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"The number of people is indeed a little less...but it is worth it if it can really work."

Zhao Yi flipped through the documents and handed them back to Feng Tan, saying: "The information of these people must be absolutely confidential. At critical moments, they may play an unexpected role."

Feng Tantan nodded seriously: "There is one more thing."

Zhao Yi turned around and stared at him with inquiring eyes.

"Half an hour ago, the district manager of the Torch Mining Company set up in the city of No. minsk sent someone to send a letter. Inviting you to his banquet at 8 o'clock tonight."

As he said that, Feng Tantan took out a beautifully crafted card from his briefcase and presented it with both hands.

Zhao Yi took it in his hand and looked at it, shook his head with a faint smile, tore it apart, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

"Going to a banquet? Is this considered intimidation? Or threat?"

He walked to the window, raised his face, felt the hot warmth of the sun shining on his body, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and smiled.

"Tell "Harve" Jack to contact other gangs in the east district of the city. Those who are willing to surrender and take the initiative to surrender can become one of the shareholders of the new city. Otherwise... hahahaha———"

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Novominsk no longer has the peaceful pattern of the past. In the eyes of some people, the balance between power and gangs has been broken. Just a few days ago, the streets were still used as distinction here, where the plots belonged to different powers. However, now, the boundaries between regions are no longer obvious——More and more people are beginning to cross the line. People are no longer limited to the fixed restrictions they once did, and come to the edge of the west district in their own different ways. They talk secretly and exchange opinions and opinions in private. The eyes looking to the west also become confused, enthusiastic, full of expectations, or with anxiety and fear. But no matter what voice the commentators make, there are several points that are affirmed and unanimously recognized by everyone.

"Do you know? Bread is distributed there every day. Everyone has it, a whole kilogram———"

"In addition to bread, there are also canned foods. They are real canned beef. I saw it with a high-power telescope when I stood on the watchtower. It was very clear that it should be a special supply of the federal government forces."

"The guys in the West District are having a good life now. They celebrate the festival almost every day. They have new clothes, food, and even cream and candy. Mom/she/pun/pun/I really don't know what the garrison officer is thinking about. With so many good things, he even has to pay for the elderly and children as needed. It's a torture to watch those guys eat and drink in the telescope. I really can't stand it. I have to find a way to go. If I can't leave... I have to kill someone to eat to satisfy my cravings."

Two straight and cross-section streets divide Neominsk into four huge areas. This method of using territory as the boundary of forces may date back hundreds of years. The width of these two streets exceeds fifty meters, and they have actually become disguised isolation zones. But what happens in adjacent areas can always spread quickly at the first time.

Every day, people cross the line.

At first, this was just a sporadic individual event. The civilians sneaked over from other areas were limited to a few men who would rather do anything for food. According to Zhao Yi's order, they all got bread without exception. Zhao Yi did not force them to stay, but let these people choose freely - they could stay or go back.

Among them, there must be undercover agents who have been appointed, and there are ordinary people who come to see them just out of curiosity. But whether they stay or leave, the changes in the West District spread throughout Neominsk overnight. Industrial civilians all know that there are garrison officers appointed by the federal government, and that they can get food, clothes and clean water here. Some people are skeptical about these news that have spread from various channels, some tend to believe, and some are half-believing... But they all want to see and verify it with their own eyes, so as to get a truly reliable answer.

There is no open border in the West District. Iron Guard soldiers with guns and ammunition can be seen everywhere at the intersections of the streets. Triangular wooden spools hanging with dense barbed wire are in the middle of the road. Behind the scattered ruins and earthen walls, you can even see the phantom of armored vehicles. However, these things that have always been associated with death and blood cannot stop people from getting rid of the strong obsession of hunger. More and more people are beginning to cross the line. There are women, old people and children. Most of them are sneaking over from their respective areas under the cover of night. It feels like... like refugees who have dragged their families and their families across the blockade line in a certain historical period in the old era.

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"Enough, I'm having enough. I want them to die, everyone will die———"

"Iron Nail" Vic stared at his red eyes, held a sharpened short-handed axe in his hand, and chopped straight ahead like crazy.

He was not like Don Gilkide, who used inanimate substances such as windmills as an opponent———Three men locked by iron chains were tied to the walls of the room. Chains with "u"-shaped nail heads passed through the middle of their wrists and ankles, tightly tied to the center of metal rings more than half a meter high from the ground. They were hung in the air, their lips were sewn with needles and threads. The frightened eyes and their desperately struggling and shaking bodies all showed that they wanted to open their mouths or beg, but they could only make meaningless "hmm" sounds from the depths of their nostrils.

"puff----"

The axe with huge inertial force slashed down from the air and slashed hard on one of the men's left shoulder. The fragile muscles could not resist this violent impact at all. Amid the loud "click", the whole arm was cut off, bright red liquid gushed out of the fracture, and white joints were faintly visible in the blood fountain. The man's eyes suddenly rounded and bulged out of the socket. The unbearable severe pain made him unable to control his emotions anymore. The black line that tightly sewed his lips was also broken by this primitive force, and the torn lips completely scattered, and a heart-wrenching scream broke out from the depths of the mouthpiece that was dripping blood but finally gained freedom.

The blood splashed Vic**'s upper body, and the warm and sticky touch made him feel more and more aroused the madness of restlessness deep in his heart. He threw away the axe in his hand with a clang, shook his body like a drunk drunk, and walked slowly to another man. He grabbed his hair and pulled the hole of the other person toward him. After glaring fiercely for a few seconds, he inserted his right hand into his pants pocket, took out a lighter, and lit the man's hair with a grin... Suddenly, the room was immediately filled with the pungent smell of flesh burning.

The man almost twisted his body desperately with all his strength. This meaningless movement could not slow down the pain he was suffering from. His cheeks were round, as if a balloon was blown, and there was a muffled groan between his lips. The violent struggle lasted for nearly ten minutes before he exhausted his strength and hung his head dyingly. The originally densely haired skull top was already black, and the pink fresh meat ball was bulging out from under the cracked skin. The burnt in the air gradually turned into the unique aroma of barbecue.

Wang Daikun sat on the sofa near the window with a thick cigar in his mouth. While sucking the cigar hard, he raised his hand and swaggered the air beside him. He hated the unpleasant smell of blood. If the concentration of the smell that spread in the room continued to deepen, he even considered whether to take out the cologne perfume in his pocket and spray it around the sofa.

"Enough! Even if you kill them all, it's useless-----"

The district manager of the Torch company whispered in displeasure. He stood up impatiently, walked to the window, stared with angry eyes, and looked hard towards the west, but could not cause any harm to the Iron Guard soldiers on the waiting street border.

Less than a week later, the "Iron Nail" Vic's men had already fled for more than 400 people. If the women and children who escaped with them were added, the number would have to be doubled at least.

The social structure of industrial civilians is completely different from that of civilized world. There are no laws and no ruling people here, only gangs formed under the influence of interests and power. Of course, there are also their own rules and regulations among factions. But these things only have internal effects. Just like now, although Vick is the leader of the eastern district of the city and the number of gang members under his command exceeds 100,000, he cannot point fingers at what happened in the western district. In other words, even if Zhao Yi distributes a luxury passenger ship to each industrial civilian, it is his own business and has nothing to do with others.

Having said that, everyone has eyes, it is impossible for Vic to be strong enough to control everyone's specific thinking. A strong material comparison can easily lead to a series of psychological changes such as jealousy, envy, desire, etc. Compared with the gang with a total of more than 100,000 people, less than a thousand fugitives are disproportionate. But they have had an extremely bad impact among the still-behind people. According to Vic's close friends, if they are left alone, a large-scale collective defection may occur. By that time, it will be too late.

He must kill the chicken and scare the monkey - use the cruelest way to deal with the three captured escapees. Let those living and still ready to move see the fate of the defectors.

"If killing them is useless, then what better way do you do?"

Vic pulled out a sharp dagger from his boots, stabbed it hard into the man's right skull, flexibly turned around the forehead, and tore off the entire scalp. The man's crazy and miserable screams had no effect on him at all, and even stimulated his brain to be completely boiling and abuse**. He continued his work very devotedly, and just asked a cold question to the manager of the mining company standing behind him.

"Violence doesn't solve all problems. You have to learn to use your brain———"

Wang Daikun looked at Vick's back with dissatisfaction, and the fat muscles on his face turned red due to anger.

To be fair, he didn't like to deal with this savage and rude guy at all. Vick was nominally the leader of a gangster, but in fact he was an industrial civilian who lived a better life than others. If it weren't for someone who needed him and needed him to help him control the East District and even the entire city, Wang Daikun would have kicked him out and fed the dog.

"To be honest, I can't see how clever your approach is."

Vic pressed the man's head against the wall, slowly inserted the tip of the dagger into his left eye socket, slowly cut off the muscles and ligaments connecting the eyeballs, and focused and carefully picked out the complete eyeballs. The injured person shouted desperately and helplessly, completely suppressing the complaints that were pouting from his mouth.

"The method is thought of by smart people. Using living people as toys like you will not help changing our current dilemma—————"

Wang Daikun took a sip of the cigar and said sinisterly: "I originally thought that guy named Zhao Yi would attend the banquet according to Tie, but he didn't expect that he would ignore it at all... This usually means two situations--he is either extremely strong or boundless arrogant."

"Then what type do you think he belongs to?"

Vic inserted the tip of the knife into the man's right eye, continued the same movement as before, and asked in a constant tone.

"I don't know. This requires temptation——"

Wang Daikun shrugged his shoulders and looked at the ash condensed in front of the cigar with appreciation: "The power of the garrison officer is not as great as you think. Of course, according to the relevant interpretation of federal law, the garrison officer does have the power to recruit troops, formulate administrative plans, and collect taxes in the jurisdiction. But don't forget that the prerequisite for carrying out these actions is to have strong force as the basis. If there is no weapons, no army, and no one who obeys him, then he is nothing."

"Yeah?"

Vic turned around and squeezed a ball of eye between his fingers. He glanced at the area manager lightly and said sarcastically: "But judging from the information we have collected over the past few days, this new garrison officer is not as weak as you said. At least, he has swept the entire West End, and even the old bastard Jack, the "Harm" Jack, has worked hard for him. You know, that old guy doesn't even buy your account, and has never given you any face."

"No, no, no! This is not the key to the problem----"

Wang Daikun shook his head repeatedly, speeding up his speech, saying, "You don't understand that under normal circumstances, the federal government or military headquarters will not provide too much support to the garrison officials. They must rely on their own strength to solve a series of problems faced by their planet. You must know that in the infinite universe, there are countless ore planets. The federal government cannot send troops on the planet at every moment. They can only give these people the nominal title in the form of garrison officials, so that they can exercise power on behalf of the government. What's more, ag64 is already very barren. There is almost no ore here. Without resources, the government will naturally not send enough assistance to the garrison officials here. You must know that input and output must be proportional."

Vick was silent. He kept digesting what the regional manager had just said in his mind——He knew very well that the relationship between him and Wang Daikun was just cooperation. The greatest help to him was to purchase mutated poppy crystal particles grown on farms outside the city every year at a reasonable price. In addition, he could also buy food, weapons and medicine from him at a slightly cheaper price. Of course, behind other gangs in the South and North Districts, there were also several other mining companies that supported them. However, their scale was smaller than the "torch" and they did not charge that many crystal particles.

Vick knew very well that Wang Daikun wanted to get the West District, and he also had the same wish. Unlike the excitement he had after taking poison/products a few days ago, he was very awake now. But... there were not many times like this.

"So, how should we explain what has happened in the West Side?"

Vic walked to the sofa and sat down, grabbed a clean rag next to him, wiped the blood on his hands and body, and said seriously: "Sunn and Old Jack's subordinates combined for more than 100,000. According to the people I installed in the past to find out the news, food rations were already implemented there, and the per capita received more than 800 grams per day. I believe you also saw those soldiers. Although their uniforms were old, they were very clean and uniform. They even wore military badges, and their weapons were not messy models bought from the arms market. This was not in line with what you just said. At least...they showed much stronger power than we did."

Wang Daikun frowned and stared at the street west of the window. The faint smile on his face had disappeared and turned into a thoughtful expression. Indeed, what Vick said was very pertinent. Perhaps... things were not as simple as he imagined. After all, feeding 100,000 people is not a simple problem.

"There may be some support behind him, but it will definitely not be the federal government----"

The district manager suddenly shook his head to himself: "It's still the same sentence just now - ag64 has no resources and no economic value. The only output here is crystal particles. Is this...what is the purpose of the new garrison officer?"

Vick didn't speak. He felt a little weak and his brain was a little numb. This meant that his drug addiction would soon start. At this time, he was not willing to think about anything except the white powder.

"Maybe, I should lower my posture and take the initiative to talk to him?"

Wang Daikun threw away the cigar butt in his hand and raised his feet to crush it out. The expression on his face was a little hesitant: "I just don't know... what is the trump card he is holding?"

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