Chapter 1553: Dream breaks in Qiming (32)

Chapter Chapter Dreams in Qiming (32)
At the same time, the capital of South Africa, Pretoria. `
In the streets of the slums, a street hooligan wanders in the shadow of the alley. He occasionally rummaged through the trash, trying to find some food that was licensed for use in the rubbish, and occasionally sniffing around the ground near the vending machines, trying to find one or two coins on the ground where the sewage ran. However, the residents of this city, even the lowest-level poor, are well aware that the era of the unexpected wealth on the ground has passed – even the most common vending machines on the streets rely on credit cards. To complete the payment. The automatic cleaning of the Golem will also frequently clean up the trash cans in the city streets every day and remove all the leftover food.
Their government will not leave the opportunity for survival to the poor. The real purpose of the newly introduced credit card payment system is not to facilitate the daily consumption of the citizens, but just to kill the residents in the slums as soon as possible, in order to "purify" the Pretoria in the short term. The purpose of the city.
咕 He couldn't find any food that could be used for a long time, and he kicked the trash can with force. However, this will not make his situation any better, but will make him even more hungry. He was almost hungry when he was hungry, and he had to stumble on the dirty streets to rest. After he had been resting in the same place for a while, he slowly climbed up, and his eyes sparkled with some fierce light. It seemed that he had made up his mind to do something bad.
Beddyville, who controls the spirit, has been watching all of this because the man in front of him who is in front of him is the one he needs to track. By the list given by the shadow agent, Bediville focused on the most suspicious citizens, one of which is the man. By tracking this person, Bedieville and Arthur believe that they will always find clues and lead them to Juggernaut Yak, who is lurking in the depths of the city.
The man in the slum began to act. `Although I was already hungry and walking, I couldn’t walk straight, but this person still followed his own will to go somewhere to the end of the street. Perhaps he is looking for Juggernaut, but perhaps he is going to do something that hurts the world and breaks the law for his own survival. Bedyville looked at it all, and had a very bad hunch, but at this time he could not interfere, because the Holy Spirit he controlled was just a photon. This group of imaginary photons with little power could not do to the real world. Any interference behavior.
The little punk turned out of the corner and reached the front of a shop in the same dilapidated old town.
Is it going to rob? Beddyville couldn't help but wonder. However, the guy who is so hungry that he can hardly walk, there is no decent weapon in his hand. What should he take to rob? This is really a mystery.
The spirit controlled by Bedyville was easily tracked up, and the man pushed the door open into the pawnshop, and the spirit also entered the shop through the wall.
The man said something to the shop owner, but he used Afrikaans, and the werewolf youth could not understand. The pawnshop boss carefully looked at the little punk for a while, then finally nodded.
It does not seem to rob the pawnshop. Bedyville is a bit puzzled. So what exactly does this little punk want to do?
The shop owner looked around and confirmed that no one else saw it. This is actually superfluous, because this dilapidated old town is usually desolate, and there are almost no people near the boss's pawnshop. When the man was too careful, the old man who was thin and thin thought that there was no problem, he opened the front door of the shop counter and waved to the little gang to follow.
interesting. Bedyville can't help but think. Made so mysterious, are these guys going to do something illegal? This may be an organized and premeditated crime, and Juggernaut Yak may be the mastermind behind this criminal gang. `If ​​the man tracked by Bedieville had some kind of activity in the previous period and got an extra amount of money, then his next action is estimated to be the same thing. After tracking for so long, the case has finally got a bit of eyebrows, and if you continue to follow it, you may be able to show the whereabouts of Jacques St.
The pawnshop owner took the little punk and walked in from the iron gate behind the counter. He was very cautious. When he first entered, he took the iron gate and put the door to death. However, the spirit of Bradyville's manipulation is not afraid of the door and the lock, it can pass through the wall. It slammed into the iron gate and squeezed into it.
As Betdiville envisioned, this so-called shop is actually a blind man, and it must have a more evil purpose in the back. Behind the iron gate is a deep passage leading to the ground, and the shop owner is walking with the little punk to the depths of the passage. If the spirit that Betteville is now manipulating has an olfactory sense, it will surely give the olfactory information back to the werewolf youth through the headband. However, even if it does not have a sense of smell, Bedieville can clearly feel the strong smell, because the wall of this deep passage, under the illumination of the owner's lantern, faintly reflects a dark red after blood coagulation.
What is the end of the passage? It is like a terrible underground slaughterhouse. Bedyville hesitated whether to keep up, but the shop owner had already hurriedly led the man in the slum and walked toward the passage. Bedyville was afraid to lose his goal and immediately followed. However, he did not go far in the passage, and immediately heard something in the darkness.
It was a shout from the ground.
auzw.com No, or it’s a cruel cheer, it’s more relevant.
When Bediwell’s eyes lit up and he saw what was going on in the bottom, he finally understood.
This is an illegal underground fight, the kind of video that is strangled by live broadcasts for the rich to place bets and entertainment.
The little punk that Beddyville is tracking is not to be said. There are about five or sixty people watching the audience in this underground fight. From the perspective of these people's rags, they may also be citizens in the slums, but with a few extra pocket money on hand, they can let this underground gambling. And these people are watching a 30-foot square, and there are two men fighting in the ring. This kind of fight is completely different from the boxing or wrestling competitions that Bedieville has in mind, because the people in the ring are all making bets with their own lives and attacking them to kill their opponents.
The two men who participated in the fight did not have weapons on their hands, but they used their claws to tear each other's face when they fight, biting the enemy's arm with their teeth, and slamming their opponent's with their knees. In short, they are doing everything they need. Make a move. There is almost no difference between fighting with the beasts, but those who are watching are able to see the strength and cheer for the fighters on the court with their most primitive and cruel cheers.
Seeing here, Bediville probably knows how things should be displayed. That's right, one of the fighters on the field has been unable to do so and will soon be defeated. He couldn't afford to fall under the elbow of a vicious opponent. The experienced Buddiville of course has a clear understanding. The man's cervical vertebrae have been completely crushed by elbows. This person wants to climb again and is estimated to rely on miracles.
And this man's opponent - another thin man from the slums - is almost exhausted, with countless wounds and almost a blood. The audience who lost in gambling threw things like tokens into a broken hat belonging to the man, and frantically cursed the man who fell. On this side, the slum gangster that Bediville was originally responsible for was also left with only one crotch, ready to go to the ring for the competition.
It’s a waste of time. Beddyville couldn’t help but wonder. For a long time, the "extra economic source" of the man he was following was not Juggernaut, but this sad underground fight. Regardless of the win-loss of the next game, Bedieville already knows the ins and outs of the matter, and does not seem to continue to follow the need.
The spirits that the werewolf youth manipulated began to take off and planned to leave from this underground fight. However, at this time, something suddenly caught the eye of Bedieville.
That is... a boy!
That's right, the player who won the game has been exhausted and replaced. Instead, it was a ragged teenager. This kid is really skinny, I am afraid that the most skinny person that Biddiville has seen in this life. He looked pale and white, but he was going to fight in this cruel game!
This child can't win! Even if the child's opponent, the slum's punk, is thin and hungry, the child's disadvantage is obviously bigger. Just look at the shape, even the blind man knows who will win this game. !
So the murderous smirk of the audience. In addition to pastimes, these guys come here, of course, the main purpose is gambling. The difference in strength between the two players is so great that there is no need to consider how to bet.
However, Bediville saw that the owner of the shop as a banker had a slight blackmail on his face. This kind of disparity game should not exist, otherwise it is definitely a bookmaker in the bet. However, the bookmaker is so confident that it must be tricky.
Sure enough, the moment when the downfall began -
lb! With one click, the game is over.
No, this is not a game at all.
The emaciated, scary teenager, rushed forward as soon as he started the game, punching his opponent's lower abdomen and opening a huge hole in the little punk's belly that Beddyville was tracking. The little punk fell!
This is not a game at all, this is spike!