I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

If there is anything special, it is that the blood demon is only satisfied with the blood of living people, and cannot be absorbed after being out of the body for a long time.

Those placed in Alley 23 probably belong to those chefs who pursue novelty to the point of eating living people.

Du Jue reached out and grabbed his hair, almost going crazy. He couldn't understand why a blood demon cat suddenly targeted him.

In his impression, it seemed that the only blood demon that appeared in the ruined library was the Bloody Night - Elena.

That was an urban star that was beaten by the color finisher, and it didn't match the cat at all.

"No, there's no time."

He suppressed all other thoughts and stood up to return to the prosthetic clinic.

After knocking the secret code on the door, he secretly opened the door.

"W-what the hell were you doing?"

"Hire the agency to kill the stray dog."

鏮鍶錔 immediately stood up and looked at Du Jue in surprise.

"W-what? Can you kill it?"

Luo was also shocked.

"How much does that cost? Are you sick?"

"I've been unhappy with you for a long time. Is money so important?"

Du Jue's words were plain, but they surprised everyone.

"W-what do you mean?"

"My point is simple. That little money is not enough to kill the stray dog, at least not that guy Jingmei."

"With the stray dogs already occupying the area, we can't sell the stolen goods for cash because the ornaments are too conspicuous."

"Think about it, if your base was robbed, would you let it go? There's absolutely no room for reconciliation."

"I have a way to get out safely, but you can't take these things with you. If anyone thinks money is more important than life, then you can leave here with your share."

The first one to react was 鏌.

"I-We are here to make money. Now you say you don't want the money anymore. What are you doing?"

"You-you get out of here by yourself, 鏮鍶錔, 錒鍩錀, let's go!"

At Luo's urging, the two iron men packed up the stolen goods and stood up one after another.

Du Jue said this with no other meaning. He really wanted to know whether the value given by others was more important than his own life, which made Kaji commit suicide like this.

Even if the three people really left, it wouldn't matter, because he had already placed a tracker in the prosthesis, and there were plenty of these things in the clinic.

The cyborgs walked past Du Jue one by one.

Listening to the slightly hesitant voice of the inferior prosthetic, his determination to avoid reaching the top of the city grew stronger and stronger.

This steel-like city cannot be changed, nor does it need self-righteous changes!

"Hey, you won't keep me?"

Du Jue just slowly took off the chest brace and looked intently at the electronic clock on it.

He snorted and was about to open the door with the body bag.

"鏌-鏌, are you really leaving? I thought you were just throwing a tantrum."

"Just-as long as you listen to Du Jue, you will definitely be able to make it back in the future."

Du Jue looked up with a bit of surprise at Luo being held and dragged back by two men.

"Do you believe that life is more important than money?"

"I-I don't believe it."

"No-but I believe you."

"Y-You can earn it back, right?"

Du Jue couldn't help laughing.

12 Molar Office

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with you!"

Jingmei gritted her teeth and stared at the ponytailed woman holding a saw blade opposite her.

"Do I need a reason to wipe out this unscrupulous gang of yours? I'll do it even if it means paying you!"

Olga raised her hand and chopped down the stray brother who was rushing towards Ryan, and Mika assisted him from the side and seemed to be at ease.

The chaotic factory was in a mess, and all that could be seen was a group of three from the Molar Office who worked in perfect harmony fighting with the gang members.

"Damn it! Why are these guys here right after the Brotherhood of Steel? Someone is messing with us!"

Zulu and Dino, the two calm cadres, couldn't help but curse at this moment.

Just now, they searched the surrounding area thoroughly but couldn't find the damn Flash Imp. When they came back, they found that their nest had been stolen.

Fortunately, the basement was not discovered, but all the gains from the raid over the past half month were lost, and Jingmei even smashed the factory director's office.

Especially since this bandit turned out to be the Brotherhood of Steel they had been pursuing before. He was so arrogant. He really thought they were made of clay.

Unfortunately, before Jingmei could go to buy the information, the Molar Office came to attack.

"You dare to come and cause trouble for me? You dogs will die!"

Jingmei took off the iron chain over her head and wrapped it around her with a shake of her right arm.

Then he completely ignored Ryan's attack on the right and punched Olga in the face with a straight punch.

clang!

Mika swung her sword with all her might, barely blocking the fatal blow.

“Come again! Come again!!”

Jingmei, whose offensive was interrupted, forced herself to step forward against Ryan's huge sword blade. Another heavy punch from the iron ring came at her. Olga blocked it in a hurry but still couldn't help but took a few steps back.

“What a force.”

Olga glanced at the battlefield with her side eyes and found that most of the stray dogs were killed or injured. Although her side had the advantage of sneak attack, the casualties were also gradually increasing.

Once the employer's requirements are met, we must not make things worse.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Du Jue rushed to the factory panting and hid in the trash can, watching the cleaners fighting and retreating. The garbage man next to him huddled up in a ball and dared not say a word.

Du Jue clearly saw Olga fighting fiercely with Jing Mei, who was a fifth-level finisher.

This commission has a good effect.

Apart from the large number of rat corpses, the number of tattooed corpses exceeded thirty.

You should know that although the Lost Dogs are an urban legend-level gang, they are relatively small in scale, as can be seen from the fact that Jingmei often leads his own gang activities.

“But it seems to be too good.”

Du Jue watched as the furious Jing Mei caught a cleaner and punched him wildly, smashing his head to pieces.

I rubbed my head and tried to avoid the sudden feeling that joining the lost dog group was a bit too risky.

I feel it would be safer to ask Jingmei out to talk alone.

The residents of nearby shops all closed their doors and windows because of the successive unrest here, and the streets were deserted as soon as it got dark.

It’s not good to stop it. Climbing out of the trash can now is a bit too conspicuous.

clang.

What Du Jue didn't expect was that the garbage man took the initiative to open the lid, took the package in the bucket and ran into the alley.

"Dude, you're living well, why are you running? You'll die from the crowding."

He really wanted to pretend to be a garbage man and run away, but what he was wearing now was completely incompatible with being a garbage man, and running away would be a mere cover-up.

Suddenly I remembered a fatal thing.

In all the back alleys in the city, the time from 3:13 to 4:34 in the morning is known as the back alley late night.

To put it simply, the late night time is the daily task version of the Human Purge Plan. During this time, nothing is illegal except for urban taboos.

There are also three waves of scavengers doing the cleanup, and they will move unwaveringly from one side of the nest to the other.

The only consolation is the existence of a protective urban taboo - back alleys cannot damage residential areas late at night.

No one dared to touch even the finger of the gang leader.

"No wonder these garbage men are sticking together. I think I heard that toothbrush guy say before that they would share a room."

"How could I have forgotten such important information!"

The continuous high pressure made Du Jue's biological clock a little disordered, and for a moment he forgot about it.

The characteristics of the scavengers are not strength, but tenacity and numbers.

Du Jue's scalp tingled at the thought of having to fight against the street sweepers who crowded the streets.

"Hey, you have no memory, don't let the stray dog see you again!"

"If you, a bunch of lying rubbish, meet me, you'll just have your hands broken. If you meet our boss, you'll be dead."

"roll!"

The conversation outside made Du Jue break out in a cold sweat.

Du Jue didn't expect that this trash man's boomerang would hit him here.

He could testify that the garbage man really didn't lie.

It's a pity that I can't tell.

Du Jue, who was hiding in the trash can, lowered his head and hoped that the nearby stray dogs would leave as soon as possible.

"What the hell are these bastards doing again? They're causing trouble for no apparent reason."

"And that damn Brotherhood of Steel."

A tattooed man with a spiked belt around his neck dragged four bags of garbage, then let go and touched the bruise on his head from an elbow.

When he raised the bag to throw it, he found someone in the bucket.

"Hello."

The two of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

This was a scene that even he had not expected, because the opponent was the stray dog leader who was knocked down by his elbow today.

“It is to be stopped!!!”

"Get over here, you idiots! Enemy attack!"

The man with the belt suddenly threw the garbage bag at Du Jue, then roared to the sky, instantly attracting a group of people who were cleaning in front of the factory.

Jingmei, who was wiping the blood from her palm, tore her handkerchief the moment she heard the name.

The other gang members who were collecting the bodies were even more furious. They dropped what they were doing and gathered around immediately.

No one can tolerate being provoked repeatedly.

Hey!

Blood pump!

Avoid dodging garbage bags and jumping out of the trash can to run for your life.

At this moment, he found that he could not find anyone to help him, and he didn't even have a safe house to escape to.

"Brother Cat?"

"Ms. Cat?"

"Save me!"

He lowered his head to avoid the whistling fists and cried out anxiously for help, hoping that the blood demon cat was nearby.