"Are you sure this is the place?"
Thor looked around skeptically. Dressed like a tourist, he stood on an old platform. In front of him was a pockmarked concrete pillar, and overhead were rust-covered iron beams. Aside from them, there were only a few dozen passengers on the platform, all of whom appeared to be locals.
"That's right, this is the place." Set, also dressed like a tourist but with his head wrapped up tightly, sounded utterly certain. Then he smiled. "Important figures like you probably only ever set your sights on first- and second-tier cities. After all, those places have plenty of IMAX screens, and lots of rich people willing to spend hundreds or thousands on a Captain America figurine or something with your face printed on it. But this country also has plenty of fourth- and fifth-tier towns like this one, obscure and unnoticed. The only time outsiders might hear of them is when they get caught up in some bizarre local news story.
"Prices here may be lower than in the big cities, but incomes are even lower. The economy has no vitality, young people cannot find suitable jobs, and with housing prices so high, many are forced to leave and work in the big cities. The population has been in a state of net outflow for years. Only the elderly remain, and economic development only gets worse."
"Why are you telling me this?" Thor said coldly. "Let me remind you one more time: I've already crushed seven of your ribs. If you can't lead me to my wife before sunset tonight, I'll crush every remaining bone in your body one by one, then cut off your head and sew it onto a dog's neck. Your jackal head suits a dog pretty well anyway."
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