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The motorcycle drove on the desolate land, leaving a long trail of flying dust behind it. The team leader "Cannon" - the bald middle-aged man, "Cannon" was his nickname - lent it to Zhang Ming

A pair of goggles so he doesn't have to squint all the time.

The roar and bumps along the way gave Zhang Ming the illusion that he was still on Earth.

He remembered that when he went to visit his grandfather in the countryside as a child, he had a similar feeling when riding a tricycle in the countryside.

The stowaway captain was right, Thanos destroyed the planet.

When the Namekians visited Earth, Zhang Ming briefly learned about the technology they donated. In terms of transportation, their anti-gravity vehicles and single-person aircraft technologies have long been very mature. Any vehicle can easily break the sound barrier. Let’s look at it again.

Now--

"It's great to have this thing." Dapao said to Zhang Ming.

He explained to Zhang Ming the changes in Namek in recent years: "At first, the officials did not allow private ownership of any transportation equipment at all, but they have gradually relaxed in the past two years."

Along the way, Da Pao talked a lot with Zhang Ming. After arriving in the capital Aryo, Zhang Ming handed over the travel expenses, but Da Pao waved his hand and refused.

"It's not easy for you to work hard outside alone. We were originally transporting goods to bring you back, so forget about the money." Cannon tore off a piece of paper and wrote down a series of numbers. "This is my contact code. If you can't find it,

If you find a satisfactory job, you can contact me. I also have a few friends in this city."

Taking the piece of cloth, Zhang Ming watched this group of middle-aged people, who looked fierce but were actually gentle, ride away.

This planet is not completely rotten yet. At least the middle-aged generation adheres to the past living standards, helping and supporting each other, and that terrifying appearance is just a change that has to be made in order to survive.

Corresponding to Cannon and his group is the new generation.

In recent decades, the young people who grew up under the rule of Thanos have not inherited the will of the Namekians at all. They plundered their compatriots, committed violence, and were willing to do anything for money and status.

It's very much like New York in the 18th century.

When Europe set off a wave of immigration to the Americas, a large number of mafias poured in and took root in New York, controlling the gambling industry, pornography industry, drug trafficking, arms smuggling, and engaging in professional criminal activities such as kidnapping, murder, robbery, etc.

, causing extreme panic among the people of New York at that time.

What was even worse than New York at the time was that the puppet government of Namek secretly supported the New Generation under the instruction of Thanos, which made Alyo even more chaotic.

Zhang Ming found a bench and sat down, flattened the map on his lap, took out a pen and wrote and drew on the map.

Cannon is a gang of middle-aged men in the old city. They protect a group of Namekians who are older than them, and get a small reward by helping citizens complete some tasks.

New districts, business districts, industrial zones... these popular areas are occupied by the new generation. The government implements a strict working hour system, and citizens are under extremely high work pressure. The new generation gangs provide them with "quick, convenient and efficient" entertainment.

way, and then take away all the money they earned.

The government cooperates with gangs to make money, which is a terrible process but cannot be stopped. Along the way, Cannon said a lot to Zhang Ming, asking him to be careful and never touch those things.

"That thing will not only rob you of your money, but also make your body -" Cannon nodded his head with his finger. "It will turn into a piece of rotten meat, leaving nothing but desire. In the end, it will either become a slave or a

corpse."

After listening to this passage, Zhang Ming changed all his previous strategies and set a new direction:

He wants to unify Aryo's gang and become an underground emperor.

As for time...

One night is enough.

Cleaning up all the underground forces in Aryo in one night was enough to attract the attention of Ebony Maw.

Zhang Ming looked into the distance. The three suns set one after another, and this busy city ushered in a short rest. Just as Cannon said, when night fell, people who had finished their day's work took to the streets and began to live a life of drunkenness and dreams.

It’s not that they don’t have the concept of saving, but that saving has become meaningless. First of all, official savings institutions lose their credibility, and no one will keep it in the bank. As for keeping it at home... no one knows whether someone will rush into the house in the next second.

, kill them all for that little money.

Consumerism is rampant, and this program exhibits a kind of pathological prosperity.

Zhang Ming took the map and went block by block. To be honest, he hadn't done this kind of "street sweeping" work in person for a long time. Since his combat effectiveness has increased, his enemies have also become stronger. This kind of foundation

All work is entrusted to professional S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Fortunately, these gangsters are very arrogant. They have younger brothers around them and officials above them. They are bound by interests and force. In addition, they are young and have a domineering style of doing things. They have no intention of covering up their traces.

In less than fifteen minutes, Zhang Ming walked out of a nightclub carrying two men covered in blood.

There were women screaming and men yelling and cursing everywhere, but no one dared to come close. The thugs lying in the nightclub were still wailing, and no one wanted to break a few bones.

Zhang Ming threw the two men to the ground, thought for a while, took out the communication equipment from their bodies, took out the number that the cannon left for him, and called them.

"Hey, so fast -" Da Pao had a good impression of Zhang Ming, but when he heard the noise on the other end of the phone, he frowned. "What happened to you? Do you need help?"

"Hmm." Zhang Ming scratched his face, "Can you get me a car? As long as it's big enough, there's no other requirements. I have some 'stuff' that I'd like you to help move. I'll pay for it."

They had only met once, and the scream on the other end of the phone made Cannon a little hesitant. He finally chose to trust his intuition.

"Tell me the address."

Zhang Ming opened the map and named the next destination.

"You come here to find me, remember, the car must be big enough."

"no problem."

After ending the communication, Zhang Ming carried the two gang bosses and headed to the next gang-controlled neighborhood.

Half an hour later, Cannon drove a cargo truck to his destination. At the end of the street was a large casino. He rarely came here at night. Entering other people's gang territory at night is likely to cause conflicts.

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"Boss, where are the others?"

"Isn't it a trap?"

After hearing the brothers' questions, Cannon lit a cigarette: "Wait a moment." He said this, but still subconsciously held the gun.

At this moment, the two doors of the casino flew out, and four or five men fell to the ground together with the two doors. Each one vomited blood and struggled on the ground half-dead.

Zhang Ming walked out with two people on his left hand and three on his right hand, carrying five people. He turned his eyes around and saw Cannon and his group at the end of the street, and smiled.

Snap.

The cigarette from Cannon's mouth fell to the ground, and he recognized the identities of the five people.

He shouted at Zhang Ming, who was walking over: "You are crazy! Do you know what you are doing? Each of them has hundreds of subordinates. You will kill yourself. Now that I am here, you will also kill others."

I!"

Zhang Ming threw the five people behind the truck. Hearing Cannon's concern, he turned around and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"Nothing will happen to me, and neither will you. Look at that." Zhang Ming pointed in the direction of the casino.

Dozens of gangsters stood at the entrance of the casino, each with a weapon in their hand. However, no one dared to raise a gun or rush over with a knife. Their eyes were full of fear, this group of lawless young people

, for the first time, I felt fear from the bottom of my heart.

"who are you?"

"Giorno Giovanna."

Zhang Ming said his pseudonym for this operation. He smiled and said: "Okay, take me to the next place. We have to fill up this car tonight. After dawn, I will pay for this time."

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