I Am Not Really Related Chapter 18: False heaven, real hell

The interior of Meteor Street has very clean streets and neat and beautiful houses.

It seems that the difference between heaven and **** is once again divided inside and outside of Meteor Street!

Obviously, those who are qualified to live in 'heaven' cannot be good people. Only the powerful and powerful people in Meteor Street are qualified to live there, and often such people have stains on their hands Blood, not a good person.

But despite this, it still can't stop the people in the periphery from yearning for 'heaven'!

Clean water, fluffy bread, sweet jam, and fresh air...

However, more than 95% of the residents living in the outer periphery of Meteor Street will not be able to enjoy it in their lifetime.

Outsiders only see Meteor Street as a garbage dump, a waste dump, an 'abandoned place' and so on.

But in fact, after so many years of development, Meteor Street is also full of forces, and has always been under the secret jurisdiction of the Presbyterian Church.

Where there are people, there are struggles, and if you want to develop, you must have rules!

So don't look at Meteor Street, which is scary and chaotic. People are often killed because of a little food, but the real order has always been hidden under this chaos.

For example, trading!

Anything of value is money only when it is circulated, in exchange for food and weapons.

Otherwise, it's just garbage!

So the biggest contribution the elders will make to Meteor Street is to build a unique economic system, recycle the collected waste to generate economic value, and then buy the materials they need from the underworld forces, and even Transport talents...

It is with the perfect closed-loop economic system that Meteor Street can support nearly 10 million abandoned people!

Everything from a small part to a scrapped car is clearly priced and can be exchanged for anything you want!

Of course, the Presbyterian Church also gathered a lot of wealth through this, and its strength continued to grow.

It's just that there is a thorn that has been stuck in their throats, which makes them uncomfortable and at the same time they dare not pull it out.

That force is called... Akatsuki!

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The sixth block of Meteor Street, this is neither the interior nor the periphery, but it is a very special area in Meteor Street.

Originally, like other neighborhoods, it was full of rubbish, and people lived in dirty streets.

But now the sixth block is unusually clean and tidy, and it is almost difficult to see the disgusting garbage.

And there is even a small square in the center of the sixth block. There are no musical fountains or celebrity statues on the square. There is only a huge black stone tablet rising from the ground! New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

If you look carefully, you can see a lot of text on it, and it keeps changing.

Every now and then, someone walks into the adjacent building with anticipation, and then walks out again with a satisfied smile.

False paradise - can eat people without spitting bones!

The real paradise - as long as you are willing to move bricks, you will not starve to death!

Perhaps those guys who are trying to get rich overnight are racking their brains to enter the 'inner city' and become a master.

But only those who are truly wise know that the sixth block of Meteor Street is where the hope lies!

After crossing the small boundary marker that encircles the entire sixth block, Zhenyang came to the place of hope.

Here, kunai is a status symbol.

Every member who passes the assessment and enters the Akatsuki organization will be given a kunai. Originally, Zhenyang wanted them to be used as self-defense weapons, but he did not expect that over time, the meaning of this kunai has exceeded its role as a battle. the value of the weapon.

When I came to the second floor quietly, I saw a 20-year-old girl with short hair and a pure face who was dozing off. Half of her glasses had fallen off, and the two lumps of fat on the front were squeezed and deformed. .

"Sleep during work hours. It seems that you don't want this month's salary."

Zhen Yang came to the other side, and with a snap, he flicked on the other side's forehead.

The other party woke up in pain, and then looked at it with a slightly dazed gaze, "Eh? Why can't I see anything? Is it getting dark?"

Seeing the other person's natural appearance, Zhen Yang had no choice but to help her straighten her glasses, "Have you seen it now?"

The girl who had regained the light sighed, then tilted her head, "Hello, if you need to get a quest, you can go to the stone tablet by yourself. If you want to exchange something, it's on the first floor..."

Boom!

Before the words were finished, the girl had another shudder in her head!

"If you can't remember who I am within three seconds, you can pack up and leave, Comrade Xiaodi."

"1, 2..."

"Welcome back, boss!"

"So I don't have a name?"

"Uh, does the boss have a name?"

"Your head is gone!"

"Ah, I remembered, the boss's name is Nicole!"

"I killed you so much!"

When the real sun goes up, it is a cross lock, strangling Xiaodi's neck. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinesem.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Clap clap clap!

I saw Xiao Di slapped Zhen Yang's arm and said with difficulty: "Hur... can't breathe... Zhen Yang."

Humph!

Only then did Zhen Yang let go of her, and then tidied up her messy clothes.

"Very good, you saved your job at the last second, I hope you can make persistent efforts in the future."

Zhenyang rudely drove Xiaodi away from the seat, and then sat down by himself.

Because this is his place!

As for Xiaodi, who was a bit naturally dazed and very forgetful, he started to become dazed again. After standing for less than three seconds, his eyelids started to fight~IndoMTL.com~ Hey, what the **** are you doing? Did you listen to me! "Zhenyang had to slap the table a few times vigorously to wake up Xiaodi's sleeping soul.

"Huh? Is it time for lunch? Huh? Why are you sitting in my seat?"

Zhenyang gritted his teeth, and the blue veins burst out around his temples, and several 'well' characters appeared!

"I'm your boss, this is my position!"

"Oh, since you like to sit, I'll leave it to you."

Click!

Zhen Yang accidentally crushed the solid wood handrail.

"Huh? What's the sound? It's not important, by the way, what's for lunch?"

Ahhhhhhh!

Why on earth did I hire a natural amnesiac as an assistant in the first place? !

Zhenyang clutched his hair in pain, looking suspicious of life.

"Hoo~ the world is so beautiful, but I'm so irritable, so bad, bad..."

After pulling out two of his hair, Zhen Yang finally calmed down. After all, he was already mentally prepared, wasn't he?

"Little Drop... eh? People?"

When he looked up again, everyone had already walked out.

Then Zhenyang heard Xiaodi's voice from the first floor, "It's dinner, is it actually fish today? Where did you say the fish came from? Is there any fish in Meteor Street?"

Click!

This time the whole chair shattered.