Xuanhu Jishi, known as the Jishihui. The original intention was to save Li Min in water and fire. In history, Ji Shi will rise from troubled times on several occasions. After the reunification of the country, it quietly dissolves and disappears without a trace. Style is a powerful and incredible organization.

"I heard my father said that this organization can't be upset, and it's better not to provoke it." Huang Yan whispered dissuaded. It's not that she looks down on Liu Wei'an, it's because the gap between the two is too big.

It is already the third day to return to Times Square. Liu Wei'an recovered from his injury and began to plan for troubles of the Jesuit Society. He is not a person who likes to lose money. He wants to find a place after suffering a loss. It is realistic, but on the Internet After searching for several hours, I realized that things were not so simple.

The Internet has become something indispensable to human beings. Basically, what you want can be found on the Internet. According to Liu Weian's idea, the organization of the Jiushi Association is like an overwhelming description on the Internet. However, the facts are completely contrary to his imagination.

Not at all. There is no description, organization structure, personnel name, or even the organization of the Jesuits on the Internet. There are only a few charitable organizations with the same name on the Internet. In the end, she had no choice but to ask Huang Yan. She was born into an aristocracy and had a wide range of information. She should know this kind of tall organization.

Huang Ye has indeed heard of the World Economic Association, but she knows only a limited amount. Based on her description, it can be summarized into these words: powerful, secret, deep, tight, and terrible. The last suggestion is not to provoke.

To say is to say nothing.

Liu Wei'an didn't speak. The problem now is that he is looking for a place, but the more important reason is whether Ji Shi will let him go. He only finds a place to fight for initiative, and he starts off first.

"I suggest you still listen to Mrs. Huang, Ji Shihui, you can't afford it." Zhao Hanqing came out from the inside, with a hint of embarrassment on Qingli's face, a little more sense of weakness. After Uncle Zhang died, she No smile appeared on his face.

"As long as it is a human-made organization, there are weaknesses." Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed, he had a hunch, the potion was still in his hand, Huang Huang was still following him, and Jishihui would not let him go And, this day, it won't be too far.

"Those people are genetic warriors." Zhao Hanqing glanced at Liu Wei'an. He didn't want to talk, hesitated, and said it.

"What is a genetic warrior?" Liu Wei'an was inexplicably surprised, and the word gave him a very bad feeling.

"Have you seen a movie? Resident Evil, that's what it means." Zhao Hanqing showed a trace of sneer, not knowing whether it should be ironic or windy. "The people you see are just failures."

"How do you know so clearly?" Liu Wei'an was horrified. The failed products were so powerful. Shouldn't the mature products go against the sky? Then raised doubts again, staring at Zhao Hanqing, these things should be secrets to the Jesuits.

"My grandpa's death was related to the study of genetic warriors." Zhao Hanqing said this sentence, and he did not speak.

"Master, it's time to eat." Fang Xiaoyuan respectfully respected her. She was originally called Liu Wei'an.

Liu Wei'an didn't care. He wanted to ask for more information about Gene Warrior and Ji Shi Association, so he gave up and smiled, "Let's eat first." A big round table, six dishes, and a soup. For the city, This kind of hospitality can only be described as rude, but in the slave area, it can be said to be rich. Even if the economy of the slave area is soaring and the prosperity is a hundred times as before, there is still a huge gap with the city.

"Sit down and eat together." Liu Wei'an said to Fang Xiaoyuan, who was standing. Fang Xiaoyuan was a slave and was not qualified to sit and eat with his master. However, Liu Wei'an didn't care about these.

Huang Yan eats and chews slowly, eats nothing but sleeps, and she is perfect in her body. You can see the aristocratic atmosphere. Zhao Hanqing was thinking about his thoughts, eating only one dish in front of him. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't say anything, and it looked very quiet on the table. Except for the first day, the lion did not eat here for the next few days. The hairy monkeys and spiders were still being wounded. These days have been almost the same. They should be able to get out of bed in two days, so fast, thanks to Zhao Passionate for this doctor.

I don't know what to eat for a meal. After finally having finished eating, Liu Wei'an immediately made a request, and he walked outside for a moment, Huang Yan said a softly. Zhao Hanqing didn't know what to say, and he didn't agree or object. However, seeing Liu Wei'an going out, he followed.

It's dusk, the sun is about to go down, the afterglow is shining on the ground, not red, but a rare purple. The temperature starts to drop and a gust of wind blows, bringing a little coolness.

Times Square has been an endless wasteland for hundreds of miles. Because there are no plants, there is basically no rain throughout the year, the soil cracks, and a large part has begun to desertify. Whenever the strong wind rises, Times Square will be shrouded in yellow.

Fortunately, the wind is not strong today.

"So beautiful!" Huang Yan looked at the sunset in the sky, a happy smile appeared on his face, and in the endless wilderness, there was only one round of red sun falling. Such a scene was that the canaries raised in the city had no chance to see To. Zhao Hanqing just glanced lightly, then lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Times Square is very lively, with people coming and going, adults, children, men and women, although many people are still undressed and thin and yellow, but compared to a few months ago, it is much better, at least the spirit of energy has been raised There is light in their eyes. Like before, their eyes only have numbness and despair.

A wide and straight road appeared in the field of vision. Sixteen lanes were smooth and heavy. In the wasteland, such a road suddenly appeared. At a glance, it was a shock.

"The total length of the road is 672 kilometers. Sixty kilometers have been built. One-tenth of it is used. One hundred and thirty-eight thousand people are employed. About one hundred fifty thousand people depend on this road to support them. The road will be completed in a few months. At that time, the slaves near Times Square are estimated to exceed 500,000. "Fang Xiaoyuan's voice had a touch of pride, all this was done in her hands.

"500,000?" Liu Wei'an was taken aback. This number is not small, knowing that only one county has hundreds of thousands of people, such as Banshi County, which is only over half a million.

"There are many gathering places in the slave area, not only close to Banshi County. There are at least three slave areas of the same size nearby. These days, many slaves from other slave areas have come here one after another. There will be so many, when the road is repaired, more people will come. "Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an.

"With the power of Times Square, can't you eat so many people?"

"Now I can't take it anymore, but after that, it's hard to say." Fang Xiaoyuan's tone was faint, but the incomparable confidence was revealed.

Liu Wei'an gave her a deep look, not talking.

At this time, a group of slaves who did not know where they came from flocked to Liu Wei'an. Several of them, dressed in bright clothes, knew at a glance that they were rich. These slaves shouted, "Give me some food, give me some water, and I will starve to death."

These people are thin and skinny, with yellow hair. I do n’t know how many years have not been washed, almost coagulated, a pair of tired eyes with numbness, although they are trotting, but the speed is slower than walking, the state is very bad, as if It was going to fall at any moment, but it wasn't close, and a stench was coming.

"Stop, you go over there and go over there." Fang Xiaoyuan didn't say a word at all, and immediately a patrol rushed over to stop the slaves and arrange for other places.

"Where do you want to drive them?" Huang Zheng couldn't bear it.

"As long as you are not sick, you can get some water and food, and an energy tube. If you are willing to join Times Square, you will be scheduled to work, and you can have meals every day. If you are not willing to join Times Square, you will be expelled. Go out. "Fang Xiaoyuan answered instead of Qin Yuan.

"What will happen if the removal is done?" Huang Yan asked. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't speak, he just looked into the distance. Huang Yan followed his gaze, and on the other side of the road, about a few kilometers away, there were some shaking people, some lying, some lying, and some supporting the body to shake Shake forward.

"Why are they doing this?" Huang Ye was inexplicable.

"Waiting for death," Fang Xiaoyuan said indifferently.

"Ah!" Huang Zheng was startled. "There is something to do, why don't these people do anything?"

"They're used to sitting and eating and waiting to die, and don't want to change." Zhao Hanqing interjected suddenly.

"Why is this happening?" Huang Yan felt incredible.

No one can answer this question. Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Huang Huang who couldn't bear it. In one word, she didn't say that every morning, the corpse collection team could take away more than two hundred corpses. Every day, there would only be more, no less.

Huang Yan was pessimistic about these hard-working lives. He had thought about asking how to treat sick slaves, and he had no interest.

"Boss! You're finally back, I want to die for you." As a big truck roared from a distance, with a loud noise, the big truck rubbed two black lines three meters long on the ground, a giant Jumping out of the big truck, his voice was like thunder.

"Stop!" Liu Wei'an shouted when the elephant was about to hug him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, with his small arms and calves, the elephant could not help but hug him.

"Just come back." The elephant grinned, holding his hair in his hands.

"You seem to be fat again." Liu Wei'an took a few steps back and looked at the elephant. He should be over two and a half meters tall at the moment, unlike the weight loss before leaving. At this moment, the muscles are solid and Kong Wu is strong, like a bear.

"I didn't eat it," the elephant hurried.

"Uh-"

Huang Yan covered his mouth and smiled. The oppression brought about by the elephant's huge body suddenly disappeared because of this sentence.

"You—" The elephant tiger stared at it, and then became angry. After seeing Huang's face clearly, he paused, and then flushed his face with a flush, turning it into a monkey's butt, and quickly lowered his head. Endless.

Liu Weian laughed.

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