Becoming a voidwalker begins with Hokage

Chapter 67 067, Vulture

The gloomy dark clouds obscured the cold moonlight. In late autumn, the cold wind on the pier by the sea is often accompanied by cold currents that can penetrate all kinds of clothing protection, causing real harm to people.

In the middle of the night, when the whole city fell into a deep sleep, the Qinghang Wharf was still bustling. As it is one of the largest ports in Qingshi, the cargo ships coming and going here never stopped, and the port was always full of colorful huge metal Boxes, and non-stop work... transport workers.

A truck slowly drove out from the exit. In this aisle where vehicles were still passing by in the middle of the night, a thin and cold man walked into the depths as if ignored by everyone.

The vague sight around him made the subordinates behind him a little nervous—they, who had been slaughtered for a long time, could naturally see that these seemingly ordinary workers had... that kind of well-trained fierce breath.

"Old... boss."

The deeper you go, the greater the pressure.

Finally, one of them couldn't help but asked, "This is..."

"A place that could save our lives."

The leader who was walking in front looked back at the few people and snorted softly.

"Chris, Bourbon... You have been with me for three years, right?"

"Over the years... since you joined my employment group, you have worked hard all the way to get here."

A black container truck approached slowly, the leader slowed down, and finally stopped at the same spot, full of pressure and indifferent eyes, and swept a few people: "How much money have I made with you, and how much money have I given you?" Something, I think you all know it too."

The few people behind were a little silent. They lowered their heads, and some dared not look into the leader's eyes.

But in the end, the thin man just lowered his eyes again and looked away.

"I don't really blame you either."

"After all, that guy Scar has been with me for seven or eight years... he knows how much I can get better than you guys."

"A full fifty percent, is that what he told you?"

The leader stretched out his hand, looked at his palm, and said in a low voice with some helplessness: "And the remaining brothers of you can only share the remaining [-]%..."

"What's more, that guy with Scar... is also closer to you than me—"

"All these years, you've spent time and wine together, looking for fun everywhere... Unlike me, who only reprimands and stares at you every day..."

"Hmph...then have you ever thought...where did all the money I earned go?"

The container truck has slowly stopped in front of everyone, and the other people glanced at each other, seeing shock from the constricted pupils of each other. Only the leader, with a sneer, raised his head and watched the container truck in front of him slowly open— —

"Life is short, enjoy it in time..."

"It's all bullshit."

"Remember, kids—everyone in our business, including everyone in this world."

"Survival is the most basic... last word."

The leader glanced coldly at the few people behind, stretched out his hand to grab the armrest in the box, and kicked it up.

Several people looked at each other, one of them sighed silently, gritted his teeth, took the handrail and climbed up first, and the others followed closely behind—then they were stunned for a moment.

In this unremarkable container, two luxurious leather sofas are placed neatly inside, and the large and smooth silver screen is filled with surveillance images of the entire port, not only that, but the table in the middle is like something out of a sci-fi movie. The full virtual screen is average, projecting a small city module with a few red dots on it.

A person is standing in front of that module, looking at the flashing text and data, studying something seriously.

Several people opened their eyes wide and looked at the leader in disbelief, only to see that he had already sat on a corner of the sofa, holding a glass of champagne that had already been poured.

"Long time no see, Dark Star." He shook his glass and sighed deeply, "I'm in big trouble."

"I can tell."

Hearing this, the figure named Dark Star chuckled, and tapped the screen, only to see that the picture on the screen quickly changed into several areas: "The blockade of Qing City has alarmed even the army... I heard that there is a ruthless People who dare to provoke the current Dongxia, who did they think it was."

"Brother Lin, you invested in me to help you research strength and technology, not to wipe your ass."

"It's not me." The vulture was silent for a while, and said lightly: "I just wanted to get something and leave. Qingshi has more important things worth snatching, so I don't think they will take such a risk."

"The results of it?"

"The result...huh." Vulture opened his eyes, and a flash of coldness flashed across: "I underestimated that guy's stupidity."

"..."

Shadow raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked over. He glanced at the bewildered people standing at the door, shrugged his shoulders and sat down: "I heard that someone in the United States has successfully developed an inheritance potion. The Extraordinary characteristics of other walkers were extracted and transferred to ordinary people."

"Now, I'm afraid there will be more separation between the upper class among ordinary people and the walkers..."

"I don't think they are stupid, but they think you are a threat."

"An ambitious guy like you should be more careful, and a better partner can use this technology to turn him into a walker..."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Dark Star poured himself a glass of champagne, took a sip and said with a smile:
"Scar isn't there? Looks like they chose him, right?"

"Understandable, that guy gave me the impression that he has always been obedient."

"Obedient people are obviously better suited to work with them than you."

"...suitable? Hmph—"

With a sneer, the vulture was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly lowered his eyes: "Forget it, the matter has already happened, let's not talk about it."

"Is everything ready for you?"

"Basically, it's just that you're so sure they'll come?"

Hearing this, Dark Star pondered for a moment, then said helplessly: "We will lose a lot of power."

"Loss...you know I never mind that."

The vulture said indifferently: "The group of people without desire are more aware of the consequences of angering me than anyone else. They can't let me live."

After finishing speaking, as if to verify his words, there was a bang.

There were violent shocks and explosions in the distance outside the entire carriage.

"look."

Hearing this voice, the vulture smiled instead: "I have exhausted all my efforts and hoped that I would not become a walker and gain this power after several years."

"However, after they... have obtained this power, no one has improved in the slightest except for arrogance and arrogance."

"It's like barbarians who are unwilling to move their poor brains. Even if they become walkers and have evolved, what future does such a human have?"

"It's ridiculous."

The vulture's voice became more and more passionate, but Dark Star slowly stopped drinking. He looked at the vulture in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "I see, I was still wondering why you would come to meddle in this mess. water."

"Is it really because of that news? That extraordinary characteristic called undead..."

"You're already planning to use the inheritance technique on yourself, right? You're looking for seeds now? Then you're really at a loss. What's this, leave early?"

"..." Hearing this, Vulture, who was still sneering and speaking, was startled suddenly, and his mood suddenly cooled down... He was silent, and finally sighed, and his tone returned to calm: "...forget it, let's do it like this, let Your people... kill the intruders at all costs, especially those walkers."

The container truck slowly drove towards the port amidst explosions and gunshots. Vulture raised his head, looked at the surveillance images, and said in a cold tone, "After all, you have to pay a price for betraying me."

(End of this chapter)