Countdown 12:00:00.
Qing Chen glanced at his arm out of the corner of his eye, only 12 hours left until the crossing.
He didn’t plan to confront these more than two hundred ard thugs head-on, especially since they had heavy machine guns, which looked incredibly nacing.
How could he have ever seen such a scene back in high school?!
At this mont, Qing Chen stood by the wooden table with a scarf over his face, pressing the white powder into powdered bricks with practiced skill.
While others took half an hour to make square bricks, he could finish the task in just ten minutes. The bandits saw his enthusiasm for work and even allowed him to eat with them, considering him a potential key figure for cultivation...
In the distance, a bandit shouted, "Open the village gate quickly; the bosses are here!"
The wooden-fenced village was in a hubbub as the bandits opened the gate, letting in seven off-road vehicles, all with wheels sared with rain-soaked mud.
A group of Black people jumped out of the vehicles. Qing Chen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with these people, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall where he had seen them before.
These Black people were each strange-looking, with so having antennae on their heads and others having barbs on their arms, looking particularly terrifying and grotesque.
Seeing this, Qing Chen beca even more cautious...
The leader of the Black individuals said, "Initially, we were worried that robbing the business of the three major Cartels would make us their target, but we didn’t expect the Parents’ eting to wipe them all out in two days..."
"We’re Ti Travelers; we don’t need to fear the three major Cartels that much, after all, we’re all Genetic Warriors, destined to unify the Cartels in xico sooner or later."
"I’m not afraid of the three major Cartels; I’m afraid of the Parents’ eting... In the Battle of Guatemala, the Polar Night organization had over a thousand mbers, and only a few of us survived," the leader said. "Have you heard? They even broke into Alan Gail Prison and killed the Cartel."
The news of the Parents’ eting annihilating the xican Cartels has beco global dia’s front-page headline, and now on Twitter, there’s a vote requesting the Parents’ eting to eliminate the Golden Triangle and all other drug production sources.
Ordinary People are thrilled by the news, but drug traffickers feel afraid, mainly because the Parents’ eting’s thod of eradicating root and branch is too ruthless, even hiding in prison isn’t safe.
Clearly, the Parents’ eting has beco a nightmare for black market organizations in both the Inner and Outer Worlds.
At this mont, a subordinate approached the Black leader and said, "Boss, we’ve already distributed a new batch of goods here. With the three major Cartels gone, it’s the perfect opportunity to seize the market. I’ve heard the prices in Europe have doubled!"
But the Black leader kicked him in the chest, sending him flying over ten ters.
Qing Chen was shocked, is he that powerful?!
The Black leader said coldly, "Who allowed you to distribute goods privately? With the Parents’ eting watching us, we must be more cautious. For now, keep the goods stocked without distribution. If they find us, we might be wiped out."
The shadow cast by the Parents’ eting on their hearts can’t be erased.
Soone nearby said, "It’s strange, I feel they’re not trying to combat cri, but what are they doing?"
The Black leader said, "It doesn’t matter, we just need to hide better."
He scanned the factory with his eyes, seeing nothing unusual, and then walked straight into the depths of the village.
This drug manufacturing factory had been established not long ago, which is why it needed new labor to work, making it fish that escaped the Parents’ eting’s crackdown on illegal activities.
And these remnants of the Polar Night organization, after the Parents’ eting’s siege in Guatemala and hearing of the three major Cartels’ demise, were initially living freely outside, but were forced to hide in this seemingly safe rural area to lay low.
To be honest, facing Ordinary People, Ti Travelers do have a considerable advantage. A few injections of Genetic Potion in the Inner World could make one a local tyrant in the Outer World. Although they can’t compare with real experts, they can live quite comfortably.
The Black leader reminded again, "Watch these workers closely, don’t let anyone escape and expose this location. If it’s exposed, we’re dood."
This is the oppressive feeling from the Parents’ eting.
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At night, Qing Chen and all the workers were held together, sleeping under the open sky on the ground.
There was no overti pay here, only endless work, a minimum of 16 hours each day.
He was calculating the ti for the crossing, noting down his questions, preparing to have Black Spider and One answer them for him after crossing.
However, at that mont, a few workers couldn’t endure the high-intensity work anymore and discussed escaping together.
With the remnants of the Polar Night organization arriving, a huge bonfire was lit in the center of the village, and they were drinking, singing, and dancing.
So saw it as an opportunity and seven of them bent down and ran outward. As long as they could cross 300 ters of flat terrain, it would be easy to climb over the fence at the edge of the village.
But before they could reach the wall, they were spotted by the sentry in the watchtower.
The bandit in the sentry swept them with the heavy machine gun, turning them all into sieves in just a few seconds.
The nightti gunshots alard everyone, and the workers sat up in fear, only to see a woman who had taken care of Qing Chen crying and wailing. Those were her village’s villagers, each vibrant life now gone.
Qing Chen watched silently, unmoved.
If ti rewound and 17-year-old Qing Chen just arrived at Prison 18, seeing the initiation rites held by old prisoners for new inmates again, he would still remain indifferent.
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