[Hunter] Mrs. Hachama

The gang has always maintained a friendly cooperative relationship with Meteor Street. The gang has continuously provided weapons and other materials to the people of Meteor Street, and Meteor Street has continuously exported talents to the gang.

I think this kind of talents who don't have to take responsibility and save trouble have become a specialty of Meteor Street-provided that their companions don't come to make trouble.

The Eighth District is controlled by one of the factions of the Council of Elders, and the main role of us people is to be his lackeys, and then to be promoted to high-level lackeys. Sometimes the lucky ones are sent out as special products.

Note my wording, lucky ones.

Meteor Street people's fantasies about the outside world have been passed down from generation to generation in the form of word of mouth, and have been deeply implanted in their hearts since childhood.

The only fairy tale Rita told me when I was a child was "The Little Girl Who Picked Up the Trash".

A little girl was so cold that she curled up by the wall, took a box of matches picked up from the garbage dump, and struck one. She saw a table full of sumptuous dishes.The little girl swallowed her saliva and continued to strike the second match. She saw some men and women dressed in brocade clothes enjoying sumptuous dishes. The trusting and defenseless eyes on their faces made the girl very envious. The girl wanted to see more clearly Some, so she struck a third match.

This time, what she saw was an angel walking towards her slowly. He squatted down, smiled and asked the girl if she wanted to go there, and the girl asked vigilantly where it was.

"outside world."

The angel replied gently.

It's rare that Rita told a fairy tale, but what I got was not my envy and sigh, but a cool sentence "that girl is really lucky on the shit".

She gave me a blank look, and murmured: "It's not fun raising a daughter on Meteor Street."

That is her rare warmth.

Now she asked me to come out and make a living. Before I had achieved such a great result, I got into trouble with the biggest gang in the [-]th district. I sneaked into a car in order to escape, and ended up on another thief boat.

Life is like a play, how difficult it is to get out.

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When I first came in, I had urged the people who came with us to run away, and before they could answer, I heard some old members taunting: "It's another group of desperate idiots."

After hearing this sentence, I put away my thoughts of rushing out directly.After all, I have stumbled along the road of brain damage, so I have to learn from the experience of my predecessors and listen to other people's advice.

"So why on earth can't you escape?" I asked a boy with black hair and black eyes. I could tell that this guy was a potential stock. At least the old woman who gave birth to me wouldn't say something that wasted genes. .

"A piece of bread." The boy gave me a light look.

My smile froze on my face: "I gave you all my breakfast, at least I should say something about my favor, don't you see that I sincerely want to cooperate with you for a long time?"

"Your breakfast is from the last piece of information, and I can't see your sincerity." The young man glanced at me lightly and said without moving.

Does being handsome have capital? !

I completely turned cold, raised my hand, and called out: "Wo Jin."

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Ever since Wo Jin began to read, the injury has healed very quickly, and it took only two days to heal.

In the past two days, except for the food deliverer, the boss showed his face once. That time he dressed like a dog, took a speech, stood outside the iron fence and recited impassionedly for 3 minutes to the new guys like me. .

It is nothing more than that your current master is very good, and you have a very promising future following him. If you can get his reuse, you will have a bright future. If you are lucky, you will be lucky enough to go to the outside world and a series of brainwashing declarations.

Also stereotyped.

But in the end he still made two important points: first, the newcomers are invited to get used to a happy new life in these two days; second, his name is Fudoro.

The food distribution here is a looting system. Every day, there is only enough food for 90.00% of the people who have just filled their stomachs. Over time, some people will starve to death. The prerequisite for someone to starve to death is that there are hungry people. Since there are hungry people and corpses, So why not take advantage of it?

This is probably the reason for the heavy smell of blood.

It took me two days to realize that I was not as weak as I thought.

At least he can still eat enough for each meal, and there is still extra food to collect information, if it is not possible, there will be Wojin.

"...I don't know exactly what the mind ability is. I guess that guy is a trait. He transforms or integrates the mind ability into something, such as food bullets, and then implants them in our bodies. These Mind ability has a restrictive effect, such as what you can't do, once you violate it..."

"It will die."

The young man squinted at Wo Jin, his expression still calm.

I looked suddenly enlightened, thinking that this guy really knows Zhuangbility.So I happily extended my hand to him: "Wei Jia."

The boy was stunned for a moment, but without the slightest hesitation, he held my hand all at once: "Kulolo Luxilu."

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On the third day of my stay here, I saw Fodoro again.

With a flattering smile, he took the key to unlock the lock, which was obviously only a few seconds, but he dragged it on for a full minute.While driving, he looked at some psychic users who couldn't bear it any longer, as if he was admiring a beautiful painting.

"How about it, how do you guys feel about the past two days? Do the new members feel very uncomfortable, and do the old members feel oppressed?"

No one answered, and everyone was on the verge of an enemy.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.I glanced at Nobunaga, and I could only see his back. He straightened his waist, the knife was on his right side, and his right hand was still hanging loosely.He didn't tie up his long hair today, but let it loose, and the wind blew a few strands of Nobunaga's hair.

He stood alone, alone in the hunting wind, quite like a downcast but proud warrior.

Well, according to Wojin, his ambition is this.

Fudoruo smiled at Nobunaga inexplicably, and then concisely asked the old members to follow the other person, and stayed to train the new members.

This time he didn't talk too much nonsense, but directly taught us the four lines of recitation, basic and applied skills.Of course, one day is not enough to teach. He gave us half a year. If we don’t learn and use it proficiently within half a year, then...

Fodoro chuckled.

I frowned, it was too short, and it took me nearly three years to use it proficiently.

"What if I can finish the task ahead of time?"

I turned my head in surprise, but I still could only see Nobunaga's back, his posture remained unchanged, his waist was still straight, and he looked directly at Fodoro.

Fudoruo was a little surprised, and turned his head to look at Nobunaga seriously: "Oh, not bad, I made it through."

"What if I finish ahead of time?" Nobunaga repeated.

"If you can finish ahead of time," Fodoro narrowed his eyes and smiled contemptuously, "then I will make an exception and promote you."

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I will never forget that day.

Nobunaga was leaning against the wall, his legs were bent, his hands were casually drooping, his eyes were dull, and he looked ten years older all of a sudden.I squatted down and said seriously: "You look like a big man who picks your feet now."

Nobunaga's eyes finally had a trace of focus, he glanced at me, and then let his eyes go blank again.

Well, not everyone on Meteor Street cares about appearances that much.

I withdrew and left the home court to Wo Jin, after all Wo Jin was the bamboo horse.

I originally thought that with Wo Jin's character, he would punch Nobunaga first, and then he would talk when he woke up, but this time he didn't, but sat down with Nobunaga and looked at the neat streets and houses outside the iron fence , sighed: "Tsk, there is only one cigarette missing."

This time, for Nobunaga's provocation against Fodoro, Wojin finally behaved like Wojin.He walked up to Nobunaga, hugged Nobunaga: "Not bad, good job."

Nobunaga raised his eyebrows: "That's it." He also looked at me with his eyes during the period.

I return a smile.

Although I don't know what the use of this extraordinary promotion is, although I still want to punch Nobunaga.

The sunset that day was particularly beautiful, with large expanses of burning clouds in the sky, and the sunlight made the shadows of Nobunaga and Wojin very long.The two of them sat motionless from noon to dusk, and from dusk to night.

Then Nobunaga stood up and went to have dinner. Wo Jin gave me a "reassuring" look.

I know something is slowly brewing that doesn't need words.

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