The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

In the inconspicuous corner of the black market, there is a stall set up casually, with a dirt slope behind it.

Zhang Hao and his two dark-skinned brothers sat on the edge of the dirt slope.

Zhang Hao looked to be in his 40s, and the two dark-skinned brothers also looked old. The three of them sat together, looking like farmers digging for food in the fields in the last era.

He had a simple temperament and a mature face, and the sunken wrinkles between his eyebrows revealed a sense of sorrow.

Nowadays, those who can have a piece of land to grow vegetables are all powerful and wealthy, which is a high-end entertainment of returning to nature.

The lower class people eat synthetic meat and vegetables printed by factory machines according to program instructions in 3D.

The texture of each piece of meat and vegetable is the same, so there is less trouble in picking when buying vegetables. The shelf life on the vacuum bag packaging is very long, and each one is marked. There are no additives and side effects, so you can eat it with confidence.

Zhang Hao held the cigarette butt between his index finger and thumb, took a deep puff, and asked: "The guy from the incinerator, hasn't been here for a while, right?"

Dark-faced No. 1: "Yeah, he hasn't been here."

Zhang Hao frowned: "Has there been no evil corpses in the incinerator recently?"

Dark-faced No. 1: "Yes, he went to the gate of the incinerator two days ago and counted. On average, there are vehicles carrying evil corpses every day."

Dark-faced No. 1 pointed his finger at Dark-faced No. 2, who nodded in silence.

Zhang Hao took another puff of the cigarette: "Unlucky, didn't burn out the black core?"

Dark-faced No. 1 shook his head again: "He was on the road and followed the guy for a while. He used a detector to measure it and it showed that there were residual values."

Dark-faced No. 2 continued to nod.

Zhang Hao frowned and said in a deep voice: "There are residual values, which means that the black core has been found, but it is not with him. The boy has transferred it to someone else. Are there other people in District 9 who are also collecting black cores?"

Dark No. 1 was about to speak again, and Zhang Hao was annoyed. He stared and growled: "Don't always speak for him. He doesn't have a mouth. Let him speak for himself."

Dark No. 1 said "oh".

Dark No. 2 had been lowering his head and poking ants with a stick. Now he had to speak. It seemed that his brain was a little overwhelmed. He threw away the stick in distress, and there were already ants at his feet.

"There is a new boy in the incinerator. The test value is very high." Dark No. 2 raised his head and answered with a little stuttering.

Zhang Hao understood and felt relieved, but he was also confused: "Since no one else is buying black cores, why did the new guy from the incinerator take the black cores himself instead of selling them here for money?"

Dark No. 1 was not smart enough and had not thought about it so deeply. He was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly: "Did the guy find out the secret of the black core?"

Dark No. 2's dull face was still expressionless. He picked up the stick and scratched the ant corpses stuck on it with his fingers.

He sucked his fingers and said four words lightly: "Kill it, I'll go."

Zhang Hao was thinking about it, and before he could figure it out, he saw that the stall on the ground was dirty by several muddy soles.

"I've asked around, and you're the only one buying black cores in the black market, right?"

Qian Hao stepped on the stall, he looked at the three people and asked bluntly.

Several younger brothers followed behind him, all with short knives or iron sticks on their waists, standing casually, with the same expression that showed the ferocity of gangsters with large numbers.

Zhang Hao stood up and walked over, his face full of wrinkles squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape, and smiled: "It's me, are you selling black cores?"

Dark-faced No. 1 noticed that the atmosphere was not right and followed closely. Dark-faced No. 2 lowered his head expressionlessly and poked the ants with a wooden stick.

Qian Hao sneered: "Sell, no no no, you misunderstood, we are here to buy black cores, no matter how many black cores you have, we want them all."

Some people nearby all looked over in surprise and curiosity.

Zhang Hao's heart sank, and he asked tentatively: "Do you want the black core?"

Qian Hao hadn't said anything yet, and an impatient younger brother behind him scolded: "Our boss wants something, why are you talking so much nonsense, hurry up and take out all you have."

Qian Hao waited for the younger brother to finish scolding, he looked at the silent middle-aged man in front of him, frowned slightly, touched the short dagger on his waist with one hand, and patted the latter's shoulder gently with the other hand.

"Don't worry, we won't reduce your money. No matter how much you charge, we will take it at 20% off."

In Qian Hao's dictionary, being able to pay at 20% off is definitely a high price of mercy.

Zhang Hao realized that this wave of gangsters was different from those who were curious and inquiring in the past. These people really came to snatch the black core.

In other words, these people know the secret of the black core, or in other words, the boss behind them knows the secret of the black core?

Seeing that Zhang Hao had been silent, Qian Hao's face suddenly became gloomy, and the hand that pinched the latter's shoulder slightly exerted force, pinching a few bruises through the clothes.

"You won't tell me that you don't plan to sell it to us, right?" Qian Hao asked sinisterly.

Zhang Hao felt pain on his face, and his body subconsciously shrank half a head. He put his hands behind his back to stop Dark No. 1 from moving forward.

He bowed his head and smiled humbly: "I dare not, we will sell it to you."

Qian Hao loosened his fingers: "Where is the thing, take it out?"

Zhang Hao: "The thing is in the house where our brothers live. So, at this time tomorrow, we will bring all the black cores, and you can bring the money to take it."

Qian Hao raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You are not lying to me and planning to run away, are you?"

Zhang Hao shook his head vigorously: "We are all empty civilians, we can't get out of District 9 at all, and it's only one night. We are not stupid and know that we can't escape."

Qian Hao seemed to believe it and said: "Okay, just one night, we will come to take it at this time tomorrow."

After that, Qian Hao took the people away.

After a while, Zhang Hao and the others sneaked out of the black market without even paying attention to the stalls.

Not far away, in a dark corner, Qian Hao stared coldly at the direction the three of them were leaving, and followed them quietly with his brothers.

Qian Hao didn't know that in this episode, Huang Mao and Hong Mao, who had just died, seemed familiar.

20 minutes later.

Under a bridge in a remote place next to the river.

There were corpses scattered on the ground, with fear and distortion on every face, especially the eye sockets, which were smashed and white tofu gushes out, turning the eye holes into a gloomy white color.

Qian Hao was lying on the ground dying, with a tree branch stuck in his right eye socket, and the corpses of ants were still stuck to the stick.

The battle happened so fast, almost in just one breath, all the people Qian Hao led were dead, except for him, whose eyes were poked out.

It's terrible.

This is definitely not the fighting power that a gang level or a black marketeer should have.

It was even difficult for Qian Hao to judge the opponent's strength, because he had never seen such a brutal but satisfying killing before.

The Green Wolf Gang's thugs also have some warriors, but most of them are first- and second-level warriors. Boss Zheng is already the most capable third-level warrior in the gang.

Further up, Qian Hao has never seen anyone with that kind of strength join a gang.

However, the black face who just took a tree branch and strung people's eyeballs into a string, the strength that was revealed in that moment, perhaps even Boss Zheng couldn't compare to.

Qian Hao couldn't understand why such a cruel guy would stay in the black market with no future. The most important thing is to collect worthless black cores.

Don't be so low-key. Will we crash into the iron plate without realizing it and kill ourselves?

Zhang Hao squatted half-crouched in front of Qian Hao, his smiling face like an old farmer fell back into Qian Hao's remaining eyes, which only made people tremble from the bottom of their souls.

"I know you have a lot of questions."

"Don't ask, save time, you don't have much life left, you just need to answer my questions."

Qian Hao gritted his teeth. Although he was afraid, since he was going to die, he would not say another word.

Zhang Hao seemed to guess Qian Hao's thoughts, and the next words he said calmly made Qian Hao's hair stand on end.

He said: "If you don't tell me, I will keep hanging on to your life. Don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good. I can ensure that the ants eat half of your heart, liver and lungs, and you can still talk to me with a clear head."

When his chest was cut open by a tree branch and the first ant crawled on his heart, Qian Hao collapsed.

"Tell me, who asked you to collect black cores?"

"Brother Bin, it was Brother Bin who asked us to come."

"Brother Bin, why do you want black core?"

"I don't know, Brother Bin didn't say, I really don't know, don't let it bite me, it hurts so much -"