Dudian didn't see the gorgeous sky railway nor the shining steel buildings in the town outside the chariot. There were only ordinary bungalows made of concrete and bricks. There were many civilians riding rusty bicycles on the streets. It was an old-fashioned feeling of the 1980s. It was a far cry from the bustling urban area that was full of futuristic sense of technology.
He also saw ragged scavengers lying on the roadside. They were skinny and surrounded by flies. The civilians around them avoided them and covered their noses.
"Is the factory in the suburbs?" Dean asked Roke.
Roke instinctively trembled and quickly said: "Mr. Dean, don't be impatient. It's in the wilderness on the outskirts of the factory. It's a long way from here. But with the speed of our Pushcart, we'll be there soon."
Dean slightly frowned: "This city was built by your ancestors. Since the population of the city isn't so large, why did they encircle such a large area?"
Roke smiled: "In the past, the population of the city was much larger than it is now. Later, because of the pollution of water resources, more and more people were infected by the nuclear radiation. It affected fertility and led to a gradual decrease in the number of offspring. Moreover, after the establishment of the government in the center of the city, people in the periphery slowly migrated to the center of the city. After a long time, the towns near the center of the city were overcrowded. The suburbs became ghost towns. No one lived there. Only those damn scavengers lived in those ghost towns."
Dean was silent.
At this moment, gunshots suddenly came from the front.
Dean and Rocco looked ahead and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a police officer rolling down the window of a Prius tank in front of them. He shot and killed a scavenger who was blocking the road.
The Pushcart quickly passed by the scavengers. A body fell on the ground. It was a seven or eight-year-old child. His eyes were fixed on one place.
"Why are they called scavengers?" Dean looked at the suburban road outside the window and asked Roke. Roke slightly covered his nose and frowned.
Rocco slightly covered his nose as he frowned. It seemed that he could smell something bad even through the window. He didn't hide his disgust and disgust: "These things are like rats. They look for food everywhere. They eat everything. That's why we call them scavengers. Their bodies are full of bacteria and viruses. Mr Dean shouldn't get close to them. Even a demon warrior like you may not be able to resist some of the viruses. Moreover, these things can't be killed. Once you kill a batch, another batch will come out."
Dean could not help but frown when he heard his words. He noticed that Rocco had used 'these things' twice in a row to address these scavengers. These scavengers should be his kind, and listening to his words, these scavengers were just people who were seriously infected by nuclear radiation. Rocco and the middle-aged man in tuxedo were the elites in the urban area. They only knew that these scavengers would eat anything, but they never thought that if they were not too hungry, who would be willing to eat garbage?
Sympathy and mercy were for the weak. But in their eyes, perhaps these scavengers were not even weak. It was just like people's first reaction when they saw cockroaches was to pick up a slipper and kill it.
This type of regional discrimination had existed from the olden era until now, never disappearing, just like 'outsiders' and 'country bumpkins'. It was to the extent where the one who spoke wouldn't even feel like their words carried any discrimination, but rather treated it as a form of address.
Dean had a dull feeling as he thought of this. He leaned back on the seat. His body slightly swayed along with the chariot. His thoughts gradually drifted away as he was lost in thought.
Half an hour later, the Pushcart drove from a dry plain to a green space. There were more than a dozen huge windmills outside the green space. In addition, there were a lot of solar panels on the ground to absorb heat.
Xue Han opened the door and took the lead to jump out. Roke followed her.
Dean also got up and bent down to get off the car. His feet naturally stepped on Song Ming's face.
After Dean got off the car, Song Ming immediately turned over and climbed up. He felt that his neck was a little stiff, like a stiff pillow. He gritted his teeth and twisted it hard. He only heard the sound of his neck bones cracking. He felt a lot more comfortable, but the burning pain on his face was still there. He clenched his fists and didn't dare to look at Xue Han outside the car. He just hurriedly glanced under her clothes to know her position. Then he jumped out of the car. He clenched his fists and stared at Dean with resentment in his heart.
Dean turned his head and saw Song Ming's eyes. He faintly smiled and said, "You can hate me, but you can't provoke me. Do you understand?"
Song Ming felt a burst of anger rushing to the top of his head. He almost broke out, but he still endured it. He turned his head and clenched his fists. His body trembled slightly. Dean's words meant that he could hate him, but he couldn't show it in front of him. Even if he hated him, he could only hate him from the bottom of his heart!
These words completely didn't put him in his eyes and completely despised him!
Xue Han glanced at Song Ming and saw his slightly trembling fists. She sighed in her heart. She knew that Song Ming always wanted to save face and was incomparably proud. Now that he was completely despised, she guessed that his heart was filled with hatred.
However, seeing that Song Ming was able to hold back his anger, she was a little relieved. At the same time, she had a higher opinion of him.
"Mr. Dean, please." Roke timely opened his mouth. It seemed that he was trying to smooth things over for Song Ming, but he was very happy in his heart. In his eyes, there was no difference between Song Ming and Dean. They were both ugly demon warriors. Bah!
Roke led the way forward. Dean and Xue Han kept up with Song Ming at the end.
Suddenly, Dean slapped Song Ming's face. Song Ming was caught off guard and fell down on the grass. He looked at Dean with a dull face. He was puzzled, but soon his eyes turned red. He grabbed the grass on the ground and crushed it. His body trembled in anger. He almost suppressed his anger and roared: "What are you doing?!"
Xue Han and Roke also had some doubts. They looked at Dean and wanted to say something but stopped.
"I said, you can hate me, but don't provoke me." Dean took back his palm and lightly said: "It's your fault to show killing intent behind my back."
Xue Han and Roke quickly came forward to help Song Ming: "Let's go back and talk about it. You go in front with me."
Song Ming shook off her palm. He gritted his teeth and quickly walked forward. He soon got rid of several people.
Roke coughed and said: "Mr. Dean, this way please."
They walked to the middle of the grass. Behind a few rows of solar panels, there was a small bungalow made of metal. Dean used his x-ray vision to glance at the bungalow. Sure enough, it was an underground processing plant. It was very wide, with a lot of machinery and workers.
There was a guard in front of the bungalow. He stopped Song Ming: "Please show your ID card."
Song Ming roared in anger: "Are your dog eyes blind? I just left here. Can't you see?!"
Several guards looked cold. One of them raised a laser gun: "If you don't show your ID card, I will shoot!"
Song Ming's body trembled. He took out the ID card from his pocket and threw it at the guard.
The guard looked at it and nodded. He returned the ID card to him.
"Watchdogs, wait for me!" Song Ming put away the ID card and angrily walked into the bungalow.
Roke took Dean and Xue Han to the guard. He showed them a document. The guard opened it and looked at it. He nodded and let them pass.
There was an elevator in the bungalow that led to the underground factory.
Dean saw a huge golden sculpture on the first floor of the factory. It was a handsome young man with an oriental face.
"This is the founder of the Rockwell consortium, Rockwell Polk." Roke introduced the golden sculpture to Dean in a respectful manner.
"This is the most handsome man I have ever seen, second only to the god of science and technology. He is close to perfection." Xue Han looked at the face of the golden sculpture and smiled.
Dean lightly said: "The perfect person is the god."
"The god of science and technology is the perfect god!" Roke laughed.
"The perfect god is the devil." Dean indifferently said.
Roke and Xue Han were surprised. The smile on their faces disappeared. Roke frowned: "Mr. Dean, slander the god of science and technology is a felony. Well, let's go." He took Dean to the office on the first floor of the underground processing plant.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Luo Ke pushed the door open and entered. Inside was a burly man with thick arms and a round head. He was sitting on a swivel office chair with two bottles of red wine on the table in front of him. He wore a few thick gold rings on his fingers and looked very rustic.
"Manager." Roke called out in a respectful tone.
The burly man looked up and his eyes fell on Dean's body: "Is this the devil?"
"This is Mr. Dean from the magic wall." Roke replied politely.
The burly man snorted and got up: "I know. There is nothing for you to do here. Go back."
Rocco nodded, turned around, and left the office. His mission was over.
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