Samuel City.
This is a place whose name cannot be found on the world map.
It is small and pitiful. It is a city in name, but in fact it only consists of thirteen streets. It does not belong to any country, nor borders on any country. It is independent and completely forgotten. However, in the dark world, its name is like the holy land of Salem, and even mentioning its name has become a taboo.
It is said that in any famous war in the world, several fearsome warriors from the city of Sasim can be found there. It provides the soil for all kinds of evil flowers to grow. It is rumored that even the blood of people born here is black.
Here, skin color, gender, and age have no effect, and all the crimes you can think of occur in this place. There is unrestrained freedom here, and it tolerates all people who cannot survive outside. It is a real "evil city".
However, the people who live in Sasim City call it by another name—heaven.
A street.
"Welcome to heaven."
A dark-skinned man opened his arms and smiled brightly at the group of trembling poor people on the ground, "This time, the ones here are all good guys."
There are more than a dozen people on the ground, some are well-dressed, some are in tatters, some are blond, some are black-haired and black-eyed, there are men and women, there are old people and there are children, it seems that they have nothing in common.
"You send me back, my family has money, I..." the well-dressed man begged in fluent English, "I didn't come here on purpose, I was obviously on a cruise ship..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk, I'm sorry, white skin is what I hate the most." The dark-skinned man rubbed his hands, "You are a good guy, there are many people here who like you with blonde hair and blue eyes."
"Wah-wah-" A baby cried.
A woman on the ground hugged the child in her hand and apologized in Japanese hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he won't cry anymore."
When the dark-skinned man saw the woman and the baby, his eyes lit up immediately. He walked up to the woman in two or three steps, reached out and held her chest, and squeezed it, "Asian woman, it's great, um, the hand feels good too." good."
The poor woman dared not resist at all.
"You're so lucky." The man showed his yellowed teeth, and smoothly switched to Japanese, "Your child is here to make a lot of money. Once the baby's organs are successfully matched and sold, you can enjoy it." Quickly live here for several years. Many rich people's children always have problems and need fresh organ replacements."
"No, no—" the neon woman hugged her child tightly, "Help—"
"Thank God, you are a woman. Here, as long as your luck is not too bad, there will always be business coming." The man touched her chest again, "I will find a good buyer for you."
Soon, many people gathered here.
Because everyone knows that the sale is about to start.
"Nigger, hurry up and bid, I need a new helper."
"I want that baby!"
"I like blond ones. I got some good cigarettes recently. Shall I change them?"
boom.
A shot rang out.
The man who shouted that he had smoke had a big hole in his forehead and fell to the ground. The bullet wound was so large that it almost blew up half of his brain. Red, yellow, and white were mixed together, and some even splashed on the people next to him. body.
The person who fired the gun walked up, touched it skillfully, and took out a few packs of unknown types of cigarettes from the crotch of the dead man.
"Someone came to the door just as I wanted to smoke." The man who fired the gun tore open a pack, lit one and took a puff, "Bah, what the hell? Waste of my bullets!"
"You shot and said, it splashed on me!"
"I only have such a piece of clothing!"
"How can someone be so foolish as to say that they have cigarettes? I'm about to do it."
"These cigarettes are considered compensation." The man's face was full of impatience, "I don't believe I can't find good cigarettes today!"
Cigarettes were thrown on the ground.
The man walked away cursing with a gun in his hand.
The onlookers immediately rushed up to pick up the cigarettes in a hurry, and several people dragged the man's body away. The flesh of this man can be sold to those who like to eat human flesh. If the organs can be used, it will be a new fortune.
Soon, the dead man was carve up, except for the pool of blood on the ground, almost nothing happened, and everyone began to urge the nigger to bid the price quickly.
Some people would even go straight up and grab it if they could, but this nigger is a strong man, a well-known killer here, so they will behave themselves.
Seeing this scene, these traded goods were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
"Could it be that I can't find cigarettes today?" The man who fired the gun walked talking to himself with a gun in his hand. The people on the street were not surprised and never gave him a look.
"Huh?" The man suddenly smelled an attractive smell of smoke.
His nose can smell the smoke hidden in a woman's underwear. This is definitely the smoke he has been looking for for several days, and it can make him feel good for several days!
Following the smell of smoke, the man found a man leaning against the wall and looking at the sky.
He whistled once and lamented his good luck.
Asian.
Or the yellow man he particularly likes.
Yellow people are always older than they look, with a slender body, no body hair, and delicate skin. They are always much stronger than those white and black people in bed.
From his point of view, this yellow man is the best.
There wasn't any scar on his face, he didn't look shriveled, and his lips looked plump. He shouldn't have any disease, and he didn't have any habit of taking drugs.
No matter what kind of beauty, once drugged, it will become ugly, and the body will emit a strange meaty smell.
But this man only had this faint smell of cigarettes on him, and he looked young. Especially his pair of eyes, as clear as the finest wine, with a hint of red, if sold to those human body collectors, they will definitely get a lot of money.
eighteen years old
Still twenty
Oh, the age of the yellow race is a mystery.
However, the man still hesitated for a moment, and did not rush forward.
There are thirteen streets here, all of which are replaced by English letters, and Street A is relatively the place with the best conditions. Because those foreign fresh goods will always appear on Street A for the first time, which is the closest to the sea. If you live in Paradise, there's hardly anything new to see.
Here, sex and rape are commonplace, as long as you are not afraid of dying on the street, no one cares. However, there are a lot of grumpy people here, and doing it on the street can easily cause dissatisfaction and cause troubles, so few people except those who have exhibitionism do this.
This man of the yellow race is so superb, I should not be the only one who found him, but no one went up to tease him. In this case, either the man has a strong patron, or the man himself is strong.
It's just that the smell of this cigarette is too attractive. The man hasn't smoked such a good cigarette for a long time, and he is also very confident in the gun in his hand, so he can't help but become bolder.
First shoot and wound his leg, and then carry him back. You can always play for a few days. After you die, you will run to C Street. Even if this man has a strong protector, you can't find him.
The man with the gun already had a plan in mind, he took out a silencer from his trouser pocket and installed it on the barrel of the gun, and then pulled the trigger, aiming at the yellow man's thigh and hitting him directly.
boom.
The bullet missed.
"Why..." The man who shot was stunned for a moment, not understanding why all the good things fell through.
There was a sharp pain.
He lowered his head and saw that there was an extra section of knife point on his chest. The point of the knife was blunt and even rusty.
The tip of the knife twisted in his sight, and the wound on his chest instantly turned into a big hole.
"Wow-"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were still full of doubts, and he fell to the ground in a daze.
The yellow man stretched out one hand, extinguished the cigarette on his mouth, put the remaining half in his pocket, stretched out one hand, dragged the man's foot to the street corner and alley.
boom.
The door was kicked open.
This is a small bar that couldn't be smaller. Almost all the tables are missing legs. If you look closely, you will find that the tabletops here are almost all suspiciously dark red.
"Wu Yun, what good stuff did you bring?" the bartender asked without raising his head as he skillfully filled the wine bottle with water.
There is only one person who will come to "deliver" at this point in time.
"Gun, man." The man named Wu Yun put down the corpse he was dragging with an indifferent expression on his face, and even threw the man's gun on the ground.
"Well, this gun is modified by myself, but it's quite powerful, but the recoil is a bit strong, so it's not very easy to sell." The bartender walked over from the bar, took apart the gun with ease, and looked at the gun on the ground with harsh eyes. Corpse, "This man looks like a smoker for many years. His organs are probably broken, so he can't sell him for a price."
There was no emotion on Wu Yun's face, and he didn't seem to see anything in his eyes, "His hair is very good."
"That's true." The bartender stroked the dead man's hair, "It's long and thick, but it can be sold at a good price. In this way, you take the box of chocolates on the third cabinet, and I want both of them." .”
Wu Yun's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be in high spirits, "Deal!"
The bartender saw that Wu Yun unwrapped a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth as quickly as possible. With a touching smile on his face, he leaned against the bar and folded the chocolate paper neatly with his fingers covered in fine bruises.
From this point of view, Wu Yun is even prettier than the most expensive girl on Street A.
If you only look at his face, it is hard to imagine that such a person can live in this paradise until now.
But this is just an illusion.
As the name suggests, Wuyun people will only block the sun and bring downpours of rain, making people daunting, and making people lose their love when they get close.
"Dark Cloud." The bartender yelled, and said the suggestion again in a familiar tone, "Just come and sit with me at night, and you will have countless customers come to your door."
Those crazy bees, waves and butterflies will become Wu Yun's supplies to buy chocolates.
Here, the least valuable thing is people, but the most valuable thing is also people.
"No." Wu Yun put away the chocolate, "I want to go back and read."
"You have read that book for three years, haven't you finished it yet?"
"I don't understand, read it again."
The dark cloud quickly left here with the chocolate.
"Brother, let's go." Another bartender came out from behind cautiously. Every day at this time, he would hide on purpose to avoid the dark clouds.
"Let's go." The bartender replied lazily, "You continue to water the wine. Really, it's been a year, why are you still afraid of him?"
The little bartender who was reprimanded did not dare to speak back.
How can you not be afraid
A year ago, this man skinned a person while eating chocolate in front of all the guests here.
The most frightening thing was that the skinned man was covered in blood, and he was still alive.
That scene has become the little bartender's nightmare for the past year, he couldn't help trembling just seeing the dark clouds.
"This is such a paradise." The bartender laughed, "You should be smiling like the guests here."
Wu Yun returned home with the chocolate, only then did he realize that he seemed to have forgotten to take the rusty dagger off the dead man.
"forget."
Wu Yun blinked, and quickly put the matter behind him, since he picked up the dagger anyway.
His room was very small, with only room for a bed and a desk, but Wu Yun had lived here for many years and had no intention of changing it.
Wu Yun stretched out his hand to get the book by the bed, and instantly realized that the position of the book seemed to have changed.
Has anyone come in
There is a piece of paper attached to the book.
"Help me kill a few people, here is the list and address..."
The inscription on the paper is the familiar mark of Wu Yun.
Wu Yun was silent for a while, glanced at the list on the paper, wrote it all down, then tore it up and burned it clean.
Three years go by so fast.
He came back, but I haven't read the book yet.
Wu Yun leaned against the head of the bed, using the light to continue reading the book that he had torn through.
On the cover of the book are gilded English letters.
LOVE.