I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

"Starting today, we will not be providing food and water until the competitive events start. I wish everyone good luck."

After saying these words, the guard left, leaving behind a group of people waiting for their meal.

"What? There's only one week left until the competitive event! No food for this week?"

"Even no water? We will die of thirst before the competitive event!"

"Damn it, I won't participate anymore! Let me out!"

The door opened, and several armed personnel with live ammunition rushed in, the black muzzles of their guns aimed at a number of indicators.

The guard glanced at all the indicators with his gloomy eyes, and said in a cold voice: "You can't come here when you want, and leave when you want. If you want to get gold, just follow the rules, otherwise..."

He took out a pistol and fired two shots at the chandeliers above the indicators.

The sharp sound of gunshots and the sound of breaking chandeliers made everyone squat down and hold their heads.

Xu Sheng and Sato also squatted down with everyone.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good and what's good!"

The guards left with the gunmen, and the thick and sturdy door closed.

Without the chandelier, the cell seemed a little dark.

Without the food supply, everyone returned to their own cages. Xu Sheng and Sato stayed. They stood in front of the door and touched the material of the door.

Xu Sheng secretly said that the strength of this door is acceptable, but if he really wants to escape, destroying this door is not impossible, but there is no point in going out now. He can't find the informant Bruqi, and the gunmen outside are too There are many, and there is no lack of possibility of having heavy weapons. No matter how strong he is, he still belongs to the category of human beings and cannot force his way in.

Sato seemed to understand Xu Sheng's thoughts and said naturally: "If you want to do something, I suggest you wait until the competitive events start in a week."

Xu Sheng stood up and whispered: "What is your mission?"

"The client's mission cannot be discussed casually."

"Okay, okay, let's exchange any information you have."

Sato raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any information that can be exchanged?"

"Forehead……"

Xu Sheng was silent, as if he had not accomplished anything since he had been here at Zaraski for so long.

Sato crossed his arms and said, "How about this? How about you agree to three conditions and I will share the information I know with you?"

"Three is too many."

"Why don't you listen to my conditions first."

Sato smiled and said: "First, before the competitive event comes, obey my command. Second, without touching your bottom line and partners, do not stop any of my actions and do not pry into my mission information. As for the third article, Well, I haven’t thought about it yet, so let’s do this for now.”

Xu Sheng thought about it. He couldn't do anything before the competitive event, so it wouldn't be wrong to agree to it for the time being.

"make a deal."

Sato smiled as if he had expected it: "The information I know is that the surface owners of the Chalasky Desert are the three major tribes Aosha, Set, and Kerem supported by the surrounding small countries. In fact, Otvert, the owner of the arena, is the one who sets the rules for this desert.

Otwit acted perversely and indulgently, suddenly emerging in the desert. It is said that he has a complete firearms production chain under his command. After overtly and covertly subduing the three major tribes, before the start of the annual competitive events, the leaders of the three major tribes will Come to the Arena to discuss the sale with Otwit.

Behind Otvet is the shadow of the United States. You also know that the United States and Saudi Arabia have never dealt with it. The purpose of arranging such a force so close to Saudi Arabia can be imagined.

In addition, I also know something else. The three major tribes seem to have reached some secret agreement and plan to carry it out at this year's competitive event..."

"Is it related to your commission?" Xu Sheng took advantage of every opportunity.

"We agreed not to mention the content of the commission." Sato rolled his eyes.

Xu Sheng thought about it carefully and said, "Why don't we be more honest and honest? Our tasks should not conflict with each other."

"Do you want to exchange mission information with me?" Sato asked playfully.

"I can't help it, the water is a bit deep, I'm afraid I won't be able to grasp it." Xu Sheng spread his hands and said.

"you first."

Xu Sheng said directly: "We are here to rescue people, informants from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia."

Sato did not hesitate: "I have two tasks. One is to kill the guards around Otvert, and the other is to find the heart of the arena."

Xu Sheng did not understand the meaning of the second task. Fortunately, he did not need to understand. He only needed to know that Sato did not conflict with his own task.

The two temporarily formed an alliance.

Sato said: "If you want to save people, wait until the competition venue is in chaos."

"Are you sure the venue will be chaotic?"

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

Xu Sheng looked at Sato, who looked confident, and thought clearly: It is indeed trouble.

Somewhere near Gonghua Village.

A body soaked in blood fell into the yellow sand, and the sweeping wind and sand gradually buried him. The weak rise and fall of his chest indicated the approach of death.

The wheels were rolling, and a passing slave car passed by. Under the awning, the fat man tightened the reins, and the camel stopped with a roar.

The fat man patted the window behind him and said, "Boss, there is a corpse down there."

"It's just a corpse, not a rare thing."

"The bodies were covered in gunshot wounds."

The window opened, and a Mediterranean man walked out. He led Fatty towards the body. Mediterranean just glanced at it and said: "Fat man, your eyesight is getting worse and worse. This guy is not dead yet."

The fat man stepped forward and checked his breathing: "He's really not dead, and...boss! This guy has white hair!"

Hearing this, Mediterranean stepped forward and stroked the "corpse's" white hair: "The hair is soft and soft, not dyed. Such naturally white hair is worth half a million dollars!"

"It's a pity that there are so many wounds on the body. Even if they are healed, they will leave scars and cannot be sold for such a high price."

The fat man asked: "Boss, should we pick it up?"

"Pick it up! Why not pick it up?"

Mediterranean wiped the blood stains on his hands on the fat man's back and said, "Take it back and treat it. If it's cured, sell it with this batch of goods."

"Yes!"

When Mazmi woke up, he was lying in a dark room. He wanted to get up, but his chest was heaving and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The wound was soaked with blood, and with every breath, a sharp pain hit him. He gritted his teeth and tried to stop the bleeding with trembling hands, but it was difficult to stop.

His face was as pale as paper, and his torn clothes had disappeared. He vaguely remembered that when he was standing on top of the giant eagle's head and frantically cutting its back neck flesh, a rocket launcher flew straight at him. Although it did not blow him up directly, the impact it caused was The force and flying shrapnel still made Mazmi walk through the gate of hell. At the critical moment, he activated the maximum teleportation to leave, but he also fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Mazmi was certain that his body had been penetrated by shrapnel in many places. It was impossible to regain his fighting strength in a short time. If it were not for the blessing brought by signing the devil's contract, he would have died in the yellow sand. bingo.

There were noisy sounds in my ears. Judging from the intermittent sounds next door, it was a slave trading den.

Mazmi now had no ability to save anyone, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he spent some of the strength he finally recovered and launched another teleportation.