Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

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Once upon a time, companies pretended to be nations; now they don't. --——

Elven calendar year 7702, June 23 at 22:00, Tuesday

The night after the rain is dark, hazy, and smelly; Peicheng's decadent days are getting closer and closer to the end.

It will continue tomorrow.

In a narrow alley where no pedestrians pass, a brand new car still has its engine turned on. The steam turbine slowly breathes. Six surrounding electronic lights in front of and behind the car illuminate the steam curling in the alley, which also leaves the residue on the car body. The raindrops are as crystal clear as dewdrops. In the shadow of a tall building nearby, two security guards in black leather jackets stared warily at the streets and alleys, as if expecting something.

"It's already past the time agreed with the young master." Glancing at the dimming steam lights outside the alley, Paul changed his mouth, holding a cigarette, and couldn't help but urge: "How about we go over and check on the young master?"

"Are you worried, or does Young Master make you scared?" Wen De asked with a slight smile on his lips.

Paul didn't want to fall into the language trap. He had been in the bodyguard business for thirty years. He was already a veteran and had protected hundreds of people. Even "Young Master" is only a human being, and "people", whether they are good or bad, dead or alive, he has seen them all.

"It's nothing to be afraid of, it just doesn't feel right." Paul rubbed his hands gently. The leather of the old gloves was worn smooth, and there was no sound at all when rubbing. "The protesters are just four blocks away. They might come at any time. It's better to go back uptown as soon as possible."

"It's a bit cold here..." Indeed, a smelly vapor filled the air from the pressure relief port of the steam tube well, and Wind tried to drive it away with his legs in vain. These underground pipes like spider webs transport the steam from the thermal station in the suburbs of Peicheng to every corner of the city, bringing power and convenience, but the lingering bloody stench in the steam will inevitably give people bad associations. , which also makes the surrounding atmosphere always feel chilling and dangerous. "It's just as cold four blocks away, and their affairs won't affect us. As for the young master, I believe it's very warm over there, and he won't be able to freeze."

"Can you determine his location and condition?" Paul asked curiously: "Did you change a new tracking shadow follower (an energy body that attaches to the user and provides various special abilities)? When did you change it? ,I do not know how?"

"How can I have the money to exchange for that! No matter how good a film follower is, he is not as smart as a clever brain." Wen De pointed to his head and said: "Every time the young master goes to the Tiger Boy Building in District 8, it has something to do with women, and he always wants to show off He is in a state of strong ability and endurance, so he will definitely stay for a while. If we go up to look for him, he will lose his temper and feel that we are looking down on him, and the delay will be longer next time. Besides, even if the time is extended, those women dare not Ask him for more money, why are you in a hurry, just wait!"

"You inquired so clearly?"

"Because I also want to know what it's like for the women in the Hutong Building - aren't you curious? But they are too expensive, and they only accept people like young masters."

"I heard that many of them are not human beings..."

"Why did you suddenly lower your voice? This has been an open secret for a long time. You are so cautious and you are so courageous." Wen De snorted. He looked around. There were only two of them in the narrow alley between buildings. There wasn't even a mouse within the range of the car's electronic lights. No one would have overheard their words. "Not only are they not all humans, I heard that the people there are called containers."

"Container - sounds scary - what does that mean?"

"I heard that it has something to do with the defective products in the shadow world. You also know that the quality of the shadows varies widely, and there will always be a lot of scraps that cannot be sold for money. Someone has the idea of ​​​​taking these defective products. Take them and mix them with them. Let's mix..." Wende made a stirring motion on the palm of his other hand with his index finger, then raised his eyebrows and said, "You need a container to do this, do you understand?"

"Pfft! There really is no lower limit for doing such a sinful thing! How can those people be okay if they are possessed by a defective shadow servant?"

"Keep your voice down! We have been working as company security guards for so many years, do you still see this kind of thing rarely?" Wen De sighed and said: "To put it bluntly, you either become a young master or a consumable. And we... are standing on the edge of the cliff. , if you make one wrong step, you will be doomed.”

"This damn day, this damn place..." Paul stubbed out the cigarette butt on the wall next to him and threw it out with all his strength.

"It's pretty cool, but it depends on who you compare with." Wende stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, raised his chin, and said, "Paul, do you know what the chaos over there is doing?"

"I don't know, I just know that some people are protesting. I don't know what they are protesting specifically."

"To do this job well, you must be well-informed. You can't do this - I'll teach you a lesson." Wen De waved to his companion to come closer, and then said: "Do you know about our magic crystal factory in the East District?"

“The one that was closed before because it didn’t make any money?”

"Why don't you make money! The business is very good, but the reason for closing it is to clean up and make a move, which involves the exchange of interests between our Scarlet Company and Today's Group - all of the above, but this is not important." Wen De said: "The key is that it was closed too quickly, and many people lost their jobs all of a sudden. It stands to reason that a severance package should be given, but the money has more important uses, so it will naturally go to more important places, such as people like Mr. pocket. Think about it, can the people below not make trouble?"

"It's this kind of nonsense again! How many times has it happened!"

"Anyway, the PCPD is responsible for those who are causing trouble (Peicheng Police Station), and we don't need to worry about it. Hey, it seems like the young master is here."

A series of empty footsteps came from the depths of the alley. Over there was the back door of the Hutong Building. This door was more in line with the young master's preferences. Wende and Paul glanced over there, and after confirming that it was him, they quickly straightened their collars and looked energetic, capable and loyal.

Minimo Dix, the "Gongzi", was born into a wealthy family. He was the biological son of a director at the Scarlet Company headquarters. He was the sixteenth in a family full of descendants. Although this ranking is not important, you can be "carefree" and still be considered the type of person who was "born with a silver spoon in your mouth." Although it seems that his intelligence and emotional intelligence are a bit like heavy metal poisoning, it does not prevent his little finger from being often thicker than other people's waists, and he can easily knock most people in the world off their feet.

Excluding the influence of his net worth, Minimo Dix can be considered a handsome young man. He is as tall and thin as a knife, with a white face and long hands. He is cleanly shaved. He wears a luxurious black leather trench coat with ironing and golden color. Booty kick tap tap tap. He has just turned twenty, and he has a perfect combination of immaturity, smugness, and great talent, which is reflected in his flowing and messy curls, his wandering tired eyes, his fluttering sarcastic smile, and the fluttering corners of his long windbreaker. His walking posture is unforgettable. It is a dangerous posture with his navel dangling but not falling down. Looking at his limbs sweeping around, it seems that he is always gathering debris around his body, only his chest and abdomen. It was still empty, with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness and hunger.

It can probably be summarized that there are multiple meanings of being a stinker and asking for a beating, but cannot be beaten.

This dress is popular in Peicheng.

"If you have a chance, you should try the service of Nifujia girls. It's really amazing - but you are unlikely to have such a chance in your life." Young Master Minimo shook his shoulders and nodded his head left and right. Clicking in time with the rhythm of the music in his own head.

"We can only rely on imagination and hands, Master." Wen De smiled, which was a response.

"Imagination and two hands? Then your guy must be very big?" The young master laughed, but his face quickly darkened: "I don't like hearing this kind of joke. Is the car safe?"

"We kept watching, but no one came over, let alone let wild dogs and cats touch it."

"This is the best! If something goes wrong with the car, even if it's just scratched, you will lose your heads!" The young master snorted, put his hands in his pockets, and staggered towards the car.

This is a T400 steam-electric hybrid six-wheel commercial vehicle. It is the latest model of its kind. The price on the open market is 265,000 yuan. The young master's car has additional armor to resist direct impact. It also has an energy-conducting rune sandwich underneath that can harmlessly transfer the shooting energy of the "Shadow Gun". Its interior has also been modified by the master. It can be said that The perfect blend of luxury, safety and comfort. These modifications can at least double its price, so overall, it is definitely a low-key but high-end gift.

This is a birthday gift for his father. Minimo took it over to try it out in case there are any flaws that haven't been discovered yet, so he can enjoy it first. It was his father's now and his own in the future. This was a matter of course, so he didn't feel any burden at all.

"I have something else to do tonight. You guys should come with me to take care of it." The young master adjusted his belt, came to the back of the car first, and said, "Open the trunk."

"You have the special key to the trunk," Paul said.

"Huh? Oh, yes, yes." The young master dug around and found a silver key in the third pocket of his coat.

The key was gently twisted in the keyhole, and with a crisp snapping sound, the trunk of the car opened. There was a square, silver-white metal box in the center of the car. The box is about one meter square and a quarter of a meter thick. It is smooth and has no edges and corners. There are rib-shaped support structures on all sides to increase strength.

Mysterious runes are densely engraved on the box, and dark red light spots move slowly between the complex lines. In the middle of the front of the box is a brass nameplate with two lines of words engraved on it, one is the larger black text "Box of Light No. 623", and the smaller red text "Owned by Department 6 of the Scarlet Group" is below.

"Box of Light?" Paul hissed, his heart pounding. He covered his chest and asked, "Sir, is this a shadow servant?"

"Does this need to be said? Of course, the shadow obtained from the shadow world must be kept in the box of light. After all, it has not been tamed." The young master gently stroked the box, his movements were exactly the same as when he stroked the body of a lustful woman. "The Sixth Department asked me for help, but I reluctantly solved it for them, haha!"

"It's because you are so good, Master, that Sixth Department will come to beg you." Wen De said with a flattering smile, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

Scarlet Group is one of the four major corporate groups. No matter how the situation changes, it has never fallen out of the top ten for more than 100 years and has remained in the top five for a long time. The group's main businesses are biopharmaceuticals, organ modification, living body therapy and shadow transplantation. The existing "individual strong men" are generally inseparable from the Scarlet Group.

The six departments of the group are responsible for research and development and have the highest level of confidentiality. They have always been one of the most mysterious departments in the entire group. The things brought out by Liu Bu are often dangerous, unproven, and powerful, especially when they are related to Ying Cong.

Shadow followers are like ghosts, with various shapes, most of them in the shape of aerosol. They are energy creatures that belong to another world - the shadow world. After being domesticated, they can be combined with the human body to provide a variety of special abilities, including flying in the sky and escaping the ground, breathing fire and shooting ice. It can also be combined with some electrical devices to control current and produce a variety of functions. The stronger the Shadow Servant, the harder it is to tame it. The Box of Light is a device to imprison and tame the Shadow Servant, and it is the most powerful device of this type.

The Box of Light of the Sixth Department of the Scarlet Group can be said to be the container of the most dangerous shadow servant in the world today. How did this thing get into the hands of the young master? He himself has a brain problem, are those researchers going crazy too? This young man has no abilities other than being born well and shouldn't be exposed to things of this level.

Wen De felt that something was wrong, but he did not dare to ask. He knew the master's temper very well. If he said something wrong, in addition to being scolded, he would definitely leave his current position - this was how his three previous partners left. Once he leaves, his income will definitely drop sharply, and he still has a family to support.

You can't ask about this, just get over it quickly. He winked at Paul and then asked: "Sir, this is a good thing. Where are we going next? Don't worry, the two of us will be extra careful."

The young master snorted and said: "Hey, you are right to be careful. If you don't work hard and something happens, it will be easy for you to peel off your skin. Don't worry, leave the operation of the Box of Light to me. , you don’t have to do anything.”

It's just because you're in charge that we're worried about it, okay? Paul and Wende exchanged helpless looks and shrank their necks at the same time.

"Look at how cowardly you are, what are you afraid of! There is a basic truth in this world, you have to pay a price for whatever you want. The more powerful the shadow follower is, the more obvious its weaknesses are. Even if it is difficult to tame, it will not It’s difficult to imprison. The Box of Light is absolutely safe, and nothing will happen to you even if you smash it a few times.”

After saying that, the young master raised his fist and beat hard on the box of light. Paul and Wende hurriedly stopped him. "We believe you, Master, we believe it completely. We have little experience, and now that I hear what you say, I feel confident."

The young master slowly raised his palm, and the current attitude of the two followers finally made him smile with satisfaction. "The job tonight is simple. Go around the troubled area over there and let the Box of Light do its job. You two just need to drive."

If they were just driving, it wouldn't be difficult. Wen De and Paul were afraid that the young master would cause trouble for them. The mysterious sixth department, the Box of Light that exudes a dangerous aura, and three novices with no experience in shadow slave domestication, this combination is not reassuring no matter how you look at it.

The two of them were a little worried, but the young master was urging them hard, so they had no choice but to go ahead. They closed the trunk, one opened the door for the young master, and the other increased the steam pressure in the car. The best pure black coal ash is mixed with a combustion accelerant extracted from whale oil and sent along the pipe into the combustion chamber, where it turns into a blazing flame and further boils the water tank. People call the trembling sound of high-pressure steam in the pipeline "the roar of water and fire", and they always control this originally contradictory force with pride.

The carriage shuddered at first, and then moved forward slowly and steadily. Paul and Wende, who were sitting in the front row respectively, looked at each other, nodded, and took it into their arms in a tacit understanding. They took out two silver "shadow guns" from their pockets and put them on their fingers.

The shadow gun looks like half a finger tiger, with only two rings on the index finger and middle finger. It is a weapon that shoots with the help of shadow followers. It can fire "ghost energy bullets" with simple tracking and fatal killing effects. Shadow guns vary in power and size, with the smallest being the one that fits on two fingers. Because it is easy to carry and can be used with one hand, it is also called a pistol.

When approaching a nearly chaotic crowd with valuable items, only being equipped with weapons can make people feel at ease. Paul and Wende put the "Half Finger Tiger" on, and a stinging sensation came from the pistol. It first touched the heart and then penetrated into the brain. They gritted their teeth and endured it.

Although the shadow is good, it is captured from another world. It is "restless and resisting" all the time. There is a price to pay for using it. This kind of stinging pain is already the mildest symptom. It only happens violently when first equipped and disappears quickly, but continues to be increasingly tiring after that. At the least, it can make a person's physical condition deteriorate and make him more susceptible to diseases; at worst, it can make his mind unable to relax and lead to serious personality and mental problems.

If you want to reduce the harm caused by shadow followers, especially the damage to the spirit and personality, you must "domesticate" shadow followers, that is, eliminate their wild nature. The shadow followers in Paul and Wind's pistols have been domesticated. According to them, they will only "bite" when equipped and then "suck some blood". They will certainly not turn people into psychopaths.

This is a Shadow Pistol made using regular methods. It is issued uniformly by Scarlet Group and its quality is guaranteed. If it were the kind of black gun of unknown origin circulating on the street, the potential threat would be much greater. But many times, guns are used to save lives. Even if there are subsequent troubles, one can only endure it.

The method of completely taming shadow servants has always been a secret kept by top group companies, and it is also the main reason why they can monopolize "super shadow servants". The more powerful the shadow followers are, the more "wild" they are and require more complex means to suppress and tame them. The most famous of these devices is the Box of Light, which is designed to target the strongest shadow followers. So far, Scarlet Company, one of the four major groups, has only ranked No. 623 for the top Box of Light, which shows how rare the number of "Super Shadow Servants" is.

The two men in front nervously put on their pistols. The silver-white half-fingered tiger reflected the metallic luster, and the young master sitting in the back row naturally saw it. He only felt that the two of them were useless, had no courage at all, were not capable of doing great things, and were incomparable to himself.

"You guys, with this little magnanimity, the most you can do is to be the captain of the team's security team. If you want to get something, you have to give it. Everything is an exchange." The young master crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows, and said arrogantly: "The more senior you are, the more senior you are. The shadow follows, the easier the method of taming it is. Its anger is no different from human emotions. As long as it is hedged and enough people share the damage, it will be satisfied and accept taming."

The idea of ​​using the crowd to share the damage taken by shadow minions and reduce the wildness of shadow minions has been around for a long time. Paul and Wind heard that many shadow slaves on the black market were "domesticated" in this way. As for the effect...the hundreds of examples of physical decay and mental madness caused by the use of such shadows are enough to illustrate the problem.

Even if it is unsafe, this primitive and irresponsible method is indeed effective. It can at least domesticate shadows to the level of "usable", so that non-group shadow products can be sold on the black market. However, the shadow products on the black market are all simple things. To put it bluntly, they are not very wild, so they can still be dealt with in this way. Can a super shadow servant who needs a box of light to suppress it also use such a primitive and unreliable method?

Paul and Wen De were uneasy, trying to control their emotions, and parked the car safely in the alley behind Jianxin Road. From the three-meter-wide alleyway, you can just see the diagonal side of the protest team. They turned their cars towards the crowd of protesters, extinguishing all their lights and letting the shadows protect them. Many protesters stood or sat crowded together, casting their angry gazes at the Peicheng subdivision office building of the Scarlet Group opposite them. Several PCPDs set up cordons on the streets, protected themselves with shields, and pointed electric batons and various guns at the protesting crowd.

It seemed that the situation was under control, the crowd did not try to break through the cordon, and there was no conflict with the PCPD. Everyone was in peace for the time being, which just gave the young master an opportunity to use the Box of Light. He lit a cigarette in the car, breathed hard, exhaled the smoke and stepped out of the car. He leaned against the cold concrete wall and squinted his eyes to look at the situation on the other side of the alley. Today, the Peicheng Division of the Scarlet Group told the PCPD that there is no need to violently drive them away or frame them, just let those people be honest and make trouble.

"Huh, they still don't know what's going on..." Young Master smiled softly and glanced at the crowd with contempt. Those people have sallow faces and thin muscles, and the only thing that can be called full in their bodies is the emotion of grievance and anger, which is perfect for absorbing the wildness of Ying Cong. Well, those old men, old ladies, uncles and aunts may lose some skin this time. Young and strong people can bear it better, but they will definitely get seriously ill.

"I hope all your sequelae will be sexual dysfunction." The young master was inexplicably amused by his own joke and laughed. His laughter made Paul and Wind shudder, and their hands trembled slightly as they carried the box of light from the trunk.

"Hey, have you seen that guy? He's very conspicuous." Young Master pointed at the crowd in the distance and said.

Wen De quickly looked over, searching for the young master's reference among the crowd of protesters. He soon saw an interesting young man, perhaps the one who was defined as "conspicuous" by the young master.

"The rainbow coat, yellow shirt, green pants, and then the man holding the clothes hanger?" Wind asked.

The young master nodded and said: "It's him, you have a good eye. He put up the work clothes rack and raised it high above his head. I glanced at it before and thought he was holding a living person! I thought, this guy's body He has good qualities. He can climb on the shelf. Could it be that he used a power-enhancing shadow? Hehe, it turns out I was wrong. He is just a model in work clothes."

Paul also found his target from the crowd. The protester holding the mannequin in work clothes looked to be about twenty years old. He was a little far away. He could only see that his skin was yellowish and his eyebrows were angular. He should be considered handsome.

"Put the box at the back of the car." The young master flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt with sparks drew an arc in the air. It fell into the pool of water on the roadside with a clatter. It immediately dimmed and sank, just like the young master's last sympathy. Heart. "There are two universal resistance enhancement pills in the refrigerator in the back seat of the car. Drink one tube each of you to reduce the influence of the Shadow Follower."

"Where are you, Master?" Wende asked.

"Idiot, I must have drank it!" He waved his hand and took advantage of the gap between the two people to leave and touch and press the box of light.

Chih... The cold gas overflowed from the gap in the box of light, and after sinking, it spread along the surface, condensing on the surface of the pool to form a layer of frost. The young master retracted his hand, rubbed his cold fingers, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the box of light.

The Box of Light is the most cutting-edge electric rune device. Exquisite and tight rune parts are densely stacked inside the box, guarding a transparent round tank in the center. The tank body is made of special laminated glass, and the inside of the interlayer is dense silver conductive filaments that are almost invisible to the naked eye. Under the control of the rune circuit, current running at a unique frequency flows inside the glass, forming a restraint barrier that traps the shadow in the center.

The shadow slave imprisoned in the Box of Light No. 623 is a black and white cloud the size of a fist, rolling slowly, forming a vortex in the center. The three people looked closely, and they all saw the mirror image of their own pupils in the center of the vortex. The eyeball that was exactly the same as his own contained both fire and ice. The ice and fire kept exploding during the impact, as if it was going to destroy everything around it in this way.

"The research says that this shadow follower has very little power but a huge temper and is extremely difficult to tame. It is a very weird thing. I think they are stupid if they stay in the laboratory all day long. Wildness must be tempered by wildness, as long as enough manpower is given , there is no shadow that cannot be tamed." Young Master said while controlling the mechanism inside the Box of Light to change its restraint state.

Few people know how to operate the Box of Light, and Young Master is no exception. It relies entirely on the operating procedure instructions on the top cover of the box, which are thoughtfully arranged by the staff of the institute. The Young Master was very proud of being able to come up with a way to tame Shadow Servants. He never thought about a problem: the Box of Light had already set up a special function for this kind of taming, and the research institute clearly used this method frequently! He is just a tool man. In the eyes of the institute, his status is similar to that of Paul and Wende in his heart.

Along with a buzzing sound of electricity, the Box of Light lowered part of the restraint net, releasing the wild nature of the shadow slave. In an instant, the young master and the other three people immediately felt cold all over their bodies, and a chilling feeling emerged from the hairs on the back of their necks and went straight to the top of their heads along the back of their heads. Before they could shiver, the cold air penetrated from the ceiling, penetrated the whole body, penetrated the heels and entered the earth.

"Huh...exciting!" Young Master said with force as his teeth trembled.

Shadow No. 623 continued to expand its influence. A faint shadow passed through the alleys, pounced on the PCPD and the protesting crowd, and enveloped everyone's face.

The steam dimmed the moonlight, and exhaustion obscured the light. No one but the instigator knows that there are shadows at work. The mood at the protest quickly turned wrong. Under the influence of the shadow slave, everyone's temper began to swell, they began to curse, started to push, and began to move towards the PCPD cordon - everyone became more and more excited and difficult to control.

The mannequin in work clothes that had been held high fell to the ground with a snapping sound, followed by the sound of the cordon being broken. The protesters were fighting with the PCPD, and they were fighting with themselves. There were cries and curses, and the sounds of fists and fists, and metal against metal, were chaotic.

"Young Master" lit another cigarette and prepared to relax for a while.

Suddenly, the box of light shook violently, and then bounced up and down and left and right in the trunk of the car, like a big fish that had just been thrown onto the shore. Shadow No. 623 struggled crazily, and the shadow it released became thicker and thicker. Wind and Paul's eyes were red, they screamed, and then they raised their fists at each other. The young master struggled towards the box of light and slapped his palm on the red button representing the emergency stop.

He thought he had successfully tapped the button when he found his vision blurred and blocked by the warm red liquid.

only……

The chaos caused by Shadow No. 623 became more and more serious. Everyone's emotions were aroused, and the desire to fight overwhelmed everything. The protesters generally have a big goal - the Scarlet Group's office building is right in front of them. If they rush in, they will "certainly" get back everything they have been deprived of. In order to combat this impact, PCPD not only used weapons, but also called for support from the riot squad.

In a corner of the chaotic scene filled with red and blue flashes of light, fists, sticks, boots and blood, next to the overturned trash can and the body with half a skull missing, a young man sat on the ground, watching this battle drama with dull eyes. Gradually approaching the top. The ghost energy bomb grazed his ear, shattering the wall tiles, and the flying stones left blood marks on his face. He remained as motionless as a dead corpse.

Ever since the "work clothes model" fell from his hands, Zhuang Xuteng fell into a trance, as if he had drifted away from the world in front of him. He was pushed, hit, and fell against a trash can, luckily avoiding the center of the riot and suffering only minor injuries. His brain kept reminding him to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, but his body seemed to have lost power and would not move at all.

He thought that he might be paralyzed, or maybe he had an injury to the spine in the back of his neck, otherwise he could not explain his current state. Now it is very much like the out-of-control state of being a zombie (a dangerous side job of lending one's body to others), except that the body and mind are reversed, with the mind intact and the body unable to move. He watched helplessly as the people around him beat back and forth, becoming bloody, and then became cold and dead; he watched helplessly as a red mist of blood covered his limbs and then penetrated under the skin.

There was an explosion in an alley not far away, and many figures rushed in. Zhuang Xuteng vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the sense of touch in his hands and feet gradually recovered, and he felt that he could move again. At this moment, the support of the riot strike team was in place. They were dressed in black and fully armed. They came from the air and released a large number of ghost energy bombs every time they raised their arms. They quickly controlled the situation at the scene.

A pair of cold handcuffs locked Zhuang Xuteng's hands. They were very tight and bit into the flesh. He and many people at the scene were taken away because someone needed to be held responsible for today's incident.

Including bombings in alleys.