I really don't want to cross

Chapter 82
At night, on the top floor of the central office building in District 16.

Kazama straightened his neck, looked at the middle-aged face in the mirror, but could not help but sigh.

The recent downturn in the company's research projects has added a little gray hair to his originally black hair.

It's not because of funding. As he owns a solar cell module company, he has never worried about research funding.

But having money doesn’t mean you can buy everything. Almost every big company is doing research on gastrulation, because the gastrulation carcasses themselves have great research value.

However, there are only a few gastrula that enter the giant stone tablet every month, most of which are still in the hands of IISO, and the rest are bought by other big companies. Almost half a year has been studying some theoretical things.

Thinking of this, Kazama sighed again, got up and walked towards his office, planning to go to IISO to ask if there were any gastratus corpses left.

Pushing open the door of the office, Kazama closed the door casually, and then went to press the switch on one side.

With a crisp sound, the dark office suddenly lit up.

But as the lights came on, Kazama suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, which made him froze, and subconsciously touched the doorknob.

"Relax, if I want to kill you, there is no need to wait here."

A chilling voice came, it was like a piece of paper was blocked in the throat, it sounded extremely gritty, giving people a sense of eerie and full of incongruity.

"who are you?"

Kazama was talking, but his body quietly moved towards the door, obviously he didn't trust the person who came.

A mysterious person suddenly appeared in his office at such a late hour. If the other person said anything, he would believe everything, and he would not have survived till now.

However, Kazama still looked at the figure beside the desk. It was a man who was not tall, and could even be said to be a little thin. He was dressed in black clothes and pants, and his whole body was covered in a black windbreaker.

And that face is wearing a mask with distorted patterns, combined with the strange aura on his body that seems to be integrated with the darkness outside the window, it seems like a devil who will start a bloody slaughter at any time.

"The cursed son?"

Kazama tentatively said, although there are some subtle differences, the scarlet eyes in the mask are exactly the same as those of the Cursed Son... No, it should be said that they are more penetrating than the cursed child's red eyes.

'boom--! '

The masked man didn't speak, but threw a rag bag at Kazama's feet.

"Look, if you don't understand my purpose, I don't think you dare to continue talking with me."

Kazama was taken aback, looked at the masked man strangely, hesitated for a moment, and used his toes to push away the rags on the ground, quite cautiously; as soon as he felt something was wrong, he immediately gave up his actions and turned to run away.

A corner of the rag bag was lifted, revealing a rough piece of flesh and blood.

The moment he saw the flesh and blood, Kazama's pupils suddenly dilated, and he squatted down directly, his face full of ecstasy.

"Is this...a Gastrea?"

"Ah."

The masked man nodded, walked to the window and turned his back to Kazama and said, "This way you should be more relaxed, the purpose of my coming here, you should have understood after seeing this piece of rotten meat."

"how many?"

Kazama restrained the ecstasy in his heart, and resisted the urge to shout "I want as much as I want", but the more this time came, the more he couldn't be in a hurry.

"Dozens of stage one corpses, ten stage two corpses, and one fragmented corpse of stage three, adding up to nearly a hundred."

"what!!"

Kazama's face changed drastically, and his hands trembled unavoidably.

At first I thought it was just stage one, but the other party actually said that there are gastrulations in stage two, and...stage three...

But after the excitement, Kazama could not help but frown, and his expression could not help but carry a trace of suspicion.

The number said by the other party is really too big, but it makes Kazama doubt whether what the other party said is true.

The masked man seemed to see the suspicion in his heart, and said directly: "Boss Kazama, I wonder if you read yesterday's news?"

Yesterday's news?
Kazama was stunned, and then his eyes lit up. It is impossible for him not to know the news of the gastrulation invasion in District 28 last night, and even if he didn't watch it yesterday, he also watched the rebroadcasts of various TV stations during the day.

"so……"

"Buy? Or not?" The masked man asked directly, with a hint of impatience in his ugly voice.

This made Kazama's expression tense, and he subconsciously wanted to reply to buy, but the merchant's nature forced him to restrain this impulse, and instead he said in a low voice with hesitation: "This...well, mask friend, I am indeed Gastrea is very much needed, but the origin of these things of yours...isn't it a bit..."

"Oh?"

The masked man turned around with great interest, and there was a hint of teasing in those scarlet eyes: "Boss Kazama, you seem to have made a mistake?"

"Ok?"

"I advise you to restrain your businessman's methods in front of me. After all, I am also a businessman at heart." The masked man chuckled, turned his head to look at the night outside the window, and pointed his black gloved hand in a certain direction. Refers to: "There is a company called 'Fonni' over there."

Turned in another direction: "And there is a 'Tomita' company over there."

"There is also a 'Benma' company over there."

"There are many more, aren't there?" Looking at Kazama's increasingly ugly face, the masked man let out a deep and strange laugh: "Boss Kazama, I am the one who takes the lead in this transaction, what you need It's about convincing me to sell you the Gastrea carcass, not about haggling with me."

"Or……"

The masked man slowly opened the window, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in: "Is it better for me to go to the companies I just mentioned?"

"Hey, wait." As soon as this remark came out, Kazama suddenly became anxious, and said with a smile on his face: "Mask friend, look at me, aren't you used to it; you sold all the corpses of those gastritis Give it to me, I'll pay [-]% more than the market price?"

'Clap clap clap'

The masked man clapped his hands: "Happy cooperation."

"However, in terms of transportation, I need you, my friend, to figure out a way." Kazama frowned: "As I said before, these are things of unknown origin. Let's not talk about the IISO side. If the official side knows Yes, it will definitely be tracked down, I don't think you want to expose it, my friend."

The unknown origin is simply too obvious. In the middle of the night, dressed in black and wearing a mask, they appeared in his office out of thin air. It would be strange if these gastroenteric creatures came from a legitimate origin.

Normally, this kind of "corpse collection" should be done by IISO internal staff or officials.

If it weren't for the lack of gastritis, Kazama would not dare to take the risk of taking over these hot gastritis, but he is also forced to go to the bottom of the road now, and he has invested too much in this research.

The other party should have seen this point, so they chose him, a company with mid-level financial resources and power.

"No problem, tell me the address, and I will make those gastroenterates appear at the place you specify out of thin air. But I need a cash transaction, pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand."

"I see."

Kazama nodded, he also prefers cash transactions, because only in this way can no trace be left.

Immediately, he took out the pen directly from his coat pocket, and wrote a note.

The masked man nodded when he saw this, walked up to Kazama, took the note, and held out his hand: "We are happy to cooperate."

"Happy cooperation." Kazama was slightly taken aback, then smiled and stretched out his hand.

"I'm leaving."

"take care."

"I mean, can you please not block the door."

"...Uh, let's go through the door?" Kazema's mouth twitched.

"Nonsense, I can't fly."

Kazama: "..."

I really thought you were going to fly out of the window, go through the door... What do you mean by opening the window just now?
Coming to the door mysteriously, the whole person is so weird, but there is no very compelling way to exit...

"At such an old age, read less science fiction in the future."

"Uh, walk slowly."

The corner of Kazama's eye twitched, and he stepped aside to open the door.

The masked man stepped out of the room, but just after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and turned back: "You help me swipe the elevator card, this is the 18th floor, it's too strenuous to climb the stairs back and forth!"

"..."

Kazama suddenly lost confidence in the mysterious 'transportation' the man was talking about.

……

After leaving the office building, the masked man put the hood of his coat on his head and disappeared directly into the crowd.

It was not until he walked into an alley and made sure that there was no one around that he took off the mask on his face, revealing that immature and fair face with a little baby fat.

"Huh, I knew I would bring the bat with me."

Wood curled his lips, and sure enough, he still flew out of the window, which was more mysterious.

He took out Jian Lunliang's mobile phone from his coat pocket, glanced at the APP inside the IISO on it, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, put the mobile phone and mask in his arms, walked out of the alley, stopped a car and went to 27 District, and then found his broken van on the outskirts of District 27, and drove towards the compound on a bumpy road.

Now that the funding has been settled, the rest will depend on little Anna.

As a cursed child, little Anna knew better than Wood, a half-baby, how to make these children stronger. After watching the last police battles, Wood had a deeper understanding of the fighting power of these little girls.

As long as these little girls become stronger, they will still be afraid of gastritis in the future, and at worst, I will close the door and release Lori.

Think about how thousands of lolis rush forward with their teeth and claws in between waving their hands...

Uh, I don't think it's too scary, but rather cute...

Of course, this is just a thought. Wood just hopes that they can have a certain ability to protect themselves, and he is not going to use them to do anything.

the wicked.

Just be yourself.

Raising his head, Wood glanced at the bustling central area behind him through the reversing mirror, and the expression on his face gradually changed, becoming extremely cold.

Again and again, again and again.

Xiaoya's tragic experience.

The tragic experience of little Anna.

And this time driving gastrula.

Time and time again, let Wood understand...

human nature!
So cheap in a world full of despair.

If it was me in the past, I probably have already seen through this point.

Because I used to be an ordinary person with cheap humanity.

Although it is the same now, but I don't know when it started, but I became a little naive.

Shaking his head, Wood looked at his red eyes in the rearview mirror.

Just like teaching those little girls, if you want to change, you must break the inherent thinking.

Fear of death doesn't mean you don't have anger, it just means that you are more tolerant than ordinary people.

But I don't go to provoke you, but you don't even leave me a way to survive.

want to kill me...

It will threaten my precious life.

Whether personally, or the world as a whole...

You must prepare for death and destruction in advance!

In the reversing mirror, Wood's face became more and more strange, with the corners of his mouth open to the sides, revealing an ugly smile, and his black eyes turned into bloody red eyes at this moment, full of desperate madness.

Horrifying laughter gradually rose in the van.

When the compound appeared in front of his eyes, the expression on Wood's face gradually calmed down and returned to normal again.

Leaving the steering wheel with his left hand, Wood turned his body sideways to change gears.

But there was a 'bang', as if some gravel had been crushed, the entire body of the car swayed, and the direction of the car changed.

"Fuck!!!"

There was a loud curse in the night sky, and the van plunged directly into the wall beside the road.

……

(End of this chapter)