What?You say His Majesty is a war criminal! !

Chapter 10 Recruiting troops and planning for a great cause

Qin Zheng raised his head and looked at the fire.

It still burned silently on the high platform.

Occasionally there will be a crackling sound.

The log is in the fire and becomes part of the fire.

The firelight flickered occasionally, allowing the rolling darkness in the edge area to recede.

But soon the fire will fade and darkness will once again invade every inch of space.

Those evil things wander in the darkness.

"Bai Qi."

Qin Zheng, who came back to his senses, repeated the name in a low voice.

If he guessed correctly, this should be the name of the child he saved.

Who would have thought that this guy actually escaped from Drew District.

Still a psyker.

Able to sense other people's emotions and predict the future briefly.

It's just that his ability is a bit poor, otherwise how could he fall into the hands of the Tiger Claw Gang.

Predicting the future is not omnipotent.

The future is complicated.

All I saw were fragments.

Predictors can only find information from complex fragments and make their own choices.

Choice again breeds variability.

Qin Zheng could only predict the crisis and a little of the future.

Bai Qi's ability to predict was much worse than him.

Otherwise he wouldn't be stupid enough to provoke the Tiger Claw Gang.

Every psyker begins as a seed.

As for what kind of towering giant tree it will grow into and what kind of terrifying ability it can control, it all depends on them.

Of course, there is also a high possibility of dying halfway.

But if it grows up, it can be regarded as a good helper.

Looking at the firewood, Qin Zheng frowned slightly.

The fog around the fire cleared a little.

Let him touch the truth.

For his great cause of spreading the flames, he is not looking for a salary king.

But people like Bai Qi.

Qin Zheng had two guesses.

What the fire may need is psykers as firewood.

Or after the other party recognizes and follows him, he will become firewood.

"At least give me some hints!! It's like doing a guessing game."

Qin Zheng's tone seemed very helpless.

This mysterious space is somewhat his golden finger.

All his abilities come from here, from this fire! !

But he didn't even know what the fire was.

Qin Zheng turned his head and looked into the distance. Those terrifying tentacles, the scarlet blood moon, and the twisted structures came into view one by one.

The giant eye represented by the beholder is embedded in the sky like a mountain.

As if in response to Qin Zheng's gaze, that giant eye revealed an even more evil aura.

"This place is so fucking awful."

Qin Zheng decided to buy two more slaves to see.

See if it's a psyker or just a normal person who just needs to recognize and follow him.

If buying slaves is feasible, Qin Zheng will rob banks, and then use the money from robbing banks to recruit soldiers and horses to build a team and plan for a great cause.

A man is born in heaven and earth, how can he live in a state of depression for a long time?

Sooner or later, he must overthrow all the forces in Liberty City and become the one with the biggest fist.

Of course, if this road doesn't work, the above words will be ignored.

At that time, Qin Zheng can only go around looking for psyker's younger brothers and become a villain who always hides in the dark and sneers.

The matter of growing the mysterious fire is imminent.

Otherwise, when the fire goes out, Qin Zheng's ending will definitely be very bleak.

If nothing else, the big eyes of the sky will not let him go.

He killed believers, snatched human sacrifices, and destroyed each other's statues.

An evil creature with big eyes would never tolerate being desecrated like this.

Look at those tentacles, they are thick, big, and slimy.

At that time, what if you use yourself to play some kind of tentacle evil? !

Thinking of that scene, I really feel hopeless! !

New York City is an upper-class area.

Surrounded by several mid-level areas.

This area has a well-developed industry and a developed commercial economy. The high-rise buildings are well maintained and there is no trace of decay.

Especially the wealthy areas in the center of the region.

It is definitely a paradise that people dream of.

Service robots can be seen everywhere on clean streets. They only require a voice command from those with identity, and the robots will provide them with complete services.

They no longer have to work at all and only need to enjoy the beauty of life to the fullest.

If you just look at the wealthy areas of New York City, there is absolutely no sign that humanity has declined.

The brilliance of reason and technology shines everywhere.

Children born in wealthy areas would not be able to feel the horror of this era if they had not seen the strangeness of the starry sky at night.

Places outside the wealthy areas are slightly worse, but they are still much better than the middle-class and lower-class areas.

The civilians here have jobs, have medical care and safety, have housing, and have enough food that tastes good.

Of course, if you lose your job, you may be sent back to other areas to avoid becoming the source of unrest in the upper-class areas.

Drones would occasionally roar across the sky.

Like hawks, they monitor the entire area with their sharp electronic eyes.

In the event of any emergency, special teams and law enforcement officers will arrive and be on duty 24 hours a day without any delays.

<divclass="contentadv">The public government and major groups have a very strong control over the upper-class areas, which is their foundation.

The isolation wall in the New Night District is open for protection 24 hours a day, and every civilian who wants to enter the upper district needs to go through extremely strict screening.

If the lower district is hell, then New York City, which is an upper class district, is heaven.

In the center of New York City, there is a giant building with a height of more than 1,000 meters on the top floor.

From the family markings on the outside of the building, you can see that it is an asset belonging to the Ross family.

The Ross family owns shares in several super companies in Liberty City. It is said that they also have investments in other cities. They are an unimaginable super family.

According to some distorted legends, at the height of human civilization, the Ross family owned colonial control and mineral development rights for hundreds of star systems, and was a small group of people with the most power and wealth.

With the advent of the Eternal Night era, many colonies lost contact, the Ross family's business empire across the stars also fell apart, and countless wealth was wiped out].

But the thin dead camel is bigger than the horse.

Even on this wasteland planet.

The Ross family is still an unimaginably huge behemoth, possessing many technologies and creations from the glorious era of mankind.

It is an existence at the bottom of this wasteland world that can only be looked up to but cannot be touched.

The top floor of the building is very luxuriously decorated.

The elegant and unique wall sconce emits light upwards, bathing the entire high-ceilinged room in a warm and peaceful light.

The walls are covered with silk wall hangings and portraits in gold frames.

Commemorative weapons are hung on weapon racks on the walls.

Melee weapons were displayed on one wall. A long-bladed scythe with an electromagnetic cable and an energy battery visible at the end of the handle was placed in the middle.

Long-range shooting weapons are displayed on another wall. A gold-plated firegun like an old antique is particularly conspicuous. Its energy battery is thick and bulky. It is an early energy weapon of mankind.

The details of the room are also very user-friendly.

Sophisticated communication facilities and anti-eavesdropping equipment are hidden within the wooden walls.

Optical and acoustic barriers are placed under the floor.

Users cannot hear the sound of mechanical operation, it is very quiet.

"he died?"

In the room, an old man dressed in rich clothes and with a very bloated figure, dozens of times larger than a normal human body, like a mountain of meat, heard the report of his subordinates. His hands trembled suddenly, and his legs became weak and he fell back. go.

If the servant next to him hadn't quickly supported the old man, he might have fallen to his knees.

Several doctors quickly came up and injected him with life-sustaining medicine.

Everyone is very nervous.

Because this old man's name is William Ross, and he is the highest representative of the Ross family in New York City.

He was so powerful that with just one word he could doom everyone in the room and their relatives.

"Yes. Hank turned off the tracking and positioning of his chip in Drew District, and went to complete the blood sacrifice mission with the sacrificial members of the Holy Eye Society. Those bodyguards found him from a prosthetic body recycling merchant in St. Ann District. That one When the guy was disassembling the prosthetic limb, he mistakenly activated the chip, and we were able to locate it."

A middle-aged man stood behind the old man.

The data pad in his hand showed the photo of Hank Ross when he was found.

It has been torn to pieces and no longer looks like a human being.

In order to avoid irritating his employer, the middle-aged man wisely did not show these photos to the other party.

Even the corpse was put in cold storage to prevent William Ross from becoming angry when he saw his son's miserable condition.

Not only did those beasts kill people, but they also ruined the bodies. It was an unforgivable crime.

"Get rid of all those bodyguards with Hank." William Ross said with a sad face. "They were born to protect the Ross family. My children died outside, and there is no need for them to live."

"Everything has been dealt with." The middle-aged man nodded.

"No matter what the reason, I want everyone involved in this matter to die. They all have to be buried with Hank and my son." The old man said with a trembling tone.

"This matter involves several gangs, and also involves an executive of the Qing Group in St. An District. There is nothing wrong with the gangs. Even if they are all killed, no one will care. The people behind them may You can get angry, but you won't be angry. But attacking a Qing Group executive will trigger a counterattack from the Qing Group." The middle-aged man showed a trace of worry, "Now various forces are very nervous to open the underground palace. , once something happens, it is very likely to detonate the whole situation and cause an all-out war."

The old man turned to look at the middle-aged man, whose face was full of wrinkles. The skin was almost transparent, and the green liquid could be seen flowing.

That green liquid was a life-sustaining liquid and was very expensive. Even civilians in upper-class areas could not sustain it for an hour even if they spent all their life savings.

The old man was able to live for more than seven centuries relying on life-sustaining fluids. One can imagine how terrifying the wealth of the Ross family has reached.

"I am seven hundred and fifty years old, and what flows in my veins is no longer blood, but nutrient solution. Do you know how much I paid to get this child? It is impossible for me to have a second child. A child."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I will do this, Mr. Ross. The people from the Holy Eyes are also taking action, and I will secretly provide them with intelligence and weapons. In addition, in order to ensure success, I hope to use experimental subjects to complete this time tasks, and test its various data at the same time.”

William Ross nodded and agreed to the middle-aged man's request.

In order to avenge his only heir, he no longer cares about anything.

The basement of the Ross Building is a huge laboratory.

Thousands of scientific researchers recruited by the Ross family are busy among them.

The huge computing module is set up in a nutrient tank in the center of the laboratory.

This is a flesh-and-blood computer left over from the glorious age of mankind, codenamed Mimir.

It is a super flesh and blood brain created using genetic modification and biotechnology.

The nutrient tank that holds it is fifteen meters in diameter and twenty-three meters high.

Soaked in nutrient solution.

Connected to the data nerve cable.

Has unimaginable computing power.

Scientific researchers are using this super brain to improve the individual weapons project promoted by the Ross family.

The middle-aged man walked out of the elevator.

When several scientific researchers saw each other's arrival, their expressions suddenly became solemn.

Because the person who came was Otto Feng, William Ross's current favorite, a terrifying and ruthless man.

The director of the laboratory rushed over and smiled flatteringly at Otto Feng.

"How is the progress of the Night Blade Project?" Otto Feng said in a cold tone.

"Night Blade 2 Type B has entered the final testing stage."

"Activate it and use it for field testing."

"But in this case, will there be any risk?"

"So much money every year is not for you to squander." Otto Feng said: "The family needs to see the results of the plan, otherwise they will change someone to take charge of the project."

The supervisor looked ugly, but he still opened the control panel obediently.

"Then who should we choose as our target, Lord Otto Feng."

"First choose a gang in St. Ann District, the Tiger Claw Gang." Otto Feng showed a cruel smile, "Lock their branch and hunt down all of them, leaving no one alive."