Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"Jesse Pinkman, Pinkman...the pink man." Zhuang Xuteng muttered his alias in the mission, and he couldn't help but have some strange thoughts in his heart: "Why is it pink again? Ever since he was possessed by the Lich Master. , this color always appears. Is my fate cursed by pink?"

The curse is just Zhuang Xuteng's conjecture. In short, it is a superstitious behavior. Going back five thousand years, when the power of gods and magic was at its peak, curse spells targeting fate were also impossible to achieve. Today, whether it is the only remaining rune spells or the booming shadow follower technology, they are still far away from the threshold that can affect destiny.

It's a bit ironic to say. Five thousand years ago, gods and magic were open to everyone, but this has been lost to history. There were also churches at that time, and the churches would also try to monopolize the power of divine spellcasting for their own benefit, and the gods would also select people with corresponding characteristics according to their own preferences, and let them become priests responsible for ruling or paladins who control armed forces. Although various "screenings" do prevail, the gift of "being able to cast spells" exists in everyone.

At that time, even if one was from a bad background or had no education, as long as one had the talent for casting spells, one could always acquire magical abilities through direct communication with the gods, thus mastering the power enough to enhance one's status. There are many poor and impoverished children in history who became powerful magical casters and successfully changed their destiny.

After the gods ascended, they left behind a world ruled by corporations. The talent of divine magic has disappeared from everyone forever, and the knowledge of rune spells and shadow servants has been pocketed by the company, thus pocketing everyone's destiny. Not only do they make a lot of money through rune spells and shadow knowledge, but they also rely on them to eliminate any attempt to influence their status.

Powerful rune spells and cutting-edge shadow knowledge are called extraordinary powers and have become the most important core supporting the company's power.

The company's specialized high school will teach some shadow knowledge, but the part involving extraordinary power will still not be demonstrated. These schools are responsible for screening talents to ensure that the best ones are used by the company, and the outstanding and qualified ones also enter those departments that are dependent on the company. Only by joining the company and actively becoming an integral part of the company's strength can a person have access to extraordinary power.

Zhuang Xuteng's grades were not good and he had no chance to enter a specialized higher education institution. It could be said that he was eliminated without even seeing the threshold. The formal way is unavailable, so learning shadow knowledge from a gang chef becomes the only chance.

The only chance to start climbing again.

Following Lucy's instructions, Zhuang Xuteng came to the "New Sunshine Sports Center" located at the junction of the Hub District and Xiacheng District. This is the earliest sports center in Peicheng, and it also had its own glorious history. However, with the completion of the Shangcheng District Competition Center and the gradual decline of the Lower City District, the "new sunshine" has long since become the setting sun, and even the last trace of the afterglow cannot be seen.

As early as ten years ago, this place was "contracted" to a public welfare organization in the nearby community. In fact, it was controlled by the Wild Monkey Gang and became the gang's activity base, even a fortress. Members of this gang especially like to exercise, and their distinctive features are extremely developed muscle tissue and violence composed of fists, feet and sticks. Compared with being two meters tall and weighing two to three hundred kilograms, tattoos of chimpanzees and gorillas on his body are not that obvious.

By the way, gangsters are named after primates of different sizes, and their leader is "King Kong."

"Whether you are carrying a stun bat or wearing a grounding suit, it will not give you an advantage when facing the members of the Wild Monkey Gang." Lucy is right, an electric stun bat cannot bring down those guys at all, and Casserole When a big fist hits, the protective capabilities of a grounding suit and an undershirt are actually about the same.

She prepared a shadow shock bomb for Zhuang Xuteng, which could attack the nervous system of everyone within a twenty-meter radius, causing them to be temporarily paralyzed. The shock bomb was a round ball slightly smaller than an egg. It was coated with food-grade grease and then swallowed by him. Combined with half a bottle of laxative, if nothing else happens, it will "reappear" within two or three days. The process was uncomfortable, and the protection provided to Zhuang Xuteng was very limited, but it was the only way to bring weapons in.

Except for the high-intensity suppressive firepower formed by a large number of shadow guns, there is no single weapon that can guarantee Zhuang Xuteng's safety. He will inevitably be surrounded by the muscular sticks of the Wild Monkey Gang. The shock bomb with a radius of twenty meters can give him a chance at most, and that will also be the last chance to escape with his life.

When he got off the bus, Zhuang Xuteng seemed to have entered another world. This place was occupied by steel, cement and strong bodies. Iron and sweat constitute the color here. Those who are tall suppress the short ones with their superior gaze. They can laugh and talk as much as they want, while the others only have depression.

As soon as he got out of the car, he was stared at by more than a dozen eyes, without any kindness in them. With a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a weight of 140 pounds, you must lower your head in this area, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the Wild Monkey Gang. If a gang of gorillas surrounded him, Zhuang Xuteng would have only two fates: defeat them and join him, or be torn into pieces.

Zhuang Xuteng bent down and pulled down the brim of his hat, showing due respect and restraint. The unkind eyes left, leaving only a curious look. That was a basic greeting to a stranger. There was no danger, and nothing would happen for at least a month.

According to the instructions, Zhuang Xuteng walked towards the New Sunshine Stadium, then bypassed the circular track and field and outdoor ball square, and headed to its annex: a seven-story building built for commentators, referees, and event organizers to carry out their work. He was stopped by the "baboon" guards at the door, some of the lowest ranks of official gang members. Below them are the "monkey sons" of the trainee members, while ordinary people outside the gang are the "bananas".

"What are you doing?" The baboon chuckled and whispered in a low voice, commenting on the appearance of the banana in front of him.

"Oranges, tangerines and figs, two meals a day, ordered flour." Zhuang Xuteng told the guard the secret code the chef had given Lucy, and then waited for the result.

"It turned out to be the person Heisenberg was looking for. He explained this matter yesterday." A baboon said to Zhuang Xuteng: "You must also know the rules. Outsiders must be thoroughly searched when they come in."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "I know. From top to bottom, from beginning to end, don't get the order wrong."

"Of course," said one baboon, and four other baboons gathered around.

They first rummaged through Zhuang Xuteng's hair, checked his ear holes, shined a bright light on his nostrils, then asked him to open his mouth, and checked every tooth and the surrounding area of ​​his tongue. After that, they touched all over the body with their hands, not sparing every inch.

This was a very humiliating and intrusive inspection. Even if he knew about it in advance and was mentally prepared, Zhuang Xuteng still felt that they were going too far. Lucy had warned him that he must tell them the order of the search, otherwise the savages would really poke their anal fingers into your mouth.

The people of the Wild Monkey Gang regard other people as animals and food, not as human beings. How can there be any human rights?

"You have a pink skull tattoo on your back. What does it mean?"

Living shadows were expensive and powerful, and a commoner couldn't bear them. The people of the Wild Monkey Gang didn't think about it at all.

"My last name is Pinkman, which means pink person. The pink skull is to commemorate the ancestors who have passed away and hope to receive their blessings."

"It's just such a small tattoo, it's not as big as a finger. Even if it can bless you, it won't bless you much!" Several baboons laughed, then pushed Zhuang Xuteng and said, "Okay, no problem, you can put on your clothes and go in. Hai Sunborg is in the kitchen on the third underground floor. Take the stairs on the left, turn right after exiting the stairwell, and it's at the end."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded slowly, his expression maintaining a "just so" state. He put his clothes back on and walked into the building amidst the comments of the baboons.

How prosperous it once was, it is now so desolate. The bustling and enthusiastic event organization center has become the gym of the Wild Monkey Gang. Entering the building, all non-load-bearing walls have been demolished, and the old pillars are filled with various equipment. The sound of lifting, boxing, wrestling and ropes is deafening.

There used to be colorful glass curtain walls here, but they have now been removed to increase air circulation and meet the needs of the Wild Monkey Gang for sufficient oxygen during exercise. The sun's rays shine directly through the empty window frames, and everything from metal equipment to sweat-covered skin shines in the sunlight.

If you only see this, the Wild Monkey Gang seems to be a pretty serious fitness organization, but things are far from that simple.

The smell of sweat does not occupy a dominant position here, but a very strange soup taste is the absolute protagonist. That is the secret formula of the Wild Monkey Gang. It is a thick mixed porridge made from a variety of high-calorie, high-protein, and high-oxidation synthetic foods, and a large amount of growth-promoting, stimulating, and therapeutic powders are added to it.

They eat a lot and then exercise too much, fueled by drugs. Specialty stimulants twist the pain of exercise into pleasure, and growth-promoting and therapeutic powders ensure they can continue the cycle. It is said that the Wild Monkey Gang also uses some shadow slave equipment to allow the gang members to break through the growth limits of their bodies and develop twice, thrice, and again, turning into giants one by one.

Their commotion had nothing to do with Zhuang Xuteng; he didn't want to be like them at all.

Finding the stairwell and heading down, the hustle and bustle of the seven floors above quickly diminished. The underground floor should be a storage room. Inside the large iron door and reinforced walls are the gang's goods. It also serves as a soundproofing and silencing function. The door to the second underground floor was locked, and the surveillance camera was pointed in the direction of the stairs. Zhuang Xuteng could still vaguely hear the guards talking behind the door.

There is an old smell on the third underground floor. The old ventilation fan is working feebly, bringing a weak fresh air here, like a breath of breath to a suffocating person. Zhuang Xuteng felt a little suffocated, as if he had entered a deep well, but the depth here was only ten meters underground, so he guessed that there must be another reason for the turbid air.

Although the air is bad, the place is brightly lit, with a fluorescent lamp on every square meter of ceiling. They all emit gentle light that does not cause dazzling, and can be combined to create the effect of shadowless lights in the operating room. It is obvious that someone has put a lot of thought into it. Entering the corridor, Zhuang Xuteng couldn't see his own shadow. It could only exist under his feet that couldn't be lifted, or deep in his heart where light couldn't shine.

A shadowless middle-aged man stood in the corridor. He covered his eyes with sunglasses, and with a half-smile expression on his face, he rubbed his hands and asked, "J·P?"

This man is obviously Heisenberg.

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