After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

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That evening, at the gate of the Xiangqiang District Public Security Bureau in Crescent City.

Two police officers pushed Dongdong out. She was still so dirty. Her left arm had gone somewhere, leaving only an empty sleeve.

The Sheriff took off Dongdong's shackles and pushed her out: "Let's go. Be careful in the future. There is nothing wrong with what you do at a young age. You have to commit crimes."

Dongdong stretched out his hand dissatisfied: "Where's my arm? Give it back to me."

The Sheriff said calmly: "Confiscated."

Dong Dong instantly made his hair explode: "I'll go! That's my arm. What do you mean by confiscating it?!"

The Sheriff sneered: "Your arm is a prosthetic body. According to regulations, it is a tool for committing crimes. Of course it must be confiscated."

Another companion helped: "Just be satisfied. We have checked and found that your spine is also a level 3 prosthetic body. According to regulations, it should have been confiscated. But if you confiscate it, you will die, so we will keep it for you." Come down."

Dongdong laughed angrily: "Oh, do I still have to thank you?"

The Sheriff said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense! Smuggling is a serious crime, so you have to rely on the fact that you are underage, otherwise you will be sentenced to three to five years in prison."

He pointed far away: "Get out of here!"

Dongdong stood there and closed himself off.

Sudden

"Tui!" She spat on the Sheriff and ran away.

"What the hell?!" The Sheriff was furious and subconsciously wanted to chase him.

His companion stopped him and said helplessly: "Forget it, what will happen if we get her back? We won't be in jail for a few days. This little scoundrel is a regular visitor to the bureau, so don't waste your time with her. We're off work soon, I'll buy you a drink." "

The Sheriff took out a tissue and wiped the saliva on his clothes, then cursed in the direction Dongdong escaped: "Next time you come in, I'll beat her up hard!"

Night falls.

The lights in the border area dimmed, and the music in nightclubs and dance halls continued to echo, announcing the beginning of nightlife.

A remote alley corner.

Four young men were playing poker together. They looked to be around 20 years old, wearing dirty leather jackets, and their brows were full of street gangsters.

The leading young man spat: "Damn it, this batch of goods was investigated by those dog police officers again. I really want to kill their whole family."

A fat young man next to him said: "Be content, Pique, at least we all escaped. If we are caught, we won't be able to get out for three to five years."

Pique smiled and scolded: "Old fat man, I really didn't expect you to run so fast. At that time, I thought you were going to be caught together with that silly pink-haired girl."

The old fat man touched his round belly and said, "Then you won't be able to see me for several years. Hey, tell me, how is that guy doing?"

Pique said coldly: "Who cares about her, I haven't known her for a few days."

The old man's face was full of wretchedness, and he made rubbing movements with his hands: "It's a pity. I originally wanted to trick her into bed. She is so cute."

"Hey~ Who is praising Bendong for being cute?" Suddenly, a sweet voice sounded.

The young people were startled and turned to look at the place where the sound came from.

I saw Dongdong squatting on a high platform nearby, overlooking them, holding a broken baseball bat picked up from nowhere in one hand, swinging it on his shoulder, and blowing bubble gum in his mouth.

Dongdong sucked back the bubbles and chewed them twice. He looked at the surprised young people and said in a cute tone: "Why do they all look like their dead parents? Mom, am I here? Good evening, sons."

Pique asked in surprise: "Why did you come out so quickly?"

Dongdong blinked and said coquettishly: "After all, I am only 14 years old, not yet an adult~"

Pique's eyes wandered and he asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"tui!" Dongdong spit out the bubble gum and jumped down from the high platform.

She walked towards a few people and her face began to turn cold: "What do you want? What do you think? I am a group of idiots in the *civilized borderland* and agreed to support each other. When the Sheriff comes, he locks me in the car and uses me as bait?"

Pique shamelessly shouted: "You haven't been hurt, so why bother?"

Dongdong cursed: "Fuck you, my arm has been removed. That's a second-hand prosthesis that I spent thousands of dollars to buy. You tell me not to care about it?"

The old fat man helped by saying: "That's almost enough. My eldest brother is the leader of this group. If you piss off Pique, don't even think about hanging around here."

"The leader of this group? Are you just a bunch of rubbish?" Dongdong waved the baseball bat and said coldly, "I don't want anything else. I lost an arm, and you also have one. It's fair. .”

There are not many people on the streets who are nice to each other, and it is common for them to start fights over disagreements.

Pique waved his hand directly: "Fuck her!"

"Come on! Kill you!" Dongdong rushed towards the four of them from the front.

Dongdong dodged the steel pipe thrown towards him, and hit a young man in the mouth with a baseball bat.

Only a "boom" was heard, and a scream was heard. The young man who was beaten fell down with his mouth full of blood, and his broken teeth were scattered on the ground.

The young man's companion took advantage of the chaos and strangled Dongdong's neck, shouting: "I caught her! Beat her to death!"

Dongdong was experienced in fighting, and he immediately hit the young man with the back of his head, causing his nose cartilage to crook, causing him to retreat in pain.

After Dongdong broke away from the restraints, he waved his backhand, and the baseball bat was swung between the young man's legs from bottom to top.

"Boom!"

A dull sound came, and the young man who was struck didn't say a word. He lay unconscious on the ground, trembling non-stop, and the happiness of the rest of his life was completely ruined.

When the old man saw this scene, he felt chills all over his body. He unconsciously tightened his legs and was shocked by Dongdong's cruel hands.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared behind Dongdong.

As the leader of this group of gangsters, Peake was somewhat capable. He took advantage of Dong Dong to hit his companion and went around to the blind spot, grabbed the beer bottle and hit her on the back of the head.

"Bang!"

Dongdong was knocked to the ground, broken glass was everywhere, and it was covered in dripping blood.

This beer bottle was very thick, and the force of the rounding directly broke Dongdong's head, causing blood to flow all over his body.

Just when Pique was about to stab Dongdong in the stomach with a broken wine bottle, he suddenly saw a pair of vicious eyes.

Dongdong's face was covered with blood gushing from his head, and scarlet liquid flowed into his eyes, dyeing them as red as a beast, giving him a ferocious sense of madness.

The battle changed rapidly, and Pique was only shocked for a moment, but the outcome was very different.

"Boom!"

Dongdong violently swung the baseball bat. Pique couldn't dodge, and his mandible was directly broken. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Pique fell down, and the old man who was still standing was frightened and ran away.

But this time, he was not so lucky.

Dongdong quickly caught up with Lao Fei and hit him on the head with a stick: "I'm going to let you run away!"

"Boom!"

The old fat man was thrown to the ground, covering his bleeding head and screaming.

Dongdong shook off the blood on the baseball bat, put it on his shoulder, and looked down at the four fallen youths with cold eyes: "Don't bite every pink hair in the future. Remember, my name is Dongdong, and the bat is swung with its head, Dongdong." Loud bang."

There was chaos in the corner of the alley. Except for the young man who was thrown between his legs and was completely knocked unconscious, the other three were rolling on the ground and screaming.

Seeing Dongdong approaching, Pique was frightened. His saliva mixed with blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he said vaguely: "Stop, stop fighting. I surrender."

Dongdong wiped the blood from his eyes and said coldly: "Hand over your wallet."

With trembling hands, Pique took out his wallet from his pocket.

Dongdong grabbed the wallet, took out the banknotes and coins and counted them. The total of the bits and pieces only amounted to more than two hundred.

She gave Pique a kick directly: "That's it?!"

Pique trembled and said: "The goods are not delivered. I have no money. I really have no money."

Dongdong: "Oh, then use your teeth to repay it."

She smashed Pique's front teeth with a stick, causing him to vomit blood and faint from the pain.

Immediately afterwards, Dongdong aimed at Pique's right arm and broke it with a sharp stick.

She then walked towards several other young men, stepped on them, and broke one of their arms with a bat to avenge the "broken arm."

Dongdong spat blood and was about to leave when his feet suddenly became weak and he stumbled to the ground.

The severe pain suppressed by the previous burst of adrenaline struck again. She covered the back of her head, saw the blood on her hands, and said to herself: "Damn, I have to find that old thing again."

Since the border areas have lost the control of the authorities, there are no "hospitals" in the traditional sense.

If people living on the border are injured or sick, they can only go to privately run black clinics.

The level of doctors in these clinics varies. Some have no medical experience. They have only read a few books and dare to prescribe drugs with severe side effects. They are irresponsible when problems arise and only care about making money for themselves.

There are also doctors who are proficient in medical skills and even know high-end technologies such as prosthetic body implantation, blood code compilation, and spiritual brain modification. Such people are often the targets of major groups in the border areas.

"Ping An Clinic" is located in the southern part of the border area. The owner of the clinic is named "Gordon", who is 82 years old this year.

When Gordon was young, he was a powerful thug on the border. His "Fearless-level" prosthetic body scared countless groups. Thousands of people died at his hands. Even the fourth anti-violence class was afraid of him.

In the second year after the "Border Isolation Act" was promulgated, Gordon, who was only 34 years old, single-handedly broke through the border and became the first "King of the Border".

But the good times did not last long. At the age of 37, Gordon's wife and daughter were secretly retaliated by their enemies. Their 14-year-old daughter was chopped into pieces at home. His wife went crazy and committed suicide because of this, and he became a loner.

The desperate Gordon lost his temper and drank all day long, finally disappearing from the public eye.

He removed the combat prosthetic body that was made for killing, replaced it with various civilian prosthetics, gave himself plastic surgery, and became a doctor incognito.

More than forty years have passed, and Gordon's era has long come to an end.

Those who came to Ping An Clinic for medical treatment did not know that the white-haired, rickety old man in front of them, who was unsteady when walking, was the original king of the border area.

Now Gordon just practices medicine day after day. He doesn't care whether the patient has money or not. If he has money, he will give it to him. If he doesn't have money, he will give it on credit. He doesn't care whether he pays back the credit or not.

Maybe he has seen through the world and just wants to find inner peace for the rest of his life.

Or maybe it's repaying the sins of his youth that were filled with blood.

He will treat every injured patient who comes to Ping An Clinic without distinction, no matter who they are or which group they belong to.

At this time, in the trauma room of Ping An Clinic, Gordon was holding tweezers, needles and thread, and was helping Dongdong treat the wound.

The suture needle passed through the cracked hair, and the sharp sting made her gasp unconsciously: "Hiss"

Gordon stopped moving his hands: "Does it hurt?"

Dongdong complained: "Nonsense, the needle pokes into the flesh, will it not hurt?"

Gordon picked up a cotton ball and sucked the spilled blood, his movements became lighter, and he muttered: "If it hurts, don't fight all the time. Every time you come here, you will be injured."

Dongdong covered his ears: "Ah - the old guy started preaching again!"

Gordon patted her hand: "Let go of the thread that's holding me down."

He continued to help Dongdong suture the wound, his cloudy eyes full of vicissitudes of life: "You are only 14 years old. It is the beginning of a beautiful life. It is really a pity to waste time fighting with others all day long."

Dongdong lost his temper after being talked about, and asked lazily: "Then tell me, what can I do?"

Gordon gently touched Dongdong's little head, moving very slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting her again, and kept mumbling: "You can do anything. You can read more, learn some culture, and find a stable job in the future. For a job, it’s best to go to one of those big companies.”

"It doesn't matter if you can't go. You can learn a craft, such as being a chef. It's good to be a chef. Big shots prefer meals cooked by human chefs to dishes cooked by intelligent robots. You can survive by relying on this craft."

"If you really have nowhere to go, you can come to my clinic. I'm short of people here, so you can be my assistant."

"When you save some money, I will help you find an honest and reliable young man, and you can live in the inner city. Isn't this much better than spending all day on the border fighting and killing?"

Dongdong even laughed: "Old man, when did you start giving people blind dates?"

She turned her head, pointed at Gordon and asked with a smile, "Tell me, is it some bad guy who has fallen in love with this lady and paid you to be a matchmaker?"

The movement of turning her head affected the wound, causing her shoulders to shrink in pain: "Hiss"

Gordon gently scratched her nose: "I told you not to move, but you still move."

Dongdong straightened his back: "Okay, okay, you do it, I won't move."

Gordon continued to sew and asked quietly: "You don't have any plans for life? Are you just going to fight day by day?"

Dongdong picked up the baseball bat at his feet, raised it into the air, and said boldly: "That's right, hit anyone who disobeys! In this place on the border, big fists are the last word, and strength is everything!"

"One day, I will become the king of the border by my own strength and let everyone respect me! I will reach the peak of my life!"

"Oh, why are I telling you this? You're a medical student and you don't understand."

Gordon said nothing, his eyes filled with the sorrow of years that could not be resolved.

He helped Dongdong suture the wound, sprayed it with medicine to help him heal, put a bandage on it and said, "Okay, it's just a skin injury. It will be fine in a few days."

"Thanks, this is for you." Dongdong jumped off the chair and threw several bloody wallets on the table.

They were all stolen from Peake and his group.

She pointed to the spine on her back and said with a smile: "The money for this thing, plus today's medical expenses, has been paid off. I don't owe you anymore."

Gordon shook his head silently: "It doesn't matter if you don't pay it back. Dong Dong, you really need to think about what I said. You are still young, it's still too late to look back."

Dongdong carried the baseball bat and left in a swaggering manner: "I have my own way of living, old man, just take care of yourself, bye~"

Gordon stared at the departing figure, his eyes full of loneliness.

He was curled up alone on the chair, trembling and hanging his head, like an old homeless dog.

"When she left, she was so old."