Red dust kills beauty

"Name."

"Ning Hongchen."

"……what?"

"Ning-hong-chen-"

"Oh, a pseudonym."

"..."

"age."

"nineteen."

"Let me see..." A cold whip handle pressed against my face, flicking it left and right, "It's not like that."

"..."

"Gender. Differentiated?"

"Male, no."

"You're a man!? Tsk... It's a pity, looking at your hair, I thought you were a female Omega."

He let out a meaningful, sticky laugh.

"Nation."

"AreaE03① (East Third District)."

"People from the third area, why did you come to our eighth area (AreaE08)?"

"Now in this world...they're all living off the hook...the three districts aren't all wealthy people either."

"Lie! Do you think we don't know about the commotion you made in the eighth district?"

"I'm really just... being hunted down..."

"--to be honest!"

"Ahhhh-"

My humble Ning Hongchen, as you can see, is being tortured by Jue Zan.

When people are in pain that is difficult to resolve, they always think about some philosophical issues in order to seek relief, such as me now.

Why is there such a thing as a "second gender" in the world? This is something I am still confused about when I am 19 years old.

In addition to men and women, further differentiation of people into Alpha, Beta, and Omega, IMHO, I can't think of anything other than "regression of civilization".

Not even the sex-differentiated add-on is a variety of supernatural powers—superpowers for short.Or, worse.

Superpowers are the rarest of scarce items.

There are also talented people who are born with it, but most of them are awakened when the body is stimulated by excessive pheromone secretion when the second sex is differentiated.

In the entire human population, the number of Beta accounts for 90%.

As we all know, Beta has low pheromone activity and low density, and the glands are basically decorations.Therefore, superpowers are basically monopolized by powerful Alphas or Omega except for very few lucky Betas.

The number of rubbing people is rare, and there is no one in a thousand in the AO group.

But that's the case, in today's population of billions, there are more than one million of them.

Just imagine, millions of people with superpowers - what a disaster this is.

Shouldn't such power beyond common sense, difficult to restrain, cherish and powerful belong to "God"?Now they are as casual as the leftover rotten leaves from the sale of the stall, and they are casually distributed to passers-by, regardless of whether the other party has the qualifications——

"I forgot to tell you that my superpower can adjust the sense of touch. If you don't tell the truth, I won't be soft."

Look, look, this is the man.

Most of the supernatural powers are just a single body optimization, and a small part will win the first prize. The body is stimulated by pheromones to mutate and develop unique abilities.

They are all kinds of strange, strong and weak. The powerful ones can overturn the war situation of a small country, and the weak ones can only change the color of their hair and worry about dyeing them green.

And the one who swaggered in front of me probably got a good card.

I was hanging from the shackles in the shape of a cross, and I could see the other person's face through the slits in my bangs.

He looks very ordinary, with a typical Asian, round, steamed bun-like face, with short eyebrows and a round nose-the kind of face that can be perfectly integrated into the commute like every office worker. Ordinary for the subway.

His hair was thinning, grease accumulated around his ears, and his suit jacket was unusually smooth.I glanced at his leather shoes again—it was a pair of delicate handmade leather shoes that didn't fit his status.

... oh well.

The information was spontaneously integrated in my brain, and almost instantly, I saw through the person in front of me.

——This is a man with a weak heart, violent in nature, and dare not challenge authority, so he can only do dirty work in the torture room.Separated from his wife due to domestic violence.

Although he has a deep affection for his wife, he has difficulty controlling his violence and is now having an affair with a married woman.

The other party should be a rich and empty young woman who doesn't love him, but enjoys the joy of serving him.He is obsessed with the job of torture, but his wife is afraid of him, which makes him quite stressed, and he cheats more frequently to avoid guilt.

Another person who is not worthy of having "aptitude"... whether it is ability or heart.

... Tsk, boring.

It's so boring.

I thought wearily, and lowered my head again in order to resist the next torture.

The troubles in the family will prompt this man to seek balance in this torture room. Unfortunately, I hit the gun.

"What a stubborn brat." He sneered, pulling my hair and forcing me to look up, "Since you offended the leader of our Eighth District, you must be mentally prepared to accept punishment, right?"

The leader of the eight districts is "Yu Jingchun".It is entrenched in Yanbei, the most economically developed district in the eight districts, and its power radiates to the entire eight districts with it as the center.

It was originally just a local illegal criminal group, but now it has developed into a notorious behemoth that includes a series of evils such as financial fraud, arms smuggling, and human trafficking.

The moment I looked at him, I thought about whether I should imitate the TV show and spit hard in his face to show my backbone - but this kind of behavior is quite stupid, besides irritating the other party and eating more Apart from suffering, it has no effect.

I sensibly kept silent, but that seemed to irritate him, too.

This guy activated his superpower while yelling lines like "How dare you ignore me".

Before I could think "this is trouble", the pain of overload invaded my brain.I guess I must have screamed out because it really hurt.But I can no longer hear my own voice, and even my other senses are blurred, so it is difficult for me to judge what state I am now.

Camus once said in the book, "Physiological needs often interfere with my emotions", and I guess this is the case.

Accelerated heartbeat, increased blood pressure, profuse sweating, and slowed thinking responses are all things that I cannot control subjectively.If he continues to torture me at this intensity, after one minute, I will face convulsions, urinary incontinence, and even direct shock.

what should I do?

——Anyway, let me first explain why I have come to this point.

Half a year ago, I wanted to leave my old club, East Third District, for some reason, so I made a deal with Ivan, the little boss who was in charge of leading me.

He gave me a list and promised to release me from the control of the third district after I got the information inside.

The sphere of influence of the three districts is mainly concentrated in Eastern Europe centered on the original Russia.In the simple Dongba District, there are only a few low-key and honest shipyards, the kind that pay taxes.

With the expansion of the forces in the three districts, the center of gravity will inevitably tilt here.At this time, they need to figure out the distribution of local forces.

The infiltrated target is the leader of District Eight—[Yu Jingchun].

I set off with full confidence. As an excellent [-]-year-old boy, it is impossible for me to lose.

But I never expected that I would suffer Waterloo in the first step of the infiltration plan.

The reason for all this is that I met an unplanned natural enemy - a strange man whose painting style is incompatible with "Yu Jingchun".

At the beginning, I arranged myself like this: Pretending to be abducted by a small organization → Touching the interest chain of local forces in the eight districts → Yujingchun blacked out → Expose my value → I was brought into Yujingchun.

This is the best strategy I have come up with when analyzing the local situation.

It's only been two years since Yu Jingchun's boss handed over from the old to the new, and it's the time for employing people, and it's also the time for the Quartet to send out spies.

My superpowers can't be exposed too early, otherwise it will attract suspicion; I can't rush into Yanbei, which is Yu Jingchun's lair, I don't want to anger the local snake.

Therefore, all my arrangements are carried out in the poor and remote Luoshang.

To that end, I've crafted a perfect hoax against myself.

I first made a fake identity for myself.

Ning Hongchen, an Asian-European mixed race, a smuggler from the three districts, was born as an orphan after the war, and has been living in various places since he was a child.Living on petty theft and odd jobs, he wandered to Los Angeles four months ago, stealing the wallets of clients in the local red light district.

This is edited because my appearance is too obvious, and I can tell at a glance that I am from the third district.Moreover, smugglers cannot verify their identity information, which is very difficult to manage, and it is also difficult to verify their whereabouts and past.

In this way, there is a reason for the large gaps in the fake resume I fabricated.

I know my face very well, and it is impossible not to recruit people.Sure enough, many people inquired, both openly and secretly, asking me if I would sell it.

Of course I don't sell it.

In their eyes, this kind of behavior is, to put it vulgarly, blatantly "occupied in the latrine and not doing shit".I am good-looking and have no influence, and I will not be a prostitute.

Even though I'm undifferentiated, I'm still a man.

After dismissing several waves of overt and covert temptations, they found that I was a hard idea, and it was not easy to force it.So, a small force sent people to sneak into the restaurant where I worked part-time during the day, and became colleagues with me.

I chop vegetables and he washes the dishes, thus establishing a plastic friendship.Both parties have ghosts in their hearts. You have been with me for a month, and we have become good brothers who talk about everything.

Then, I was backstabbed by my good brother as a matter of course.

I lured that small gang, caught me who was "casual and stunned", and pinched me again, and attracted the private soldiers under the jurisdiction of the Yujingchun branch.

The iron rule in this troubled world is that the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat dried shrimps.If you do not provide intelligence support in advance, and you are unlucky enough to encounter a big fish on the way to deliver the goods, then don't blame yourself for being eaten.

The two sides encountered a wave of street battles, and Yu Jingchun cleaned up the spoils logically.

That small gang mainly operates a human trafficking line, and usually transports thirty or forty boxes of "goods" at a time.It is said to be boxes, because all the "goods" to be traded are packed and packed one by one, just like the ancient porcelain smuggling, just waiting to be picked up and taken away.

If they are mediocre coarse porcelain, I am the best Ru kiln porcelain.

Because I know too well what the hell the rich people in this world are chasing after.

In order to highlight the "inhumanity" in me, I lost [-] pounds, thinned myself into a pale and weak bone frame, and grew long hair again, emphasizing a kind of beauty that confuses gender.

At that time, I hesitated, whether to pretend to be O.But thinking about how troublesome it is to pretend to be O, and there is still a estrus period every month, so I gave up.

Even if I don't expose my superpowers, I can guarantee myself that I was "shocked" by the logistics of cleaning the battlefield and sent me to the headquarters of Yujingchun.

In this way, I can sleep all the way to Yujingchun like a Sleeping Beauty, and I will be comfortable and clean all the way, ensuring that not a single strand of hair will fall out.

But I never expected that when PlanA got stuck in the last step, something went wrong.

I met Fu Baixue.

That is a strange man.

The author says:

①This setting is the pinch of "The Rebellious Lu Luxiu". The stalk of the eleventh district comes from here. Because of fear of being checked by the water meter, all the districts have been replaced with code names.

Open a new article!Let me explain again, this article is my stream of ABO, many private settings.It's probably a group of gangsters playing tricks + fighting minds + fighting with gods.

Like the scum next door, the motivation for writing this article is to complain about the ABO worldview.

I haven't read many ABO articles, except for writing them for fun, most of the long-form authors are relatively critical of the ABO worldview.

I am grateful to these ladies who compare my heart, so that I don't have to doubt my own brain.

I'm a little nervous because I haven't written this type... Believe me, it's very good-looking!Woooooo, readers, come and love me, Qiuqiu.