Chapter 14: Cook
The smoke in the room is like a fairyland.
While playing cards with a few big smoke guns, they swallowed the fog in a leisurely manner, but it was a real loss for the men in the corner to keep on exercising.
When Marza opened the door and entered, these people concentrated on what they were doing. Only the bald man and the fat man took care of Marza.
"Boss."
Marza got used to it too, and passed the group of people and came to the bald man.
"Why, got beaten?"
The bald man did not continue to tease, he put the book down casually, leaned his upper body backwards, tilted his legs.
The fat man stared at the half of Marza's pig face, his eyes flashed with disdain.
Don't look at this fat man with a lot of flesh, in terms of strength, he is stronger than Marza, and he can be a fat man in Meteor Street by himself.
"Yeah." Marza lowered his head, a look of shame appeared on his face, which looked a little weird because of the swelling of one side.
"Let's listen." The bald man had no expression on his face, and he was a little bit interested in wondering what happened.
First of all, Marza knows the rules. If you are tortured one-on-one, don't expect others to help. If you are being gang-beaten, depending on the situation, you can still help him find his place.
Since Marza is here, it means that he was beaten by a group, but there shouldn't be only one injury. The main reason is that the injury is too light.
"It's Marge, and outsiders who have only recently been accepted." Marza's tone was mixed with resentment. Knowing the boss's style, he didn't add any oil and jealousy, and directly said what had just happened.
After listening to Marza's narration, the fat man immediately laughed and said: "Is there any mistake, you are as strong as a cow, but you are too scared to move by a little boy?"
The bald man's reaction is not as big as that of a fat man. He has a thoughtful look, and his triangular eyes are shining brightly.
Marza knew that he was wrong, and had no power to refute the fat man's ridicule, but raised his head slightly, expecting the boss to help him out.
At this moment, the bald man stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and patted Marza's shoulder, and said, "You can't blame you, after all, you haven't touched that level."
level?
Mal was puzzled, but did not dare to ask.
"Where are they?" The bald man grinned with a sullen smile.
Marza was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, the boss asked that he was going to help him, but before he could speak, he was robbed of him by the fat man.
"Boss, Marza is so useless, even if you are leaving tomorrow, there is no need to help him out, right?"
"Don't say that, anyway, brother." The bald man glanced at the fat man and his smile became more and more cripple.
Indeed, as usual, this situation can only be regarded as useless for Marza himself, and there is no need to stand up for him.
There are two reasons why the bald man agreed. One is that he judged that the little kid named'Luo' would also'read', so he was interested for a while, and the other was that he had been arranged to be transported. One of the members of the gang organization has to set off tomorrow.
The key is still the second reason.
Anyway, I was about to leave Meteor Street, and I would never come back again, so I can relax before I leave.
He had already made a list. The people on it were all people who were going to kill before they left, and the method of death had already been decided.
If these people are the main dishes, then the two little guys, Luo and March, should be regarded as appetizers...
"Heh, hehe..."
Thinking of the beauty, the bald man suddenly let out a deep laugh, his triangular eyes burst into intoxication, and he subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips.
The emotions reached the depths, and his aura unconsciously radiated out, fierce, mad... His body seemed to be wrapped with a black silk thread.
Marza and Fatty, who are the closest to the bald man, had a chill, and they took a few steps back subconsciously in shock.
The other people in the room were also taken aback. Regardless of whether the cards in their hands were good or not, the few people who played cards immediately threw them on the ground, all retreating to the corner.
They looked at the boss who had been making a deep laugh. They only felt that the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped, and they were cold all over.
"Tell me the location."
After a while, the bald man stopped laughing and did not look at Marza. Instead, he picked up the book that had just been put down again and turned it over. As he turned the pages, his almost crazy expression gradually calmed down.
This is a book that is not too thick. There is only one title on the orange cover: The Thousand Ways of Human Death!
That’s how it feels...
Feeling the breath emanating from the boss, Marza's body trembled slightly. At this moment, he realized that the boss and the little kid just provoke were the ‘same kind of person’.
The boss asked him where he was, but he could only guess where he was based on the protective clothing on Macky.
However, in the next answer, he could not use the uncertain vocabulary "should" or "probably". In the dark, he had a hunch that he would bring such vocabulary.
Then, will he...die?
Even if it's just a guess, or it's not clear about the exact location, there is only one answer at this time.
At this moment, no one came to teach Marza how to answer. He resisted the fear, summoned all the courage that was left, and replied with a trembling voice: "The landfill outside West Street."
The landfill area is very large, and there are classifications and locations, but Marza can only answer the landfill area.
"Oh."
The bald man turned the pages of the book and suddenly stopped.
"Well, this is how to die."
He muttered to himself, then he threw the book back and walked towards the door blankly.
Everyone present did not dare to take a breath, their eyes moved to the door with the bald man.
"Go ahead, I'll go out to'play'." The bald man opened the wooden door and strode away.
The bald man's name is Cook, he has always felt that he is a noble person!
When Cook left, Marza's knees softened and he fell to his knees, his face and back were already covered in cold sweat.
Seeing Marza's embarrassed appearance, the fat man couldn't laugh at anything this time.
...
The landfill outside West Street.
As long as you step out of Meteor Street and look around, you can see many trucks carrying all kinds of garbage driving around in the landfill.
These truck drivers may have developed a route habit over the years. They basically follow the same route every time they come, and the types of garbage carried by trucks from different places are also different.
This is the garbage dump all over the world. Powerful and rich countries as well as poor and weak countries will transport their garbage here.
For a long time, no matter which landfill area is, the residents of Meteor Street will be divided into four locations, namely Zone A, Zone B, Zone C, and Zone D.
This is just an autonomous division, not a garbage classification.
Area D is the area with the least resources and the area with the most various chemical wastes. Area A is the area with the most resources, but there will also be various dangerous chemical residues.
Because the D area has the least resources and is very dangerous, there are fewer people there, and March and the others usually go to the D area.
After arriving at the destination, the four of them separated.
"Stay what you think is useful."
Following what Mackey said, Luo walked alone among the mountains of trash.
Although not affected by the miasma, the stench is unbearable.
Luo's ability to control'qi' is still very weak, but it is still possible to cover'qi' on the nose to resist the bad smell.
When he first arrived, he didn't look for useful things in the first time, but just wandered around.
Suddenly, his calm thoughts seemed to flash through an electric current, making him subconsciously look towards a pile of **** mountains twenty meters away.
Something is there...
This sentence came to mind inexplicably.
Luo frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the mountain of garbage.
As the distance gets closer, the subtle feeling becomes stronger, like an arrow pointing his direction.
Following a clearer and clearer feeling, Luo Qiang endured the psychological discomfort, dived into this pile of garbage, and turned over with a clear purpose.
About ten minutes later, my fingertips accidentally touched a hard object, and white smoke appeared in my consciousness again.
"This is?" Luo was slightly surprised.
