The room was filled with smoke, as if it was a fairyland.

A few big smoke guns were playing cards while leisurely swallowing the clouds and fog, which was really a disadvantage for the men in the corner to keep exercising.

When Marza pushed the door open, these people were concentrating on what they were doing, and only the bald man and the fat man took care of Marza.

"Boss."

Marza was also used to it, and passed the group of people and came to the bald man.

"Why, I've been beaten?"

The bald man did not continue to make fun of it, put down the book casually, leaned back his upper body, crossing his legs.

The fat man stared at half of Marza's pig's face, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although this fat man has a lot of meat, he is even stronger than Marza in terms of power. It would be amazing to be able to become a fat man in Meteor Street.

"Yeah." Marza lowered her head, and a look of shame appeared on her face, because half of the swelling was swollen and looked a little weird.

"Let me tell me." The bald man had no expression on his face, and was a little interested in knowing what was going on.

First of all, Marza knows the rules. If you are abused alone, don’t expect others to help. If you are beaten up, you can still help him get the situation back depending on the situation.

Since Marza is here, it means she was beaten up in a group, but there should not be only one injury, the main reason is that the injury is too mild.

"It's Machi, and the outsider who has just been accepted recently." Marza's tone was mixed with resentment. He knew the boss's style, so he didn't add any more to the fire and told everything he had just said.

After listening to Marza's narration, the fat man immediately laughed and said, "Are you wrong? You are as strong as a cow, but you are so scared that you can't move by a little kid?"

The bald man's reaction was not as big as a fat man. He looked thoughtful and a gleam flashed in his triangle's eyes.

Marza knew that he was in the wrong, and had no power to refute the fat man's ridicule. Instead, he looked up slightly, looking forward to the boss helping him stand up.

At this time, the bald man suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and patted Marza on the shoulder, and said, "You can't blame you, after all, you haven't touched that level yet."

level?

Marza was puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask.

"Where are them?" The bald man grinned and showed a creepy smile.

Marza was immediately happy when she heard this. The boss asked this, which meant that he wanted to help him. However, before he could speak, he was snatched away by the fat man.

"Boss, Marza is so useless. Even if you are leaving tomorrow, there is no need to help him stand out, right?"

"Don't say that, it's a good match for you at least." The bald man glanced at the fat man, his smile becoming more and more creepy.

Indeed, as usual, this situation can only be considered to be useless by Marza himself, and there is no need to stand up for him.

There are two reasons why the bald man agreed. One is that he judged that the little kid named "Luo" would also "read", so he was very interested in it for a while, and the other is that he has been arranged to be one of the personnel sent to the gang organization and will set off tomorrow.

The key is the second reason.

Anyway, I am about to leave Meteor Street and I will basically not come back in the future. So, I can relax before leaving.

He had already made a list of people on it, and the people on it were all about to kill before leaving, and the way of death had been decided.

If these people are the main courses, then the two little guys Ro and Machi should be treated as appetizers...

"Hahaha..."

Thinking of the wonderful thing, the bald man suddenly let out a low laugh, and an intoxicating light burst out from his triangle's eyes, and subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips.

The emotions reached deep, and his aura was unconsciously emitting, vicious and crazy... There seemed to be a ball of black silk thread entangled around him.

Marza and the fat man, who were closest to the bald man, felt cold in their bodies, and they were so shocked that they subconsciously took several steps back.

The others in the room were also shocked. The people who played cards immediately threw them on the ground regardless of whether the cards were good or not, and retreated to the corner of the wall.

They looked at the boss who had been laughing low, and they felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped and their bodies were cold.

"Tell me the location."

After a moment, the bald man stopped laughing and did not look at Marza. Instead, he picked up the book he had just put down and flipped it around casually. While turning the pages, his almost crazy expression gradually calmed down.

This is a book that is not thick, with only one title on the orange book cover: Thousands of ways to die in humans!

That's how it feels...

Feeling the aura emitted from the boss, Marza's body trembled slightly. At this moment, he realized that the boss and the little kid he had just provoked were "the same kind of person".

The boss asked him about his location, but he could only guess the location based on the protective suit on Macchi.

However, in the next answer, he could not use uncertain words such as "should" or "may". In the dark, he had a premonition that if he brought this kind of words.

Then, will he... die?

Even if it is just a guess or not knowing the exact location, there is only one answer at this time.

At this moment, no one came to teach Marza how to answer. He suppressed his fear, mustered up all the courage left, and replied in a trembling voice: "The landfill outside the West Street."

The landfill area is large and there are also classified locations, but Marza can only answer the landfill area.

"oh."

The bald man suddenly stopped flipping through the pages.

"Well, that's the way to die."

He said to himself, then threw the book back and walked towards the door with a blank expression.

Everyone present did not dare to breathe for a moment, and their eyes moved to the door with the bald man.

"You guys keep going, I'll go out to 'play'." The bald man opened the wooden door and strode away.

The bald man is named Cook, and he always thinks he is a very noble person!

When Cook left, Marza's knees softened and she fell to the ground, her face and back were covered with cold sweat.

Seeing Marza's miserable appearance, the fat man couldn't laugh at him no matter how he did.

...........

Landfill outside West Street.

Just walk out of Meteor Street and look around and you can see many trucks carrying various kinds of garbage driving around the landfill.

These truck drivers may have developed a route habit over the years. They will basically take the same route every time they come, and the types of garbage carried by trucks from different places are also different.

This is the garbage dump of the whole world. Powerful and wealthy countries and poor and weak countries will transport garbage here.

Over time, no matter which area of ​​landfill, it will be divided into four locations by residents of Meteor Street, namely Area A, Area B, Area C, and Area D.

This is just independent division, not garbage classification.

Area D is the area with the least resources and the area with the most chemical wastes. Area A is the area with the most resources, but there will also be various dangerous chemical residues.

Because Area D has the least resources and is very dangerous, there are fewer people there, and Maggie and others usually go to Area D.

After arriving at the destination, the four of them separated.

"Stay what you think is useful."

Following what Machi said, Luo walked alone in piles of garbage like mountains.

Although it is not affected by miasma, it is foul smell unbearable.

Luo's ability to control "qi" is still very weak, but it is still possible to cover "qi" on his nose to resist the foul smell.

He was a first-time visitor and did not look for useful things at the first time, but instead wandered around.

Suddenly, a trace of electric current flashed through his calm thoughts, which made him subconsciously look at a pile of garbage mountains twenty meters away.

Something is there...

This sentence came to my mind for no reason.

Luo frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the pile of garbage.

As the distance narrowed, the subtle feeling became stronger and stronger, like an arrow guiding him.

Following the increasingly clear feeling, Luo Qiang endured his psychological discomfort and got into the garbage mountain with a clear purpose.

About ten minutes later, my fingertips accidentally touched a hard object, and white smoke appeared in my consciousness again.

"Is this?" Luo was slightly surprised.
Chapter completed!