Vol 8 Chapter 1058: : Can't provoke

In the towns and towns outside the chariot, Du Di'an did not see the beautiful air rails, nor the shiny steel buildings, only the ordinary concrete and brick-built bungalows, as well as many plain civilians riding on rusty bicycles. Interspersed in the streets, like the old feelings of the 1980s, far from the prosperous downtown area full of future technology.
He also saw the scavengers lying on the side of the road, scrawny, surrounded by flies, surrounded by civilians to avoid it, and covered his nose.

The factory is in the suburbs?
Dudian asked, asking Rocco.
Rocco instinctively trembled, and quickly said: "Mr. Du is not safe, the wilderness outside the factory, there is still a long way to go, but the speed of our Pusley chariot will soon arrive."
Du Dian frowned slightly and said: "This city is built by your ancestors. Since there are not so many people in the city, why should we enclose such a large area?"
Rocco smiled bitterly: "In the past, the population of our city was much more than it is now. Later, because of the pollution of water resources, more and more people were infected by nuclear radiation, which affected fertility, resulting in a slow decline in the number of offspring, and in the city. After the establishment of government agencies in the central government, people in the fringe also slowly migrated to the city center. Over time, the towns and villages near the city center were overcrowded, while the suburbs became ghost towns, uninhabited. Only these scavengers were Those living in ghost towns."
Du Dian silently.
Just then, there was a sudden gunshot in front.
Du Di'an and Rocco looked forward and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a large belly-bellied police officer shaking the window and firing a scavenger in front of the road.
The chariot quickly passed by the scavengers who had been killed. A corpse fell to the ground. It was a seven- or eight-year-old child, and his eyes stared straight at one place forever.
"Why are they called scavengers?" Dudian's gaze removed from the body and looked out at the suburban road outside the window, asking Rocco.
Rocco slightly covered his nose and his brow wrinkled. It seemed that there was a bad smell smelling through the window. Seeing Du Di'an asking, he did not hide his dislike and disgust, saying: "These things are like mice, looking for food everywhere. No matter what they eat, they are called scavengers. They are all bacteria and viruses. Mr. Du must not be close. Some viruses, even those like Mr. Du, may not be able to resist, and These things can’t be killed, kill a batch, and they will come out again.

When he heard him, Du Di'an's brow couldn't help but wrinkle. He noticed that Rocco used the "these things" twice to call these scavengers. This should have been his kind, and to listen to this, the scavengers were only nuclear. People who are seriously infected with radiation, such as Rocco and the urban elites of the middle-aged people who have encountered the tuxedo before, only know that these scavengers eat anything, but have not thought that if they are not too hungry, who is willing to eat garbage?
Compassion and compassion are for the weak, but these scavengers are in their eyes, perhaps even the weak are not counted, just as the first reaction that people see is to take up the slippers and kill them.
The discrimination caused by this kind of territory has never disappeared since the old days. Just like
outsiders
and
country people
, even those who open their mouths will not feel that they have discriminatory meanings, but only Just as a name.
Thinking of this, Du Di'an had a feeling of boring, leaning back on the back of the seat, and the body slowly swayed with the chariot, and the thoughts drifted away and became fascinating.
Half an hour later, the chariot drove from a dry plain to a green field. There were more than a dozen huge windmills outside the green space. In addition, the ground was covered with a lot of solar panels to absorb heat.
Xue Han pushed the door open and jumped first, followed by Rocco.
Du Di'an also got up, bent down and got off the ground, and the foot naturally stepped down from Song Ming's face.
After getting off at Duduan, Song Ming immediately rolled over and felt that his neck was twisted a bit stiff. Like a stiff neck, he bit his teeth and twisted it hard. He only heard the neck bones bang, but he was so comfortable, but his face was hot. The pain was still there. He clenched his fist and didn't dare to look at the snow culvert outside the car. He just hurriedly glanced down from her clothes and knew her position. Then she jumped out of the car, clenched her fists, and resentment in her heart. Very incomparably, staring at Du Di'an with contempt.
Du Dian turned his head and saw Song Ming's gaze. He smiled and said: "You can hate me, but you can't provoke me, do you know?"
Song Ming felt only one anger rushed to the top of his head, almost bursting out, but he still resisted it, turned his head, clenched his fist, and his body trembled slightly. Du Di'an’s words were straightforward. That is, you can hate him, but you can't show it in front of him. Even if you hate, you can only hate it!
This is not to put him in the eyes, completely contempt!
Xue Han looked at Song Ming and saw his fist trembled slightly. He sighed in his heart. She knew that Song Ming had always been face-to-face, and she was very proud. Now she is completely despised. It is estimated that she has hated madness.
However, seeing that Song Ming could hold back without a seizure, she was relieved a few points and looked at him a lot.
"Mr. Du, please." Rocco spoke in time. It seemed to be a round for Song Ming, but his heart was very happy. In his eyes, Song Ming and Du Di'an are no different. They are ugly Mozu warriors, and they are also self-proclaimed. Protoss? Pooh!
Rocco took the road forward, Du Di'an and Xue Han followed, Song Ming fell to the end.
Walking and walking, Du Dian suddenly went back to the palm of his hand and slammed it. He slammed, and Song Ming was caught off guard. He was thrown down by a slap, fell on the grass, looked at Du Di'an with a dull face, but he was puzzled, but soon he became jealous. The anger is mad. He grabs the grass on the ground with his palms, crushes the grass, trembles with his body, and almost suppresses the martyrdom: "What do you do?!"
Xue Han and Rocco also had some doubts, watching Du Di'an speak and stop.
"I said, you can hate me, but don't provoke me." Du Di'an retracted his palm and said faintly: "There is a killing behind me, that is, you are not right."
Xue Han and Rocco stunned, Xue Han quickly stepped forward to help Song Ming, said: "Wait to go back and say, you go with me."
Song Ming opened her palm, biting her teeth, and hurriedly walked forward, and soon opened a few people.
Rocco coughed softly and said: "Mr. Du, please here."
A few people walked to the middle of the grass. Behind several rows of solar panels, there was a small bungalow, made of metal. Du Dian glanced at the underside of the bungalow with a perspective. There was no hole in the sky. It was a underground processing factory, very wide, with many machinery and workers. .
There is a guard in front of the small bungalow, stopping Song Ming in front. "Please show your identity card."
Song Ming was furious and shouted: "Oh, your dog's eyes, Laozi just left here, you can't see?!"
Several guards were slightly cold, and one of them raised the suspected laser gun and said: "If I don't show my identity card, I will shoot!"
Song Ming was so angry that his body was straight and his face was blue and green. He found his identity card from his pocket and threw it on the guard.
The guard glanced and nodded and returned the identity card to him.
"Several watchdogs wait for Laozi!" Song Ming put away his identity card and angered into the small bungalow.
Rocco took Du Di'an and Xue Han to the guard and showed a document in his hand. The guard opened it and nodded, sideways.
There is an elevator in the small bungalow that leads to the underground factory.
On the first floor of the factory, Du Di'an and saw a huge gold sculpture, a beautiful and beautiful oriental face youth.
"This is the founder of our Lockheed consortium, Lockebock." Rocco saw the gold sculpture, respectful and introduced to Du Di'an.
"This is the handsome guy I have seen after the of technology, close to perfection." The next side of Xue Han glanced at the face of the gold sculpture with a smile on his face.
Du Dian said faintly: "The perfect person is God."
"The of technology is the perfect god!" Roco smiled.
"The perfect is the devil." Du Dian said indifferently.
Luo Ke and Xue Han glanced, his face disappeared, Roco frowned: "Mr. Du, the words can not be said, the of technology is a felony, well, let's go." Finished, brought Du Di'an to In front of the office on the first floor of the underground processing plant.
Knock on the door.
"Come in."
Rocco stepped in. Inside was a rugged, bold-headed brawny man sitting in a rotating office chair with two bottles of red wine on the table in front and a few thick gold rings on his fingers. Going up to the rustic.
"Manager." Rocco complimented.
The strong man looked up and looked at Du Di'an at a glance. He sweared: "Is that the Mozu?"
"This is Mr. Dudian, from the Devil's Wall." Rocco was very gracious.
The brawny snorted and got up and said: "I know, there is nothing wrong with you here, go back."
Rocco nodded and turned away from the office, and his mission ended.
"You come with me." The strong man said to Du Di'an and walked straight out of the office.