The Dark King

In the villages and towns outside the chariot, Du Dean did not see the gorgeous sky rails, nor the shiny steel buildings, only the ordinary concrete and brick bungalows, and many plain civilians riding rusty bicycles Interspersed in the streets, like the old feeling of the 1980s, it is far from the prosperous urban area full of future technology.

He also saw scavengers in ragged clothes lying on the side of the road, skinny as wood, surrounded by flies, and the civilians around him could not avoid it and covered their noses.

"The plant is in the suburbs?" Du Dean asked and asked Rocco.

Rocco fluttered instinctively and quickly said: "Mr. Du is a little restless. The wilderness outside the plant is still a distance away from here, but at the speed of our Pusley, it will soon arrive."

Du Dian frowned slightly and said, "This city was built by your ancestors. Since there are not so many people in the city, why do you want to enclose such a large area?"

Rocco smiled bitterly: "In the past, our city had a larger population than it is now. Later, because of the pollution of water resources, more and more people were infected by nuclear radiation, which affected fertility, resulting in a slow decline in the number of offspring. After the central government established a government agency, the people in the fringe areas slowly migrated to the city center. Over time, the villages and towns near the city center were overcrowded, but the suburbs became ghost towns, uninhabited. Only these damn scavengers were in Life in those ghost towns."

Dudian was silent.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the front.

Du Dean and Rocco looked forward and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a big-bellied poop policeman roll down the window of an open-fronted Presley chariot, and shot and killed a scavenger who was blocking the road ahead.

The chariot quickly passed by the dead scavengers, and a body fell to the ground. It was a seven or eight-year-old child, staring straight at one place with his eyes, forever.

"Why are they called scavengers?" Du Dean's eyes moved away from the body, looking at the suburban road outside the window, and asked Rocco.

Rocco covered his nose slightly, frowned, and seemed to smell bad smells across the window. When Du Dean asked, he didn't hide his disgust and disgust, saying: "These things are like mice, looking for food everywhere. , No matter what they eat, so call them scavengers, they are all bacteria, viruses, Mr. Du must not be close, some viruses, even Mr. Du, you are a demon warrior, they may not be able to resist, and These things can't be killed. If you kill a batch, another batch will pop up."

Hearing his words, Du Dean's brows couldn't help but wrinkled. He noticed that Rocco used "these things" to refer to these scavengers twice in a row. This should have been his kind, and listening to this, the scavengers were only nuclear For those with serious radiation infections, urban elites like Rocco and the middle-aged men in tuxedos that I met before only know that these scavengers eat everything, but have not thought about who would be willing to eat garbage if it is not too hungry?

Sympathy and compassion treat the weak, but these scavengers may not even be the weak in their eyes, just like people's first reaction to seeing cockroaches is to take slippers and kill them.

The discrimination caused by this region has persisted since the old times and has never disappeared. Just like "outsiders" and "countrymen", even people who speak do not feel that their words have a discriminatory meaning, but only Only as a title.

Thinking of this, Du Dean had a dull feeling and leaned back on the seat back. His body drifted away and his mind drifted away as the tank shook slightly.

Half an hour later, the chariot drove from a dry plain to a green area. There were more than a dozen giant windmills outside the green area. In addition, many solar panels were spread on the ground to absorb heat energy.

Xuehan pushed the car door and jumped first, followed by Rocco.

Du Di'an also got up, stooped down, and his feet stepped down from Song Ming's face.

After Du Di'an got out of the car, Song Ming immediately turned over and climbed, feeling that his neck was twisted a bit stiff, like a pillow, he clenched his teeth and twisted hard, only to hear a click of the neck bone, a lot of comfort, but his face was hot The pain was still there, he clenched his fists, and he dared not look at Xue Han outside the car. He just hurriedly glanced from under her clothes to know where she was, and then jumped out of the car, clenched her fists, and resented him. Incomparably, staring at Du Dean resentfully.

Du Di'an turned his head, saw Song Ming's eyes, smiled lightly, and said: "You can hate me, but you can't provoke me, you know?"

Song Ming only felt an anger rushing to the top of his head, which was about to explode, but he still tolerated it, turned his head, clenched his fists, his body shivered slightly, Du Di'an said straightforward point That is, you can hate him, but you can't show it in front of him. Even if you hate, you can only hate it in your heart!

These words did not put him in the eyes at all, completely despised!

Xue Han glanced at Song Ming and saw his fist trembling slightly, and sighed secretly in her heart. She knew that Song Ming had always been face-saving and extremely proud. Now she was completely despised, and it was estimated that she was already crazy.

However, she was relieved to see that Song Ming was able to hold back her seizure, and at the same time she looked at him a lot.

"Mr. Du, please." Rocco spoke in time, and it seemed to be playing round for Song Ming, but he was very happy. In his eyes, Song Ming was no different from Du Dean. They were both ugly Devil warriors, and they boasted. Protoss?Pooh!

Rocco led the way, Du Di'an and Xue Han followed, and Song Ming fell to the end.

As he walked, Du Dean suddenly slapped his back with a slap in the back. With a slap, Song Ming was caught off guard. He was slapped by the slap and fell on the grass. He looked at Du Dean with a dull face, but he quickly became jealous. Angrily, he gripped the grass on the ground with his palms, crushed the grass, shivered with anger, and nearly snarled, "What are you doing?"

Xue Han and Rocco also had some doubts, watching Du Dean stop talking.

"I said, you can hate me, but don't provoke me." Du Dean withdrew his palms and said lightly: "It's your fault to show murderous intentions behind my back."

Xuehan and Rocco suddenly realized that Xuehan stepped forward to help Song Ming and said, "Wait back and say, come with me in front."

Song Ming shook her palms away, clenched her teeth, and swiftly walked forward with her head sullenly. She quickly shook off several people.

Rocco coughed softly and said, "Mr. Du, please here."

A few people walked to the middle of the grass. Behind the rows of solar panels, there was a small bungalow made of metal. Du Dian glanced under the bungalow with perspective. There was no hole in it. It was an underground processing plant. It was very wide and had a lot of machinery and workers. .

There is a guard in front of the small bungalow, stopping Song Ming in front of him, "Please show your identity card."

Song Ming was furious and shouted: "Blind your dog's eyes, I just left from here, can't you see?"

Several of the guards looked slightly cold, and one of them raised the suspected laser gun and said, "I will shoot without showing the ID card!"

Song Ming was trembling with anger, and his face was blue, and he pulled out the identity card from his pocket and threw it on the guard.

The guard glanced and nodded, returning the identity card to him.

"Several watchdogs are waiting for Lao Tzu!" Song Ming put away his identity card and walked into the small cottage angrily.

Rocco brought Du Dean and Xue Han to the guard, presented a document in his hand, and the guard opened it, glanced, nodded, and let it go sideways.

There is an elevator in the small cottage that leads to the underground factory.

Coming to the first floor of the factory, Du Dean and he saw a huge gold sculpture, a young man with a beautiful oriental face.

"This is the founder of our Rockefeller consortium, Rockefolk." Rocco saw the golden sculpture with a respectful face and introduced it to Du Dean.

"This is the handsome guy I've seen next to the god of technology, close to perfection." Xue Han next glanced at the face of the gold sculpture, and a smile appeared on his face.

Du Dian said lightly: "The perfect person is God."

"The god of technology is the perfect god!" Rocco smiled.

"The perfect god is the devil." Du Dean chuckled lightly.

Rocco and Xuehan froze, the smile on their faces disappeared, Rocco frowned: "Mr. Du, don't talk nonsense, defamation of the god of technology is a felony, well, let's go." After that, he brought Du Dean to In front of the office on the first floor of the underground processing plant.

Knock on the door.

"Come in."

Rocco pushed the door in. Inside was a stout man with a thick, round head and a round head, sitting on a swivel office chair with two bottles of red wine on the table in front of him, wearing a few stout gold rings on his fingers. Go up rustic and compelling.

"Manager." Rocco exclaimed.

The strong man looked up and fell on Du Dean at a glance, screaming: "Is this the Demon Race?"

"This is Mr. Du Dean, from the magic wall." Rocco politely said.

The strong man snorted softly and got up, said: "I know, there's nothing to do with you here, go back."

Rocco nodded, turned and left the office, and his task was over.

"You come with me." The strong man said to Du Dean and walked straight out of the office.