I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

A few consecutive kicks filled the road with angry honking.

The taillights and headlights of the car appeared and disappeared before my eyes like an endless scroll, and only stabilized after I was completely out of the flow of traffic.

He looked back and saw many overturned motorcycles and motorcyclists lying on the ground, freshly rubbed. He was puzzled and asked, "How could so many people participate in this kind of pure suicide race?"

"That's what back alleys are like. If you have money, no matter how outrageous something is, someone will do it. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will."

Elena licked her lips excitedly, "I saw that boy!"

Takumaha, who dodged the machete and became the first one, looked back with some pride and was immediately shocked. He didn't expect that these two lunatics were driving so aggressively. If they were caught up, it would be two against one. He gritted his teeth and sped up.

"Fuck! They're going so fast, how are they going to stop later? Are these motorcyclists all cyborgs?"

Even as they gradually approached the red-haired car thief, Du Jue still felt that this competition was too outrageous. He turned around and saw Takumaha turning towards him with a determined look on his face. If he really hit him with such a fierce posture, all three of them would be in trouble.

"Hahaha! Then I'll show you how to stop!"

Elena no longer paid any attention to Takumaha who was approaching her. She accelerated the motorcycle without any mercy, and the deafening roar of the engine filled the entire road.

call out!

The colorful rope of the plastic bag at the end was broken by the front of the car, and then there was a mountain of empty cardboard boxes filled with straw. Du Jue felt that the countless cardboards rubbing against his skin was almost like taking a hard water shower, and then there was a sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air.

thump!

Du Jue, who fell into the water, immediately floated to the surface and looked up at the unfinished bridge above. Many cardboard boxes were knocked into the water, and the straw inside was sparse and swaying with the waves.

shore.

"Now you understand, if you can't stop, just dive into the water. If you want to be number one, you can't slow down."

Elena reached out her hand to Du Jue who had just swam over, then grabbed it tightly and pulled him up.

"This is much more exciting than that amusement park."

Du Jue brushed off the water plants on his body and looked back at the water where someone was already trying to salvage the motorcycle. He could only answer Elena, who was folding her arms and waiting for his opinion: "Without a doubt."

Entrance to Broken Bridge.

"Excellent! You're the fastest racers I've ever seen. You're totally risking your lives! Now you're the speed kings of Qingjiang District! I'll spray paint your names on the bridge."

"If you like, we have another one tomorrow at the Commercial Center. Only those who have won the Speed King title three times will be eligible to participate in our Iron Knights' mid-year finals this year."

Elena happily accepted the prize money. The audience next to her were still amazed that the historical record of this track had been broken. The big screen showed track replays from different angles.

Congratulations on joining the Iron Knights!

[Talent Obtained: Racing Rider]

【Description: Stop the accelerator and I will die】

[Effect 1: You gain driving proficiency]

[Effect 2: When you are traveling at high speed, the impact damage you receive will be reduced to a certain extent]

It is not surprising that Du Dui can produce talents in such a relatively loose organization. After all, it was the same when he was in the Gladiator Gang.

But shouldn’t this be called a crash-resistant rider?

"Oh right, that red-haired one!"

Du Jue only remembered his original goal at this moment. He glanced at the crowd and found that the person had disappeared. He turned around to remind Elena, but Elena just shook her head and splashed water all over his face.

"Who cares about him anymore?"

152

Chapter 152 Three Dynasties.

"It doesn't matter. I rode that motorcycle out of your company anyway. By the way, is your live broadcast of "City Girl" really okay? My index finger is still quite troublesome."

Elena nonchalantly used her fingernails to tear off the bandages on Du Jue's body, enjoying it as if she were a kitten sweeping a glass.

Du Jue looked at the cup of cold coffee filled with cockroaches on the bedside table with a bit of nausea. It looked like cockroaches soaked in wine, with even a hint of grease floating on the surface. He suppressed his nausea and looked at Takuma who was hiding behind the wooden bed and said, "Hey, have we met before?"

"Brother! I've already ridden all around Qingjiang District and Commercial Street, how did you still find me? I'll just give you the motorcycle back!"

Takumaha held onto the bed sheet covered with cigarette butts and begged for mercy helplessly.

"No, I mean, have I borrowed your motorcycle before?"

Seeing that the two did not take action, Takuma looked up suspiciously and found that the woman was not even looking at him. She was still picking at the bandage like catching lice. The guy who took off the veil and bandage was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. "It's you! I missed the recruitment of the Vacuum Fist. Those people are so stubborn that they refused to accept anyone even after half an hour."

"My friend received a large sum of money through him, and my girlfriend ran away with him!"

Du Jue was immediately amused upon hearing this. This guy had finally saved his life, so he didn't waste any more time. "I'll give you this motorcycle as compensation. Also, the southern part of the Vacuum Fist was wiped out yesterday. Next time you join a gang, it's best to ask City Girl for her opinion."

Ignoring the cries of astonishment and confusion behind me, I avoided the zombies who were drugged and unconscious in the streets, and then I realized that it was already dark.

However, as soon as he went out, he found a group of guys using their hands or feet to push wheelchairs, racing against each other on the road. Among them, a one-armed man who used his crutch to hit someone's tire was stunned.

"Elena, is there a wheelchair race here? Who is sponsoring it?"

After tearing off all the bandages, Elena glanced at the road and replied nonchalantly, "Of course there's no sponsorship. Who would care about a bunch of worthless disabled people? They're just entertaining themselves. Otherwise, they'd be completely ignored like the garbage man. At least the ranking list from the competition will have everyone's name on it."

"Why, are you interested in this too?"

"No, I just think that setting up an activity center for urban girls might calm things down here. At least the chess and card games won't cause people to lose their hands and legs."

Du Jue contacted Wei Ban immediately. Unlike before when she would question whether this was profitable, she agreed very quickly.

Elena showed little interest in this. Suddenly, she smiled mysteriously and bit Du Jue's right ear. "Let's go to the Depreciation Gang. There's a super quiet room there. Some people even pay to meditate in it."

Depreciation Gang.

The room was filled with uneven light yellow sound-absorbing cotton, so that he could not even clearly hear his own heartbeat. Elena was even more fascinated as she put her arm around his neck and listened to the sound of blood flowing in the artery.

"What's so fun about this place? It doesn't seem like your type."

Du Jue's mouth was covered by a hand. When he looked down, he was surprised to see Elena, who was trying hard to suppress herself, closing her eyes and listening. The sound of blood flowing in her body became louder and louder, which made Du Jue feel uneasy.

"No matter how many times, your blood smells and sounds so sexy."

What kind of weird description is this?

"Wait! Not here, this room of Paalala must be very expensive, don't make it dirty."

"Tsk, if you feel sorry for her, then pay for it."

the next day.

Palala first glanced at the situation inside the silent meditation room, then turned her head with a strange expression to look at the embarrassed Du Jue, "You mean your old illness has caused this place to be like this, right?"

"Where's the other lady who came with you?"

Du Jue took a photo of himself with the communicator and rubbed his neck vigorously, but the dense marks still remained. The bandages on his hands were shredded, making it impossible to even cover them. "She left first. The loss here is my responsibility. I'm really sorry this time."

"I just hope next time you don't treat my place like a hotel. Cleaning this place takes more than just changing the sheets."

Palala shook her head, causing the silver pendant on her gray mask to sway slightly.

After tidying up his appearance, Du Jue found that all the staff here were wearing the same masks, and even when customers greeted them, they all called out "Palala". He didn't expect that the Depreciation Gang had successfully transformed so quickly.

Palala reached out to stop her right hand from taking the money, then asked slowly, "Could the Depreciation Gang customize a batch of Urban Girl statues? I've noticed a lot of people like them, and they'd be a great help to our mutual aid activities."

"No problem, but aren't you guys doing that anonymous confession thing? What's the point of being a city girl?"

Waving for the two to clean the room, Palala said with a smile, "Those seeking psychological treatment are religious people. Only if this is presented will there be no disputes."

Du Jue was speechless, and there was no way to understand the train of thought of these cultists. Is the urban girl the general equivalent of some religion? In the end, he paid compensation. "No problem, just contact Wei Ban and make clear your requirements."

K Nest, Candy Street.

The streets are full of candy capsule machines with strange flavors. Du Jue, who was passing by, took a look inside and found many strange flavors - ashes, mud, boiling water and fried chicken. It is hard to imagine that such things can be sold.

As soon as Du Jue walked into the explosive fried chicken shop, he felt the communicator in his arms vibrating. He thought it was news of Shao's promotion, but unexpectedly it was that familiar anonymous number.

"Dear Third-Level Finisher Mr. Wen Duo, we're glad you arrived at the agreed location. We need you to collect all the target products within a week. To ensure efficiency, we'll split the tasks into different tasks."

It sounds very friendly, but Du Jue still remembers Shao's reminder and what happened to Wei Ban. The management of World Wings will not pay money readily just because they are not short of money.

"I don't like anonymous commissions, and I don't like insincere collaborations. Let's be frank. I heard that your company and Company L have a close partnership, and I'd like a solid letter of introduction."

Although all World Wings adhere to confidentiality, and the extreme N Nest even prohibits video recording, normal job hopping and career changes still exist. It is better to say that the entire city is a monopoly giant composed of World Wings, and even the garbage man is part of the giant enterprise ecosystem.

After repeatedly and firmly rejecting the other party's anonymity, Du Jue finally met the real person through a video call. He was a very energetic young man. Du Jue felt that the other party had the spirit of Lesti, which was a strong yearning and identification with the Wings of the World.

"Hello, Wen Duo Finisher, I am your entrusted contact, you can call me San Chao."

153

Chapter 153 Vodka.

"Can you represent K Company? Are you lying?"

Du Jue spoke expressionlessly, but in his heart he knew the other party's background. He was an employee of the Food Resources Improvement Department of K Company, and Dong Lang, the target of Wei Ban's previous email, was also an employee of this department.

Company K has an advantage in dry farming that other companies cannot match - the use of related technologies of regenerative ampoules to achieve a leap in production capacity.

San Chao, facing the cold face, did not argue and politely replied, "Please rest assured, the identity of our employees of K Company and the content of the commission have been notarized by the association. If you want, I can explain each agreement in detail to you."

"No need."

Before Du Jue arrived, he had Shamisen review the commission agreement. After all, this guy claimed to have been the top performer in the four associations specializing in assassinations. "But I need a letter of recommendation and a deposit first. If you encounter unexpected strong enemies during the recovery process, you will have to increase the difficulty of the commission."

"No problem. Can we start now? We are in a hurry."

Sanchao's straightforward answer left Du Jue puzzled. Since it was rare for clients to increase their compensation based on the actual difficulty, he was simply asking for too much. But he pressed on, "I need a letter of recommendation now. I hope you can recommend me to become a Forbidden Hunter at L Company."

At this point, San Chao finally frowned. "We can pay the deposit first, but the letter of recommendation must be provided later. My superiors will communicate directly with you then. After all, I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to recommend Mr. Wen Duo if I write a letter now."

I looked at the notarized agreement with some skepticism, feeling that this client was being a bit too indulgent. Could it be that they had discovered I had kidnapped Wei Ban? Or was it simply because they were impressed by my exceptional work efficiency?

"Now that everything is settled, may I ask, Master Wenduo, can we begin work?"

"no problem."

Du Jue agreed without hesitation. Once Shao got the promotion, he could immediately apply for a position at L Company as a second-level finisher. Then at least he wouldn't have to worry all day about the Seed of Light inexplicably illuminating the city and affecting him.

He wasn't sure what kind of trouble that thing that could cause the mind to warp reality would cause when it came into contact with his other half.

The other party immediately hung up the call, and then sent the coordinates of the northern part of the city.

Taking a headset and a blue suitcase from the fried chicken shop manager, Du Jue put on the headset and heard San Chao's explanation: "We need to recover a total of six items. They are important raw materials that could leak company secrets. To ensure safety, we have provided you with three precious regeneration injections. Please use them properly."

“First stop is Ice Spring Winery.”

Holding the WRAP train VIP ticket provided by Sanchao, I set off quickly, but as soon as I got off the train, I felt the cold air blowing in my face.

"call."

Just breathing can create white mist visible to the naked eye. Passengers getting on and off the station exhale mist as they move around as if powered by steam. The cold and hard-style buildings in the distance and the ice and snow covering the ground are as repellent as a thousand miles away.

"This damn place is too cold, isn't it? Where in the nest is that winery?"

Although his physical condition could withstand it, he didn't like this stimulating weather at all. All his sleepiness was swept away by the cold wind, making Du Jue forced to get excited.

"I've considered this situation. Although the regeneration ampoule is a universal antidote, you still need a coat to keep warm."

He opened the suitcase and took out the plush coat with a white background and red stripes with some surprise. Just by putting it on, he could clearly notice that the strong winds nearby had all subsided, and he could even feel a warmth.

"Is this also a commission?"

Du Jue was a little suspicious that the client might be his long-lost son.

"This is a small token of my appreciation. I'm very grateful for your actions to protect the company's antidote. In my opinion, there's no greater World Wing than K Company. They can heal any illness or injury. With further research and reduced costs, the entire city could be cured."

Du Jue felt that San Chao's sincere words were ridiculous. According to the nature of the city, if everyone really recovered and became immortal, then the world would probably enter an infinite blood battle. The thought of so many lunatics becoming immortal made his scalp tingle.

"Wait, why is this brewery in a back alley? How can anyone afford to drink in a place like that in a back alley in such a cold place?"

Du Jue looked at the location on the screen in disbelief. As soon as he left the nest, he saw a large number of low houses and no tall buildings at all.

I walked along the frozen and slippery road and found that not many people came out in this place even in broad daylight. The endorphin ducts were like earthworms, crawling all over the walls of the houses in a crooked manner, with a fork from time to time, making it difficult to distinguish the corresponding routes.

"Vodka is a special alcoholic beverage made by the Ice Spring Distillery. It contains at least three different kinds of drugs. It's probably the antidote for the residents here."

Hey!

This technology is too advanced!

Du Jue, who followed the map to the winery, was puzzled to see a man and a woman hitting the pipe with a shovel, and as soon as they knocked a hole in it, they immediately put their head in.

Boom boom boom!