My doppelganger drama

After cleaning up the trip, Brother Modern tortured a few people who were captured a little.

No in-depth information.

At first glance, the minds of these people cannot be called big shots, and the matter of underground bounties is simply a local feature of silver and gold.

Dystopia has repeatedly robbed the underground goods of Hells Pharmaceutical Group, and countless transactions have been messed up in just over a month. As a large enterprise, Hells Pharmaceutical Group obviously cannot let it go.

There are already bounties targeting dystopias in the underground bounties.

But in fact, the main reward is not a head reward, but an intelligence reward.

They seemed more curious about where Dystopia came from. To the underground circles of the Golden Circle, this organization seemed to appear out of nowhere.

After getting some information and confirming that he couldn't ask any more questions, the Noisy Monster went up and peeled off the skins of these people one by one.

Every time this kind of power expands, there is always a shortage of human skin.

Although if you really want to find someone to tear off your butt skin, no one stipulates that the clone can only use one piece of skin.

There are always leather-sheathed dogs who like to finish playing with this skin and then turn around and change to another skin to play with. There is no such thing as too much skin. Saving an extra piece of skin is just one more way to protect your butt.

Leaving the internal organs on the ground, the three of them put the skins in the trunk, and then the Noisy Monster officially drove to the stronghold.

The stronghold is in an office building, but it is only a temporary stronghold. Taking into account various factors, the dystopian stronghold will always be moved, and it is also out of helplessness.

There are not many people here. These days, all the big gangsters in the Golden Circle have to keep their tail between their legs, let alone rootless pawns like them.

Illegal gatherings of a slightly larger scale will be investigated if discovered.

The environment in the Golden Circle is quite troublesome.

After Lucas went in, he finally saw the Green Goblin.

Most of the office building has been temporarily transformed into a laboratory-like place. There is no one there anyway, and the money used is the money earned by oneself. The Green Devil is not polite.

When a few people arrived, the Green Goblin was inspecting a dark green mechanical arm.

Lucas took a look. He knew that the Green Goblin had neglected qualitative changes because he had been taking care of various things for a long time. He could have reached four qualitative changes at present, but the quality was not high, so he had some other thoughts.

"What a handsome arm." Brother Modern went up and tapped it, and the arm made a crisp sound.

The Green Goblin dexterously connected several complex components with his hands. He frowned, turned around and took out a handful from a nearby table filled with various fragments, and put them together on the spot.

In about ten minutes, another small part came out of his hand, and he replaced several original parts on his arm, and finally the assembly seemed to be completed.

Lucas and Noisy Monster walked up. Lucas walked up to him out of curiosity, while Noisy Monster stayed behind Modern Brother, with an expression on his face as if he owed him money. He always looked like this.

The Green Goblin put down what he was doing, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay?" Lucas asked.

The Green Goblin didn't answer. He pretended to think for a moment, then stretched out his hand and inserted it directly into the mechanical arm. It turned out that it was actually a set of gauntlets!

Brother Modern grinned and suddenly disappeared.

The Green Goblin stepped forward neatly with his right glove, twisted his waist, and pumped his fist.

The dark green fist whizzed past. Brother Modern dodged quickly, but his fist continued to hit the noisy monster.

The Noisy Monster turned around with a displeased look on his face, one of his arms turned black and swelled with muscles, and he opened his palm to catch the Green Goblin's punch.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the air wave blew away all the surrounding light objects.

"You must be sick." The noisy monster looked at the green monster with gloomy dead fish eyes and made a statement.

The Green Devil closed his fist and wiped his hand armor with a handkerchief: "Not bad, the power is in line with expectations. This is just the force of a single arm. The human body's habits are not very suitable for controlling it. After the complete set of armor is built, , a normal attack punch can also be stronger than this one."

He didn't care at all that the Noisy Monster waved his hands away with a depressed look on his face, and turned around to evaluate himself.

Lucas was okay, the speed and force of the punch just now were very strong, but within his reaction and acceptance range, it would be better to say that this punch hit him in the face.

"Why don't you try hitting me in the face, it might be better than hitting him." He really said it so frankly.

When communicating face-to-face between clones, it is better to say it directly rather than just thinking about it in your head.

After all, many people use group chat, and if the other party is absent-minded, you are not sure whether he heard you in the group chat.

"Yes, I forgot that you are the toughest among us now." The Green Goblin raised his hand as he spoke.

boom!

Another punch.

Lucas tilted his head back, but pulled it back without moving back at all: "It feels more real now, but it still seems a bit ordinary. Is your armor structure really okay?"

The Green Goblin looked at Lucas' face that didn't even leave a mark, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I always feel that you are provoking me, but it's very reasonable. I was quite satisfied at first, but after hitting you in the face, all of a sudden It’s a bit dissatisfying.”

"We need to study further."

The two of them seemed to be having a good conversation, and the noisy monster who blocked a punch for no reason had long been forgotten.

Brother Modern appeared again, bringing back a few bags of hamburgers and fried chicken: "Are you still chatting? Let's have lunch first."

The noisy monster suddenly became energetic.

"You only have one portion, so keep your mouth shut and don't let anyone steal it." Brother Modern smiled and threw a piece of hamburger to the noisy monster.

The noisy monster looked unhappy, and at the same time, he pressed down the mouth that grew out of his arm to steal food.

The Green Goblin also temporarily put down his arm, and the four of them sat on a broken sofa, eating and chatting.

"The development situation here is average. It's difficult to start from various angles. Now it's mainly testing."

"It seems that companies here are very important as powerful units. It's really like that. It's deliberately imitating the society of the complete world, but it's a bit more serious."

"I have taken a fancy to a few companies now, and I should be able to slowly occupy them with my paintings. The big companies here are very strict with people, and it is difficult to get close to those important people, otherwise there would be so much nonsense."

"Create a company? You can start a company with just a few gangsters!"

"By the way, the main body is talking about buying a theater troupe here for fun."

"Huh? Aren't there strict investigations on theater troupes recently?"

"The various theater troupes here in the Golden Circle have been inspected four or five times, and we are just buying them for fun, and will not have too much involvement in serious business."

"Do you believe this?"

"The main body believes it, so why can't we believe it?"

"What about the money to buy the troupe?"

"Isn't that what I'm thinking?" Brother Green Devil finished the hamburger in his hand in several mouthfuls, "But the Hells Group's drugs made a lot of money by reselling the excess, but it didn't last for a while. To use the law, we still need an identity group that can stand on the bright side.”

"Do you really resell the medicine?" Lucas asked in surprise.

"A mixture of real and fake, 70% is a highly effective sedative with a special pigment, and 30% is a diluted medicine."

"Grass."

As expected of myself.

Lucas said: "This kind of reputation is not good."

"The reputation belongs to the Hells Group. It was fine before they spread the news about our reselling on a large scale. The sedative is also a good product we developed ourselves. The short-term effect is similar to that of the potion, or even better. To Miss Illustrated Wenwen Use it as promised. Make sure it doesn’t affect the growth of etheric energy when your mind is clear! It doesn’t matter if you don’t want black-hearted potions like Hells, we are helping them.”

"They still have to thank us!"

"We are really good people."

As they talked, everyone started bragging with indescribable smiles.

"I only drank a few bottles of Coke, so I'm quite drunk."

The door was pushed open, and the supervisor came over with a tired look on his face.

"Hello, supervisor."

"I still hate it when I see your face, Lucas, forget it, I'm exhausted. Why is it so difficult to be a city hunter here? I thought it was just a matter of simply accepting missions and completing missions, but it turned out that it was so hard for me to become a city hunter. Those who join the industry are not friendly at all, they insist on getting involved with various forces, and there are too many large and small circles in this terrible place."

The supervisor picked up a piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth.

He went to test other underground channels here, but it obviously didn't look very smooth.

"If you want to eat, buy it yourself." Hyundai was about to take the piece of fried chicken, but he was robbed.

"I know, I know, please come back next time." The supervisor smiled and waved.