Blackstone Code

Kevin looked down at the blood on his nose and walked towards the alley with the help of the damp wall.

He was beaten because he had no money.

All tourists think this is a paradise within a few light years, but only locals know that this is actually hell, a hell for ordinary people.

Even if they are ordinary tourists, as long as they have the ability and wealth to travel to the stars, it means that they are not ordinary.

Because the real ordinary people will never have the opportunity to leave the planet in this life, which has no direct relationship with the development of science and technology.

Just like... cutting-edge medical technology can cure all diseases except gene collapse, but why are there still some people suffering or even dying because they cannot get treatment?

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is not that the hospital cannot solve the torture they are facing from the disease, but their dry pockets cannot save them.

There will always be people who will tell you that life is priceless, but in the hospital, on the operating table, they will give you an accurate price.

If you can have wealth to match your life, then you are lucky and you will survive.

If you can't come up with enough money to match your priceless life, then unfortunately, you will most likely die.

From another perspective, life is indeed priceless.

Kevin is just such an ordinary person living here. He only has four hours of rest every day, and the rest of the time is almost all spent at work.

In the morning, he is an insurance and financial salesman, recommending various insurance and financial businesses that almost have fraud written on their faces to tourists who have just arrived on this planet or this city.

In the afternoon, he will go to the mall to do sales until seven o'clock in the evening, and then he will go to the last workplace of the day, the bar, to be a bartender.

Every day's work is fully arranged, and even the four-hour sleep time needs to use deep sleeping pills to ensure that the only four hours of sleep have high-quality rest results.

The reason why he is so tired is that he has to pay off his debts.

His child has a large debt due to a genetic disease, and he has spent all his money but still can't save him.

Then his wife broke down and chose to commit suicide, and he not only had to face this broken family, but also had to face huge debts.

Here, life is priceless, but people are valuable.

How much does an eyeball cost, how much does a liver cost, how much does a testicle cost, all of them are clearly marked.

If he doesn't want to be cut into pieces and installed in different people's bodies, and get a "suicide" death certificate, then he'd better work hard to pay the money back.

This time, because he was two days late in paying the debt, he was blocked in the alley by debt collectors and beaten up.

These people are really fucking cruel.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his cheeks were hit several times, and his teeth broke the oral mucosa, which was bleeding all the time.

It tasted fishy, ​​but also a little sweet.

The beautiful world illuminated by the neon lights at the alley was getting closer and closer to him, but he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from himself. When would this kind of life end?

It's not that he didn't think about suicide, but in the end he still couldn't do it. It was easy to say the word and think of this idea.

But when death was in front of him and he only needed to take one more step forward to do it, he retreated.

Suddenly, the sound of shoes stepping on the water on the ground came from the alley. He looked up and saw a black shadow with a hat in front of him in the colorful alley.

Kevin took a deep breath and said with a mocking and helpless tone, "If you want to get some money from me, then I'm sorry."

"You should have seen the two people who just went out. They took away the last penny I had."

"Mr. Kevin, your life is terrible." The voice was very gentle and pleasant, which made people... have a desire to listen to what he said patiently.

Kevin laughed, "I don't know what you want to do, but... do you have cigarettes?"

The other party threw a pack of cigarettes over, but Kevin didn't catch it. Looking at the cigarettes on the ground, he half squatted down against the wall and picked up the cigarettes.

He had just been beaten up, and his whole body was in pain, and he couldn't even bend over.

He skillfully opened the cover, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit it. Unlike the tobacco on Earth, the tobacco here has a stronger impact and more alkaloids.

He relaxed his whole body, including his tense muscles, which made him want to poop, but fortunately he could hold it in.

"Huh...", he exhaled a puff of cigarette, took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, and looked down at his embarrassed self in the light from outside, "You are right, my life is terrible."

"In fact, the death of your wife and your child is a...", the man in the shadow spread his hands and shook his head, with an innumerable weird tone in his tone, "It's not a conspiracy, but it's not completely not."

"It's just that at that time they needed to verify some new technologies and drugs, and directly applying for experimental subjects required a lot of funds, and this experiment also involved huge moral risks, so they secretly thought of a way..."

Although the Universal Corporation controls everything on a large number of planets, they still have to ensure the most basic rights of the people under their rule, and they will even create a false impression of many social welfare.

Whether it is a big capitalist or a regime, they need a stable, undisturbed bottom layer. Stable people are wealth, and those unstable people are liabilities.

"So they randomly selected a group of people and conducted experiments without informing you. The results are as you can see."

"They are all dead."

Kevin's cigarette fell from his slightly open mouth to the ground, flicked, and sparks flew out, but soon extinguished on the wet ground.

He looked at the shadow in disbelief, his lips began to tremble, and his eyes were quickly filled with tears, "Tell me, you are just joking with me and want to see me make a fool of myself."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kevin, if you want to see the evidence, I can provide it to you."

Kevin took another cigarette from the cigarette box with his shaking hands, trembling in his mouth, and lit it several times before lighting it, "So... you just want to see me powerless even if I know all this?"

A medical giant said to span thirty light years, it represents more than just wealth and power.

He couldn't fight against such a giant company, and he couldn't even ask for compensation from the other party. If he did so, he would disappear in less than an hour.

He leaned against the wall and thought about his happy family in the past, his child who suddenly suffered from a genetic disease that was difficult to cure, and his mentally ill wife who jumped off the roof...

He wanted to support himself to continue standing, but his body was slowly sliding down, and his suppressed crying came out.

It might be the pain of being beaten so hard that he couldn't bear it, or it might be because of the pain in his heart.

In the end, he squatted on the ground against the wall, holding his head and crying, pain, grievance, anger, helplessness, all mixed in with his crying as condiments.

This made many of his persistence and beliefs meaningless and without support.

The whole person was like dead!

"Mr. Kevin, what will you choose after knowing the truth?"

"Become an Avenger and avenge your dead child and wife against those immoral scientists."

"Or continue to be a coward, hiding in a dark alley, hugging your knees and crying secretly?"

Kevin wiped his tears and looked up at the shadow, "I'm just an ordinary person."

As an ordinary person, he can't even fight against the owner of the bar, so how can he fight against such a giant enterprise?

The shadow took two steps forward, and his outline could be vaguely seen. "From the moment you met me, you are no longer an ordinary person, Mr. Kevin."

"If you choose to be a coward, I will leave here. You can live in the pain of the past for the rest of your life until the moment of death."

"But you can also choose to believe me. I will give you the power of revenge and the power to destroy everything."

Kevin looked at him for ten or twenty or thirty seconds, "What do I need to pay?"

"You don't need to pay anything, or in other words, you have already paid from the moment you chose to become an Avenger."

"I will see a good show, and please me with your life and the lives of more people. This is the price you have to pay."

"The stronger your revenge, the happier I will be!"

"Make your choice, Mr. Kevin, an ordinary person..."

Kevin lit another cigarette, and the one he just lit fell to the ground when he couldn't support his body.

He took a deep breath, and the red light of the cigarette butt faintly illuminated his face in the darkness. He shook his head slightly, and after a while, he looked at the shadow, "I want revenge!"

...

In the morning, the headquarters research center of Hays Biotechnology on this planet received a courier, which was marked as being sent to the chief scientist of this research center, a human.

In terms of research, humans are always the first in the universe, and almost all scientists in research institutions are humans.

There is no extra information on it. If the courier information can be filled in correctly and sent by the courier company, it is highly likely not a prank.

Soon, the box was delivered to the office of the chief scientist of the research center. The late chief scientist also saw the package smoothly, "Who sent it?"

The assistant shook his head, "I don't know, it was sent by the front desk."

He took the package in his hand, looked at it over and over, and then opened it.

There was a test tube that he was very familiar with, which was used to store some genetic drugs. It was filled with stabilizers, and in the center, there was about 20 milliliters of liquid.

There is also a letter -

Dear Mr. Balz, here is a special potion that can allow creatures to glimpse the power of God. Perhaps you will be interested in it...