Chapter 42 The Secret of the Black Core


Chapter 42 The Secret of Black Core

In an inconspicuous edge corner of the black market, there are stalls erected casually, with a dirt slope behind them.

Zhang Hao and his two dark-skinned brothers were sitting on the edge of the slope.

Zhang Hao looks to be in his 40s, and the two dark-skinned brothers also look very old. The three of them are sitting together, looking like farmers digging in the fields in the last era.

He has a simple temperament, a mature face, and the sunken wrinkles between his eyebrows reveal sadness.

Nowadays, those who have a piece of land to grow vegetables are the rich and powerful, which is a kind of high-end entertainment that returns to nature.

What the people at the bottom eat are synthetic meat and synthetic vegetables 3D printed by factory machines according to program instructions.

The texture of each piece of meat and vegetables is the same, so you don’t have to worry about picking when you go shopping. The shelf life of the vacuum bag packaging is very long, and each one is labeled, without any additives or side effects. , can be eaten with confidence.

Zhang Hao held the cigarette butt between his index finger and thumb, took a deep sip, and asked: "That boy from the incineration plant, hasn't he been here for a while?"

Swarthy Face No. 1: "Well, I haven't been here."

Zhang Hao frowned: "No evil corpses have been transported into the incineration plant recently?"

Swarthy Face No. 1: "Yes, he went to the entrance of the incineration plant two days ago and counted them. On average, there are evil corpses transported every day. Get in the car.”

Swarthy Face No. 1 pointed his finger at Dark Face No. 2, who nodded silently.

Zhang Hao took another puff of cigarette: "It's bad luck that you didn't burn out the black core?"

Swarthy Face No. 1 shook his head again: "He followed that kid for a while on the road. The road was tested with a tester and it showed residual values. ”

Dark-faced No. 2 continued to nod.

Zhang Hao frowned and said in a deep voice: "There are residual values, indicating that there is a black core, but it is not on him. That kid has transferred it to someone else. There are other people in District 9 who are also collecting black cores. ”
Swarthy No. 1 wanted to speak again, Zhang Hao became irritated, stared at his eyes and growled: "Don't always speak for him, he doesn't have a mouth, you let him speak for himself."

Swarthy No. 1 said oh.

Swarthy No. 2 had been poking ants with his stick, lowering his head. Now he had to speak. It seemed that his brain was a bit overwhelmed, so he threw away the stick in distress. There were already a ground full of ants at his feet.

"There's a new kid at the incineration plant. The test value is very high." Dark No. 2 raised his head and replied with a slight stutter.

Zhang Hao understood what he was saying, and he felt a little relieved, but at the same time he was very confused: "Since no one else is collecting the black core, why did the new kid at the incineration plant take the black core by himself instead of Come to our place and sell it for money?”

黝Black No. 1 was not very smart and had never thought that deeply. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly: "Did that guy discover the secret of Black Core?"

Swarthy No. 2 was indifferent. With his face still expressionless, he picked up the stick and dug his fingers through the ant corpses stuck to it.

He twirled his fingers and uttered four words: "Kill, I'll go."

Zhang Hao was thinking about it, but before he could figure it out, he saw the stall on the ground stained by a few muddy shoe soles.

"I've asked, you are the only one buying black cores in the black market, right?"

Qian Hao stepped on the stall, looked at the three of them, and asked politely road.

The few boys following him all had daggers or iron bars on their waists. They stood casually, and their expressions all showed the ferocity of gangsters unique to numbers.

Zhang Hao stood up and walked over, his wrinkled face squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape, and said with a smile: "It's me, do you want to sell black core?"

Dark-faced No. 1 sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and followed closely. Dark-faced No. 2 lowered his head expressionlessly, playing with the stick and poking at the ants.

Qian Hao sneered: "Sell, no, no, no, you misunderstood. We are here to buy black cores. We will take them all, no matter how many black cores you have."

Some people nearby looked over in surprise and curiosity.

Zhang Hao's heart sank and he asked tentatively: "Do you want black core?"

Before Qian Hao could say anything, an impatient younger brother behind him scolded: " Why do you come up with so much nonsense about what our boss wants? Hurry up and take out as much as you can.”

Qian Hao waited for his younger brother to finish scolding him. He looked at the silent middle-aged man in front of him, frowned slightly, touched the dagger at his waist with one hand, and patted the latter's shoulder gently with the other hand.

“Don’t worry, we won’t short-change your money. We’ll take whatever you charge at 20% off.”

In Qian Hao’s dictionary, you can pay at 20% off. , it is definitely a merciful high price.

Zhang Hao realized that this wave of gangsters was different from those who were curious and inquiring in the past. These people were really here to steal the black core.

In other words, these people know the secret of the Black Core, or in other words, the boss behind them knows the secret of the Black Core?

Seeing that Zhang Hao remained silent, Qian Hao's face suddenly turned gloomy. He pinched the latter's shoulder with a slight force, pinching out a few bruises through his clothes. "You won't tell me that you don't plan to sell it to us, right?" Qian Hao asked cryptically.

Zhang Hao's face hurt, and his body subconsciously dwindled by half. The hand behind his back stopped Dark No. 1 from moving forward.

He bowed his head and apologized with a smile: "Don't dare, we will sell it to you."

Qian Haosong loosened his fingers: "Where is the thing, please take it out?"


Zhang Hao: "The things are in the house where our brothers live. In this way, at this time tomorrow, we will bring all the black cores, and you can bring the money to get them."

Qian Hao raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You are not Are you going to lie to me and run away?"

Zhang Hao shook his head vigorously: " We are all blank citizens and can’t leave the ninth district at all, and it’s just one night. We’re not stupid enough to know that we can’t escape.”

Qian Hao seemed to believe it and said, “Okay, just one night.” , we will pick it up at this time tomorrow."

After that, Qian Hao took the people away.

After a while, Zhang Hao and the others sneaked out of the black market without even paying attention to the stalls.

Not far away, in a dark corner, Qian Hao stared coldly at the direction the three of them were leaving, and followed them quietly with his brothers.

Qian Hao didn’t know, but in this episode, Huang Mao and Hong Mao, who had just died, looked familiar.

20 minutes later.

Under a bridge in a remote place next to the river.

There were corpses scattered on the ground, with fear and distortion on every face. Especially the eye sockets were smashed, and white tofu gushes out, turning the eye holes into a gloomy white color.

Qian Hao was lying on the ground dying, with a tree branch stuck in his right eye socket, and the corpses of ants were still stuck to the stick.

The battle happened so fast, almost in just one breath, all the people Qian Hao led were dead. He was the only one left, and his eyes were poked out.

It’s terrible.

This is definitely not the fighting power that a gang level or a black marketeer should have.

It was even difficult for Qian Hao to judge the opponent's strength, because he had never seen such a brutal but satisfying killing before.

The Green Wolf Gang’s thugs also have some warriors, but most of them are first- and second-level warriors. Boss Zheng is already the most capable third-level warrior in the gang.

Further up, Qian Hao has never seen anyone with that kind of strength join a gang.

However, even Boss Zheng may not be able to match the strength revealed in that moment by the black face who just took a tree branch and stringed up people's eyeballs.

Qian Hao couldn't understand why such a cruel guy would stay in the black market with no future. The most important thing is to collect worthless black cores.

Don't be so low-key. Will we crash into the iron plate without realizing it and kill ourselves?

Zhang Hao squatted half-crouched in front of Qian Hao, his smiling face like an old farmer fell back into Qian Hao's only remaining eye, making people tremble from the bottom of his soul.

“I know you have a lot of questions.”

“Don’t ask, save time, your life is short, you just need to answer my questions.”
< br>Qian Hao gritted his teeth. Although he was afraid, since he was going to die, he would not say another word.

Zhang Hao seemed to guess Qian Hao's thoughts, and the next words he said calmly made Qian Hao's hair stand on end.

He said: "If you don't tell me, I will keep hanging on to your life. Don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good. I can ensure that the ants eat half of your heart, liver and lungs, and you can still follow it with a clear head. I'm talking."

When his chest was cut open by a tree branch and the first ant crawled on his heart, Qian Hao collapsed.

“Tell me, who asked you to collect black cores?”

“Brother Bin, it was Brother Bin who asked us to come.”

"Why does Brother Bin want a black core?"

"I don't know, Brother Bin didn't say it, I really don't know, don't let it bite me, it hurts so much——"< br>
(End of this chapter)