I Am Not Really Related

The interior of Meteor Street has very clean streets and neat and beautiful houses.

It seems to divide the inside and outside of Meteor Street into the difference between heaven and hell!

Obviously, those who are eligible to live in 'Paradise' cannot be good people, only those with power in Meteor Street are eligible to live there, and often such people have blood on their hands, Not a good person.

But despite this, it still can't stop the people on the periphery from yearning for 'heaven'!

Clean water, soft bread, sweet jam, and fresh air.

However, more than 95% of the residents living in the periphery of Meteor Street will not be able to enjoy it in their lifetime.

People from the outside only see Meteor Street as a dump, a waste dump, an 'abandoned place' and so on.

But in fact, after so many years of development, Meteor Street is also full of forces, and has always been under the secret jurisdiction of the Presbyterian Church.

Where there are people, there are fights, and if you want to develop, you must have rules!

So don't look at Meteor Street as scary and chaotic, and people are often killed just because of a little food, but the real order has always been hidden under this chaos.

Like trading!

Anything of value can only be exchanged for food and weapons if it is circulated.

Otherwise, it's just rubbish!

Therefore, the greatest contribution made by the Association of Elders to Meteor Street is to build a unique economic system, recycle the collected waste to generate economic value, and then purchase the materials they need from the underworld forces, and even transport talents.

It is precisely because of the perfect closed-loop economic system that Meteor Street can support nearly 10 million abandoned people!

As small as a part, as large as a scrapped car, all are clearly marked, and you can exchange for anything you want!

Of course, the Council of Elders also took this opportunity to amass a large amount of wealth, and its strength continued to grow.

It's just that there is a thorn stuck in their throats all the time, making them unhappy but at the same time not daring to remove it casually.

That force is called Akatsuki!

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The sixth block of Meteor Street is neither inside nor outside, but it is a very special area in Meteor Street.

Originally, like other neighborhoods, it was full of garbage, and people lived in dirty and messy streets.

But the current Sixth Street District is extremely clean and tidy, and it is almost difficult to see those disgusting garbage.

And a small square was even built in the center of the sixth block. There was no musical fountain or celebrity statues in the square, only a huge black stone tablet rising from the ground!

If you look carefully, you can still see a lot of text on it, and it keeps changing.

From time to time, someone walked into the building next to him full of expectations, and then walked out again with a satisfied smile.

False Paradise - cannibalism without spitting out bones!

A real paradise - as long as you are willing to move bricks, you will not starve to death!

Maybe those guys who are trying to get rich overnight are racking their brains to enter the 'inner city' and become a master.

But only those who really have great wisdom know that the sixth block of Meteor Street is the place of hope!

After passing the small boundary marker that encloses the entire Sixth Street, Zhenyang came to the place where the hope is.

Here, kunai is a status symbol.

Every member who passes the assessment and enters the Akatsuki organization will distribute a kunai. Originally, Zhenyang wanted them to use them as weapons for self-defense, but he did not expect that over time, the meaning represented by this kunai has exceeded its value as a combat weapon. .

Quietly came to the second floor, and saw a 20-year-old girl with short hair and innocent appearance dozing off, half of her glasses had fallen off, and the two lumps of fat in front were squeezed and deformed.

Sleeping during working hours, it seems that you don't want this month's salary.

Zhen Yang came in front of the other party, and with a snap, flicked on the other party's forehead.

The other party woke up in pain, and then looked at it with a slightly blank look, Eh? Why can't I see anything? Is it dark?

Seeing the other party's naturally dumbfounded look, Zhenyang had no choice but to help her straighten her glasses, Did you see it now?

The girl who regained her light let out an oh, and then tilted her head, Hello, if you need to receive the task, you can go to the stone tablet by yourself, and if you want to exchange things, it's on the first floor.

Boom!

Before she finished speaking, the girl had another thump in her head!

If you can't remember who I am within three seconds, you can pack up and leave, Comrade Xiaodi.

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Welcome back, boss!

So I don't have a name?

Uh, does the boss have a name?

Your head is gone!

Ah, I remembered, the boss's name is Needle Eye Tease Nicole!

I just killed you, hello!

Zhenyang went up with a cross lock, strangling Xiaodi's neck.

Clap clap!

Seeing Xiaodi patting Zhenyang's arm, he said with difficulty: I can't breathe anymore. Zhenyang.

snort!

Only then did Zhenyang let go of her, and then tidied up his messy clothes.

Very well, you saved your job at the last second, I hope you can continue to work hard in the future.

Zhen Yang unceremoniously pushed Xiao Di away from the seat, and then sat down by himself.

Because this is where he belongs!

And Xiao Di, who was a little dazed naturally, and also had serious forgetfulness, started to be dazed again. After standing for less than three seconds, his eyelids started to fight.

Hey, did you listen to me? Zhenyang had to pat the table vigorously a few times to wake up Xiaodi's sleeping fighting spirit.

Huh? Is it time for lunch? Huh? Why are you sitting in my seat?

Zhenyang gritted his teeth, the veins around his temples bulged, and several 'well' characters appeared!

I'm your boss, this is my position!

Oh, since you like to sit, I'll give it to you.

Click!

Zhenyang accidentally crushed the solid wood handrail.

Huh? What's the sound? Forget it doesn't matter, by the way, what's for lunch?

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Why on earth did I hire a natural guy with amnesia to be my assistant? !

Zhenyang scratched his hair in pain, looking suspicious of life.

Huh~ The world is so beautiful, but I'm so irritable, it's not good, it's not good.

After pulling out two handfuls of his hair, Zhenyang finally calmed down. After all, he was already mentally prepared, wasn't he.

Little drop, huh? Where's the person?

Looking up again, everyone has already gone out.

Then Zhenyang heard Xiaodi's voice from the first floor, Dinner is ready, did you actually eat fish today? Where did you get the fish? Is there any fish in Meteor Street?

Click!

This time, the entire chair shattered to the ground.

PS: Thanks to Ren Cangtianji, book friend 20200411173942686, book friend 20200327111914223, and book friend 2020061819260697 for their rewards. I will spend the New Year with my mother today, and I wish every book friend and family member of a book friend good health~