Chapter 14 Cook

The room was filled with smoke, like a fairyland.

The big smokers were playing cards while puffing away leisurely, and it was thanks to the men in the corner for continuing to exercise.

When Malza pushed the door and entered, these people concentrated on doing the work at hand, and only the bald man and the fat man responded to Malza.

"Boss."

Malza was also used to it, so he passed the group of people and came in front of the bald man.

"What, got beaten?"

The bald man didn't continue to tease, he put down the book casually, leaned his upper body back, and crossed his legs.

The fat man stared at one side of Malza's pig face, with a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Regardless of how much flesh this fat man has, in terms of strength, he is stronger than Malza. It is quite remarkable to be able to eat a fat man in Meteor Street.

"Yeah." Malza lowered his head, with a look of shame on his face, because half of it was swollen, and it looked weird.

"Let's hear it." The bald man said with a blank expression on his face, he was a little interested to know what happened.

First of all, Malza knows the rules. If he is abused one-on-one, don't expect others to help him. If he is beaten by a group, depending on the situation, he can still help him find his place.

Now that Malza came, it meant that he was beaten by a group, but there should not be only one injury, the main reason is that the injury was too light.

"It's Maqi, and the outsider who was accepted recently." Malza's tone was mixed with resentment. He knew the boss's style, so he didn't add any embellishments, and directly explained what happened just now.

After listening to Malza's narration, the fat man immediately laughed and said, "Is there any mistake, you are as strong as a cow, but you are so scared that you can't move by a brat?"

The bald man's reaction was not as big as the fat man's. He had a pensive face, and his triangular eyes were shining brightly.

Malza knew he was in the wrong, and had no power to refute the fat man's ridicule, but raised his head slightly, expecting the boss to help him out.

At this time, the bald man stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and patted Malza's shoulder, and said, "I can't blame you, after all, you haven't touched that level yet."

level?

Malza was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Where are they?" The bald man grinned with a creepy smile.

Malza was overjoyed when he heard the words. The boss asked this, which meant that he wanted to help him, but before he could speak, he was robbed by the fat man.

"Boss, Malza is so useless, even if you are leaving tomorrow, there is no need to help him out, right?"

"Don't say that, it's good to be a brother." The bald man glanced at the fat man, and his smile became more and more menacing.

Indeed, according to the usual practice, this situation can only be considered to be that Malza himself is useless, and there is no need to stand up for him.

The reason why the bald man agreed, there are two reasons, one is that he judged that the kid named 'Luo' can also 'read', so he is very interested in meeting for a while, and the other is that he has been arranged to transport One of the men for the gang organization has to leave tomorrow.

The key lies in the second reason.

Anyway, I'm about to leave Meteor Street, and I won't come back in the future, so I can relax before I leave.

Originally, he had already drawn up a list of people who were to be killed before leaving, and the method of death had already been decided.

If these people are the main course, then the two little guys, Luo and Maqi, should be regarded as appetizers...

"Heh, heh heh..."

Thinking of the wonderful thing, the bald man suddenly let out a deep laugh, his triangular eyes burst into an intoxicated light, and subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick the corner of his lips.

Emotions reached the depths, and his aura subconsciously emanated out, vicious, crazy... There seemed to be a black silk thread wrapped around his body.

Malza and Fatty, who were closest to the bald man, felt a chill, and subconsciously took several steps back in shock.

The other people in the room were also taken aback. Those who played cards immediately threw them on the ground regardless of whether the cards in their hands were good or not, and they all retreated to the corner.

They looked at the boss who had been laughing deeply, and felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and they felt cold all over.

"Tell me the location."

After a while, the bald man stopped laughing and didn't look at Malza. Instead, he picked up the book he had just put down and flipped through it casually. While turning the pages, his almost crazy expression gradually calmed down.

This is a not-so-thick book, with only one title on the orange cover: A Thousand Ways to Die for Man!

that's what it feels like...

Feeling the breath emanating from the boss, Malza's body trembled slightly. At this moment, he realized that the boss and the kid he provoked just now are "the same kind of person".

The boss asked him where he was, but he could only guess based on the protective suit on March.

However, in the next answer, he couldn't use such uncertain words as "should" or "maybe". Somehow, he had a premonition that if such words were used.

So, he will...die?

Even if it's just a guess, or if you don't know the exact location, there is only one answer at this time.

At this moment, there was no one to teach Malza how to answer. He suppressed his fear, mustered up all the remaining courage, and replied in a trembling voice: "The landfill outside West Street."

Landfills are huge, and there are classifications and locations, but Marza can only answer landfills.

"Oh."

The bald man stopped turning the pages of the book suddenly.

"Well, that's the way to die."

He said to himself, then threw the book back casually, and walked towards the door expressionlessly.

Everyone present did not dare to take a breath, their eyes followed the bald man to the door.

"Go ahead, I'll go out to 'play'." The bald man opened the wooden door and strode away.

The bald man was named Cook, and he always thought he was a very noble person!

When Cook left, Malza's knees softened and he knelt down on the ground, his face and back already covered in cold sweat.

Seeing Malza's embarrassed appearance, the fat man couldn't laugh this time.

 …

West Street Outer Landfill.

As long as you walk out of Meteor Street and look around, you can see many trucks carrying all kinds of garbage driving around the landfill.

These truck drivers may have developed a route habit over the years, basically taking the same route every time they come, and the types of garbage carried by trucks from different places are also different.

This is the garbage dump of the world, where the rich and powerful countries, as well as the poor and weak, send their garbage here.

Over time, no matter which area the landfill is in, it will be divided into four locations by the residents of Meteor Street, namely Area A, Area B, Area C, and Area D.

This is just autonomous division, not garbage classification.

Area D is the area with the least resources and the area with the most various chemical wastes, while Area A is the area with the most resources, but there are also various dangerous chemical residues.

Because Area D has the least resources and is very dangerous, there are relatively few people there, and Ma Qi and the others usually go to Area D.

After arriving at the destination, the four of them separated.

"Leave what you think is useful."

Following what Madge said, Luo walked alone among piles of rubbish piles like mountains.

Although it is not affected by miasma, the stench is unbearable.

Luo's ability to control 'Qi' is still very weak, but it is still possible to cover 'Qi' on the nose to resist the stench.

He just arrived, and instead of looking for useful things immediately, he wandered around.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of electricity in his calm thoughts, which made him subconsciously look towards a pile of rubbish twenty meters away.

there is something in there...

This sentence popped up in my mind inexplicably.

Luo frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he still walked towards the pile of garbage.

As the distance got closer, that subtle feeling became stronger, like an arrow pointing his direction.

Following the feeling that became clearer and clearer, Luo endured the psychological discomfort and got into this pile of rubbish, turning over with a clear purpose.

About ten minutes later, his fingertips accidentally touched a hard object, and white smoke appeared in his consciousness again.

"This is?" Luo was slightly surprised.