The first feeling when Zhang Qifan got off the civilian boat and stepped onto the ground was desolate. The huge airport area had 100 berths of all sizes. Now there was only one spacecraft berth, and the passenger flow was less than 300 people.

Various kinds of garbage on the ground were released from time to time in the air in the airtight gate and were swept into the sky. At a glance, hundreds of people were scattered in various locations, as silent as a ghost domain.

Zhang Qifan missed such a scene a little. In the world where he grew up in his predecessor, silence and emptiness were eternal themes, and there were fewer things that could move in his vision than here.

Carrying his luggage bag, Zhang Qifan confirmed the direction and walked straight towards one of the ports. As he walked, Zhang Qifan felt a gaze falling on him more than once, with a full of malice intent.

Like any declining area, the crime rate of the Fortress is high, and it is full of a large number of unemployed people. Although there is the lowest social security to ensure the survival basis of these people, higher-level pursuits must be exchanged for labor. However, the Declining Fortress cannot provide jobs for most people.

Those who are capable of leaving have moved out early, and most of the people who stay are those with low abilities, low education, and lazy nature. They are like breeding grounds, breeding the ugliest evils of human nature.

Poaching and abducting are all light, such as drug use, rape, murder, arson, etc.

Compared with most local residents who receive social security supplies, criminals here prefer foreign personnel.

After all, it has a profound historical heritage and witnesses all the history of mankind during the development of galaxies. Fortress Fortress is a very famous cultural tourist attraction. Hundreds of thousands of tourists come here every year, and these tourists are the main targets of local criminals.

Zhang Qifan, who looks thin, is the most popular target of crime.

Bathir leaned on the railing on the second floor of the airport and looked at the dock entering and leaving below. Almost the first moment when Zhang Qifan stepped out of the cabin, Bathir's eyes were locked on him.

He has a thin body, a tender face, neat and high-end clothes, and a cross-border luggage bag. He looks like a Yingjie graduate who has just graduated from a high-end school and is on a graduation trip. As a historical destination with a humanistic atmosphere, the Fortress has to welcome hundreds of similar tourists in a year, but most of them are traveling together. It is rare for Zhang Qifan to be alone.

Being single means that the risk of taking action is smaller, which is the best goal. Bathir immediately followed, and his steps seemed a little urgent.

If you don’t have to hurry, he is not the only one who looks for targets in the airport area. If you start slowly, you will easily be taken first by others.

Sure enough, after Bathir followed Zhang Qifan, all kinds of gangs wandering in the airport consciously turned to other places when they saw him, but their faces showed some regrets. The fortress was getting worse and worse, and fewer people came. It is difficult to meet a good goal now.

But rules are rules. If you break the rules, it is easy for everyone to lose food and will naturally become public enemies of everyone. Therefore, no matter who you are, you will consciously maintain such rules without clear words.

Bathil is a lone man, not because he can't find accomplices, but because he doesn't need it. Bathil is a strong man who is two meters tall and two-two and weighs one hundred and thirty kilograms. After practicing boxing for a while, ordinary three or five adults are not his opponents. There are too few goals in this year, and Mathil does not need anyone else to share his gains.

In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, Bathir will set a quick start and prevent the target from leaving the airport. Bathir is very clear about the arrangement here and knows the most suitable starting positions. The monitoring equipment there is damaged and there is few people.

After following a distance, Bathir found that the target seemed to know his intentions, and chose some routes with fewer people to go. The more you go, the more you go, the less surveillance equipment you go, the less surveillance equipment you go.

So smooth? Bathir was a little unbelievable. When doing this kind of business, there were many situations. Either the target was just picking places with a lot of people, or they were very alert. When he saw Bathir, he looked so alert that he wanted to scream. Sometimes, he finally found an opportunity to start, and the electronic patrol came over again.

Bathil is very careful in his work. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison, so he must not let the surveillance or electronic patrolman take conclusive evidence, otherwise even if he runs out of the solar system, he will not be able to escape the pursuit of the star domain network.

Therefore, sometimes he would rather give up his goal than be easily photographed, which is the main reason why he has always been away from justice. No matter how careful Bathil is, he will only feel that God is blessing him when Zhang Qifan's behavior of going to remote places.

Finally, the two of them walked into a passage one by one. This passage led to an area on the ground, but because of too little passenger flow, it had been closed long ago, and all temporary control equipment was disrepaired for a long time and completely lost its effectiveness.

There was originally a sign hanging at the entrance of the passage that showed that the road was blocked, but Zhang Qifan seemed to be invisible and walked directly into the passage.

Bathil quickly followed in, reached into his arms with his right hand, and when he took it out, he had an iron ring on his hand.

Generally speaking, Bathir does not use sharp weapons such as swords and axes, because empty hand and holding weapons have completely different natures. If you are caught by the police, the most serious sentence will be sentenced to two years, but if you possess a murder weapon, the minimum sentence is two years. If you hurt someone, it is possible to sentence to thirty or fifty years.

The iron ring is not in the category of weapons, but with Bathir's body size, its power is not weaker than ordinary swords and axes. With one punch, it can easily break bones.

However, just as Bathir chased into the passage with a fierce momentum, he found that the target had turned around, put the backpack on his body on the ground, his hands drooped, and looked at him calmly, as if he was waiting for him. Bathir's heart became uneasy and his steps hesitantly slowed down.

Those who engage in his "profession" are definitely not a minority of people offend them. Not to mention grabbing territory, collecting protection fees, and fighting in groups, there are countless victims alone.

Last time, a small gang was ignorant of life and death. He kidnapped a rich girl who sneaked out to play. He first robbed all the money, and then sold the people to the underground. When he was rescued, he was already crazy.

The father of a rich girl spent money to hire a team of people, grabbed all the thirty people from this small gang, cut off his head and put it in the survival box, and pulled it to the remote void to exile.

A head requires very little nutrition, and a life-saving equipment is enough to supply hundreds of years of nutrition. During this period, the head is alive and the human will is also clear, but it cannot speak. Except for the eyes that can move, it cannot move anywhere.

So the head looked at the eternal dark void with a clear mind, dead silent and boring until it went crazy, and died hundreds of years later due to exhaustion of life.

This is the most chilling and terrifying punishment. The only hope for those who are in it is to die as soon as possible, but they can't even do this, because even after removing the lower palate, biting their tongue is a delusion.
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