Captain Soke picked up a test tube from the box and looked in front of him for a long time. He called a skeleton soldier next to him and said with his usual calmness: "Leave these things to Medical Officer Schmidt for examination. Tell him that I need to see the test results in the shortest time."

As he said that, he turned sideways, leaned against the back of the chair with his arms in his arms: "I have to wait until the inspection report comes out before I can give you a final reply. Boy, we must follow the rules."

The evening air was filled with the breath of death. The dull sunshine struggled from the slums of the mountains to reveal the last ray of light. The walls of the house were covered with mottled, and the broken buildings blackened by smoke stood alone. There were no living people, and there were corpses everywhere. They fell to the ground, rotten and swollen, and the surface covered with pus was densely filled with flies. There was no cry of insects, no birds, and even the slight sound of the breeze blowing through the belt could not be heard.

The dead are not scary. What is scary are the ghosts and ghosts wandering around the ruins of the village. The slanting sunlight strangely passes through the surface of the dilapidated buildings, and casts hazy black shadows on the ground. The ghosts hide behind the sunlight, grinding sharp teeth, and peeking fiercely at all those passing by. Their eyes are covered with dust and blood, and their eyes are dull and terrifying.

A thin woman slowly walked over from the depths of the ruins. The worn-out robe on her body seemed to be torn apart even when the breeze blew. A breast, which had turned black at the front end, collapsed from the broken mouth of the robe, shrank like dried meat that was drying. She was barefoot and moved hard on the road covered with thorns and gravels. Behind her, a long bright red blood mark was dragged out.

The long gray-white hair covered her face, but this did not prevent Gliffiz from judging the true identity of this woman through other physical characteristics. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to pass through the obstacles of dense hair to regain everything he knew on that face, but he had no choice but to give up as the airflow blew back and forth.

Gliffiz's heart trembled. It was not because of fear, but because of sorrow, pain, despair...

The woman sat down about two meters away from him. She took out a knife with rust on the surface from somewhere, gently lifted up her thighs covered by the robe, aimed the tip of the knife, which was not sharp, at the base of her legs, and thrust hard.

Her legs were thin, like dead tree trunks. The atrophic muscles were tightly attached to the bones, and thin skin could easily be pulled up. There was no fat or moisture, just a piece of skin that was thinner than paper, but barely maintained the essential firmness and toughness.

The knife was very blunt, and the incomplete blade cut back and forth in the shriveled muscles. From time to time, you could hear the sound of heart-pounding metal and bones colliding. Every time you cut it, Gliffiz felt his heart bleeding. He stretched out his arms desperately, roaring wildly with his eyes rippled, and rushed forward with all means, trying to seize the knife from the woman's hand and completely stop this terrible behavior... In the end, he could only stay in place, like a larvae bound by an egg membrane, struggling desperately to escape from it, making futile wriggles.

The woman cut her face very slowly and tried very hard. She couldn't see her face, but she could clearly feel the pain she was suffering. Gliffiz's mental state had long collapsed. He collapsed on the ground like mud, his face mixed with tears and sweat twitched violently, and his lips were silenced like a dehydrated tadpole and murmured: "Hurry up... Please, please, end all this quickly!"

The blunt-mouthed knife finally cut off a piece of meat strip the size of a palm. It was very dry, and the sauce-colored blood seemed to solidify in the rough shreds of meat. The bright white meridians and ligaments tightly wrapped around every corner. The woman raised it high above her head, unable to see her face, but she could feel her smiling.

The thin and bloodless hand carefully held the flesh to Gliffiz's mouth like a treasure. Looking at the grayish white figure getting closer and closer, Gliffiz, who was almost exhausted, could only turn his head weakly. In the deepest part of his heart, he prayed desperately, roared, and begged in the roughest and most passionate language...

The woman slowly stuffed the flesh into his mouth, and gently wiped the bloodstains from his lips with her fingers with great pity. The sound was very small, but it was very gentle: "Be good, eat it, you can survive. If it is not enough, mom will cut it..."

"No! Mom! Mom! You can't do this. I, I can't eat you-"

Gliffiz suddenly sat up from the bed like crazy, wide open with fear and eager eyes, and glanced back and forth in the empty room. His chest, which was piled with thick fat, was undulating violently. He breathed heavily like an asthma patient with hypoxia, almost protruding from the eyeballs outside the orbit, and his body covered with thick hair was trembling. The thermometer pointer hanging on the wall was frozen on the surface of the red line of the number twenty-eight, but he still felt cold in his body, as cold as he was in an ice cellar.

A ray of golden sunlight shone through the window, scattering onto a messy white sheet, reflecting countless light-colored projections with strange shapes.

Gliffiz, with a blank face, sat blankly on the bed, his eyes dim and unconscious. As his brain's thinking completed the transformation in dreams and reality, his stiff body gradually softened. He looked at his hands dejectedly, touched his lips that seemed to have blood marks. Suddenly, he pierced his head into the middle of his bent legs, grabbed the quilt with both hands, sobbing in a low voice like a child, and sobbing...

Two dilapidated trucks slowly drove out from a low bungalow in the western suburbs of Emma City. In the rag carriage wrapped in a few thick wires, pockets made of linen are neatly placed. They are as round and bulging as cooked dumplings. If you get closer, you can even smell the faint fragrance of barley or corn through the solid layer of packaging.

The building itself is just a disguise. When you walk into the gate, you can see a tall circular entrance that opens from the wall and connects to the mountain. It is a tunnel left over from the old era and was closed in the war. After simple cleaning and necessary anti-seepage drying and other measures, it has become Gliffiz's secret private warehouse.

In the eyes of the senior management of Sosbia, the Pangpang regional manager is a very capable guy. The benefits paid to the head office have never been lacking or delayed, and each measure can be implemented quickly and effectively. Not only that, this fat man is also very good at being a human being. During the New Year Festival, the benefits of red envelopes offered will definitely be missing. That round head has an amazing memory and can make the most accurate and exquisite analysis of the relationship between senior staff in the company. It is useful and vigorously currying, and the useless abandonment. Even those who are temporarily idle but may be appointed at any time will receive Gliffiz's unlimited support and help. With that fat, round and cute face, whenever he mentions his name, although not everyone can give him a praise, at least no one will say a bad thing.

The position of Emma Regional Manager is a very good job. With the right to independently price, Gliffiz will raise the prices of various trade commodities slightly upwards based on comprehensive factors such as seasons, demand, population, etc. This change is very small, but it can bring him a lot of benefits. Buy and resell, hoard, and traffic back and forth between several cities... Within the scope allowed by the authority, Gliffiz quickly accumulated enough funds to strengthen his power.

This warehouse is very secretive. In addition to a few confidants with great strength, Gliffiz rarely comes here unless it is absolutely necessary. The less contact, the less chance of leakage.

Suddenly purchasing large amounts of grain in the market will definitely attract the attention of Ferdinand and Sosbia. Glifiz would not use this stupid method that is almost suicide. He is a cautious person, and he will detain part of it for personal storage in every transaction with surrounding cities. Over time, the reserves in the warehouse have reached shocking numbers. Although it cannot fully meet Lin Xiang's cargo needs, it is not much different.

The location here is remote, with the driver and the confidant guards distributed outside the warehouse. In the spacious warehouse space, there are only Gliffiz and the mercenary captain Locke, as well as two other armed personnel who operate related equipment.

Locke was wearing a simple leather jacket with a neckline as usual, revealing his strong and developed chest muscles and thick and thick body hair. He held an assault rifle under his shoulder, crossed his hands in front of his chest, leaning on the cold warehouse wall, holding a rough-textured cigarette in his mouth, and looking calmly at Gliffiz, who was commanding a third truck to slowly drive out from the middle of the tunnel.

"Five times the price, you guy... is so fucking bad-" Can't tell whether it was sarcasm or blame, Locke's voice sounded dull.

Glifiz turned his head and raised his thick and short middle finger at him in anger: "You know what's wrong. I'm doing this with a huge risk. Ferdinand and Sosbia have completely closed the entire grain market, and the bulk transactions must be carried out through the permission of the head office. That boy caused a huge trouble. I see how he will end then?"

"Don't talk about those useless nonsense. You are not the same myself, Fez, don't I know your thoughts? On the surface, you look really dark, but it helped the young man a lot of help. Haha! I really don't know what you should say."

Locke took a faint breath of cigarette, smiled and shook his head: "Compared with human life, what is money...?"

"Enough! Can't you fuckingly close that beak?"

Gliffiz waved his fists angrily and made an exaggerated act full of intimidation and threatening: "I know what I do, don't act like you know everything. Who do I like to sell this batch of food has nothing to do with you? Don't guess what the meaning of being a ghost. The price paid by that little bastard is high enough, and I also like colorful banknotes, it's that simple-"

Lock looked at the area manager with a blushing face and a thick neck, and smiled, without saying anything.

"It's really right. The colorful money is indeed the most likable thing in the world-"

A harsh and abrupt sound suddenly rushed into everyone's ears like a thunder. Following the direction of the sound, a tall and sturdy man with beards walked in from outside the open warehouse gate with a grin.

He was wearing a pair of gray-white trousers and a half-old brown leather vest on his upper body. His naked skin was covered with all kinds of hideous and scary tattoos, and his thick arms and developed muscles emitted a powerful oily color under the light. His steps were solid, as if stained with the soles of his boots, and a row of flat red marks were printed on the flat cement floor.

That's the color of blood.

The man was holding a head in his left hand. Judging from the uneven neck fracture, it was obviously torn off from the living person. The white spine, more than half a meter long, fell alone from the center of the head, and the blood that kept oozing out of the wound surface was slowly dragged.

Everyone pointed the gun at the man in an instant. Looking at the head of the man in his hand, Gliffiz felt his legs weak - that was a confidant who had arranged himself outside the warehouse to serve as a warning.

Lock looked at the visitor coldly, suddenly jumped out of the ground, aiming at the target without any warning, and suddenly pulled the plate machine. His rolling body flashed more than ten meters in an instant, and landed lightly on the ground. When he was still in the air, he adjusted his posture. As soon as he landed steadily, the rifle in his hand roared again, and the more than ten bullets shot from different directions were taken as the midpoint of the strange man, forming a fire net like a sudden rain, locking him tightly in it.

The man looked at him indifferently, and his burly body suddenly dodged to the side with a speed that was not matched by his strong figure, easily avoiding Locke's attack. His movements were astonishingly fast. Without waiting for the others to react, he had already rushed to the closest armed man in front of the closest armed man in a flash, and swung his full fist at the panicked face.

"Bang--"

The young soldier floated up from the ground like a kite, flying upside down and hitting the wall several meters away. The hard skull was completely deformed, and the huge force shook the eyeballs from the sockets and dragged them at both ends of the nose, shaking up and down like springs.

Locke did not delay for a second, and immediately changed direction and quickly approached the opponent with irregular movement. The assault rifle had turned and controlled by his right hand, and shot continuously from various directions from time to time. The left hand pulled out the pistol and repeatedly slammed the gap in the rifle shooting. The dense bullet flow connected back and forth, splashing head-on at the mysterious man with unknown identity.

There was no panic on the man's face, and with an unconcealed cruel smile, he suddenly accelerated and moved instantly from the muzzle with incredible agility. This incredible action was far beyond the fastest that Locke's vision could capture. In the absence of any defense, the mercenary captain only felt that his left arm was suddenly firmly grasped by some object, and a violent force also hit his own trunk at the same time. The sound of bone shattering continued to spread to the brain along the nerves. Locke's eyes suddenly became wide open, his whole body became soft, and his bent knees fell to the ground with heavy and difficult breathing, curled his body in pain, rolling and twisting on the hard cement ground.

"No! Don't come here-"

The last soldier screamed, took off the grenade hanging on his chest as fast as possible, pulled out the latch, tightly pinched the bolt that controlled the detonation, widened his eyes, and looked at the man getting closer and closer.

"Hehehehe! You idiot-"

The man seemed to be amused by his actions. He pulled out his pistol from his waist and aimed at the soldier's head several times without saying a word. The moment the bullet came out of the chamber, his figure also rushed out at the same time. Just as the bullet blew the soldier's head and his unconscious fingertips released the grenade bolt, the man swept his right leg backwards and kicked the metal sphere that was about to explode out of the door.

"boom--"

The huge waves of air and fire reflected Gliffiz's face full of despair red.

"Are you the district manager of Emma City?" The man turned around and walked to him, showing a devilish smile.

"You...who are you?" Gliffiz tried his best to act like a strong man, but his body was trembling involuntarily.

"My name is Bill."

With a lewd smile, the man walked around Gliffiz like a snatching an extinct animal: "Mr. Bergson is very dissatisfied with your recent work. He wants to have a good talk with you. As for the location, it is in Galgasone Castle. Hehehehe! You should be familiar with that place."

"Good...Good, Galgassoni Castle." Gliffiz murmured, his legs weakened and he collapsed to the ground like mud.

Bergson Luton is the actual ruler of Sosbia. Under normal circumstances, he would never suddenly call a person like the regional manager to return to Galgassoni Castle. In front of this guy named Bill, Locke, who has level 8 evolution ability, couldn't even block a punch... It's certain that the visitor is definitely a powerful parasite.

There is no doubt that the head office discovered a secret transaction between itself and Yinyue Town.

"The car is outside. I'll help you? Or do you go by yourself?" Bill touched his chin, his wolf-like eyes staring at Gliffiz.

"I, I can do it myself."

The district manager was startled and ran out quickly. When he walked by the side of Locke while lying on the ground and gasping for pain, he subconsciously stopped. Although he was so scared that he could not control himself, he still plucked up the courage to beg: "Please, don't kill him."

Bill narrowed his eyes, and his ferocious eyes were circling back and forth on the dying Locke and the poor Gliffiz. After a long time, he nodded gently: "I like money. As long as there is enough money, I can spare his life."
Chapter completed!