Red dust kills beauty

Nineteen, Cruel Angel②

Ah Zhan took Ah Cheng to get the medicine, and as a force, Fu Baixue and I naturally went with him.

On the way, Azhan frowned and repeatedly confirmed: "Do you really want to use that kind of thing? Its chance of success is too low, and even if it succeeds, there will be great after-effects. If something happens to you, what will your mother do? "

"If I don't have the money, she will die too. There are deaths on the left and right, so it's better to give it a go."

Ah Cheng calmed down now: "I have nothing left to lose."

The potion was hidden in a place that only A-Zhan knew, and it was far away from the urban area. I wrote down the route calmly, and at the same time made a routine.

"Azhan, I've been wondering for a long time. Why do you do this kind of thing? You're not short of money."

Ah Zhan scratched his hair irritably. The experience of his friend made his mood drop to the bottom. He growled: "It's not what I want!"

In his narration, I also learned about the experience of this unlucky ghost.

He is a good citizen, and he would never touch these things in his life.But one time when I went to District [-] to chase music with music enthusiasts, I experienced a battle royale by chance and brought back a few bottles of stimulants.

He didn't intend to do anything at first, and those bottles of stimulants were just a testimony of his exciting experience, and they were collectibles.But the friend who went with him started selling this, and said that he had it too.

He was sought out by those who used the stimulant as a life-saving herb.

A Zhan doesn't want to sell at all, he is not short of money, although beta pays high taxes and has no privileges, but as a protected person, he feels that he can live a life.

But those people are really miserable.

They are all the bottom part of the people, without knowledge, without force, without power, without money, homeless, hungry and cold, almost unable to live happily.

But I still look forward to a better future for future generations.

Instead of coercing him by force, they whimpered and pleaded, knelt and kowtowed, trying to grab at a straw.

Ajan had never seen such a battle.

Out of an inexplicable sense of mission, he began to half-push and go back and forth between the eighth district and the seventh district, selling stimulants.

Until his friend died because of it.The friend was caught by Yu Jingchun, and his death was horrific. He was frightened, sobered up from the light self-movement, and refused to sell anything.

He has been anxious about this for a long time, worrying that he will die soon, but he doesn't want that he has not been caught.Ah Zhan was very strange, and later learned that it was the people in the slums who protected him.

A teenage girl transformed into an Omega by a stimulant is found because she gave birth to a deformed child for some great man.The little faction she joined became enraged, immediately killed her whole family, and then forced her to ask who was the person who sold her medicine.

The girl didn't say anything, she was raped and killed, and was hung on the street of the slum together with her parents' bodies.

In fact, Ah Zhan is very famous in the slums, and most people know him.He has been threatened by the collar, and some children have been scolded by their parents after being injected with drugs. In fact, A-Zhan hates these people very much. His pity is superior, and he doesn't like them at all.

But no one confessed him.

After this incident, A-Zhan couldn't stop taking medicine anymore.After his parents died, he felt even more broken.

"I now feel that if you live one more day, you earn money, so be it."

A Zhan took a breath, "Sometimes when I look at that group of trash, I can't help but think, if I die, who else will care about them?"

In my heart, there was an inexplicable surge of strange emotions.

Is this a good person?

nice guy...

In the end I just said something I didn't believe myself: "Good people will be rewarded."

Ah Zhan snuffed out the cigarette butt: "I'm not a good person, I'm an idiot."

Here we are.

A Zhan is a private dealer, and he has no money and no way to rent a warehouse with a higher level of confidentiality. He is still a little vigilant, and rents a basement in a slum, transforming it into an ice cellar to store medicine.

There is an aisle in the ice cellar, both sides are full of goods, one side is the differentiation stimulating agent for the minors, and the other is the orientation conversion agent for the adults.

A Zhan walked to the directional conversion agent and asked A Cheng: "This is a new product. Do you want the α type or the Ω type? The immediate death rate of the α type is 6%, and the Ω type is lower, [-]%."

Immediate mortality is different from death rate, which refers to the probability of death within one hour after injection.The first level is counted only after passing it, and the death in the later stage is not counted.

When I went to his office yesterday, I saw him working on this thing, and I don't know where he got it.

At that time, he was holding the injection with a smile, and said to me: "Because the immediate death rate is as high as 70%, it has a very nice name called 'Cruel Angel'."

It really lives up to its name.

Beta's growth body is different from fully developed Omega and fully closed alpha, it is in a semi-shrunk state.Because the organs of adults have already been finalized, the transformation agent not only needs to regulate the pheromone of Beta, but also accelerates the ripening or kills the body tissue of Beta.Cheng did not hesitate to choose the Alpha type. He needed quick money and immediately found a faction to obtain asylum. Alpha was much faster than Omega.

We went to the room next to the ice cellar, which is the injection room.The conditions inside were not good, and there were bloodstains everywhere.

"Usually, I only sell potions, and let them go back and make their own injections. Because if someone dies in front of me, I might not be able to bear it."

A Zhan said while putting on rubber gloves for himself: "But sometimes, I will do it myself."

Ah Cheng was tied to the operating table with a rubber gag in his mouth - this was to prevent him from committing self-harm when he was in pain.A-Zhan took out the light blue medicine and stuck the needle into the back of A-Cheng's neck. Before the injection, A-Zhan smiled and said, "Give me a fist, brother."

Fists can't be touched, so A Zhan bowed and touched A Cheng's with his forehead.At the same time, he pushed the reagent in in one breath.

After a 5-minute reaction period, he entered an endangered state after 10 minutes, and Ah Cheng was confirmed dead after 10 minutes.

The corpse on the operating table was not human-shaped. After the injection, his body began to proliferate rapidly, and finally turned into a bloated monster, and finally blew up.

"..."

A-Zhan slipped and fell to the ground covered in blood, and closed his eyes wearily.

It was at this time that the witch merchants came.

He walked lightly, and his clogs made a "click-click" sound when he stepped on the ground. Like some stage actor, with a gentle smile, he pushed open the door of the injection room in a flashy manner.Behind him was a neat row of guards.Some of them are familiar to me, they are people on secondment from the Ministry of Armed Forces.

"Hey - did I bother you?"

He really has a lot of plays, and today he seems to have a particularly high desire to perform.It's a pity that the people present didn't buy it. A Zhan lowered his head and didn't give him a look. I also didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Fu Baixue stood up helplessly: "Xiao Shang, what's the matter with hurrying here?"

"It's not good to ask questions knowingly, Mr. Fu." The witch merchant blinked, smiled and nodded at A Zhan and A Cheng, "I will take away the people and corpses over there."

Only then did Ah Zhan raise his head, looked at me and Fu Baixue, then at the witch merchant, and asked bluntly, "...are you in the same group?"

At this moment, a very uncomfortable emotion suddenly surged in my heart. I guess it is called "shame" or "guilt"?

I subconsciously said: "No, Ah Zhan, listen to me—"

"—That's right." The witch merchant said with a smile, "A Ning is a member of the special operations team of the Yujingchun Armed Forces Department. He is currently working under me, and I am grateful to you for taking care of him." Then he pointed to Fu Baixue, "He is The head of the medical department, Fu Baixue, is a very powerful person!"

Ah Zhan blinked his eyes, opened and closed his mouth, but didn't say a word: "..."

He seemed completely dumbfounded.

"No." I didn't know how to explain it, so I just mumbled, "I..."

"Isn't it?" The witch merchant asked pretending to be puzzled, "Didn't you accept the task of investigating the stimulating agent and asked Mr. Fu to help? Could it be that you caused Ah Cheng's father to be killed and forced him to Ask his friends for help?"

"No! Ah Cheng, he—"

"If you don't listen or not, it's your fault anyway! It's all because of you procrastinating, that's why he died. Ah Ning, you have to be considerate and considerate of me, I'm so bored waiting."

He covered his ears and acted coquettishly like a little girl, but I just felt hateful.

A Zhan made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, he nodded me, and then Fu Baixue: "Damn it, it turns out that you are the ones messing with me!!??"

The witch merchant nodded, and his voice dragged on for a long time: "No—wrong—"

I subconsciously looked at Fu Baixue: "Old...Mr. Fu, what are you talking about!"

Fu Baixue sighed, and calmly walked to Wu Shang's side: "But Xiao Shang is right, I am indeed from Yu Jingchun."

"..." I froze for a while.

The witch merchant's eyes were bent into beautiful crescents, and he stretched out a hand to me: "Come on, Aning. Come here."

He seemed to think it was very funny, his smile was so sweet, so gentle, and so touching.I slapped his hand away, and took a big step back: "I wanted to say it a long time ago, don't call me Aning."

The witch merchant didn't look offended, and still had a mask-like smile on his face.

"But as a person, what I like the most is to force others to make things difficult - but Azhao and Mr. Fu both like you so much... How about this? After agreeing, I will call you A Ning, and I will hand this gentleman over to you, why? Sample?"

"The torture chamber is so terrifying. Not everyone is as tough as you. For example, this gentleman, how long can he last?"

Witch merchants are disgusting.

He made me nauseous.

I resisted the desire to vomit, and raised my smiling face: "It's my honor to have Mr. Wu's blue eyes. As for the name, you can call it whatever you want."

I took A Zhan, who was cursing endlessly, back to Yujingchun first. The two ministers, Fu Baixue and Wu Shang, were going to stay and watch A Cheng's body pack the packing cabinet in person, and also deal with the medicine in the ice cellar.

My task is to squeeze out the information in A-Zhan's stomach, the channels for his purchase, whether he only has those stocks in his hands, and how he, an ordinary civilian, managed to hide the truth and bring the medicine to Yanbei.That hoard is indeed a lot, but compared to the amount circulating on the black market in the entire Northland, it is just a drop in the bucket.

Most importantly, where did "Cruel Angel" get such amazing things.

I originally wanted to draw it slowly, but the witch merchant directly overturned the chessboard.

When I put the person on the rack, I sighed and thought a little helplessly, who would have thought that in just two months, I would change from being a tortured person to a tortured person?

Next chapter: Cruel Angel③

"I think Mr. Wu is more pitiful than me."

With a malicious smile on my face, I pointed to the pink coat on his body: "Although I am Zhaoyao's dog, at least Zhaoyao is still alive..."

The author says:

A Zhan's experience is the pinch of "I'm Not the God of Medicine".

I was very shocked when I read it back then, but the protagonist of this article is Aning, and it is not my story, so I just took it away.