I kidnapped an alien civilization

Kyoto at night is very lively, with neon lights flashing on both sides of the street, and singing, singing, swallows and dancing are endless.

Wu Sanwei stood on a tall building and looked into the distance.

On one side is the brightly lit wealthy area of ​​Kyoto, and on the other is the dark refugee area of ​​Kyoto. The two are clearly separated, as if there is an invisible high wall in the middle.

Matsuda Sakuraiko, this is my leader.

Fang Tian's voice came from behind.

Wu Sanwei retracted his gaze and turned around.

A tall girl stood beside Fang Tian.

In the twilight, her shoulder-length black hair fluttered a few strands in the night wind. She had a fair oval face, big clear and bright eyes, no makeup on her lips but had a red luster, and her face was thin and sweet.

She was wearing a traditional Kyoto dress with an open neckline and slightly exposed collarbone. She was white and crystal clear, and she had a pair of gray sneakers on her feet, which looked a bit nondescript.

This is Matsuda Sakuraiko, she looks very good-looking, no wonder Fang Tian is so fascinated.

Ms. Matsuda, hello, you can call me Mr. W.

Wu Sanwei said hello.

Mr. W is his code name and pseudonym in this operation.

According to Matsuda Sakuraiko's description, there are three large power groups in the refugee camp area in Kyoto, namely the Black Dragon Society, the Sumiyoshi Society, and the Affinity Society.

Each large power group has tens of thousands of members, controls everything in the refugee camp, and is the actual controller there.

And there are several big chaebols behind them.

Fang Tian suggested that if you want to find clues, it is best to use the power of these three major power groups.

Wu Sanwei once worried, what should we do if the cannibalism cases in Kyoto were committed by these three power groups?

But Fang Tian's words dispelled Wu Sanwei's worries.

He had studied these power groups through Matsuda Sakuraiko, and knew that they wanted to maintain the stability of the refugee camp more than anyone else.

In refugee camps, they can reign supreme.

Once the refugee camps are dismantled or cleared, and they walk out of the camps, the best ending for them is to become lackeys of the plutocrats.

No one wants to be a dog if they can be human.

Wu Sanwei quite agrees with this point of view.

After careful research, they chose Sumiyoshikai as a breakthrough because it was at odds with the Mitsui consortium.

The only son of Matsunaga Hideo, the leader of the Sumiyoshi Society, was shot and killed by Shao Mitsui when he was competing with Shao Mitsui for the oiran at Kabuki in Kyoto.

Although Mitsui's family also made material compensation, they did not punish Mitsui less.

For this reason, Matsunaga Hideo has repeatedly said that if anyone can behead Shao Mitsui, the bounty will be 1 million.

Later, although under the mediation of several other big chaebols, Matsunaga Hideo withdrew the reward and shook hands with the Mitsui family to make peace, but the relationship between the two has been irreparable.

Recently, the Mitsui family is vigorously supporting the Black Dragon Society and the Affinity Society to launch an attack on the Sumiyoshi Society, trying to drive the Sumiyoshi Society out of the Kyoto refugee camp area.

Fortunately, the two major power groups understand the truth of the cold, and after receiving the support of the Mitsui family, they just pretended to show no real strength.

Sumiyoshikai did not fall apart.

Therefore, choosing Song Yongxiu as a breakthrough point is perfect.

But this time, Wu Sanwei played a material businessman.

In refugee camps where food and clothing are scarce, material merchants are the most popular.

Matsuda Sakuraiko lowered her head, looking for ants on the ground with her eyes.

Hello, Mr. W.

She was a little cautious. Fang Tian once said that the leader of the Earth Defense Agency was acting with them.

Although she deliberately hid her name, she still felt from Fang Tian's respectful attitude that this leader should hold an important position.

Moreover, this young man also vaguely reveals an inexplicable aura.

This breath made her very uncomfortable.

Seeing her shy and coy appearance, Wu Sanwei shook his head silently. How did the children of Fangtian survive in the refugee camp area?

You know, in hell, what the devil likes most is bright, delicate and beautiful things.

Leader, the support team has been arranged, we can set off. Fang Tian reminded from the side.

The road to the refugee area in Kyoto is dark and rugged.

Fortunately, the driver's driving skills were good and he reached the dividing line before midnight.

The so-called dividing line is a drainage channel more than ten meters wide and tens of kilometers long.

This was originally an agricultural irrigation canal, but after the fall of the moon, it gradually evolved into a sewage canal in Kyoto.

It was full of sewage from the wealthy districts, and it exuded a disgusting stench.

Wu Sanwei waved the responding comrades back, took out the mask from his backpack and put it on.

Fang Tian also frowned, and took out two masks.

Sakura Matsuda, can you wear it too?

He handed one over.

Matsuda Sakurai shook her head with a smile, walked to the side of the ditch full of sewage, hesitated for a moment, and dug out a handful of sludge.

Wu Sanwei was stunned.

Why would such a pretty girl be contaminated with such filthy things?

What is she going to do?

Matsuda Sakuraiko took a deep breath, and with her white and tender hands, applied the sludge to her delicate cheeks bit by bit.

The whole process is very slow, she is not smearing randomly, but in a certain way.

Apply to the forehead first, spread out the sludge and spread evenly.

Then on the face, apply a little on each side.

And a slender, smooth neck.

And I didn't even forget about the clothes.

Of course, there were several times during the whole process that Matsuda Sakurai almost threw up.

When she finally applied the mud to her hair with trembling fingers, it became unkempt and the whole makeup was over.

A delicate and handsome girl turned into a filthy, smelly refugee.

Wu Sanwei now understands how she survived hell.

And Fang Tian next to him seemed to be used to it, he just pulled his mask and lowered his voice: Mr. W, let's go, the guard at the bridgehead will change at midnight.

Wu Sanwei picked up his backpack and followed Fang Tian's pace along the drainage ditch in the dark.

After walking for about two miles, he saw a small bridge across the drainage ditch in front of him, and there were a dozen black figures faintly on the other side.

The three of them no longer hid their whereabouts, and even Fang Tian stepped harder on purpose, making a plop, plop sound in the darkness.

The sound really caught the attention of the other side.

They had hardly reached the bridge when they heard a cry.

Who are you, do you have any invitations?

This sentence is mixed with the unique dialect of the refugee area in Kyoto.

Wu Sanwei glanced at Matsuda Sakuraiko.

There is no greeting card, but there is bread.

Matsuda Sakuraiko didn't feel nervous at all, and raised a package of specially prepared expired bread.

Then come here quickly, it's time to change shift.

Wu Sanwei was determined, and it was indeed the same as Matsuda Sakuraiko introduced before.

The main task of the bridgehead guards is to prevent the refugees in the refugee camp from escaping, and turn a blind eye to the people coming in from outside.

Also, normal people, who would run to the refugee area?

After stepping on the small bridge, Wu Sanwei discovered that the bridge was made of several ropes and wooden rafts, which creaked and swayed from side to side when stepped on.

Carefully avoiding several broken planks, the three reached the bridge.

A dozen refugee soldiers with guns immediately surrounded them.

They were taller and bigger than ordinary refugees, and although their clothes had holes, they were still neat.

Where's the bread?

Without any inquiry, the one in the lead stretched out his hand directly.

Here! Matsuda Sakuraiko didn't step forward and threw the bread over.

Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose, the bread fell into a pothole in the distance.

Don't grab it, everyone has a share.

I believe you ghost, you swallowed the ham sausage last time.

That's right, this time it's mine!

The refugees yelled and rushed towards the pothole.

Walk!

Matsuda Sakuraiko suddenly made a gesture, and Fang Tian and Wu Sanwei came to their senses, rushed into the darkness, and ran along a small path.

When the three of them were sure that the refugee soldiers behind them could no longer catch up, they stopped and gasped for breath.

The people here are very greedy. Those soldiers who didn't grab the bread will never let us go.

Matsuda Sakuraiko explained.

Wu Sanwei didn't find it strange, after all, this is hell, promises are worthless.

Fang Tian took out the map and tactical flashlight from his pocket.

The three of them studied around the map.

From here along the path, walk another 20 kilometers, pass through two refugee villages, and you will arrive at the base camp of the Sumiyoshi Society, the Aomori camp. There is no danger on the way, as long as you avoid the attacks of the refugees.

Matsuda Sakuraiko introduced while pointing at the map.

Then let's go!

Fang Tian put the map into his backpack.

Wu Sanwei touched the black iron dagger stuck in his waist.

This dagger was given to him by Professor Li Mo. It is extremely black, extremely cold, and extremely sharp. It can directly pierce a 20cm thick steel plate.

Considering that entering the refugee camp in Kyoto this time requires contact with the leaders of the powerful forces, and it is not appropriate to carry heavy firepower, Wu Sanwei deliberately brought this dagger for self-defense.

Of course, he also carried two conventional weapons with him.

The three of them walked along the path, and from time to time they had to cross the wilderness, so the speed of travel was extremely slow.

It was already daylight, and we hadn't finished half the journey.

And not far ahead was a refugee village, Wu Sanwei decided to rest on the spot before moving on.

He took out the high-energy food from his backpack and handed it to the two of them respectively.

The appearance of this kind of food is very similar to that of biscuits, and it is pressed from high-calorie foods such as wheat flour, sugar, fat, and dairy products.

Eating it in your mouth is like chewing wood.

This food is also an item they prepare and trade with the Sumiyoshi Association.

Compared with delicious food, Kyoto refugees who have been suffering from hunger all day are more interested in this high-calorie food.

The three of them were full with one biscuit each, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls of mineral water, they set off again.

At this time, the shadows of the refugees had already appeared in the field.

Several refugees, who should be women in size, are squatting on the ground, digging up the roots of weeds with hoes.

Next to it, more than a dozen shirtless children are drinking water from plastic bottles from a gutter full of dirty water.

In the woods not far away, a few ragged and unkempt youths were cutting bark with a knife.

Most of the trees in the grove have had their dark brown bark stripped away, revealing white trunks.

In order to peel off the little bark left, the refugees had to climb up the branches of trees more than ten meters high.

Wu Sanwei was stunned for a moment, why is there no old man here?

However, before he could express his doubts, the refugees discovered the three of them.

The unkempt young man climbed down from the big tree and surrounded him with a knife.

The female refugee came forward with a hoe.

The children also picked up a few big stones from the ditch.

A gleam of joy flashed in their eyes at the same time, their adam's apples trembled, and they swallowed saliva incessantly, just like a hunter seeing a prey that has fallen into a trap.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Tian took a step forward to block Wu Sanwei and Matsuda Sakuraiko, and drew a conventional weapon from his waist.

Conventional weapons shone with a cold luster under the sunlight.

The refugees couldn't help taking a step back, feeling a little scared.

There is no bullet in his gun. Seeing that they are carrying such a big backpack and are well-dressed, they look like businessmen from outside. Come on, kill them, maybe we won't have to starve for a month!

A thin young man shouted suddenly, and rushed forward holding a knife.

It's done, it's dead anyway, it's better to fight!

The refugees behind him also raised their arms.

Without any hesitation, Fang Tian took aim and pulled the trigger in one go.

boom!

The thin young man fell to the ground,

The faces of the refugees changed drastically, and they immediately dropped their weapons and fell to their knees.

Master from outside, this is all Panasonic's idea, it has nothing to do with us, please forgive us.

Crying, they began to kowtow.

Wu Sanwei shook his head and continued walking along the path.

Let's go.

Matsuda Sakuraiko hurriedly followed.

Fang Tian did not put the conventional weapon back into his waist, but was always on alert.

Seeing that the three of them had disappeared, the refugees got up and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

It's all due to Panasonic, the eyeless boy, who almost killed us.

That's right, he doesn't even think about who dares to come in from the outside!

He's dead anyway, let's take his clothes off

I want pants..

I want shoes.

The refugees scrambled and surrounded them.

Ah, don't kill me. On the ground, Matsushita's body suddenly came alive.

He searched for the wound with his hands in panic, but found nothing.

Your shoes!

A female refugee pointed at Matsushita's feet in horror.

Hiss... The refugees gasped and took a step back.

It was only then that Matsushita realized that the bullet had left a round hole in his shoe, exposing his toes.

If you make a mistake even a little bit, your feet will be gone!

This marksmanship is perfect!

Who are they?

Panasonic got up from the ground, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself.

Wu Sanwei and the others followed the directions on the map and continued to move forward.

Fortunately, there was no siege on the road that followed. The refugees who were looking for food in the ruins, even if they found them, just watched them from a distance.

In the afternoon, the three finally arrived at the refugee area in Aomori.

Here, like other refugee camps, it was built in ruins, but it was simply surrounded by a circle of barbed wire.

There is a railing made of tree trunks at the entrance of the camp, which is equivalent to a gate.

This is a suspected door.