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partner?

Lin Yue frowned at this word.

"Rebels?"

"Of course not, although there are some business contacts between us."

The more he talked, the more confused Lin Yue became: "What do you mean by that?"

Not the Rebels, but have some business dealings with the Rebels?

"Let's put it this way, those of us who engage in the black market don't care who the customers are or where they come from. As long as we keep our promises and pay enough, then hello, hello, hello, everyone, kindness can make money, right?"

Now Lin Yue understands that Qian Heyi's performance in the movie is really like a black market boss.

Countless history has proved that the tighter you control something like the black market, the stronger it will be, and it is not a business that ordinary people can get involved in. Under the environment where the federal government implements the rationing system, money is useless and the market loses its degree of freedom. On the surface, it seems fair and good for everyone. What is the actual situation? Maybe those who work hard will say it is not good, and those who live a lazy life will say it is good, good or bad depends entirely on the ass.

In the movie, Liu Qi used a few fuel tanks from a truck to exchange for the protective clothing in Qian Heyi's hands, and this was the chance to come to the surface world. At that time, Liu Qi told Han Duoduo that the two clothes were not clean.

The way is not clean? There is no trace of repair, where did it come from? Know that people who live and work underground are not issued protective clothing.

This also proved from the side that Qian Heyi didn't lie to him. In all likelihood, there were rebels in the black market merchant's client list, and they might be big clients.

"Isn't my identity a policeman?"

"Of course, you are a policeman, but this does not prevent you from being one of us."

As for the words, there was a detour, but Lin Yue understood.

What do black marketers need most? Umbrella, he even suspected that his identity was not as simple as a protective umbrella, it was probably like the undercover agent Han Chen sent to the police force in "Infernal Affairs".

"If I were you, I would choose to hire murderers to kill people instead of going to the HZ dungeon to save people. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Qian Heyi smiled: "You are indeed mistaken, you really don't have anything I would like to see."

"That means my identity is very special?"

"Can't it be brotherhood and friendship?"

Lin Yue scoffed at this statement, because if he and Qian Heyi were good friends, he would never be calm when he saw him return safely. Miss me" or something.

"In other words, you are showing it to your friends in the HZ dungeon. After all, everyone understands the reason why the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the teeth are cold. If they quit, or sell you at a critical moment, then the fun will be great."

Not long after the incident happened, they contacted the mercenary who was ambushing in the tunnel of the police car back to the dungeon. This can only show one thing, that is, he is not the only partner in the police system of the HZ dungeon, but there are other people as well.

"I said, why can't you think of the good of people?"

"Occupational disease."

It is indeed an occupational disease, but it is not the occupational disease that the police look like a prisoner to everyone. It is a sequela caused by long time travel. If it is not for this caution, he must have been trapped.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so much. Being drunk today is better than anything else."

"One more question, what is your organizational structure, and who else is above you?"

"It's not you, it's us." Qian He pressed his hand down, pointing to the injury on the back of his head with a black face: "Does the doctor say it can be cured?"

"possible."

"Then you can keep it, maybe the injury will heal. You don't need to ask me these questions and you can know the answer."

Lin Yue muttered in a low voice: "The Riddler get out of Gotham."

"What?"

"Riddler get out of Gotham."

Qian Heyi opened the storage box behind him, took out a cardboard box and handed it over: "Here."

"What?"

"Eating can calm the mood, Xiao Bao said."

Lin Yue took a look and yelled, the earthworm from Liubiju said, "Who is Little Leopard?"

"The waiter in the mahjong parlor. In our business, there must be a real operator as a cover, right?"

"The one in the bunny uniform?"

Qian Heyi was stuffing dried earthworms into his mouth, but he was stunned when he heard this: "How do you know about this?"

"Enlighten it yourself." Lin Yue smiled at him, picked up a pinch of dried earthworms, put them in his mouth, chewed them twice, and spit them out: "It's really unpalatable."

"My brain is hurt, but this vengeful temper has not changed at all."

Qian He snatched the paper box back with a disgusted expression on his face. Are dried earthworms unpalatable? What does he want to eat? wine? steak? tuna? Who does he think he is? High-ranking federal government? For things like earthworms, ordinary people also distribute them proportionally. It is not bad to eat earthworm skewers two or three times a week.

"Do you know me well?"

"That's absolutely, we are young."

"Do you think I can fool around if I lose my memory?"

If he trusted people so easily, he wouldn't be Lin Yue.

Qian Heyi said, "I really didn't lie to you."

Lin Yue said, "What about the evidence?"

The two of them were talking true and false, and no one could tell the truth from the false anyway. The driver in front braked and said, "Here we are."

"Where are you?"

"BJ."

Qian He tossed him the identification plate he had prepared: "Get out of the car, let's get in first, and then we'll have to find a time to fix your face and get a new identity. It's a hassle."

Lin Yue fixed it and followed Qian Yi out of the car.

...

Half a month later.

Lin Yue looked at himself in the mirror, said he didn't know him, exaggerated, said he hadn't changed, then it was 100% a lie, his nose was slightly adjusted, a small flame was tattooed on his face, and his hairstyle was changed again. Changing, now standing in front of Dahua, Zhou Qian and the like, if you don't look carefully, you will never recognize them.

Qian Heyi sat on the sofa in the back, tossed the baseball in his hand, caught it, threw it again, and caught it again.

"How is it? You are much more handsome than before. As far as your first brother is concerned and means, BJ Dungeon is the second, and no one dares to be the first. Here, this is a new identity card." Zhang card: "Mechanic, you want it. But then again, do you know how to fix cars? If something goes wrong, I'm not responsible for finding people. Why don't you just stay in the mahjong parlor and show me the place?"

Lin Yue ignored this, put his ID card in his pocket, and walked outside.

"Hey, don't go, why are you going?"

"Neighborhood committee."

"Why are you going to the neighborhood committee?" Qian Heyi hurriedly got up from the sofa, dropped the baseball, and quickly followed him.

"Report the problem to the neighborhood committee."

"What is the problem? I think you are looking for trouble for nothing, and I am afraid that others will not know that you are a counterfeit."

Lin Yue said: "Then let me put it another way, I'm too lazy to stay here and look at your face, okay?"

This is the truth, because Qian Heyi's face has been seen in the mirror for more than forty years, and every time he talks to him, there is a strange feeling.

The first brother was very depressed, touched his face, and muttered in a low voice: "Am I ugly?"

When he realized it, Lin Yue had left the room and walked outside.

Protective suits, masks, tritium battery sticks, drones... all kinds of equipment are piled up on the ground, and an old S1 exoskeleton armor stands in the corner. The Xiaobawang game console on the Internet is the most collectible.

Further outside is the mahjong parlor, which can be described as "smoky atmosphere". Well, except for the little leopard that Qian Heyi mentioned, at this moment she is winking at him, making the one next to her lose everything for two months just to soak her up. The supply man was furious.

Lin Yue ignored the gazes and expressions of these people, left the so-called "entertainment center", turned left to Wangfujing, walked straight into the corridor leading to the neighborhood committee without even looking at the newly posted fruit juice poster at the entrance of the fast food restaurant diagonally opposite.

"Is it okay to call a container the size of your index finger a big cup?"

It's been half a month, and he hasn't adapted to life in the dungeon yet.

Then, the argument between the two divorced people and the mediator interrupted his wild thoughts, and he looked up and saw the ground.