Cosma Empire

Morris never put the Guarts in his eyes, a group of failed races who were evenly distributed throughout the empire by the empire. It is difficult for any city to gather 5,000 Guarts. Facing such a group, Morris does not need to think too much. So he knew that the method Du Lin mentioned, that is, the method of capturing Hu En, was indeed a suitable solution, and he didn't consider using it in the past.

When the three days are up, he will take people to take back the farm, and then sell it. At that time, he would be able to save at least one hundred and fifty yuan in benefits, and this was what he cared about most.

own wallet.

As a conscientious gang member, Morris's daily life is still very regular.

He would go out on time at around nine o'clock every morning, and he should have gotten up before half past eight. In three days, he had not left early or delayed. When he goes out, he wears a sweatshirt and jogs to Seventh Avenue, about two kilometers away from his apartment. After entering the delicatessen, he would change into all kinds of eye-catching and gorgeous clothes, make himself look greasy, and then lead a few men to start collecting debts in various places in the city.

Lunch is usually eaten at the homes of those poor debtors. They will return to the deli around four o'clock in the afternoon. After finishing their jobs in the deli, they will go back to the "tropical jungle" to play until after twelve o'clock. .

Tropical Jungle is a very popular underground dance hall. The reason why it is called an underground dance hall is that there is never a limit on the number of people here, and you can go in directly at any time, whether you are alone or in a group. Formal bars, dance halls and other entertainment venues have strict safety and fire protection requirements, such as the maximum number of people they can accommodate, so there is often a long queue outside the doors of many bars and dance halls.

But the Tropical Jungle doesn’t have these things. The Tropical Jungle is located in the air-raid shelter under the river-crossing bridge on 11th Street. The original organizers were a group of strangely dressed people with some iron nails on their faces. . They would play music that was noisy to most people, but had a strong rhythm, singing and dancing in the air-raid shelter.

Gradually, this culture called "punk" was gradually worshiped by young people, and people continued to join them until the air-raid shelter became a holy place for young people. Here you don’t need to pay expensive tickets, and you don’t need to wait in line patiently. You only need to bring a dozen fruit wines, or some drinks, cigarettes, and some talkatives, and you can easily blend into this special group.

No matter which world it is, there are always some things that make people feel speechless. When more and more young people begin to integrate into the tropical jungle and regard it as a holy place for midnight, those punk cultures that were once worshiped by them are excluded. go out. It's like a drop of ink in a small bowl can indeed change the color of clear water, but if the small bowl is replaced with a fish tank or a lake, a drop of ink will not change anything at all, but will be assimilated instead.

A large amount of mainstream culture poured into this pond, and the holy land of punk culture became the holy land of mainstream culture again.

Morris would play here late every day, and if he met the right girl, he would leave early. But his taste is very special, he likes those young students, the more educated he is, the more interested he is.

As the sky gradually turned dark, Morris drove to the edge of the river-crossing bridge on Eleventh Avenue with one of his men again. After he locked the car door, he followed the spiral stairs of the bridge maintenance passage to the river with ease. After walking along the river for less than a hundred meters, he could faintly hear the explosive music in his ears. A mean smile appeared on Morris's face, and he twisted his body as he walked, as if he was on the dance floor.

Going forward for a distance of about ten meters, there is a rusty iron door. The moment the iron door is pushed open,

The sound of the music that had gradually become clear suddenly amplified, and a strong smell of alcohol came from the dark hallway. The smell of the wine was also mixed with some sweaty smell and some inexplicable smell, which Morris had long been used to. After walking through a dark downward passage about 20 meters away, I came to a huge empty space.

This is one of the many air defense facilities in Tenel City, which once guaranteed the safety of people's lives, but at this time, it seems to be no different from the most glorious time, just as crowded with people.

The young people spontaneously brought in some stones and boxes from the outside, as well as the steps and some facilities that existed before, like a small arena. Under the dim light, amidst the blaring music, countless young bodies danced wildly in the middle of the open space, venting their emotions. On the "dance floor" where it is difficult to see each other's faces clearly even if they are face to face, men and women take off their daytime disguises and indulge their youth and the youth that is about to die.

Some girls were already topless, screaming, shaking their heads, and squinting their eyes, as if they were in the clouds. Guys might get their hands on the girls, but who cares? No one knows anyone after dawn, which is the true essence of the tropical jungle.

Vent, indulge, all negative emotions are evaporated immediately after entering here.

Morris laughed and squeezed into the dance floor, squeezed with these young men and women to his heart's content, and vented to his heart's content.

In the passages of the black holes in the distance, from time to time, there are blushing sounds that are dispelled by the huge music. For these people, this place is heaven!

Morris, who wandered around the dance floor for a long time, has never found a target to attack. He doesn't like those who are too unrestrained. Perhaps this has something to do with his lack of culture and his awe of culture and high society. He loves cultured people, and the moment when he rides a cultured person, and at that moment he feels like he can do anything. He will use his technology to ruthlessly tear up those girls' education, culture, and social status, just as he can conquer the whole world.

With a sudden, unintentional glance, he saw a girl sitting quietly on the edge of the dance floor, wearing a pair of glasses and a long ponytail, very intellectual. Morris didn't know what intelligence was, he only knew that this girl attracted him.

"A person?" He squeezed over and sat directly beside the girl. The girl glanced at him, moved aside, and kept a distance from him.

The girl refused very decisively, pointing to the dance floor where it was hard to see who was who, "No, there are my friends."

Morris also moved over and sat next to the girl again, "What about me? Am I lucky enough to be your friend, ma'am?"

I have to say that Morris does have some capital, and his fairly good attire and his somewhat flamboyant expression can indeed arouse some interest in some girls who seek excitement, especially those good girls. The more repressed those girls are on weekdays, the more indulgent they are here.

The girl moved aside again, "I don't like making friends with strangers."

The more the girl avoided, the more interesting Morris found it, and the more itchy in his heart. Otherwise, there is a slut factor in people's bones, and none of the Morris who came to the door on the dance floor looked down on them. On the contrary, he was so unwilling to communicate with him in depth. On the contrary, he hoped to succeed more. ? Of course, if it sounds better, it belongs to men's desire to conquer. Men are not interested in things that are not difficult. Only things that are insurmountable can be enjoyed when conquered.

"My name is Maurice, people know me!", Maurice moved over again, "Look, you know my name, then we are friends now!"

The girl sneered, "I don't know you, and please stay away from me, I don't like you like this."

Being rejected again and again by the same girl with cold words, even Morris couldn't hold back his face. It's true that he has a thick skin, but this attitude is too hurtful! Just when he was considering whether to use other means, the girl's friends may have been tired from dancing and came back.

There were three people in total, two girls and one boy. The three of them were covered in sweat, and one of the girls was still wearing a tight-fitting dress. The two bulges on her chest shook with the shaking, making people dizzy. Morris took a look, licked the corner of his mouth, and moved his gaze to the faces of the three.

They were all very young, with a bookish look that had not entered the society. God's best youth was painted on their faces, which made Morris feel jealous.

He was young too, but he is no longer young.

The boy glanced at Morris in surprise, and asked the girl, "Are you friends?"

Before the girl could answer, Morris stood up and extended his hand, "Yes, we are friends, nice to meet you."

The boy froze for a moment, as if he was not familiar with such etiquette among adults, he stretched out his hand and shook Morris a little bluntly. It may be that he suddenly used the etiquette of an adult to give him the illusion that he had grown up, and he sat beside Morris in a friendly manner.

"I've never heard Nasha say that she has a friend like you. What's your name?" Morris found it very interesting that the boy had no plans. This is a person with education and culture!

Morris ticked his fingers behind him, turned around and gave instructions, and then said: "My name is Morris, and I still have a little face in Tenell. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time.", During the speech Morris's footman brought a bottle of wine, and the eyes of the boys and girls lit up when they saw it.

He held it in his hand as if showing off, and said proudly: "Jin Dian, some places sell it for 18 yuan a bottle!", 18 yuan is enough to reach the minimum income of the middle class in Tenell City Standard, in other words, this bottle of wine is equal to a middle class, two ordinary workers' salary for one month! He opened the lid fluently, and asked with a smile, "Would you like a drink?"