"It's the people from Yuan Changjiang's group. They are dead." The speaker was a one-eyed man. The black eye mask added a bit of solemnity. "The tire tracks went towards Taishan Town."
Another person squatting on the ground said: "The tire tracks are deep in the soil, and the distance between the axles is almost five meters. This car weighs at least more than 100 tons. It is a modified large car. It is probably the Iron Man of the Eastern War Zone."
"The Iron Men in the Eastern War Zone? What are they doing back here? Are they recovering from their injuries and looking for a place?"
"No matter what their purpose is, since they are here, don't think about going back. Our Black Blood Group happens to be short of iron men to maintain equipment. Kill the gold men and use the iron men as slaves!"
"Boss, it's getting dark soon. Should we go to Taishan Town to investigate?"
"I won't go. There was a ghost child coming ashore in the river at night. I was entangled by the ghost child. I don't even know how to write the word "death." One-eyed dragon said.
"Then what if the iron man runs away?"
One-Eyed Dragon said coldly: "He can't run away. Except for the two highways back to Yizheng City, the roads outside Heliu District are intact. The other roads have been dug up. The car they drove is too big and its off-road capabilities are definitely not good. Either Heliu District, or return to Taishan Town. Let Guiwazi entertain you in the evening."
"What about us now?"
"Go back to Shuwu Station, take a tricycle through the tunnel back to Yizheng, and report to the group headquarters. Bring more people with you tomorrow, and leave the Iron Man with the car and people behind." The Cyclops waved his hand, gesturing for the group to go back.
A team of seven people quickly stepped onto the stilts.
The two-meter-high stilts were just a matter of jumping for them. Soon the seven people were walking on stilts and wearing shark skin, leaving the scene like ghosts.
The tips of the stilts are relatively thick and covered with a kind of leather, making them silent when stepped on the ground.
The march was very fast. Three minutes later, the seven people arrived at a ruins, jumped off the stilts, and lifted up the huge stone slab on the ruins to reveal a cave entrance. After the seven people filed in, they saw a tunnel and a broken sign hanging on the wall at the entrance to the ruins.
"Welcome to Metro Line 10."
Below the sign, a few bright red characters were painted with paint like graffiti: "Raous House Station, be careful of landslides, you deserve to die - Yizheng Tunnel Office."
After getting off the platform, the seven people soon came to the railway track. They could see that the railway track had disappeared. To be precise, it had been corroded. The metal is corroded and no one is maintaining it. Not only the rails are damaged, but the tunnels are also in danger. You can see that some places are cracked and dust falls from time to time.
This is still the situation after reinforcement. Many load-bearing beams no longer have such a large load-bearing capacity due to metal corrosion, so wood is simply used to support the top of the tunnel to prevent collapse.
Where the railroad tracks should be now, there is a tricycle parked, which seems to be also made of wood. There are no chains and the footpegs are mounted directly to the front wheel.
Seven people crowded onto the tricycle. One person took out a lighter and lit a lamp similar to a kerosene lamp on the vehicle. The other person sat at the front and stepped on the pedal.
There is no faucet or handle, and the front wheel steering is controlled entirely by twisting the feet. But after all, they were all death eaters with strong physical fitness. They were still very fast riding a simple and awkward tricycle with the help of the weak kerosene light.
The underground tunnel is a series of former subways.
The tricycle was driving fast on the subway line. Several people took turns riding the bicycle, bragging and gossiping from time to time. I don't know how long they rode, and the kerosene lamp was filled with oil twice.
When passing a signboard, a member of the rat-catching team said: "The Yizheng River Crossing Tunnel has arrived."
After a while, a light seemed to appear in front.
The voices of people gradually became audible.
By the light, you can see many pictures and text graffiti written on the tunnel walls.
"When you read this line, it proves that you were not crushed to death and you are safe - Yizheng Tunnel Office", "Wang Changjun, fuck you", "Life is precious, love is more expensive, if you want to be together from now on Pass and leave the money to pay for the road - Yizheng Cross-River Tunnel Toll Station."
"You idiot, I have no money, so I'm going to stick my C1 in your ass." "Weather forecast: It will rain heavily tomorrow, and the tunnel will be flooded. If you go out, your whole family will die."
"Welcome to the city of entertainment, Lost Paradise is waiting for you, with baccarat, fried gold flowers, slot machines, and thousands of ways to play.", "Don't believe in Zhao Laogou, believe in Brother Chun, resurrected on the spot", "Eight times in one night, "Chinese Divine Oil", "New Hope Laboratory, the hope of all mankind, welcome to join the ranks of volunteers", "Zhao bitch kneels down and licks my toes".
The group of people paid no attention to these graffiti and stopped at a sentry post in front. They could see many similar tricycles surrounding the sentry post.
The man on duty at the sentry rubbed his eyes and opened the window: "It's a dog's day and you're blind, but your rat-catching team is not dead? Damn, I bet that you won't see the sun tomorrow, and I lost again, damn, damn, damn!"
The one-eyed dragon threw a few black coin-like things over with a cold face: "x your wife."
The attendant quickly caught the black coin and counted it with his open hands: "One, two, three... only six nuclear crystals. I'm blind. It's not enough. Now it takes seven to go through the tunnel."
"Seven? Why don't you go and grab it!" shouted a mouse catcher behind the one-eyed dragon.
"Hey, inflation, insufficient social labor productivity, market supply is less than demand... I tell you, you don't understand, so hurry up and get another core crystal."
"A group of vampires!" After taking out another crystal core, a member of the rat-catching team gritted his teeth and cursed.
The guard on duty was not upset. When he saw the rat-catching team members were about to leave, he suddenly shouted: "Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, team, you just said you wanted to rape my wife? I have four wives, you want to rape me?" Which one, for the sake of being a colleague of the Black Blood Group, I will charge you cheaper, five cores at a time, do you want to do it?"
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"The exploitation from above is becoming more and more severe. Now one trip through the tunnel requires seven crystal cores. I only earn a few crystal cores by catching mice every day, and they are all sucked dry by the vampires above! If this continues, it will take a few trips to save enough for a C1 Money! Boss, this can't go on like this!" After leaving the tunnel, the rat-catching team member said angrily.
The one-eyed dragon had a cold face, and his expression became more and more gloomy: "Damn it."
At this time, a team member suddenly suggested: "How about we sell the news and report it to the group headquarters. At most, a few crystal cores will be sent to us. But we can make a fortune by selling the news about the Eastern Theater Iron Man one by one."
The proposal was responded to by other team members: "Boss, let's do it! A man can't get rich without a windfall, and a horse can't fatten without a night of grass. Whatever benefits are given to the superiors, we have to fight for it ourselves."
"Yes, fuck him!"
"If they are unkind, don't blame us for being unjust."
The one-eyed dragon's remaining eye glanced around his subordinates, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll sell the news tonight!" (To be continued.)