Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 568 Ace of Spades

   A small hot pot restaurant in the ninth district is bustling with activity.

  Dozens of men equipped with various mechanical limbs guarded the door, divided into three groups.

   They were chatting with each other cheerfully and seemed quite familiar.

  Inside the door, three people gathered around a table, with a hot pot in front of them. The water was already boiling, making a gurgling sound.

A short, middle-aged man came out of the back kitchen with two plates of good meat, and his face was full of oil. He was wearing two white sleeves, and the sleeves were covered with oil stains: "Eat slowly, my boss. The back kitchen will continue to make slices for you, that’s enough.”

  Among the three people at the table, one asked coldly: "You didn't use white meat to disgust us, did you?"

   "How can it be! The three are the bosses of the nearby clubs, I can't fool you," the hot pot restaurant owner said hurriedly, "The cuts for you are all real mutton. I came in from the fourth district."

   "That's more or less."

  When the boss entered the back kitchen, the boss of the 'I want to buy a watch' club said, "Have you heard about the moth club recently?"

"You're talking about the art club, which held a chorus in the afternoon, and it turned out to be a mess." The boss of the Big Pendulum Club took a bite of the mutton: "If you don't work in a good club, you have to be a good person, and you can repair elevators in slums. Fix water and electricity, do those pigs need water, electricity and elevators?"

"That's not what I said. I moved dozens of households upstairs in a day, and there may be more in the future," said the boss of the Meteor Hammer Club. The protection fee of the company is tens of thousands less, and maybe hundreds of thousands will be lost."

   "What are you afraid of? There are only so many pigeon cages in a building. Can our people run all the way?"

   "That's right. Now our top priority is not to deal with this art society, but how to explain it to the higher ups."

"The higher-ups are also capricious. They clearly said that only eight people are needed, but he couldn't explain it, and asked us to hand over 30 people. Where can we find him 30 people? Should we hand over ourselves," said the Big Pendulum Society The boss said with an unlucky face.

  Actually, PCE’s requirement is very simple, that is, to arrest a group of people to fill up the number and show that they have really worked: Look, I have arrested so many criminals. But I can't blame me for not finding a killer. After all, they are people who can kill A-level people. Our department is really useless.

   Over the years, PCE has also been mixed in this way, and it has been paid off with merit.

  However, this incident was too serious, and the scores submitted before were not enough, so the PCE Public Security Management Committee issued new indicators in the afternoon.

  At this time, the boss of the club I want to buy watches suddenly said: "Why don't we hand in the art club, I heard that they have more than one hundred people, isn't that just enough?"

   "Hey, it's interesting, but the question is, will we have any casualties?" asked the boss of the Meteor Hammer Society.

   "A group of chorus singers, what can cause us casualties? I have never seen them use firearms before. There are two advantages to doing them. On the one hand, the task is handed in, and on the other hand, this alien can be eradicated."

  Three people put together, it seems really good: "When will we do it?"

   "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, and it will be at 4 o'clock in the morning tonight."

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  At this moment, there are two young people standing silently in front of the pigeon cage building.

  They were wrapped tightly, looking at everything in front of them with great interest.

  They were wearing gray canvas coats, which had been washed white.

  At a certain moment, they are not like people in the city, but more like people in the wilderness.

   "Boss, I just heard about this art club this afternoon. Residents in District 9 say that they are different from other clubs. What do you think?" One of the youths whispered.

  The people around him frowned: "A lotus flower grows out of the mud. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Maybe it's another means of exploitation by those associations. Have you rented the room here?"

   "Well, I rented it. The rooms here are very popular now. I paid a high price to sublet it from others."

  Ace of Spades Xu Linsen was stunned for a moment: "The rent is full?"

"Yes, it is indeed fully rented, but there are still people who haven't had time to move in," Jiang Mubei, the 4 of spades, said, "Boss, Yangyang asked us to come over and let us observe the future changes of this city. There must be a reference, and I don’t know what she is referring to, does she have anything else to say?”

   "She said that she would come here after she was busy with the parade in City 10, and that someone she trusted would do something here, so let's learn," Xu Linsen said calmly.

   "Study?" Jiang Mubei was stunned for a moment. Spades is already a relatively mature organization. The parades they organized in various parts of the Federation have already achieved preliminary results and have a strong influence.

  Yangyang said let them learn, this tone is a bit unusual.

   What kind of person is he, and what does he want to do in City 22, so that it is worthy of Ace of Spades to come and learn in person?

  Jiang Mubei smiled: "Now in the entire Federation, among all the organizations that want to change the Federation, only we have succeeded. Who else can let us learn?"

Xu Linsen glanced at him: "What she's talking about is learning, Xiao Bei. Learning to be humble is a good character. Maybe that person has something special about him. However, she said that she didn't know what the other party was going to do, but she would Something happened. She said... that's a man who always works wonders and surprises."

"But if that's the case, we won't be able to catch up with the New Year Festival in Huotang," Jiang Mubei sighed, "The point is, we don't even know where that person is or who it is. With this time, we might as well organize it in City No. 22." Students parade."

   "Humility, Xiaobei! Let's stay here first, anyway, the Great Elder is not in the fire pond, I heard that he was dragged by Li Shutong to become a young man again," Xu Linsen said.

  Jiang Mubei held Xu Linsen back: "Boss, this word again, don't let the Great Elder hear it..."

  At this time, Xu Linsen asked suspiciously: "By the way, Xiaobei, could the person Yangyang mentioned be the person during the day? They seem to have a good relationship."

  Jiang Mubei hesitated for a while: "The relationship between Baitian and the consortium is so close, and its own strength is still very weak, what can it do here? City 22 is not their home field."

  Xu Linsen thought for a while and said, "Take a look, maybe you can see something different."

  At this time, the two walked towards the pigeon cage. As soon as they entered the building, they saw a man with a red armband on his arm, sitting at the door with a table, and a notebook and pen on the table.

  The young man behind the desk looked up at the two of them: "Where are you from, what job do you have, do you have a history of infectious diseases, do you carry weapons? Which room do you live in? Show me the rental contract."

   Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei were stunned by this series of questions.

  What is it all about? Are art clubs so lenient? !

  Jiang Mubei thought for a while and replied: "We are foreigners, have no job, no history of infectious diseases, brought two pistols, and live in 4403, here is our lease contract."

  Jiang Mubei looked up, and there was actually a camera above his head facing them.

  But Xu Linsen didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything.

At this time, after the young man registered them, he sent them a chapter of leaflets: "The rules in this building are all above, no stealing or robbery, no bullying the elderly, women and children, no fighting , if you find out, I will hang you in front of the building to show the public, you know."

  Jiang Mubei raised his eyebrows, Xu Linsen said with a smile: "Understood, thank you."

   At this time, Qing Chen walked past them. Today he played harder and knocked everyone down at the wine table ahead of time.

   However, when he passed by Xu Linsen, he was suddenly taken aback...

  He knew Xu Linsen. After all, he had imitated others in Prison No. 18, and Guo Huchan was beaten up for protecting the middle-aged and elderly health manual with his big bald head.

  The man of spades, why did he suddenly come to the pigeon cage?

  Qing Chen walked into the elevator calmly, Jiang Mubei asked the young man behind the desk: "Why can he go in directly?"

The young man said nonchalantly: "This is the old owner. By the way, there are phone numbers and group chats of our art club office on the promotional page. You can contact us if you have any troubles when you join in. Once here, the art club is definitely better than PCE Yes. By the way, after joining the group chat, find Xiao Mengqian in the group, and he will introduce you where there is food and entertainment nearby."

   "Thank you," Jiang Mubei said, he was a little puzzled, how can this club look like a club, the service is too thoughtful.

  Speaking, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei walked into the elevator, and went up to the 44th floor with Qing Chen.

   "Little brother, you have lived here for a long time, what do you think of that art club?" Xu Linsen asked.

   Qing Chen glanced at them: "It's pretty good."

Arriving at the 44th floor, Qing Chen walked out of the elevator first, and heard Jiang Mubei behind sigh, "This building is too clean, it's the first time I've seen such a clean residential building in the lower third district. Boss, you can’t even see a bug. What is this art club doing?”

   This 4 of spades, looks like a countryman who has entered the city, with the words "I have never seen the world" written on his face...

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  At the edge of the city, Zhang Mengqian led Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi carefully walking through the shadows of the buildings.

  The entire Ninth District was dark except for the pigeon cage.

   This gives those who live in the shadows some unexpected convenience.

"Here it is," Zhang Mengqian stopped at the mouth of a sewage drain: "This pipe is about 0.6 meters in diameter. It looks inconspicuous, but it can actually lead to the outside of the city. It's about 4 or 5 kilometers away. Found it. However, if you want to go out from here, you have to crawl at least 5 kilometers in the sewage, are you sure you want to go out from here?"

  Crawling for 5 kilometers, and in stinky water, even the criminals in the ninth district are unwilling to walk this road.

  Because you have to endure the long darkness and stench, it is also a test of physical strength.

  Walking five kilometers and crawling five kilometers are completely different physical exertion.

  The most important thing is that Luo Wanya's status is different now, and his strength has been promoted to C level under the special care of Li Tongyun, Nan Gengchen, and Liu Dezhu.

   Is such a boss willing to climb this kind of sewer?

Luo Wanya took off his coat and smiled, "Although it's a bit disgusting, if you can't bear this hardship, you don't deserve to work for the boss. Little guy, you still don't know what kind of ruthless our boss is. Compared with what he has endured, it is nothing at all. Compared with what he has to do, my hard work is nothing. Xiao Qi, you wait here for me, and kill all suspicious people who approach. "

  (end of this chapter)