I Am Not Really Related

"Hello, who is it?"

"The hunter's license? Nitro asked you to call?"

"You can just post that thing home and it'll be over."

"Huh? My address? Wait a minute, don't tell me that Nitro guy didn't tell you anything"

"Then just send me the meteor directly. My side is having a lot of fun during the New Year's Eve. It's better for you members of the Hunter's Guild not to join in the fun."

"Okay, I will store it with you first, and I will find time to pick it up later."

"Let's do this first. If you hang up, you will come to die. Human life is really worthless in this place. Dudu."

. . . . . .

At the headquarters of the Hunter Guild, a bean-faced man with a short stature, a bean-shaped face, green skin, no nose and ears, but still neatly dressed in a suit was looking at the phone in his hand with a speechless face.

"Who is the other party? President Nitero can personally reissue the hunter's license. There are not many people in these years."

"And from the tone of the other party, it seems that he is very familiar with President Netero."

"It's just that it shouldn't be Chinese New Year at this time, right? Why have firecrackers and fireworks been set off over there?"

"Forget it, since it's something that President Nitero told you, don't ask too much, just store the things first, and if no one comes to pick them up after a while, I'll call and ask again. "

As soon as he made a happy decision, he heard someone shouting outside: "Bingz, it's not good, President Nitro escaped in a helicopter again!"

Bingz's complexion changed, and then he smiled wryly, "I'm here, please inform Vice President Pallstone."

"The specific regulations for next year's hunter exam have not yet been finalized, and the president has sneaked out again, and I don't know if I can make it back in time. It's really a headache, alas!"

The bean-faced man with a bitter face shook his head and went out.

In fact, Nitero barely remembered the matter of agreeing to beat up the enemy Hakka in order to be able to sneak out, so he asked someone to fix it and threw it directly to Bingzi without saying anything.

Afterwards, when Bingzi completed the task he assigned, he quietly ran away.

As for getting acquainted? Pay attention to?

None at all!

It can be said that the essence of Netero is actually an old urchin, provided that no one provokes him.

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Meteor Street, Third Block.

After hanging up the phone, Zhenyang rushed directly into the enemy reinforcements with his shark muscle in hand. His thoughts were not endless, so if he could save a little, he must save a little.

At this time, the sword skills he had practiced for a long time naturally played a great role.

Every time he swung his soft, hard, stretchable, shrinkable shark muscles, he could take away a group of children. In front of him, ordinary people with telekinetic powers were no different from ordinary people.

And in addition, he also integrated the dark step and other skills in the assassination technique, and the use of [circle] and other thoughts into his own fighting style, coupled with the wild shark muscles, he forcibly took an assassin It gave me the feeling of playing a berserker!

After all, an assassin who can't open Wushuang is definitely not a crazy fighter!

Almost a month has passed since the day he killed the Fifth Elder.

Because of the collective "disappearance" of the elders, the elders' association that controlled the entire Meteor Street, big and small, completely disappeared in name only. In addition, the Akatsuki organization led by Zhenyang finally showed its fangs after 15 years, so there were almost no encounters. When there was too much resistance, the fifth and fourth blocks were knocked down successively.

But when more and more people realized that the original elders might have been killed by (the river crab), the bomb on Meteor Street exploded immediately!

It can almost be described by the words demons, demons and demons dancing wildly!

All kinds of ghosts and monsters couldn't help jumping out, vying for power and profit, and happy enmity.

When the rule makers in the past are gone, everyone dreams of becoming the next rule makers!

Then suddenly overnight, the entire Meteor Street became a mess, and the higher the numbered block, the worse the situation.

As a result, the speed of Zhenyang's advancement suddenly became very unsmooth and troublesome.

Originally, it was enough to clean up the remnants of the Presbyterian Church, but now it seems that there are enemies everywhere. No one knows if there will be a few people squatting in a dark corner, pointing a gun at you.

But that's just a small problem.

The most serious problem is that Meteor Street is out of control!

Without the suppression of the Presbyterian Church, it means that the rules and unspoken rules that everyone was following have all become invalid.

The consequence of this is that no one can guarantee even the most basic transactions.

A large number of low-level personnel on Meteor Street were at a loss after picking up useful garbage. They didn't know what to do with it.

There are no people in the places responsible for collecting garbage on weekdays.

After all, the sky has changed, who will care about their lives!

If there is no trade, there will be no food, and no food means death.

Look, how simple it is!

Of course, it is not without force to try to stabilize the economic system of Meteor Street, but after trying a lot, they all suffered a dull loss.

Either the financial resources are not enough, and only a small number of people can be taken care of.

Either the force is not enough, and he was robbed dozens of times within two days, dare to resist and even kill everyone!

Or there is no channel. After all, it is not possible to provide daily necessities for nearly 10 million people.

You've got to be able to buy everything the residents of Meteor Street need, and you've got to be able to figure out a way to turn all the trash you collect into treasure and sell it for a good price.

Only in this way can we ensure that the economy does not collapse and make a lot of money by ourselves.

But obviously, this seemingly simple condition is extremely difficult to actually implement.

So the bitter fruit of rashly getting rid of the Presbyterian Church began to be revealed.

Although Zhenyang had already made psychological preparations for the current situation in advance, he still underestimated the serious impact of the sudden loss of function of the Elder Council, as well as those lunatics who would not even want their lives and kept jumping out to try to pick the fruit.

If it wasn't for those guys making trouble, even if the situation got a little out of control, it wouldn't be so serious.

It's just that it's too late to say anything now, since you've done it, you won't regret it.

Zhenyang was not in a hurry anymore, but started to fight steadily, preparing to take the sixth block as the foundation, and gradually encroach on the entire Meteor Street.

Anyone who has completed [occupied] areas by him will not be able to overcome the storm, this is one of his confidence.

In addition, Zhenyang also started to arrange the materials and re-establishing the rules of Meteor Street.

It's just that it's too painful that there is no think tank or management talent to share his worries.

Zhenyang misses the days when Jing was by his side very much.