I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

When they heard that they were going out to rob, the gang members also responded.

Du Ke would be very satisfied with Park's support and would take the opportunity to flatter himself.

"Since Boss Jingmei agreed just before he fell unconscious, I will temporarily take over the position of leader and command the operation this time."

"I don't want to be so abrupt, but someone in the gang must stand up and take responsibility for all this!"

Dino immediately had a question. If they were not brothers, then when did Jingmei agree to this?

However, after discovering that Zulu next to him did not object, Dino looked at Du Jue deeply and did not get angry. After all, it was only temporary. The most important thing was to wake Jingmei up.

51 parishes

"Please give your numbers, I need to count the available manpower."

"For Jingmei, I will do my job as the temporary leader. Anyone who disobeys or escapes will be executed on the spot!"

Even though it was a little awkward, Zulu and Dino still carried out the order to stop it.

As the final number of people was reported by Zulu, Du Jue finally heard the distorted voice he wanted. Fortunately, the judgment of the work card was based on Kaji's thinking.

This guy is a bit awkward. He doesn't agree with threatening the leader to pass on the throne or to form his own gang. He requires that most of the gang members clearly express their recognition of the legitimacy of his promotion.

The temporary leader is also the leader!

[Congratulations on your promotion at Lost Dog]

[Obtain work item: Violent Brass Knuckles]

[Description: Accessories are not just about pleasing others, but also about showing yourself]

[Effect 1: This brass knuckle will amplify your intimidating aura]

[Effect 2: This brass knuckle adds extra impact when swung. The impact depends on your violence level.]

Violence index?

Du Jue felt the cold brass knuckles in his pocket and immediately understood that it was probably related to killing, torture and evil deeds.

I feel that both talents and props are highly correlated with the style of the organization's leader.

"Eliminate it, then what should we do?!"

Dino spoke unhappily with his hands folded, while Jingmei was placed in the basement. Anyway, he looked like he was still alive.

Du Jue came to his senses and held the brass knuckles. He didn't feel any domineering aura emanating from him, but the faces of the gang members below, who were somewhat frivolous, became solemn.

Even the two cadres were involuntarily forced to stand at attention by the invisible pressure in the factory.

This is great. It will be easier for him to climb up in the future!

"Of course he would retaliate severely. Even if Jingmei was still awake, he would definitely do it!"

"Contact everyone for me!"

While they were talking nonsense, Du Jue wanted to contact the Molar Office, but unfortunately Olga said that the office could not obtain the core tasks related to my church.

Unlike gangs that just burn, kill and loot, the rules of the firm are relatively strict, and there is not much benefit for them to randomly hack people.

The person who finishes the work will not do anything that is not commissioned.

"Du Jue, I have something to tell you. Do you want to contact the Zwei Association?"

"Elaborate."

Seeing Zulu coming over and speaking in a low voice, Du Jue immediately perked up.

It turns out that the stray dog has some connections with the Southern Sixth Division of the Zwei Association, which is responsible for public security.

Basically, each association is divided into different branches, and under each branch there are multiple departments responsible for different duties, and often one department is the strongest.

"That guy is the head of Section Six, a Level 5 closer named Walter. He paid us to reveal the murderer in some of the cases he investigated before. He cares a lot about performance."

"I mean, should we make a deal with him? After all, my church has a lot of people."

"Communicator."

Du Jue called without hesitation. He didn't care who the section chief was, because the stray dog was not his.

"Jingmei, just because I do business with you doesn't mean we have a friendship, am I right?"

The voice of a condescending middle-aged man came. This guy should be Walter. He is even more arrogant than Jingmei. It is hard to imagine how the two of them reached a deal.

"Be careful, Walter. Yesterday, a priest from my church was sent to the commercial street, right?"

"I don't care about such trivial matters, and I'm not interested in chatting with you about family matters. Let Jingmei answer the phone."

"Now there's another priest with a bunch of werewolves going there. They definitely don't want to go for coffee. I remember that area is also under the jurisdiction of the Zwei Association. Am I right?"

There was silence for a moment.

"Who are you? Do you think I'll be fooled so easily? You want to use me as a swordsman, am I right?"

"Haha, anyway, I won't be the unlucky one to be punished for failing to protect you. You should be able to find someone to take the blame. It seems that we don't care much about this matter. Goodbye then."

"Wait! What location? How many people are there?"

Du Jue coldly described the cult members he had just encountered, and added that Jingmei was beaten unconscious by the priest.

Even if Walter looks down on gangs, Jingmei's strength will not change because of the eyes of others. This cult incident will be very tricky, but it is also an opportunity.

"Huh, kid, I really don't like dogs because they bark without any reason. Do you think I'm right?"

Before Du Jue could retort, the pretentious guy from the association hung up the phone without even asking him to prove the reliability of the information.

To be honest, this is the first time that Du Jue has failed in his talk. This guy is really annoying!

But this guy is too obsessed with making a contribution. At least he would send someone to take a look, so that the commercial district can hold back the two priests.

Don't believe that even in my church, there won't be many guys with the ability to transform, otherwise they could be mass-produced and used to violently fight for territory instead of preaching.

"Let the Zwei Association deal with that bear man. We're leaving now!"

The stray dogs all got into the cars and called their friends to make a huge noise.

As a subordinate gang of Thumb Finger, the Bereaved Dogs have a high appeal.

"But where are we going? Are we going to attack the cult's headquarters? Do you know how many crazy people there are who believe in it?"

"Of course not. You were causing a riot in the parish, while I sneaked into the cathedral alone to find the antidote."

"But."

"Stop talking, I've made up my mind!"

Who cares about you? Dino just wants to prevent anyone from sneaking into the cathedral.

Suddenly Du Jue took out his communicator, on which was a text message from Olga.

Olga: Wen Duo, stop worrying about this cult mission. I heard that Judian Agency accepted the mission to assassinate the leader of the cult. I really envy those guys who have connections in the association.

Wen Duo: Really? It can't be today.

Olga: Of course. Otherwise, what do you think the purpose of our mission is? Isn't it just to set up these people with connections?

Olga: But who can blame them for being both capable and professionally qualified? Tsk tsk tsk, I envy firms that can afford custom-made firearms.

Olga: By the way, your new seventh-level license will be issued soon. I'll treat you to a drink then.

It’s good to step on a landmine, but I don’t care about these things. I just feel that this action is helped by God.

Today he will test the true strength of my church.

"arrive."

Avoid getting off the bus only to see a back alley that is completely different from anywhere else.

Cats and dogs are running around everywhere, and the ground is covered with untreated feces. Even so, there are still many simple dog houses and cat kennels on the roadside.

Du Jue frowned, trying to ignore the pungent mixed smell, and looked in surprise at those people who had not showered or put on clothes at all.

These crazy believers simply refused to sit at the table to eat, desperately trying to conform to the doctrine and embrace the light of freedom.

The man hiding in the corner jumped up nervously and exhaled just because he was stepped on. He raised his hand and slapped the other person, and then the other person bit his throat angrily.

"What the hell is this place?!"

Even the gang members were looking at the absurd scene in front of them in confusion. The next moment, the believers who noticed the arrival of the invaders gathered together like a pack of wild dogs.

I feel that the name "stray dog" is more appropriate for them.

"There's no point in pretending to be crazy, just get to work!"

ps: PY transaction, "Infinity, I'm not a lunatic!"

"Muzan! Today I will destroy you to pieces!" Wu You, covered in blood, had his eyes blazing with fire. He tore off his tattered coat and roared to the sky! Muzan: "Sigh." "But, can we reconcile?" "Filthy and evil soul, today I will burn you completely!" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wu You's mouth, followed by the sun, violent flames, scorching heat and cold. Ryoumen Sukuna: "Kill one of me, and there will be twenty more of me!" "This is my struggle to survive!" Wu You suddenly stabbed his heart with a needle pulled out from somewhere! Morpheus: "Impossible! I am the most perfect!" "Crazy? You said I am a lunatic?" 4

Wu You pointed his fingertips at his frowning brows, leaned sideways, and akimbo, glancing at the enemy in front of him in a strange posture that was quite twisted for a human.

"It's like when Tom Cat's brother saw Mickey Mouse and said he was Mickey Mouse."

"Don't compare me to a third-rate scumbag like you who shouts about magnetic fields but can't even emit real electric current!"

52 Cathedral

He lowered his head and narrowly avoided the feces thrown from the opposite side. Du Jue suddenly felt that this place was extremely dangerous, it was simply a biomass garbage dump!

When they first entered, they encountered only some harassment, but as soon as they reached the edge of the cathedral, they immediately encountered great resistance.

"Tear down all these broken cardboard boxes and wooden houses!"

"I'll leave this place to you. I'll contact you via the communicator when the time comes."

Du Jue quickly stepped back to make way for the forklift that was rushing towards him from the street next to him. Those guys immediately blocked the road with their carts, and seemed to be very skilled in dealing with invaders.

No one came forward to communicate at all. The cult lunatics with metal gloves on their fingers immediately pounced on them, as if they were going to cut them into pieces.

Bang!

Zulu knocked him to the ground with a punch, lowered his head and looked at the bloody mess at his feet with disdain, turned around, picked up the gasoline barrel with one hand and threw it forward.

Click.

He took out a lighter and lit the torch soaked in gasoline, nodding at Du Jue.

"Okay, we'll hold on here, but you have to hurry up. With so many people, we can't hold you off for three days and three nights."

Then Zulu hurled himself forward.

Rumble!

The rolling heat waves made Du Jue squint his eyes and quickly ran to the side alley. The battle here was too wild, and the explosion even stirred up a gust of foul hot wind.

Resisting the urge to vomit, he used his hands and feet to climb up the low house and quickly moved across the rooftops. Only then did he realize that the houses here were only two stories high.

Large areas of buildings are more like domino-shaped dangerous buildings made of randomly piled building materials. It is impossible to prevent the simple houses from being knocked down by just stepping on empty cardboard, and more places will collapse.

"There's no way out! These cultists are so cruel, sucking my blood out of me!"

Du Jue stepped on the earthen wall painted with bright colors. The rough and abrupt lines outlined the face of a middle-aged man. The irregular blocks of color were restrained by minimalist lines, presenting an intuitive sense of explosion.

Lifting his other foot, Du Jue flew to the gray and red roof, and looked up to see the extremely large sky church.

Looking down, I saw that the messy residential area was roughly divided into areas by roads. The cultists all stayed in their own territories and watched the changes here from afar.

"These guys really think of themselves as dogs. They are quite territorial."

"Even more insane than Alley 23!"

In such a chaotic situation, the lunatics from other territories did not come here without permission, so the road is now empty and unobstructed, and of course they have to ignore the excrement.

Du Jue gritted his teeth and ran wildly on the road. As long as he went fast enough, no one would chase him.

"Ugh!"

The girl with disheveled hair and dreadlocks was lying on the broken street lamp, screaming at Dujue. After Dujue crossed the zebra crossing at the intersection, she arched her back and rushed over.

The stench that hit him and the woman's sharp and rusty claws made Du Jue pause. Then he decisively took out his newly acquired violent brass knuckles, and with his fist shining with dazzling golden light, Du Jue swung it out with all his might.

Bang!

The huge impact force was completely beyond Du Jue's expectations and directly slammed the woman against the wall. Du Jue stared blankly at the struggling woman stuck in the depression of the wall, and then looked at the golden brass knuckles in his hand.

"Fuck, what kind of power is this?"