Abyss Express

[Part ① Crown Jue]

In the cabinet of the Council of Five Kings at the Nine Realms Station, there is a plate map that spans the Eurasian continent, up to the Arctic Circle of Iceland, Canada on the other side of the earth, and down to the coast of Latin America in the Atlantic Ocean.

This is the area currently covered by the Abyss Railway——

——It is not only the length and width of the traditional region, but when it is uncovered, the three-dimensional picture is divided according to the height of the stratum, which is the countless dust stars lit up by the railway network, ninety-nine regions, more than a thousand cities, counties, counties, Villages and towns, settlements. In the waiter's mouth, these stations are called [Star Boundary Nodes].

According to the 2005 census data, the total population living in the underground world is as high as 600 million. This figure may be exaggerated, but the total number of inhabitants on the earth's surface is only more than 7 billion.

But in the underground world, which is similar to the honeycomb structure of orange peel, the land is vast and far away. As long as a suitable habitat can be found in the complex and changeable stratum, the seeds of civilization can be sown immediately. Since 200 BC, under the special preferential treatment of the BOSS, a large number of immigrants brought cattle, sheep, cats and dogs from the mundane world to the deep cave for refuge.

Most of them are the losers who were eliminated by the war in the mortal world, people who were almost wiped out in the selection ceremony of civilization.

After such a long and slow colonial development, the railway has connected remote and desolate dungeons, and finally became the hometown of psykers in modern society.

"Since the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Philosophers Foundation has signed the "Pact of Supreme" with us—this is a lock." BOSS and the cabinet team talked about the peace and friendship agreement half a century ago, "I know that among you There are quite a few people who have contacts with the United Nations."

The underground world has long been turned into a huge economy and political union, except that it is not named as a country or a federation.

At this moment, in the rather spacious room of the cabinet, there are more than 50 administrative officials from various transportation departments. When they were born, they were all children who had been blessed by arrogance and virtue like the previous chief of staff of the transportation department. .

"You may be wondering why I am talking about the "Privateness Convention" at this juncture-has anyone read this white paper?"

"Pact of Crown" refers to the period of the Cold War, when the Soviet Union and the United States were fighting for hegemony, there was a boom in the underground world to return to the city. Talents in the economy, scientific research, industry, agriculture, etc. that originally belonged to the underground, including psionic scholars and military scholars, returned to the surface. Participate in the greatest battle for superiority in human history.

Against this background, the Philosophers Foundation, the representative of all mankind in Blue Star, and the Underground Transportation Agency headed by Ao Han Mingde and the consuls signed an agreement for the purpose of peace and friendship. agreement on other conditions.

The whole book is briefly explained--

——Translated in the vernacular, it means that human beings may end up in the nuclear threat, but Ao Hen Ming De's dungeon is almost another ecological circle, another social system.

Because Ao Run Ming De is not a human being, he has no humanity and human rights. In order to expand the territory of the underground world, this evil beast will use unconventional means, which is an unstable factor for human beings, and it is very likely to participate in bipolar disputes and provoke a hot war and a nuclear war. For this reason, it was agreed in advance that after the total population of the underground world exceeds 500 million in absolute value, and the resources such as cultivated land, urban land, water resources, rare earth resources, oil deposits and precious metals meet a certain standard—the Philosophers Foundation will Gradually withdraw armed aid to the underworld.

The "Supreme Convention" came into effect more than forty years ago, which is also the main reason why heavy firepower equipment and nuclear facilities are gradually shutting down in the vast and sparsely populated underground world. The current human camp on the surface does not want to see the next superpower, and it is a superpower that is headed by disaster beasts and never fears nuclear deterrence.

The boss said unhurriedly: "We have planted the land for more than 50 years, and the family has a little money. After the harvest season, I want to fight with the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church, and the young generals will also go into battle—— The transport capacity between the underground and the underground is limited, because of the existence of the "Pact of the Crown", bullets, oil, tanks and cannons can't be counted on, but fortunately, we can build it ourselves, but there is a saying that we must first secure the interior, not to mention the crazy butterfly The heretics of the Holy Cult are a group of parasites living in human society."

The little black cat waved the pointer, tapped the map, and emphasized with the cabinet team.

"The failure of the Soviet Union taught us a lesson. The strongest fortresses are often breached from within - I would like to remind all the ministers I work with. You may have heard of the tragedy of Van Persie's family. It was one hundred and six The manager of a big city with a population of more than 100,000 means that if there is no one, it will be gone."

When the boss talked about this matter, there were still many scholars who were whispering, but they immediately quieted down by coincidence.

"That's what I think. You also have family members, clan influence, and perhaps have connections with the Mad Butterfly Sect. But people are not sages and sages?"

When the little black cat spoke, his beard trembled, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Over the past 30 years, I have regarded your family as the backbone members of the regional construction, the excellent leaders of the city's take-off, and the navigators who light the torch of civilization-heroes."

"Now I want to send a signal. To put it simply, I have drawn a lot of good goods in the card pool recently. And the promotion ceremony in the harvest season gave birth to five kings, and I feel that I can do it again—not like half a Centuries ago, in this business simulation game, there weren’t even a few good cards available. Now that I think the front ace has passed, I’ll make a call in advance with the second and fifth branches in the team.”

"if you"

With sly eyes, the boss glanced at the cabinet team and said every word.

"If you are still lucky, you can use mind control hypnosis and drugs to cheat Victor's review. If you still have a little selfishness, you want to cooperate with Blood Butterfly's platform zero to make money, and you want to get money from me. To one-and-a-half-time jobs—I want to say a very simple thing at this juncture."

"Even if you continue to implement the agreement of the "Pact of the Crown", you don't need the heavy firepower support from the surface. Now your boss has enough confidence to slowly eradicate the rotten tumor parasitic in the traffic department and various blocks."

After the little black cat said this, he emphasized that he was afraid that the cabinet team would not understand.

"Don't misinterpret my meaning."

"Don't even think about returning to your feudal town and continue to be the emperor of the land. I can't control you if you are far away? Don't think about it, the forty-eighth district is just the first stop-it has 11,400 Twenty-one positions have been replaced by people."

In half a year, all the old accounts related to the surrounding areas of Clear Water Bay were settled one by one.

Its drug-making workshop has become sixteen pharmaceutical companies of various sizes. After the Redstone people entered the site, they laid the foundation for three steel-making plants for the next armament process, which is expected to be completed and put into operation in eight months. .

After talking bad things, BOSS began to talk good things to his confidants, talking about the vision for the future, talking about stable and improving people's livelihood and scientific research, and talking about the exploration progress of unknown land.

When the business was done, King Hunter saw the energetic cat eating French fries, and the lady followed suit, humming a folk song and coming to the BOSS.

"What's the recent trend of Huangshi people?"

King Hunter immediately replied: "Are you worried about the Van Persie family's revenge on Anonymous?"

Boss: "Yes, it's time for Jiang Xueming to go to work. I have arranged so many tasks for him. He rested in Galahad for more than half a year. After marrying 9527, his next destination is District 51. "

"I'm sorry, BOSS." The Hunter King showed embarrassment: "Eureka Volcano City in District 51, platform zero is gone."

The BOSS was full of doubts: "Why?!"

King Hunter: "Maybe someone leaked the news."

Eureka Volcano City in District 51 is a big city with a crime rate comparable to that of Clearwater Bay in District 48. It started out as a blood butterfly usury, and it is a sinful city that trades organs to obtain products from Mrs. Bai. A large number of scavengers gather here, and human trafficking crimes abound.

As early as half a year ago, brother Xue Mingtuo Leslie went to the 51st District to lookout and collect information. Informants for The Great Door and Quick Knife are also operating in this area.

Boss: "I'm afraid the sentinel who inquired about the news showed his feet and was caught."

King Hunter: "According to what Jiang Xueming's informant Leslie said - he got on the line with the newsboy of the local Silver Bailey. Two months later, the local Blood Butterfly Gang and Platform Zero seemed to have disappeared."

BOSS: "Is there such a thing?"

King Hunter: "Received the news of Anonymous's expedition, and ran away overnight carrying the zombie train."

BOSS: "Hiss, damn it."

"After all." The hunting king thought for a while: "After all, your burning torture of Lawrence Madison was broadcast live on all channels in the whole region, and it lasted for three hours with a slow fire. People from the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Church may not be afraid of death, but The penalty of not being able to access channels for all ages has an astonishing deterrent effect."

BOSS covered his face, looking difficult.

King Hunter: "Do you want to change the mission target for the gunsmith?"

The BOSS shook his head, feeling that the matter was not simple.

"No, the enemies lurking in Eureka Volcano have never gone far—these wolves, who are used to eating big fish and big meat, will never become dogs picking up shit in the wilderness. Carrying zombie trains all night? I don't believe it , it sounds more like avoiding the limelight, and will come back after a while."

Saying so——

——The boss jumped onto the shoulder of the king hunter, and leaned close to the waiter's ear.

"What request has my dear King of War made with you?"

King Hunter immediately replied: "Jiang Xueming has been teaching since he went to Barathon. He has no special requirements. He is not short of money."

Boss: "Nothing else?"

King Hunter thought for a while, carefully recalling what Xue Ming said.

"Oh, there is one thing. Last time in the street fighting process in Qingshuiwan City, he had to surrender the enemy's weapons for the final battle due to lack of firepower and too little ammunition on his body. The Morph Butterfly suit was heavy armor, There's no way to increase the ammunition load, and he wants us to fix that."

BOSS: "Is it okay to build him an exoskeleton?"

King hunters have more knowledge in this area than bosses.

"No, if you want to add mounts and configure an exoskeleton, it's putting the cart before the horse. Whether it's a gunsmith or Glory, they are all elite units that specialize in lurking and sabotaging assassination attacks. This is not what he wants. Yes, they will only wear the Morpho suits when they are facing a decisive battle."

BOSS: "Then tell me, what's the solution?"

The hunting king leaned close to the boss's ear, and whispered: "I still need you to speak up in person, and tell the wolf mother branch - Anonymous needs military dogs."

The boss suddenly realized: "Oh! Oh oh oh!"

"This little baby has to be raised by the gunsmith himself." Hunter King said: "It can not only disguise itself as a pet, avoid the enemy's search, but also load ammunition and equipment. It is a trustworthy comrade-in-arms."

Boss leaned close to the waiter's ear, showing an evil and ferocious expression, and threw the French fries aside.

"Tell Jiang Xueming, French fries are not good, I want to eat fish."

King Hunter: "It's endless, right? Have you started watching TV dramas recently?"

[Part② King's Land]

At this moment, after six rounds of competition, students from all grade groups have been sent to the field in the outskirts of the magic city of Barathon to participate in the finals.

In Fool's Square Long Street, an inconspicuous wand workshop, if you enter through the main entrance, you can see two distinguished guests who have just boarded the compartment on the second floor and entered the private VIP room.

The fat boss has just finished a set of jewelry, all of which are relatively cheap. The quality of pyroxene jewelry is two grades lower than that of Lingweng. They are all sold to passengers as spare psychic objects, and some passengers who lost pyroxene used them as Passes to buy tickets.

He wiped his hands on the apron and took off his work apron. Afraid of neglecting the distinguished guests, he walked to the gate in three steps at a time and flipped the sign outside. mean.

After finding two tea products that had been stored for many years from the back room, the fat boss staggered up the stairs and was about to knock on the door——

——The guests in the door seemed to be prophets, pushed open the door, and put their palms on the gift box of the fat boss.

The guest looked about 30 years old, with a typical Japanese man's body and face, with a cool hairstyle, simple clothes, nasolabial folds, thin and clean. He was holding a saber in his hand, but he put it down when he entered the VIP room on the second floor.

The distinguished guest spoke Croatian with the boss——

"—Thank you, I like tea. But this gift is too expensive to pass."

The fat boss was a little dazed when he heard the language of his hometown.

The Japanese guest pointed to the fabric in the wand store and talked about the exquisite lace.

"Aloe and white silk lace, I recognize this thing and speak a little of your language.'

The fat boss suddenly realized: "Oh! Oh oh oh!"

It's just that the boss still refused to leave. He knew that the backgrounds of the two guests today were not simple. He took out the truffles and tea that had been treasured for many years in order to win a relationship.

In addition to this Japanese guest, another big man is from the Van Persie family in Yellowstone, with family crests on the tie and cuffs.

Another cold and hoarse voice came from the room, asking in Japanese——

"—Ishimura, what's the matter?"

Mr. Shicun responded immediately, "It's the store manager who came to deliver the gift."

"Take it, let him wait on the first floor."

When the store manager watched the gifts delivered to the house eagerly, he finally left satisfied.

Mr. Ishimura returned to the house and talked with his friends in front of the tea table.

On the other side of the teahouse is Robben Van Persie's brother-in-law - Lyndon Van Persie.

The Attorney General has lost his glory, and has already joined the camp of the Alliance of Eternal Living, wandering among the ranks of the Crazy Butterfly Sect and various middlemen.

He played with the battle group badge of the Transportation Department, and then took out another badge, which was also a token of the Mad Butterfly Sect.

The relief on the terracotta medal is a skull-shaped Cupid——

—It's called [Love God Mercy Society].

Mr. Linden and Ishimura said.

"Since I joined the Mercy Society, the president told me not to cause trouble, the fusion time of the flesh and the holy blood is too short, so don't take any risks."

Mr. Ishimura: "Why did Mr. Linden risk his life and come to Barrazon?"

Lin Deng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to ask someone to deal with the gunsmith—the eldest sister of Anonymous killed my sister's whole family. I think the gunsmith and a girl named Jiang Bailu look so similar to Glory. They It must be brothers and sisters, I want revenge."

Mr. Ishimura's expression became sad, as if he had mentioned Linden's sadness.

"I'm being rude."

Lin Deng raised his head, and saw the lights in the VIP room illuminating his red and blue pupils. It seemed that he didn't fit very well with the Holy Blood, and it took time to recuperate his physical body.

"It doesn't matter"

Mr. Ishimura immediately asked: "I remember Mr. Linden, he looked for someone from the school, right?"

"Simmons is a useless piece of trash." Linden cursed: "My great-grandfather single-handedly picked him up. He received the kindness of my family, but he refused to do things for me."

"Let's not say that this kindness has gone through so many generations, you want the teachers in the school to kill people in front of the children." Mr. Shicun said with a smile: "This is not appropriate."

Lin Deng said angrily: "He is ungrateful! Mr. Shicun! Do you want to speak for this kind of person?"

"Hehe." Mr. Ishimura smiled, and didn't want to touch Linden's bad luck anymore.

"No matter what." Linden restrained his anger and begged his friend: "I entrust you to do things that Simmons can't handle. You are the backbone of the God of Love and Mercy Society, and you have the power of the soul."

"You asked me to assassinate the gunsmith?" Mr. Ishimura's expression changed, and his smile disappeared.

Linden immediately changed his words: "How much does it cost?"

Ishimura: "1.6 billion, and I don't guarantee that I can accomplish this."

This price made Linden face a difficult situation——

——He doesn't have so much money, and according to Shicun, he may lose his success and lose money.

"Then kill his students, kill his relatives and friends, kill the few children that Wu Ming focused on training, and that Jiang Bailu."

Ishimura took out a calculator from his pocket and asked.

"Which ones exactly? I'm easy to settle."

Lin Deng's face twitched, and he suppressed his anger, "Mr. Shicun, your friendship with me has to be settled with money like this?"

Shicun smiled and said, "Why don't you go by yourself? I'll help Mr. Linden design an escape route for you?"

"No, no, no." Linden changed his words immediately, "Only you can do it. Your soul power [KINGDOM·王土] is most suitable for setting up an ambush and assassination. I have to go back to the Mercy Society tonight, and I still have a lot of legal work, etc. Let me do it, I can't die here."

Mr. Ishimura stood up, took his saber, and led Linden to the door.

"Then wait for news from Mr. Linden. PAYPAL, VISA, Alipay and WeChat are all fine."

Lyndon nearly fell to his death when he went downstairs at this—

——He turned his head and gave this old friend a hard look. When he joined the Mercy Society, Mr. Ishimura was said by the congregation to be a cruel and cunning pervert who liked to torture and kill the enemy. Bosom friend.

In the farewell accompanied by the fat boss who nodded and bowed and flattered, Linden put on a mask and left in a hurry, for fear of revealing his true body in the Lair of the Lair Guard.

Mr. Shicun walked down with the gift box in his hand. The truffles and tea were untouched, and he returned them to the boss intact and pushed them to the counter.

"Don't you want it? Don't the adults of Van Persie's family want this gift?" The fat boss was quite surprised.

Mr. Shicun smiled and said, "Maybe it's not to your taste."

The fat boss looked at the distant figure outside the house, and he was embarrassed to chase after him, so he said to Mr. Shicun, "Why don't you accept the guest?"

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Shicun's fleshy body suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a thick, moist and sticky whisker emerged from the dense mist. The whisker was not like a cephalopod creature, it had no sucker, and it was as thick as an adult man's thigh. The fat boss disappeared into the thick fog.

"I really don't understand manners at all"

The smile on Mr. Ishimura's face disappeared, and his narrowed eyes widened.

"Why is this guy so confident! Give me things that others don't want as treasures!?"

The sharp yellow teeth of his mouth were exposed, and there were patches of salt stains on his forehead, as if his anger had accumulated to the limit, stimulating the sweat secreted by the flesh, and it was instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the blood-giving body.

"Linden! If the president hadn't ordered me to take good care of you—where did you have the guts to get angry with me?! You actually want me to kill the gunsmith!?"

Mr. Ishimura scratched his heart and lungs, his neck was ripped apart with his fingers, blood gushed out from the lymphatic vessels, and his fingernails were covered with meat paste.

"Don't you know! I've never been good at dealing with strong people?! I'm so scared! I'm so scared! I was reviewing Anonymous's combat records and watching video materials in the conference room before, and I almost peed my pants in fright! but."

At this point, Mr. Ishimura seemed to have finished complaining, and found a broom and mop from the store, and cleaned up the blood and dander on the floor bit by bit. The scars on his neck have returned to normal, and his powerful healing ability is his talisman.

"But you entrusted me to kill his students, which suits me very well—my favorite thing to do is to bully the weak! Hee hee hee."

After half an hour of cleaning, Mr. Ishimura helped the fat boss wipe off the dust on the counter, polished the magic wands on the display stand one by one, waxed the wooden table, and cleaned up the messy shop surface.

Satisfied, Mr. Ishimura left the wand workshop.

He came to the alley, looked left and right, made sure there were no surveillance cameras around, and finally called out Hunwei's real name.

“[KINGDOM·王土]!——”

The pink mist reappeared, and a round shadow with a size of two meters emerged from the dense fog. It gradually took shape, resembling a snail's shell.

The body of the fat boss fell from the shell——

——The corpse was skinned, and most of the body's skin, brain, liver, and hair had been taken away. The state of death was very curious. There were six bullet holes in the chest, and he was shot dead.

Mr. Shicun took back his spirit body, let the body stink and rot in the canal in the alley, and hurriedly left the long street of Fool's Square.