life copy game

Chapter 360 Brothers
Mining Group Headquarters Building.

In the dark underground warehouse, a long and narrow heavy truck slowly drove out.

"Pull the mining machine to the wilderness again today? I heard that it is very dangerous outside the city."

The security guard at the gate took the cargo transportation list from the driver, glanced at it, and passed the verification of the intelligent system.

He glanced at the co-pilot of the truck, and there seemed to be a shadow sleeping there.

"Is there any way?" The driver was a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face and a strong figure. He handed a cigarette to the security guard with his calloused hands.
"My daughter is going to middle school, and my wife wants to change to a big house. Money is money, everything is money. Although it is dangerous to do this business, it is good to earn a little more."

"Oh, it's not easy. My child is going to primary school too."

The security guard took the cigarette, lit it with an electronic lighter, put it in his mouth, waved his hand, and opened the door, "Bon voyage."

"Thanks."

The driver waved his hand, closed the window, and started the car.

The long and narrow heavy truck drove out of the underground warehouse and headed towards the road at the end of the night.

The decorations in the car shook slowly, and next to the steering wheel, the photo frame containing the photos of the family of three vibrated slightly.

An ordinary couple is leaning together, and standing in front of them is a cute girl with a teddy bear and twin ponytails, smiling happily at the camera.

"Is this your child?"

A soft voice came from the co-pilot asking, "How old is she now?"

"Yes," the driver lowered the window and lit a cigarette, "If he is still alive, he will be 12 years old in two days."

"Alive?"

The person sitting on the co-pilot was taken aback.

"Three years ago, several workers and I organized mine strikes in series to resist the increase of working hours by the mining consortium,"

The driver put a cigarette in his mouth, and the thick smoke blurred his face, "The consortium ordered the ice wolf gang to arrest my wife and daughter. When I rushed back, all I saw were their cold corpses."

"Feel sorry."

The person on the co-pilot said softly.

"What's there to be sorry about,"

The driver pinched the cigarette from his mouth and put it out of the car window, "This broken mutual aid society like ours is all similar lonely ghosts. They should have gone to hell a long time ago, but they are only hung on by hatred. They can't live in this world." Ken fuck off."

The van flashed by on the road, and the light of the flickering street lamp shone on the cheek of the co-pilot.

It was a young man with sharp eyes and sharp eyes who looked only in his 20s.

"The last part of the parts has been stolen, and the assembly will take about three to ten minutes. Are you all ready?"

The youth changed the subject.

"We have built a batch of small mechas, and there will be more than a dozen brothers covering you at that time. The boss of the Ice Wolf Gang must have more than one C-level mecha in his hands. Be careful,"

The driver paused, "Actually, you should get used to it when you first come back, but the consortium has made big moves in the past two days, and we have run out of time. That's why the old foreman called you back in advance."

"He's already told me."

The young man nodded slightly.

"I will go with you today, and I will lead the team for those brothers."

The driver said slowly.

The young man looked up and glanced at the driver, "This time is very dangerous."

"Anyway, I've had enough." The driver sucked out the cigarette in one gulp, and threw the butt out of the car window. "Before I die, it's worth sending a few Icewolves to hell."

As he spoke, he looked at the young man, "It's you, you are still so young."

"I died two years ago,"

The young man took out a shabby textbook from his arms, the cover of the textbook was covered with blood, he took a look at the textbook, "It's just that hell won't accept me, let me bring some more bastards down there to enrich the content of hell." population."

"Hahaha."

The driver laughed.

Those sitting here are all desperate lonely ghosts.

The driver turned off the automatic driving, cut off the network on the vehicle, and switched to full manual operation. He glanced at the teaching materials in the young man's hand, "Do you have children too?"

"No, I have a younger brother." The young man looked down at the book in his hand. The cover of the book was still stained with mottled blood that had dried up for an unknown amount of time. "He has good grades and went to high school. She's also very well-behaved, unlike me who just graduated from middle school and joined gangs and didn't do a proper job."

"How is he now?"

The driver glanced at the very old textbook.

"There was an accident later, I haven't been home for two years," the young man looked out the window, "When I went home two days ago, there was no one in the house, and the consortium seemed to be looking for him."

The driver understood the implication of this sentence. Everyone in the mutual aid association was more or less involved with the mining consortium. With the consortium's means and behavior style, there was no one in the family, and it was possible that there was really no one alive. there is none left.

He can understand the feeling of youth.

After joining a mutual aid association, they usually break up with their original family and friends and hide their names.

To do this is not to ask for ruthlessness, but because they have already had enough hatred with the financial group, and any behavior may bring disaster to the family.

Although most of the members of the mutual aid society actually have no family members.

Less than the last step, few people will take this road.

Young people seem to be special in that when he joins the fraternity, his family is still alive.

But he left Rock City a long time ago, and during the long period of time when he was away from home, he may have always pinned his thoughts on his family.

Until he returned to Rock City and saw the empty home, all his thoughts turned to despair.

The driver can understand this feeling of hopelessness. Before he saw the dead body of his family at the last second, he was also full of infinite hope.

"Your brother may still be alive."

The driver glanced at the young man and comforted him in a slow voice.

But he also knew that his words were only reassurance.

Very few people survived the consortium's wanted list, and most of them had already become nameless corpses in the crematorium when they were still wanted.

What's more, this wanted object is an unarmed child.

"Maybe," the young man stared out the window, a bright wanted advertisement flashed by, the young man in the photo smiled softly and shyly,
"He is the youngest child in the family. He has been very obedient and sensible since he was a child. He could have gone to college, found a good job, and had a happy family..."

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"So the reason for everything is that your father was accidentally involved in a protest against salary cuts, and he actually didn't even have the idea of ​​participating in this protest, and was going to agree to the consortium's request for a salary cut?"

Jon stared blankly at He Ao, he felt a pang of anger in his chest.

He thought he was miserable enough, until he learned about 'buddy''s experience.

"In this small protest, the consortium directly killed your father and a few of his co-workers? Because of this incident, one of your older brothers died, one of your older brothers disappeared, one of your older brothers went to jail, and your two older sisters died. , Mother died too?"

Jon felt his body tremble when he said these words.

He felt that the missing brother of his friend probably died a long time ago, and those who went to prison may also be 'suicide', but his friend was miserable enough, and he didn't want to tell the more cruel truth.

If it was him who endured all this, he might have gone crazy long ago.

Thinking of this, he stared at He Ao's calm face, with blood stained on those immature cheeks.

Perhaps, my friend is not 'not crazy'.

"Ah."

He Ao just nodded his head slightly for all the questions about Jon.

As calm as when he shared these things with Jon.

One more thing he didn't tell Jon was that 'Nel' had actually got an old sword with god taint.

If it hadn't been He Ao who had come to endure those crazy pollutions, then 'Nel' would have become a monster manipulated by evil gods.

"The bastards of the consortium."

Jon spat.

At the moment, the two are in the computer room of the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang downstairs, and the bracelet on He Ao's hand is connected to the data link of the computer room.

This is not the first time He Ao has done this kind of thing. Last time he controlled all the equipment in the wilderness wanderer factory like this.

Because the family has been dominant for a long time and has rarely been attacked, the security measures at the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang are not even as good as the Wilderness Wanderer Factory.

He Ao easily led Jon into the computer room.

During the time of speaking, Eve has also completely controlled all the smart devices.

Numerous surveillance images flashed by, and He Ao quickly found the place where Grandma Yoen was being held.

It was a simple dungeon, not far from the underground computer room.

With Eve's help, He Ao successfully found a shortcut to the door of the underground cell.

Howe told Eve to turn off the lights in the dungeon.

"Who?"

The gang members guarding the dungeon were shocked. There were a dozen of them in total, some standing in the corridor and some standing at the door.

The leading gang member raised his hand and was about to send a message to the top.

At this moment, a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

He raised his head, but only with the dim light of his bracelet, he saw an unfamiliar face.

He subconsciously raised his gun and shot, but the person who patted him on the shoulder was obviously faster.

There was a flash of light and shadow, and the man had broken his neck.

At the last moment of his life, he only saw the person who patted his shoulder pull out two daggers emitting red light from his waist.

The red streamer streaked across the pitch-black space, like a hunting ground in the night, taking away lives one by one.

Jon staggered behind He Ao. He had just walked a few steps when he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was a corpse that still exuded warmth, and his palm was covered with sticky blood.

At this time, the bright lights came on again, and Howl stood in the blood-stained corridor, surrounded by dead bodies.

Jon looked up at He Ao, who had a calm and even cold face, and suddenly felt that his good friend might be the craziest monster in the city.

But so what.

He stood up staggeringly, this world needs such a crazy monster that can break all shackles.

If possible, he would also like to be such a monster.

He Ao put away his dagger, he was a little surprised by the quality of these gangsters, they didn't run away, they didn't panic, they basically launched a fatal attack on him the first time they saw him.

The elite of these gang members are already some loose rudiments of mercenaries.

Of course, their quick response to the attack also left no one alive in this corridor.

Howe would only kill those who did something to him.

He raised his head and surveyed the surrounding scene.

The dungeon consists of a metal corridor flanked by silver metal 'cells'.

There is a transparent glass window on the door of the cell, and the scene inside can be easily seen from the outside, but it seems that the outside scene cannot be seen from the inside.

A small half of these cells were locked up. Most of the detainees were weak women or children, and there were also some strong-looking people who seemed to be miners.

At this moment these people are lying on the window over the door, trying to see what is going on in the corridor.

Howo went to the back of the corridor and opened the door of the penultimate cell.

Sitting in the cell was an old man with white hair and an old face.

Her eyesight seemed to be failing, and she was groping to stand up.

Seeing He Ao, she asked softly, "Nel? You're here? Why did the power go out and come on again suddenly? It dazzled me. What's going on here? Why are they trying to arrest us?"

The old man knew 'Nel', and Nell used to be a guest at Jon's house.

Then it will be taken out and compared with Jon.

He Ao took off a black blindfold from his waist, "Grandma, we can go out now, the light outside is very bright, we need to cover our eyes."

At this moment, Jon also groped his way to the door.

The dungeon and other buildings seem to be relatively independent, and there are few people who come. It will take a while for gang members from other places to come over.

"Jon, can we go home?"

The old man looked at Jon and asked with some doubts.

"Grandma, wait a minute."

Jon said softly.

At this time, He Ao also put a blindfold on the old man.

With the old man on his back, Jon limped out of the cell.

"Why does it smell like blood?"

The old man shrugged his nose.

"There's a slaughterhouse nearby," Jon said casually, "kill some evil dogs there, grandma, let's go out first."

"There are no dogs that do evil."

Grandma was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask any more questions.

He Ao led Jon and the old man out along the underground passage.

He opened the other doors of the dungeon by the way, but he ignored them, and those strong men who looked like miners followed behind him protecting the women and children.

During this period, some people discovered them, and then they all fell asleep forever.

The old man had already fallen asleep on the way, and was still snoring slightly.

He Ao acted lightly, trying not to wake up the old man, and being careful not to attract more members of the Ice Wolf Gang.

Because of Eve's help, He Ao took shortcuts with fewer people, and Eve also controlled the monitoring, covering the "eyes" of the Ice Wolf Gang with the previous records of the same period of time.

Several miners naturally helped He Ao manage the rest of the people, and those who were rescued kept quiet all the time without making any unnecessary noises.

However, these people were not very cooperative from the beginning. In fact, some people wanted to make noise at the beginning, felt dissatisfied, and didn't want to follow He Ao down the dark and cramped alleys.

But after she expressed her tendency to be noisy, He Ao politely said that she would 'invite' her and the people around her back to the dungeon.

If they couldn't keep quiet and be careful, Howl felt they would be safer staying in the dungeon than coming out.

After all, when chaos broke out, He Ao had no time to worry about them, and the dungeon was indeed safer than the outside.

So everyone became quiet, especially after seeing He Ao's quick, precise and ruthless 'justifiable defense' actions against the members of the Ice Wolf Gang, they became more obedient and sensible.

When several people walked out of the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang unimpeded, the Ice Wolf Gang didn't even realize that the dungeon had been opened.

He Ao called a car for Eon, and let him and grandma get in the car. He leaned against the window and asked softly, "Has the money arrived?"

Jon glanced at the bracelet, "They said that according to our requirements, the transfer has been made through the encrypted currency account."

"Okay," He Ao nodded slightly, and then he said slowly, "When you arrive at the north gate, go out of the city directly, don't hesitate, they will judge you from the beginning because you dare not go out of the city, and will only look for you in the city, We have to seize this time difference, and someone will pick you up when you go out."

Jon was taken aback. Hearing these words, he suddenly felt that his good friend had already considered this moment when he saw him.

After all, there is no signal in the wilderness, and it is impossible to arrange a response, unless it is arranged before everything starts.

He looked at He Ao, and found that He Ao had no intention of getting into the car, "Aren't you leaving? It will be very dangerous here soon."

"I have some," He Ao straightened up, looking at the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang behind him, "I have to do my own business."

　A bit of Calvin, later, maybe today.

　
(End of this chapter)