I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

A wave of fear and anger washed over Du Jue; if that had hit him on the head, he would have died on the spot.

Fortunately, the axe tattoo reduced the impact, and the blood demon tattoo quickly stopped the bleeding, but the terrible injury still left Du Jue unable to move.

"Help!"

Physiological twitching made it difficult to press the left earpiece, and then I made up my mind to enter a state of death.

A gray fog filled the air, and the shattered and mixed bones and flesh were orderly rearranged and reassembled like building blocks.

The excruciating pain of being burned alive makes it difficult for Du Jue to even squat down, but it is diminishing as the death energy dissipates.

After barely managing to piece together his own corpse, the death energy immediately returned to the tattoo that had been sealed away.

However, the repair of death energy is limited to piecing things back together; the blood splattered all over the face cannot be returned.

"Oh my god, I feel a bit anemic and dizzy."

clang!

Three metallic clanging sounds came from behind. Du Jue quickly rolled to the stairwell and peered up at the wall.

The iron hooks were tightly gripping the eaves, their sharp ends even piercing into the hard concrete.

"What the hell?"

He carefully got up, cautiously approaching the grappling hook, and looked down from the edge, which immediately startled him.

Below, three fully armed men were rapidly ascending, and at that moment, Du Jue could even hear the scraping sound of the grappling hook rope being retrieved.

Kaka.

Realizing that this group of people were after him, Du Jue immediately drew his boning knife to try and cut the black rope, but the sensation from the knife made him realize that it was a steel cable.

Although a boning knife can slice meat like mud, it is just a fine tool when used with other substances.

Snapped!

Do not open the tear gas canisters on your belt and place them near the grappling hook, then hastily return to the stairwell. At this point, facing an unknown enemy, it is best to run away first.

"Bloodstains, confirmed!"

They silently stepped onto the roof, and as soon as they stood still, a thick cloud of pungent smoke rose around their feet, but it had no effect on them, who were completely covered by their pure black combat suits.

They quickly dropped the steel cable and rushed towards the stairwell, reaching the fifth floor in the blink of an eye.

"The bloodstains are missing!"

The three searched the ground repeatedly but couldn't find a trace of blood. They immediately decided to split up and take action.

"I'll go to the top floor to control the exits. You guys continue the search, and kill any bystanders on the spot."

As the speaker turned and went upstairs, the remaining two immediately went to inspect the room together.

The building is designed so that each floor has a shared toilet, preventing people from hiding in the corner of the toilet right now, desperately holding their breath and trying to calm their heartbeats.

Through the blurry reflection of the window at the end of the corridor, it was clear that one of them went in to check while the other stood guard at the door; they were obviously well-trained.

Who sent them?

This behavior doesn't seem like that of a gang. Could they be the ones who finish things off?

As the faint footsteps drew closer, Du Jue knew this wasn't the time to think about such things; he had to make a decision.

Avoid gripping the boning knife tightly, and don't let the thought of an enemy's gun blowing your body apart fill you with fear.

Even if he reacts quickly, can he be faster than pulling the trigger?

"put an end to?!"

An anxious shout came from below the stairwell, immediately alerting the other party to raise their guns.

Can't wait any longer!

The last smoke grenade on the belt was forcefully thrown out.

thump.

The commotion behind them prompted the team members to quickly fire a blind shot behind them. However, the sight of hissing white smoke through their goggles revealed a hint of panic and confusion.

Swish!

A sharp blade flew from the right, and his gun was immediately drawn to it. After tracing an arc, it was immediately pointed at the gray man rushing out from the left.

For low to mid-level finishers, the strength of firearms is undeniable.

Without hesitation, the team member lowered the muzzle and fired, three bursts of blood blooming on Du Jue's legs, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Target, ugh!!"

Just as the team member was about to report, Du Jue's hand had already touched his boot. This elite combatant instantly cried out in pain, shaking his gun incessantly.

At first, he was able to hold onto his weapon, but once he came into complete contact with the death aura, he collapsed with a thud and began to cry out.

Upon seeing this, the reinforcements who came out of the room immediately shot Du Jue in the thigh and was about to bend down to lift his teammate up when the spreading death aura immediately wrapped around his fingertips.

"what!!!"

They huddled together, wailing wildly, while only those who had been prepared beforehand managed to maintain consciousness.

The four people downstairs finally arrived. Du Jue immediately raised his hand and pointed towards the stairwell when he thought of the guy on the roof, and then tried to shut down his death aura.

It's not that I'm trying to eliminate the tattoos that prevent me from controlling death, it's just that the pain makes it impossible to concentrate.

While trying to suppress the death aura and repair the corpse, Du Jue discovered that these guys were only shooting at his legs.

"None of you go over there!"

Upon seeing Du Jue's appearance, Ai immediately stopped the others and then looked up following Du Jue's finger.

A strong stench of blood assaulted our senses.

A huge, blood-red monster walked down the stairs with cat-like steps, carrying a helmeted head in its mouth, making it look like a person dressed in a mascot costume.

Before anyone could ask, Elena hurriedly dropped her head and jumped over them to Du Jue's side with concern.

"What's wrong with you?! Don't die!"

"We finally became friends."

Having used most of his death energy to repair his legs, Du Jue gritted his teeth and pushed away his right foot that was pressing on his chest. Only after seeing that all three enemies were dead did he finally clutch his head and howl.

Avoid scratching your neck and other parts of your skin with your hands as if countless ants are crawling over your body, which will quickly leave you covered in bloody scratches.

Even Elena couldn't understand what Du Jue was doing; Du Jue looked as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

"Stop licking my feet, you son of a bitch!"

"Alright, alright, I just wanted to see if you were about to die. I just saw that both of your legs looked like they were broken."

Frequent embraces of death energy caused Du Jue to experience unbearable phantom pain, and he felt that he might as well be dead.

Excessive blood loss caused Du Jue's lips to turn pale and her limbs to become extremely weak.

"Give me…"

"Want me to lick it again? Licking it will make it stop hurting. My saliva is very effective at relieving pain."

"Capture him alive!"

Only after everyone stopped slamming their fists on the floor did they begin to move.

Room 101.

Du Jue, lying on the sofa, drank a cup of brown sugar water that Elena had brought. He could feel the noise in the back alley late at night. The cleaners were very well-behaved and did not touch the houses.

Even chewing a red date feels unappetizing; this deathly energy isn't a cure-all.

"That won't work at all. I've used every interrogation technique I know."

He walked out of the bedroom carrying blood-stained pliers, a response that made Du Jue frown.

After cleaning up the large amount of blood on Dujue's chest, Elena yawned and then became serious.

"Well-equipped, well-trained, not from a gang."

"He had no markings on his body and was armed with sophisticated firearms. He didn't seem to be from a research institute. Small companies wouldn't have the resources to produce something like this."

Elena lowered her voice and leaned close to Dujue's ear as she spoke.

"I think this might be a secret force of the World Wings. They have many ways to create assassins. Do you really have some special physique?"

"Or are you referring to one of those escaped experimental subjects?"

Seeing Du Jue in a daze, Elena licked the bloodstains on his neck.

"You don't need to tell me, I believe you."

"No matter what, I'm your friend, and I'll help you."

"Ah."

Du Jue knew he was just an ordinary back alley resident, the only special thing about him was that he carried a work card that Kaji had converted into.

But the other party couldn't possibly be an informant for Company B, otherwise they wouldn't need to go through all this trouble, so it's impossible for them to know this secret.

So, do I have any other secrets?

Really!

35. A Journey Through Verdant Greenery

Du Jue is a time traveler, but in the city, such things are not uncommon.

Aside from the glass window technology that allows observation of parallel worlds, there is also a unique finisher named Violet Teardrop, who genuinely possesses the ability to travel through time.

"A journey through verdant greenery".

If there's one company that Du Jue can think of, it's this technology alliance that was wiped out by K Company on the day he transmigrated, but that unfortunate thing has already been destroyed by K Company.

Even if it still exists, how could an organization that isn't even World Wings possibly know about his transmigration?

To prevent him from falling asleep on the sofa while thinking about it, everyone just quietly left.

"I will not eat!"

Sweating profusely, Du Jue rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. He touched his neck and got up with lingering fear. He had just had a nightmare about being forced to drink large intestine soup by Yi Yin.

She said the idea came from the idea of ​​eliminating saliva soup.

"Damn, how come it's already the second day?"

Du Juejue felt a headache coming on at the thought of facing Yi Yin today, and the phantom pain brought by the death energy still lingered, causing a dull ache with the slightest movement.

"You were too tired yesterday, so I didn't bother you."

Pianjiang tucked the blankets away from the sofa and handed a white cylindrical object to Du Jue, who picked it up with a puzzled look.

"what is this?"

"The pneumatic injector allows for rapid drug injection by pressing the skin; the red button on top is for treatment, and the blue button is for sedation."

Avoid hesitating for even a moment before pressing the red button on the back of your hand; the scratches on your skin will heal quickly, and your blood and energy will be restored.

You're a real talent!

Du Jue immediately fell in love with this little gadget, feeling that Katae's talent was not in combat, but rather suited for scientific research.

If Katae had joined World Wings earlier, perhaps none of this mess would have happened.

What's in the blue container?

"Enkephalins".

I casually clipped the pneumatic injector to my belt, avoiding the hasty decision to throw on my coat and head out, only to find three iron men chatting in the hallway as soon as I opened the door.

"You're all awake, why didn't anyone wake me?"

"Hmph, they don't appreciate kindness."

Without being urged, the three immediately got into the car.

The factory became incredibly lively, and even the vendors couldn't squeeze in.

The rats and their gangs belonging to the "Stray Dogs" were happily collecting their money, and many people were selected to join the "Stray Dogs" to supplement their manpower.

"Hello, cadres!"