I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

Wow!

Sparks flew everywhere and instantly lit up the center of the camp surrounded by containers, making it as bright as day for everyone.

Du Jue looked at the corner of the wall that was burned to the point where only the chest skin inlaid with various medals was left. It was hard to imagine how hard this thing was. Then he was puzzled to find that those who carried the bombs did not stop at all, just like those members of the Vacuum Fist who were not moved by the death of their superiors.

"Fuck! Salvador, quick victory!"

He immediately wanted to withdraw from the encirclement of the bombers, but as soon as he took a step, he found that the guy close to him had detonated himself. Du Jue immediately put the crusher in front of him to block the explosion, "The boss is dead, and you guys are still blowing yourself up!"

A man with a struggling expression ran up from behind, shouting tearfully, "We've sold ourselves out to the Fist of Vacuum. Just being able to escape that hell out in the suburbs and live a few more years is more than enough! This is our duty!"

At this moment, Du Jue couldn't tell whether the other party was willing or had been completely tamed and savagely suppressed by power, so he could only turn around and run away.

"Asshole! Asshole! CEO Gan Dao, how the hell did you die!"

Hasse, furious, no longer had the heroic spirit he had when he was guarding the goal. Not hearing the answer from his old comrade, he threw a punch with red eyes. Even though Salvador tried hard to block with his sword, he still retreated again and again.

"Master, those people's chests are glowing red!"

Yuna, who had used the workshop's weapons to slice the attacker into eight pieces, clutched her bullet-torn left forearm in agony. Gritting her teeth, she and Philip protected Salvador from behind, "There are three more gunmen up there!"

boom!

Du Jue raised the crusher in his hand, and the base of the watchtower built with steel pipes and wooden boards was instantly destroyed, and the tower collapsed. The gunfire in the entire camp immediately stopped.

Hearing the huge commotion in the camp, Hasse quickly calmed down and observed the battle situation. At this moment, only he was leading seven veterans to fight against the three people from the Dawn Office, and the other party undoubtedly had equipment to resist mental attacks.

"By the authority of the Chief Executive, I demand that you fulfill your duty to concentrate fire and kill those two guys!"

All the executioners immediately stopped fighting with Salvador. Even when a lethal sword was about to chop off their arms from the side, they resolutely changed direction, shouting in unison: "Those who obey will be honored, those who disobey will die!"

Philip and Yuna, who were standing back to back, were visibly gasping for breath, their eyes filled with fear and retreat, and they were suddenly in great crisis. Philip, who was barely resisting, had his weapon knocked down by the continuous fierce attacks and suddenly became panicked.

Salvador, who was trying to retreat to provide assistance, was held back by Hasse. He immediately shouted anxiously, "Wen Duo!"

"I'm right here."

A flash grenade landed at the feet of Philip and Yuna, and the leaked flash made the executioners' actions slow down, and they could only rely on their intuition to continue.

When Philip and Yuna forced themselves to open their bloodshot eyes, they could only vaguely see the familiar branded armor. They immediately felt relieved and lowered their heads to try to relieve the discomfort in their eyes.

Leaving the two men to rest on the spot, Du Jue immediately joined the final battle in the front, "You are the only one left here, is there any point in resisting! Make those bomb idiots stop."

Who knew that after hearing this, Hasse's originally stiff expression suddenly changed and he burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Salvador! You are really in the limelight now. Those corporate dogs gave you a satisfactory answer, but what about us?!"

"The moment the war ended, we were already abandoned pawns, ignored by everyone. Resist? You're wrong. This is the answer we gave ourselves!"

Du Jue looked up and saw that all the bombers were called over by Hasse. He immediately stopped holding back and, with the full support of Salvador, pierced Hasse's throat with the spiral gun and twisted the head hard, knocking it off.

"Salvatore, take these two away first. I want to see what these bombers are up to!"

"understood."

Salvador didn't argue with Du Jue about who stayed behind. He decisively took the seriously injured Philip and Yuna and left quickly. He didn't forget to turn back and remind Du Jue, "Wen Duo, let's find a clinic on the commercial street. You can move around on your own from now on. I'll notify Section Chief Shao that the base removal commission is complete."

Du Jue, who had put away his weapon, quickly discovered that all the containers that were originally arranged in a circle around the camp had been overturned by the explosion, and immediately jumped onto the wreckage of the watchtower.

"Now that I've razed the Vacuum Fist's camp, what the hell are you guys going to do?!"

The workshop leader immediately stuffed three throwing knives into Du Jue's right hand. He suddenly shot them at the palms of the man who was about to climb up, causing him to roll down in pain.

Everyone was stunned and looked around in confusion before stopping. However, one person immediately took off his bomb, revealing a medal on his chest, and shouted excitedly, "According to the rules, I will now inherit the command responsibilities. Everyone retreat!"

Du Jue frowned as he watched those guys evacuating in an orderly manner. This group of people divided themselves into small teams and moved forward. They would probably have to return to the Vacuum Fist. He didn't let them go just to do such a useless thing.

"Succession, right?"

Du Jue raised his hand and swung out a knife again. The guy who was still giving orders fell down immediately, and the gathered team stopped again.

"Let's see how many idiots you have who want to inherit the command!"

This cycle repeated five times, and finally no one stood up.

"Back Alley Night is almost here. You know what that means, right?"

Under Du Jue's gaze, the group finally removed the bombs from their bodies and fled hesitantly. Only then did he finish his job.

Don't worry too much about them not being able to find a house to live in. In the back alleys of the city, except for areas protected by associations, renting a house is very cheap or even free, because there are always many people who die due to various accidents and leave their rooms vacant. The only thing you need to worry about is the local gangs.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked back to the commercial street. Du Jue was a little tired after experiencing this battle. After all, it was a gang that could fight with thumbs. His right earlobe was pierced by a special bullet.

"Olga? Why are you here?"

He wiped the blood off his face to prevent the three people from accidentally discovering the Molar Office.

"What a coincidence, Wen Duo! We're here to assist the Second Association of the Commercial Street. It's a fairly large commission."

Ryan answered Du Jue respectfully. After all, the other party was already a well-known third-level finisher. Meixiang next to him also smiled and waved.

Only Olga touched her neck in displeasure. "Who are you talking to? He's an important person. I thought he would pay attention to you. Saying hello is just politeness. In my heart, I'm urging us to leave quickly."

"I'm sorry about what happened last time, Olga. How about I buy you a drink now?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? You're so happy just to invite me to a random meal. I have a commission to do and don't have time to deal with other people."

Olga rolled her eyes and fanned the air in front of her.

"Please go take a shower yourself."

Ryan immediately bowed to Du Jue apologetically. "Sister, it's not nice of you to say that. Wen Duo was a lone wolf cleaner from the beginning, and now it's just a normal job change." Du Jue spread his hands helplessly. "You can do whatever you want in the commercial street tonight. I'll cover all the expenses."

"real?!"

143

Chapter 143 Taste.

Temple Bar.

Dim lights shone from the corners on all sides. The bar looked like a miniature temple, and the alcohol incense burner was filled with wick candles.

"Hahaha, I've long said that Wen Duo is a reliable guy who knows how to repay kindness, but you still don't believe me!"

Olga embraced the slightly tipsy Du Jue and forced the wine into his mouth, then she proudly took back the white jade bottle and drank it herself.

The two subordinates drinking juice nearby were speechless. Ryan even held his forehead and corrected her, "Sister, we never questioned it, okay? And it was you who said that just now on the street below."

Meixiang also advised: "We still have to complete the commission tomorrow, so it's better not to drink too much today."

Olgaton pretended not to hear anything and pointed at the juice in front of the two men, saying angrily, "Wen Duo is a well-known high-level finisher. It's not unusual for our firm to entertain him. You two can have fun by yourselves. Wen Duo will pay for it anyway."

"Okay, then you still have to be careful."

Ryan sighed with a headache, stood up and left the box with Mika.

Du Jue, who was drying his hair with a towel, was still sighing at the quick-drying laundries in the city. They could clean blood-stained clothes within fifteen minutes and allow people to take a hot shower at the same time. This kind of specialty was quite good.

A strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face. Du Jue immediately felt his right ear being wrapped in warm liquid and soft touch. His earlobe hole, which had not yet fully healed, was being licked non-stop. He frowned and said, "Can you be more serious and stop licking me there? It's too itchy."

"What is seriousness?"

Olga played with her ears tirelessly, making Du Jue unsure whether the liquid running down her chin was wine or saliva. "I think it's inappropriate for you to be covered in blood at night. Are you sick? You're still taking on commissions so late at night."

"and many more!"

Olga suddenly let go of his ear and quickly sat on top of him. She reached out and lifted Du Jue's chin, frowned, and said with a strong sense of resentment: "Don't tell me you have a commission tomorrow morning?"

"Well, it's a commission from the Sixth Association. You know Section Chief Shao from Section One, right? I'm grateful to Salvador for recommending me. I can't be absent without being reliable."

"It's so annoying. It's just commissions all day long. No more today!"

Olga rolled her eyes and took advantage of Du Jue's carelessness to pull off the bandage and veil on his face, then looked carefully at Du Jue's serious face.

"I told you to get rid of the burn on your face. Who would look at you with a bandage on your face?"

Olga reached out and pulled out the pneumatic syringe from Du Jue's waist, then she lay on top of him and began to press it on his face curiously.

Du Jue thought that it was because he always remembered his identity as the finisher of Wen Duo that the regeneration ampoule did not remove it, but what Olga said made some sense. He only needed to wrap the bandage on a daily basis.

The burns on the lower half of her face gradually healed, and Olga couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the regeneration ampoule.

"Isn't this cute? Honestly, when I heard about you before, I thought you looked ugly or even scary underneath the bandages. After all, who would cover their face all day? I didn't expect you to like this contrast."

"Where do you put your hands?"

Du Jue reached out and held Olga's right hand, thinking that it was time to gather his strength for tomorrow's commission. Then he was poured with choking wine, and his clothes, which had just been dried, immediately became wet.

"I really have a big commission tomorrow."

"Tsk, you're a Level 3 finisher, how can I force you? Besides, isn't your pneumatic syringe quite useful?"

Suppressing the urge to struggle to her feet, Olga became even more presumptuous. "I'm not shy about my first time, so why are you still hesitating? You're excellent and efficient in other aspects, but in this area you're as immature as a new closer."

"But I want to be the top of the city, so I don't have time for these things."

Olga got up and called the waiter to book the room for the night, then locked the door. "That's why I said you're completely different from others in this respect. Don't tell me you were already thinking about getting married when I bit your ear. You should at least live until that time."

She happily kicked off her shoes and kicked Du Jue, who was halfway up, back onto the sofa.

"I'm not one of those people who think too much about the past and the future. Besides, aren't you enjoying yourself like this?"

Du Jue's thoughts were a little confused at the moment, and he didn't know how to react for a moment. After all, this was not a murder commission that could be solved violently.

People all have their own social distance, just like wild animals would be dissatisfied with creatures invading their territory, but his perception in this regard had long been destroyed by Elena and Yi Yin, and only now did he realize that kissing was a very intimate and ambiguous behavior.

It seemed that Olga didn't ask him to do anything, nor did she demand blood, flesh and money from him, she just wanted to be close to him.

He was neither Wen Duo nor the chief, he was the one being kissed.

"But it'll be a while before I have some free time. I guess that's not going to work, hmm."

Du Jue, who was drunk, wanted to continue speaking, but he found that his tongue was entangled and he couldn't speak.

"Then we'll talk about it when you become the top of the city. Anyway, listen to me now!"

A night when no one cared.

Refreshed, Olga tied her hair back into a ponytail and then smugly glanced at Du Jue, who was in a daze on the sofa. She immediately teased him, "Sunrise's out, so you're not going to do the commission? I can ask for leave for you."

"No need. I can go there later if the war starts."

Du Jue looked at the observation window of the pneumatic syringe in his hand. The amount that was originally half full was now less than one tenth. If he hadn't stopped her, Olga, who was overly excited, would have used it all up.

"Alright, alright, why are you acting like you're thinking about life? I'll reluctantly give you some money for your mental recovery."

Olga took out a few large-denomination bills with a wicked smile, folded them in half and threw them into Du Jue's arms, then unlocked the door and left without looking back.

The communicator rang.

"Wen Duo, Ting Salvador said that the base commission has been completed. If you are willing, come to Front One now."

"it is good."

Rubbing his temples, Du Jue stood up, walked over the mess on the floor and left the bar. He took a breath of fresh air on the street and finally sobered up a little.

"You sound like you're not feeling well. You can come in the afternoon, but by then we'll probably be cleaning up the rubble and engaging in street fighting."

Du Jue did not agree immediately, but found a coffee shop to sit down. He felt that he needed to slow down, as it might be dangerous if he went on stage in his current state.

"Thank you for your concern, Chief Shao. It's just that I was a little late yesterday. I'll just have breakfast and come back."

Du Jue tilted his head back to drink the steaming hot coffee, only to find that his esophagus and throat were burning hot, and he suddenly felt that his senses and emotions seemed to be out of balance.

"It's best to report before noon. I'm very optimistic about you."

Section Chief Shao left this message and hung up the phone.

Du Jue yawned, his mind still a little refreshed by the madness of last night, so he ordered another cup of coffee and checked his messages.

[Lesti: Wuhu! I've completed my internship and assessments, and I've been assigned to the cleaning team. But why does pre-job training also include combat courses and physical strengthening? The latter even requires me to take out a loan. Wow.]

The communicator showed Lesti wearing a blue hat with the W company logo and giving a thumbs-up to the camera, looking very energetic. Seeing this, Du Jue felt warm in his heart and turned his eyes away immediately.

If this weren't a city, someone as hard-working and optimistic as Lesti would be able to live a stable and happy life.

[Lesti: You're still stubborn and say you don't like me. Who would lend someone so much money? Do you like irresponsible support?]

[Du Jue: I'm just in a good mood, and I have to pay it back, don't blame me.]

Olivia: Brother Du Jue! Look at my wood carving. It looks very similar.

The little girl happily sent him many pictures of the carving process. From time to time, you could see her white and tender hands, as well as Katae's back as he squatted in front of the computer desk.

【Eliminate: Good! 】

Du Jue put away the communicator and stood up suddenly. He was not only moving forward for Kaji's last wish to become the top of the city, but also for the beauty that had not yet been destroyed in the city.