I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"It's better to be cautious in this kind of situation. Besides, the connections of the Bereaved Dog Boss are definitely more valuable than those of a spy."

15 Second Association

Four refrigerated trucks were lined up on the road to prevent anyone from seeing the cold air escaping from them.

"Back Alley Butcher?"

"That's right. Too many people have died recently, and the bereaved dog needs to recover some blood. It's just the right time to sell these fresh corpses."

Du Jue watched Zulu instruct his men to move all the bodies into the refrigerated truck.

No wonder the group didn’t leave the bodies for the scavengers to clean up last night, but collected them instead.

I guess those that don’t look good are thrown into the trash.

It turns out that the back alley chef and the scavenger are actually competitors!

"Will we be robbed by thieves if we go there?"

Du Jue's vague memory told him that the butchers in District 23 would indeed reach trade cooperation with gangs in other areas.

There's even a chef's purchasing guide that ranks goods from various channels by rating, just like the Michelin ratings.

Ambitious chefs will even go hunting in person.

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

"This is just a one-time attempt by the gang, but it's your only chance. Jingmei doesn't like to do things twice."

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

The strong smell of blood made Du Jue feel a little nauseous, and his stomach churned at the thought of making a deal with a group of man-eating lunatics.

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

"Okay, the goods are loaded."

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

Leaning against the car window, I tried to avoid looking at the bizarre neon city outside.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, there is a pregnant woman swinging her umbilical cord and placenta to hit people, and there is a drunk man who is pouring water on the shining trophy sign of the bar.

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

"There's actually such a thing as a mental hospital in the city?"

"Hmph, those bosses at Lobotomy are full of coffee, so they have to find something to do with their little bit of kindness."

"If they really wanted to build a mental hospital, they would have to enclose the entire city."

Suddenly, Du Jue saw the blood-sucking cow cat again. It was jumping nimbly on the top floor of a tall building and approaching the convoy quickly.

The mood that had finally relaxed immediately became tense again. Du Jue stared at the dead cat and thought about how to deal with this monster.

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

"Maybe. The flyers they distributed are quite reliable. They have reached us."

Du Jue remembered the human cooking guide that he had eaten, and it turned out that it was these idiots.

After passing a speed limit warning sign on the side of the road, I obviously noticed that the car speed had slowed down.

"What's up? You want to stop here and get some extra stock?"

"Or is this your first time driving too?"

Looking at this neat neighborhood, there are many more street shops and mobile stalls on the roadside.

"This whole area has paid money to the Second Association, so keep a low profile."

Is it a low-key thing to pull a few trucks of corpses on the main road?

And there's a blood demon cat approaching behind us!

"Boss Zulu, have you ever seen a cat breathing on a car?"

"Several are killed every month. They are dumber than rats."

"I mean the big ones."

Without pointing at the rearview mirror, Zulu glanced at it casually and immediately sat up straight.

I saw a huge blood-red monster running along the road, and the steel cars were crushed by it.

"Damn it, why is this monster here again?! Did you lure it here?"

"It's unfair, Boss Zulu. If I had brought it here, would I still be alive today?"

"Damn it! It's all over now!"

Less than half a minute into the chase, a vehicle with the Second Association logo appeared from the fork in the road.

Du Jue stuck his head out against the howling wind and saw that the cars were full of association closers, all wearing dark blue uniforms, which made his scalp tingle.

The association's finishers are of course different from the guys in Run Office. They are all at least level seven, and the leader might even be a level five finisher.

Besides, this is the opponent's home field, and they have more people and more power. If they are intercepted, they will be executed on the spot without even having time to explain.

"Don't just sit there and do nothing. Come up with something!"

"If you're dead in this place, you're dead. It's no use calling your thumb!"

"You can't even figure it out, and you ask me?!"

Wait, this cat seems to really like sucking blood.

I thought about opening the refrigerator door and throwing the corpses out to attract its attention, but these corpses would have expired after one night and that was not feasible!

【Everyone please stop and be inspected! 】

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

Two cars suddenly rushed out from the intersection ahead and blocked the entire road horizontally. The cleaners inside immediately got out and laid out a strip of roadblock covered with spikes.

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Du Jue immediately yelled at Zulu.

"Let the car behind get in, I want to jump on!"

"What are you going to do?"

"It's almost over and you're still asking a million questions!"

Zulu immediately opened the communication and gave orders, and the refrigerated truck that came later was only three meters away from them.

Du Jue, who was clinging to the window, jumped with all his strength and narrowly grabbed the window sill opposite.

Bang!

He hit his head, but he endured the pain and dizziness, and struggled to lift his legs to squeeze into the cab.

"Are you sick? Why are you squeezing in here at this hour?"

The two people at the front of the car were a little dissatisfied, and one of them was even gritting his teeth and pulling the steering wheel.

"Of course I'm coming over to open your two blood bags!"

Turn on the blood pump for me!

He stabbed the complainer's throat with a knife, and before the younger brother holding the steering wheel could curse, he raised his hand and stabbed him again.

There is no psychological burden in taking action against these gang scum.

"Screw you!"

The two fresh corpses kicked out immediately stopped the running blood demon, and all the association vehicles that were chasing him from behind braked suddenly and became a mess.

Grab the steering wheel and quickly control the vehicle to slow down and turn around.

boom!

The heavy refrigerated truck knocked over the association's vehicle, and Du Jue was able to drive it with only his super reflex speed.

Before that, he had played KartRider.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Du Jue didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he escaped from the district under the jurisdiction of the Second Association.

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

"I think I should work part-time as a taxi driver to brush up my driving talent."

After driving for half a day, they finally parked in the multi-storey car park of the auto repair shop.

Du Jue almost vomited.

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

"What did you just do?"

"Of course, it is to protect the interests of the stray dogs and help the cadres escape and ascend to heaven."

"You killed my little brother to make that monster stop, why don't you just die yourself?"

Faced with the murderous looks of the other four brothers, Du didn't care.

In the final analysis, they are just a gang that bullies the weak and fears the strong. The only difference between them and the rats is that they are a little stronger.

"Because it is the will of the leader. They should be sacrificed for the greater good."

"I'm the contact person assigned by Boss Jingmei, and you're a cadre of the Lost Dog."

"Even though we are both good brothers, the brotherhood between us is higher. You should also be aware of this sacrifice."

Zulu became unusually angry and punched Du Jue in the face.

However, Du Jue just took a step back and easily avoided it.

"Master Zulu, I understand your sorrow, but the chief's orders must continue."

"Those were necessary sacrifices. Besides, you were the one who ordered them to come closer. I couldn't order them to move."

"Or do you want to form a gang within a gang and put your own interests above the leader's orders!"

Being a labor scab would make him feel guilty, but being an accomplice he has a clear conscience.

"How about this."

"Boss Zulu, you take care of the good stuff, and I'll take the bad name. But the most urgent thing is the gang's business, so let's go find the back alley butcher first."

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

You really let me bear the bad reputation.

Du Jue looked at Zulu's angry face and immediately knew that this guy was also a good actor.

If you really care about what those brothers say, they would be fighting with you now.

Clang clang clang.

The sound of knife knocking came from the parking lot entrance.

16 Back Alley Butcher

when?

Du Jue looked at the butchers walking out of the darkness of the parking lot and felt that his own eyes were not enough.

Perhaps we could add visual sensors to the radio and let the three cyborgs make use of their remaining energy so that they could see all directions.

There was no light in this ghost parking lot, so there was no doubt that they were doing this on purpose to show their power.

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

"The alley is deep and quiet, the sound of footsteps is rare, the chef smiles and the knife flashes."

"The aroma of meat on the plate is so tempting that diners drool throughout the meal."

The guy who was speaking had waist-length black hair, and her yellow leather gloves and leather apron concealed the details of her figure.

Du Jue looked at the bloodstains on her apron in the light of the car lights, and felt that this group of people were like hungry wolves grinding their fangs in the jungle, ready to pounce and bite at any time.

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