In the evening, in the residential area of ​​the Third Camp Center.

Unlike the harsh environment of slums, the streets here are spacious and tidy, and the air is much cleaner than there, and there is no longer the strange smell of rotten smell or feces. There are also various shops and food shops beside the streets in the middle of the city. Citizens living here can purchase freely on weekdays.

Every night, the slums will fall into darkness, and only some families with better conditions can light a kerosene lamp. But it is different in the rich areas. Many lighting panels are installed at the top of the buildings here. During the day, under light conditions, the solar cell modules generate a certain electromotive force. The battery is charged through the charging and discharging controller to store the electricity converted from light energy. Therefore, even at night, the rich areas are still brightly lit.

Because it is close to the slums on the east and west sides, the land in the outer circle is relatively cheap, and some middle-level workers and soldiers live in it.

The land near the city center and the southern area is nearly twice the price, and those living here are either wealthy businessmen or important personnel with higher positions in the camp. The center of the camp is a more prosperous commercial area, but this area is only open to the high-rise buildings, and even middle-level workers living on the outside cannot go there.

The outer periphery of the camp center is blocked by high walls, the gate is only opened during the day, and the supervisors are usually responsible for patroling and guarding them tightly. Only residents of wealthy areas can enter and exit freely.

Among them, the rich travel unimpeded, while middle-level workers are not restricted from moving except in the city center. They can even visit slums as long as they are willing. Of course, the poor can only stay in their living places. Once a poor person tries to break into the center of the camp, they will be found and only one ending - they will be shot dead on the spot.

"Himmer... I haven't had such a good time to drink..." Several men shaking steps came out of a bar on the street. They were drunk, their faces flushed, and they looked drunk.

"I don't know what the hell is doing recently. I actually lowered the price of Cate [a drug] by half two days ago, and it was sold out soon." A drunk man put his arm on his companion's shoulder and smiled happily: "Fortunately, I took the opportunity to stock up on a lot of goods, sold them to the black market, and made a lot of money. You didn't see how much bugs in the slums love this thing."

"Hahaha, you don't have to worry about killing yourself by sucking so much." The man's companion smiled.

"If you die, just die. These guys are a waste of resources when they live, and their lives are not worth much."

"You can't say that. After all, you have to rely on them to go out to pick up the scattered state, otherwise how can you maintain the daily operation of the camp?"

Several people walked to the intersection with laughter and then parted ways. It was around 11 o'clock in the evening, and even they did not dare to stay outside for too long. The law of the third district stipulates that 12 o'clock is the curfew time. Once the patrolled supervisors found wandering outside during the curfew, they would be seriously punished.

After saying goodbye to his companions, the man was drinking and in a good mood and walked into an alley. Under the street lights, his shadow was pulled narrowly and the lights of nearby houses had already gone out, and the surroundings were particularly quiet. The man hummed a small song and walked staggeringly in the alley, siping wine from time to time, thinking in his mind whether the remaining batch of chards in his home should find another time to take them to the black market.

At this time, the alley was silent, and only his own footsteps could be heard. Seeing that the front was about to reach his home, he suddenly noticed that a black shadow appeared at his feet under the street light. The man widened his eyes and before he could turn around, he was covered by the person behind him. The other party was extremely strong, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape his clamping.

"If you don't want to die, be honest." His voice was cold and his words were full of threats. Not only that, a bright dagger was also placed in front of his neck.

Halfway through the man's alcohol, he shuddered and nodded like pounding garlic. The man pinched his neck and forced him to walk into the depths of the alley. It was pitch black here, without street lights, and he could only barely see the appearance of the alley through the moonlight. The man behind him slightly let go of his arm and asked in a low voice: "Where is the black market you are talking about?"

"Black, the black market is underground at a grocery store on the 13th Street, slums on the east side." The man swallowed hard and said honestly: "If you want to go, just find the owner of the grocery store and meet him with the slogan."

"What else?" The man didn't say much, his voice was low, and he sounded very young.

"That's all..." Before the man finished speaking, he covered his mouth with Qi Ping. Then, he felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from the little finger of his right hand. With a crisp "click", the man actually broke his finger directly.

"Um... Um..." The man wanted to scream in pain, but was pinched by the other party. He was sweating all over, and the severe pain made him lose all over. He was soft and half-kneeled on the ground, while the other party's dagger was still pressing against his neck, and his voice was cold: "Give you another chance."

"I'm wrong, don't kill me... If there is no recommendation from the middleman, after meeting the slogan... I will show the same item. After they confirm your identity, they will allow you to enter the black market for trading. This time it is true, without any lies." The man said almost exhausted.

At the same time, the man behind him also let go of himself. He staggered and fell to the ground, hugging his arm tremblingly, and turned around with difficulty, wanting to see who was threatening him.

With the moonlight above his head, the man saw a thin and tall figure. He wore a hood to cover his face, and the alley was very dark, so he could not see his appearance clearly. But even so, the man still recognized at a glance that the other party was not from the center of the camp. His clothes and outfit were obviously from the slums.

The poor people rush into the camp center without authorization, which is a first-class death penalty!

The man widened his eyes in surprise and said in disbelief: "How did you... you got in?"

However, the other party ignored him and walked forward step by step. As if he had a premonition, the man immediately raised his head in panic and wanted to shout for help.

However, the other party's iron-plied hands choked his neck hard, and the man's face turned into a pig's liver. He gasped for difficulty and begged for mercy intermittently: "Sorry... I'm not..."

"When you were joking just now, it didn't look like this." The young man looked at the other person quietly. At this moment, the man finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The young man's appearance can be said to be quite handsome. His skin is pale and even though he is ragged, he still cannot hide the nobleness between his eyebrows.

His dark and deep eyes were as cold as the night, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The man stared at him in a daze, but the next second, the other party flipped his left hand and the dagger with a cold light had already penetrated straight into the man's chest.

The man seemed to have never expected that he would actually take action. He struggled desperately, but the other party once again increased the force and slowly stabbed the knife into his body. Soon, the man's eyes gradually dissipated and his head was soft and tilted aside.

The young man let go and looked at the corpse in front of him with expressionless expression, without any emotion in his eyes. He bent down, pulled out the dagger, wiped the blood on it with the other party's clothes, and then took the dagger back to his waist.

He searched around the body, and soon took out a key and a copper sign as big as a palm. He put these two things into his pocket, and the young man stood up.

At this moment, a necklace with white light slid out from his neck when he got up.

The young man was slightly stunned, and his originally cold eyes softened a lot. He grabbed the necklace with extremely light movements, and then carefully stuffed it back into his collar with the bloodless hand.
Chapter completed!