Along the narrow alleys, Leonardo and Francis continued to walk deep into the slums. In the gap between the two walls, there is only a narrow path that allows one person to pass. Strictly speaking, this is not a path for people to walk.

As long as you look up, you can see the bucket-thick ventilation pipes. However, this kind of architect who is famous in the guild is unlikely to take over the architectural design of the slum area... Rather, if someone dares to come up and say, "Our boss asks you to make an order, and the North District will build a theater "What, it may be regarded as a humiliation, and it will be directly typed out. - Of course, as long as enough money can be given, in principle, it is still easy to talk about.

But therein lies the problem. Rather than saying that it is a specially built slum, it is better to say that when renovating the town, an area was avoided without renovation. The design and walls of the current slums are seriously outdated because they were all built 80 years ago, or even a hundred years ago.

Only these ventilation pipes, sewers, drainage pipes and the road itself will be repaired and installed from time to time. After all, more and more factories were opened in the black area, and the originally prepared building layout became crowded.

Even because of lack of space, some of them are directly placed outside. Although this will cause acid rain to corrode the equipment, as long as it is used straight and almost scrapped equipment, it will save more money than rebuilding a factory building.

One of the reasons why the mayor of Florentosa has allowed these obviously illegal factories in the black area is that the existence of the factories in the area has reduced the price of semi-finished products. The high-end market in the city can be purchased in large quantities at low prices... This is conducive to the increase in quantity and even the advancement of technology. Another reason is that the mayor is waiting for them to build a factory. Black zone factories are totally illegal and illegal buildings. But there's no way the mayor is going to use engineering crews to tear down the building... In fact, he doesn't have to. He just needs to seal the factory directly and confiscate all raw materials and processing equipment. The remaining empty building will soon become a new residence for refugees and homeless poor.

With houses and shelters for refugees, their destructiveness and instability plummets. They will change from being hungry with nothing to wild dogs with scruples. In this way, the city will become stable, and they survive a fair and equal transaction. As long as these refugees pay a small amount of money or mortgage something that may never be redeemed, they can use discarded iron sheets, planks, stakes and waste cloth to build shacks one by one and live in them.

Of course, their money was not handed over to the mayor of Florence or someone who came to collect the money... After the factory was directly closed, the city people would not come back to take a look. As for what to do with the wreckage of the factory, that is "their own decision." After the factory owner escapes or is arrested, the empty factory building will naturally become the property of these gangs. There is no transfer contract in it, let alone a transfer instrument bound by law. It's just the law of the jungle, the law of the weak, the rule of the slums.

are the prey, and they are one of many hunters. And after succeeding. The homeless refugees became the new prey.

This is the wisdom and evil of the small fish catching the big fish. They are proud of it. Leonardo said calmly and stopped. Francis' complexion became ugly. But this is not because of Leonardo's narration, but because of the group of people standing in front of them.

They can only be called children, and the oldest one is less than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Their bodies were shriveled, their skin was dry, and their faces were covered with red spots eroded by rain. They wear only one or two shabby clothes, and even beggars are cleaner than they are. And it's not because they're poor...but because they're different. But everyone has put on their shoes—because with the wind and exhaust howling in the North District, there will always be some scraps of iron or sharp sawdust, iron nails and other things appearing in unexpected corners. Only shoes and knives , is something that all "little guys" must carry. Behind them is a path that can only accommodate one person, and there are people scattered debris all over the ground as a backstop. And they were surrounded at the exit of the path, with children holding murder weapons in all directions. Such a situation is even more dangerous than the situation where there is a wall behind him.

"Go away! Go away!

Francis snapped: "You bastards! Do you know who I am? I got the money from me?" m]

He gritted his teeth, pulled out the pistol from his pocket without hesitation, pointed at the leading child, and said coldly and cruelly in his eyes: "Get out of the way, or I will let you eat the gun.

There was no mercy in his words, calm and decisive. Francis was serious. As long as they don't get out of the way, he'll literally shoot.

Contrary to his expectations, the leading child said in a strange way: "You are Mrs. Francis. The only big guy in boots in this land."

"But now you are probably barefoot, right? Your stinky feet are sore in your boots, right?" Hearing this, the children around suddenly burst into laughter.

Someone called Ruo: "It's more sour than my aunt's pickled fish!"

So they laughed harder. Unlike the tense and serious Francis, Leonardo looked at them carefully. These children have dark eyes. It's not like a human, but more like a beast...or in other words, a monster that is more ferocious than a beast. Even wild beasts and cubs would never have such a cruel and exciting desire to hunt. Their eyes were full of malice deeper than that of adult murderers, as well as combative and fearless joy. Leonardo paused for a moment, and then said half a sentence of his own.

"What time is it, you still have one

Francis yelled angrily.

But Leonardo was still unhurried, and said calmly: "You know what, Francis. Lorenzo and I have mentioned these children. The malice in their eyes faded slightly, but the only smile appeared again and disappointed.

"Then how do you talk about it, my lord?"

The leading child chuckled, "Educate your children well, don't let them become dogs like us? Or should we clean up the black area, find us out and put us in prisons, schools, factories or welfare centers?" hospital?

"We've heard all these words, and we're tired of hearing them. Aren't we afraid that there will be some new trash talk in this one?

They laughed again. But this time the laughter became a little heavier.

However, Leonardo remained unmoved. It's just his lake green eyes that are as warm as water. I don't know when it turned into an indifferent dark golden color. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice.