue desperately tried to bury his head, until finally, his mind, filled with the agony of death, remembered to exit the state of death.

Yes, I can tolerate it.

Almost forgot!

"Stop it? Are you alright?!"

Unable to bear the horrific scene of internal organs being torn apart, Ai rushed forward, and instantly a red exclamation mark appeared on the circular display screen.

He froze completely and fell backward.

"Me, me, me, me, me."

"System restarting! System restarting!"

The piercing alarm blared on and on, making the distant Hunlu and Aolu look at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, the wailing from the second floor stopped abruptly, and even the alarm bells ceased.

"Ugh."

He leaned against the wall, trying to stop the twitching, and slowly squeezed himself to stand up.

He forced an ugly smile at the exhausted, wailing gang members scattered on the ground, their saliva, tears, and facial features all contorted in a grimace.

Upon discovering the corpse lying there, Du Jue slowly got up, his sluggish mind roughly realizing that the other person had also been affected.

"Haha."

He hugged his prosthetic body in a panic, and only relaxed when he saw Du Jue after looking around nervously.

"Hahaha!"

Du Jue covered his face and burst into laughter. This power, which he found unbearable, was truly too strong. He no longer had to live in constant fear that a demon or monster would appear in the city and kill him.

Even machines cannot escape the agony of death, so who can withstand it?!

Anyone who dares to provoke him will make the entire city suffer.

"But damn it hurts! I swear I'll never use this damn ability again!"

Even though I feel a sense of security from this insurance policy, I still deeply abhor the tattoo of death; the mechanism of this thing is just too outrageous.

Once there is too much death energy, one should stop believing that a person can be literally killed by pain.

Looking up, I realized I had pulled out quite a bit of my hair.