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Tazito parked the car in front of the club called "Poison".

It's night now, and it's the best time for pornographic service business.In the glass box suspended at the door, nude girls twist their waists and throw seductive winks at passers-by.

Tazito covered half of his face with a scarf and walked into "Poison" in a low-key manner.Randomly grabbed a waiter and asked to see the security personnel here.

Soon, he met the lobby security manager, a tall and strong man named Paish.The latter didn't recognize him at first, and was planning to let him taste his fist if he was another troublemaker.After all, the man looked extremely embarrassed, wearing a ragged dress, one eye was blind, and the blood hadn't been wiped clean.

Until Tazito asked him for the surveillance video of when they were attacked by scavengers eight days ago.

The other party immediately realized that he was a survivor of the gang that was almost wiped out that day.On the same day, the lair of scavengers was wiped out, and those villains were torn apart as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder.Everyone was discussing that incident in those few days. It is said that the scene was extremely cruel, but no one knew who did it.

Paish respected Tazito's attitude—everyone is not a good person here, but the dark world has its rules, such as not messing with people with unknown backgrounds, otherwise you will never know how you died.After escaping from the scavengers, the opponent's lair was wiped out immediately, would anyone believe that it was a coincidence?

Paish told him that only the boss has the right to monitor the surveillance, and the boss will come back tomorrow night.

As Tazito left the club, the security guards idly gathered to watch him.He knew what they were talking about, that he was actually alive, guessing his identity.

He cannot expose himself.That bitch Krisista is still looking for him, trying to trade his life for a small bounty.He won't let that bitch get his way.

He drove the car to the edge of the relatively safe desert, nestled in it, and endured the severe pain from the left eye socket.

He smoked incessantly to ease the pain, trying not to sleep.On this planet, no place is safe.Even in the desert there are bandits.He was alone, and he couldn't relax his vigilance for a second.

When it was approaching daytime, the detection device detected a group of unknown persons approaching and detected thermal weapons.Tazito avoided them immediately.

The physical condition got worse, the pain in the eye was eroding his whole head, and he started coughing and his lungs were so painful that he didn't know what was wrong with the newly implanted lungs.

He stayed up until nightfall, and came to the "Poison" club again.After waiting outside the boss's office for two hours - no one dared to ask Tazito to wait so long since he became the boss - and then met the club owner Drum.

"Of course, please do as you please." Drum said politely, and tuned out the video in the corridor that day, "I deeply regret the loss you have suffered."

Tazito sat on the sofa in the boss's office, crossed his fingers against his nose, and stared sullenly at the surveillance images.There are several screens in front of him, recording everything that happened on the day of the attack from various angles.

The monitoring began when his gang came out of his private room.He looked at those familiar faces, these boys were completely unaware of the bad luck they were about to suffer, they parted ways in the corridor talking and laughing, and each entered the private room with their girls in their arms.

Not long after, all the monitoring screens became blurred.Tazito frowned, and then realized that Mr. 11 came over at that time.After he entered the room, the picture returned to normal.

After that, Ivano appeared on the screen.The man was standing in the hallway, smoking with his back against the wall.

Tazito looked at him, his masseter muscles bulging.He's always been like this, Tazito thought, not interested in women or men, they're having fun inside and he's out smoking.At first Tazito wanted to take him with him, but later he let him go.Some people are not interested in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and Tazito thinks he is living too clearly.

Tazito looked at his brother of more than ten years with his only remaining eye, and kept his hands on his face, suppressing his emotions.His palms were sweating, and he wanted to tell him to get away from there.They will kill you.

There was a sudden gunshot, and Tazito trembled in shock.Ivano fell down in front of him, and a large group of scavengers appeared on the screen. Three of them entered his private room, and the others split up to deal with his other subordinates.

Tazito turned pale as he remembered the gunshots he heard in the bathroom.He thought it was the attack on Mr. 11, and he didn't know that the first shot was sent to Ivano until today.

Then he saw his brother looking up hard in one direction, and he was looking at...

Tazito glanced at the surveillance from another angle and found that Ivano was looking at his private room.He's fucking worried about him.

Ivano got up again, clutching his belly, blood leaked out from his fingers.He drew his gun with the other hand and staggered toward Tazito's private room, leaning on the wall.A scavenger from behind spotted him and raised his gun.Tazito sat up straight at once, avoiding his eyes, unable to look any further.

Two shots were fired.He heard a soft moan from his brother.

Ivano clutched his arm, where a new wound had been added, and the raiding scavengers fell to the ground.But at this moment, two scavengers ran out of the private room.And then more.

At that time, Ivano was outside his private room, collapsed by the door, in a big pool of blood.He fought to the last moment, guarding the door for him.

Tazito gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were cold.Those people are all dead, except for Kirishista.He wants to avenge his brother, and everyone who provokes them must pay the price, this is the rule of the dark world.

He fast-forwarded the monitoring and needed to confirm the whole process and whether there were any survivors.

Not long after, he saw himself escaping from the private room, followed by the scavengers.The corridor was quickly evacuated, leaving only corpses strewn all over the floor.Then a few porters came to clean up.The men commented frivolously on the corpses, wrapped each one in a white cloth, and carried them away.

Even Drum, embarrassed by the foul language, turned to Tazito and asked, "Did you see what you wanted?"

Tazito's complexion was extremely ugly, he ignored him and continued to stare at the screen.

At this moment, something caught his attention.He was startled, and immediately zoomed in on the screen.That was the camera facing the door of his private room. Ivano fell there, blood spreading on the ground.Two men spread a white cloth around him and tried to remove him.

Drum saw him tense up suddenly, walking up to him with his hands in his pockets and looking at the screen.And the back color is also subtle.

In the enlarged picture, Ivano's chest heaved and he was still panting in pain.

"Hey, he's alive!" cried one of the porters.The other said: "Are you stupid, this guy can't live." The first still hesitated, and the latter said: "Damn, do you want to send him to Drum, Drum will kill him anyway , that miser can't spend a penny of medical expenses on him!"

In the end they decided to act as if they hadn't seen the incident, and carried him away.

Tazito jumped to his feet, and then heard the sound of a gun safety, and Drum pointed the gun at him.

"First of all, you have to understand that we didn't send people to attack you. We also suffered losses, and several dancers died!" Drum said angrily, "So, calm down."

Tazito stared at him with one eye for a moment, then slowly released his hand from the butt of the gun.Drum gave him a "Is there a consensus?" look, and slowly put the gun down.

"I've never objected to showing guests the surveillance cameras," the club owner muttered, "but you guys are too excitable."

"Where did they take him?" Tazito asked, feeling his anger burn.These bloody bastards, they saw him alive!

Drum called the porters who were in charge that day—the two men were terrified—and they told Tazito that all the bodies were piled up by the back door and someone would come to collect them.But there is no camera at the back door.In a place like a club that is suitable for murder and arson, placing a camera at the back door can easily lead to murder.

Tazito left the club and rushed to the cleaning company in charge of collecting the corpse overnight.The person on duty at the other side was not surprised by a person like him, and told him to give up, there were too many dead people, and they never kept records.Basically, people are stripped naked and thrown into the reactor.Maybe his friend has turned into manure.He also laughed, and Tazito punched him.

Tazito sat in the car for a long time in a daze after that.I shrank myself there, staring blankly at the dirty night sky.He had a cracking headache and felt nauseous, feeling terrible.Eye wounds may not be all right.

He already knew what to do next.Go to the black market to buy information about Krysista, kill him, and then go back to Rhea to solve the mess in the organization.Cash is not enough, he can resell the happy ones in the laboratory that have not had time to slaughter.

But now, for the time being, he just wanted to stay in silence for a while.

Tazito doesn't consider himself a sentimental person.Everyone on the road knows that people who drink together today may become corpses tomorrow.If you can't see things like this, you can't get along on the road.

But he felt he owed Ivano a toast.

Something is flickering in the sky, it may be someone's spaceship.The planetary rings of the magic eye star are too dirty, it is impossible for them to see the stars.

He looked at the little light, smoked a cigarette, was in a daze, and kept coughing.After smoking one, he threw the cigarette butt out the car window.Unintentionally raising his eyes, he found that the light was still there.

Isn't it a spaceship...

He thought boredly, is it a satellite?

……satellite?

A thought flashed through his mind.My brain was so painful that it was about to churn into juice, and my thinking was not very clear, but that thought became clearer and clearer.

Ivano was still alive when he was carried down.This kind of desperado is very tough, as long as he is not dead, he will desperately fight for a chance.

What if?

Satellites may have recorded everything.It's just that this kind of satellite is generally a relic of the mastermind's reign. If he wants to get the information on it, he can't think of a second one except for that person.

Dry……

Thinking of that man, Tazito blindfolded his only eye.

That bastard won't help me at all, he thought through gritted teeth, he'd be happy to see my pain for entertainment.Maybe it will add a few feet and make me more painful.That's what he was, hopelessly asshole.

The more Tazito thought about it, the more painful his head became.He hugged his head, cursed softly, and coughed violently again.

In order to avoid that person, he couldn't even go back to his own home, and turned off all connected devices, including his left eye.Now just thinking of him, the scene of having sex with him can't be restrained, bringing physical disgust.

Are you kidding... I will never go to him if I die.

Tazito clenched his fists, guarding his pride.But the thought that "Ivano might be alive" tormented him.He couldn't ignore it.

Tazito was silent for a long time, then suddenly kicked the car hard.He gave in, reaching for the communicator with a grimace, and flipping it on.

The "connecting" screen jumped into the air, and he looked at the line of words without hope.As a result, it was connected in the next second, and Tazito froze for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Mr. 11's voice came from the communicator, with the texture of cold strings.

It sounded like the other party recognized him.Tazito suddenly realized that he turned on the camera here, but not on the other side, only the audio came through.

Damn... I shouldn't have shown him how embarrassed I am!he thought viciously.

He frowned remorsefully, staring at the camera.With a beep, the red light came on, showing that he had been located by the opponent.

Tazito glanced at the warning red dot and said, "I..." A cough cut him off.He's sitting up as straight as he can, trying to look alive, but he knows he looks like a piece of shit.

There was no sound on the other side, waiting for him to finish coughing.

"...I need your help," Tazito said hoarsely, "I need to get some satellite images. I will pay you, I know you don't need it, but I will try my best. I hope you don't refuse."

The other side was silent for a moment, and asked, "What picture, time, and place."

Tazito didn't expect him to be so straightforward.He was ready to ask, but Mr. Eleven didn't make things difficult for him.He said the information that Mr. 11 needed, and then there was a period of silence, so Tazito wondered if he was still online.He couldn't trust this person at all, and thought for a while that he might suddenly say he couldn't help again.

He waited too long, picked up another cigarette, and flicked the lighter a few times, and the thing ran out of energy, and there was no spark.Tazito cursed and threw the lighter out the window.

"This is the lighter's concern for your health." Mr. 11 said in a cold voice.

"Thank him for me," Tazito said and coughed violently again, "...there should be more conversations between metals."

There was no answer on the other side, and he couldn't help but ask, "Did you find it?"

"The one you mentioned is a private satellite," Mr. 11 said, "I need some time to hack into it."

It turned out to be a private satellite, Tazito murmured in his heart, if he knew that he could solve this problem by spending some money to find the owner of the satellite.He waited for a few more minutes, feeling a little overwhelmed.He hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, and his whole body was in exhaustion and pain.

He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, as if his eyes were open, but he seemed to be in a hallucination.After such a long time, I suddenly felt the car door move strangely.

Someone is outside his car.

Tazito jumped up like a frightened cat, pulled the safety of the gun and pointed it at the car window in an instant.

He heard the sound of the car door lock opening. It was not forcibly opened, but the normal opening of the authority.Violence broke out on his face, and he kicked open the car door, raising his gun and preparing to fight the intruder desperately.

"Heck!" A medical robot retracted its head in fright.Tazito stared at it, finger still on the trigger, in horror.Then I saw a pair of leather shoes next to the robot.

"If I had known you were so energetic, I wouldn't have come here."

Hearing the familiar voice, he raised his eyes in fright, staring at the uninvited guest, his brain reaction was a bit slow.

Mr. 11 leaned over, his expression was still stern, and his voice was still sweet: "Are you going to let me stand outside?"

Tazito woke up like a dream, and was still a little dazed, so he shrank back into the car in a daze, and moved to the passenger seat. Mr. 11 got into the car and carried the medical robot to Tazito's feet.

Tazito was still holding the gun, he was stunned for a while, and asked, "When did you go out?"

"When I received your communication." Mr. 11 said, a bunch of screens jumped into the air.He continued to hack the satellite, and the medical robot chirped, asking Tazito to cooperate with its treatment.

Tazito stared into the air, blinking, wondering if he was really hallucinating.