She's A Rainbow

Foreword:

There is no progress without struggle.

[Part 1: I've struck gold!]

Beside the post office in Heung Wan, Leslie opened the package sent by G117. Inside a large leather suitcase were a dozen or so bloody lizardman heads. The sight made him feel nauseous yet exhilarated.

These damned drug dealers should have died long ago, yet they are able to lord it over the world, harming his parents and wielding the power of life and death.

As Lawrence Madison said--

Whoever controls the land controls the source of wealth.

This supreme power allowed the Little Brotherhood decide the main industries in Clearwater Bay, and to determine how people lived and died.

Neither of these gangs are any good!

Leslie was seething with hatred, but she could only obediently follow the Cult Leader's orders and deliver these valuable gifts to Zero Platform.

He had a very difficult journey. He couldn't bring any other helpers, and just carrying the heavy boxes exhausted him. When he arrived at the guiding road, panting, and passed through three checkpoints and five obstacles, he bumped into the military officer of the Little Brotherhood. He explained his purpose to Black Gloves, put down his things, and was about to leave.

The Black Gloves calmly stopped Leslie, the middleman for Silver Bay, saying, "Sit down and have a drink. The Cult Leader wants to speak with you."

Leslie gave an evasive answer, "We have nothing to talk about."

Black Gloves: "Let's talk about work, let's talk about Glory."

After a long while, Leslie hesitated for a very long time.

He didn't know where this female devil had come from, but he had a vague feeling that this woman, like him, hated these drug dealers.

You can't hide the look in your eyes when you like someone, and similarly, you can't hide the look in your eyes when you want to kill someone.

When G117 stepped into the phone booth, the murderous aura he exuded almost made Leslie's body temperature drop, and his hair stand on end.

He had seen many lowly laborers in Silver Bay. These thugs were hired by various gangs to carry out brawls, distribute equipment on the streets, and fight for territory with their gleaming knives. Occasionally, one or two of these mercenaries would muster their courage and reveal their murderous intent in their eyes.

But he had never met anyone like Glory before. Although she was expressionless, her murderous intent made people involuntarily keep their distance.

Like a general in the era of ancient Eastern and Western cold weapons, his presence alone could intimidate the enemy, making them afraid to confront him.

What are you spacing out about?

A shout pulled Leslie's Black Brother's soul back into his body.

Behind the screen, the Cult Leader appeared somewhat impatient.

"Throw the box over here."

Leslie did as she was told, and the heavy leather trunk was placed behind the screen.

There was a rustling sound of boxes being opened and goods being inspected, followed by the Cult Leader's joyful and incredulous roar.

The voice was strange and shrill, an uncontrollable outpouring of inner ecstasy.

"Well done! She did a great job!"

The lizardman's head inside the box represents a rival that the Cult Leader has been desperately trying to eliminate.

"Leslie! What does she want? Tell me what she really wants!"

The conversation shifted abruptly, Lawrence felt a strong sense of crisis, because Glory never seemed to have asked for any reward.

"Power? Territory? Or money? Is she lustful? Male or female? Tell me, tell me now!"

Leslie was taken aback by the Cult Leader's exaggerated and excited emotions and didn't reply for a moment.

The Cult Leader cursed, "Useless trash! Have you lost your mind?! I told you to treat this valiant and heroic guest well, and what have you done? Don't you even know what she wants?"

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh," Leslie replied hesitantly, "She wants money."

Cult Leader: "Just money?"

Leslie: "Yes, she just wants money, lots and lots of money."

Cult Leader: "How much?"

Leslie: "You decide."

Cult Leader: "What do you mean by 'give as you see fit'?"

Leslie: "That's exactly what she said. Just give me whatever you think is appropriate."

Right now, at this very moment--

Mr. Lawrence's brain was overloaded, and he could barely comprehend Glory's pleas.

It seems this woman really did steal "<The Starry Night>." Is she really that greedy? It must be related to her employer.

If Sanhe Town falls into the hands of the Little Brotherhood, its annual revenue will increase by 400 million yuan. That's a huge market with a population of 360,000 and 80,000 young adults. This land is incredibly fertile.

But what is this sense of crisis all about?

Lawrence felt intensely uneasy.

--There's always a nagging thought in my head, and it's saved me many times. It seems like G117 is an uncontrollable sword; she only asks me for money and doesn't mention anything else, which really confuses me.

What if someone else gives her more money?

The Cult Leader immediately asked, "Is she injured?"

Leslie immediately replied, "Completely unharmed."

The Cult Leader pressed further, "What about the clothes and armor?"

Leslie replied, "There's not even any blood on him."

These answers made the Cult Leader even more delighted, but also more vigilant.

Previously, when Leslie wiped out the entire Blood Knights at the train station, the intelligence she submitted mentioned that Glory needed to clean her blood-stained clothes and repair her equipment.

This time, when I go to kill the elders of the Star Realm Gang, I won't even need to wash my clothes.

This suspicion lasted only a moment before the Cult Leader lowered his guard and was completely overwhelmed by Glory's power.

Because he couldn't refuse--

--Like a potent drug, it's simply impossible to resist.

In the past, dealing with a stubborn family organization Star Realm Gang required spending huge sums of money to hire armed personnel, gradually taking over shops in the city, and using contracts or verbal promises to reason with the leaders of neighborhood associations. However, it was difficult to eradicate them completely.

These dozen or so heads almost single-handedly killed all of the Star Realm Gang's senior management. The huge power vacuum will plunge Sanhe Town into chaos, allowing the Little Brotherhood to easily take over this new territory without bloodshed and saving countless expenses.

The Cult Leader then began to let his imagination run wild—

--If this "Sister Plus Money" could decapitate the clan power of the Yellowstone People, he only needed to kill a few high-ranking city planning officials, and Lawrence Madison could immediately arrange for others to fill those vacancies.

At that time, he will have the final say on where the new development zone in Clearwater Bay will be built, and the land extending outwards will give birth to new wealth. Perhaps Clearwater Bay will become another Sky Station, another Giant Mountain Station—except that the one issuing orders in the cabinet will not be Ming De, but Lawrence Madison.

Glory was like a rainbow-colored, sweet candy, turning Lawrence into a greedy little child.

"S272!"

He quickly grasped a crucial clue and discovered Glory's Achilles 'Vital Point.

"That's right! That's right! That must be it!"

He seemed possessed, muttering "[sisterly affection]" under his breath, thankful for his choice.

"Duran and Flavia are obedient because of this bond, and bond is priceless—so it's the same for the sisters Glory and Stas. I made the wisest decision!"

At first, he had no interest in the little girl S272. In his eyes, she was worthless. For a moment, he even considered killing her because of their theft of "<The Starry Night>." He thought about hiring an assassin to get rid of this burden, shifting all the blame onto the enemy, making Glory furious and crazy, and using her as a tool to kill.

But Lawrence ultimately did not do so.

Because success stories are right before our eyes--

--The unattached [White Paper Fan] only pursues power.

Because of his brotherhood, Black Gloves only thought about protecting his good brothers.

Because of their sisterly bond, both the black snake and the White Snake would obediently follow orders.

As for the most honest Fly Man, he was also a highly respected uncle in the Little Brotherhood. His friendship with the younger generation made him work diligently for the Religious order. He would complain about being tired, but he never complained about doing any work.

If you can control S272, you can control G117.

With that in mind, the Cult Leader instructed Leslie to continue investigating the two sisters' preferences, and ideally even to find out the characteristics of their ideal partners.

"I need to control one of them, preferably S272."

The Cult Leader immediately entered a blissful, ethereal state of fantasy.

"Who should we send? Who should we send? Puxi is not trustworthy. That girl just lost her father and has a grudge against Duran. Glory and Duran are very close—if she messes things up, I will have no choice but to break ties with these two sisters."

"The Fly Man is the best choice; he's obedient and absolutely loyal to the Religious order."

With that thought in mind, the Cult Leader behind the screen wrote down the order at the counter and handed it to the Fly Man.

Five minutes later, the Fly Man finished reading the plan, kept scratching his head, and finally took off his protective suit and mask, revealing his true face.

He was a thin man around forty years old, who looked like a farmer. He was from the same hometown as Duran and Black Gloves; they were all Bolivians.

"Cult Leader, did I hear that right? You're going to poison this little girl?"

Cult Leader: "Is there a problem?"

Fly Man: "They are all heroes of the Little Brotherhood."

The Cult Leader, "Glory is, but Stass is not. The principle I've told you most often is that the Little Brotherhood doesn't support useless people. If Stass can't create value, she's just a piece of trash. There's no progress without struggle—I want her to continue shining and contributing to the Religious order as a puppet. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Fly Man: "But..."

The Cult Leader: "There are no 'buts'. I'm just worried—the new recruits Duran and Flavia brought are of dubious origin, so I have to add an extra layer of insurance. This isn't your first time doing something like this, you don't need me to teach you, do you?"

"Fine, fine, fine." The Fly Man shrugged indifferently. Indeed, as the Cult Leader had said, the Fly Man's previous job was ground sales for the Little Brotherhood.

--So-called ground promotion involves running around all the shops in Clearwater Bay on foot, slowly persuading the shop owners and community opinion leaders with hallucinogenic drugs, so that they would obediently cooperate with drug trafficking.

As for the details of medication, how much to use to knock someone unconscious without killing them, and what type of drug to use to control someone's mind, the Fly Man has a scale in his heart; he's an old friend who's very skilled at it.

[Part ②: Extracting Marrow from Bones]

At this very moment, A Xing is in the hotel, completely unaware of what is about to happen. She doesn't know that Lawrence has his eye on her, nor does she know that the Little Brotherhood's second guardian is preparing to use drugs to control her mind.

It's quite a coincidence--

--Her weight and height are rare even in the Fly Man's rich history of poisoning. It is a difficult task to make such a petite girl obedient without causing her any hysteria that might arouse G117's suspicion.

The Fly Man's plan was that it would take at least two days to concoct the hallucinogen, and he would also need to capture some women of similar build to experiment on.

At this juncture, Xue Ming didn't stop for a moment. She kept investigating the armed structures of various nightclubs and bars, running all over Clearwater Bay.

Flavia returned to the Green Wine workshop to produce "Hard Goods" for the Little Brotherhood, a highly pure drug completely different from the candies from the Brown Sugar Factory.

Duran was under semi-house arrest by the Cult Leader at Zero Platform in Heung Wan, where his every move was monitored and he was unable to do anything.

Aside from finding amusement in the monitoring room in Hedland every day, the Cult Leader would issue new orders to the Black Gloves, gradually taking over the businesses around the train station and slowly encroaching on the shops in Sanhe Town.

Everything seemed so normal, without the slightest surprise. In Lawrence's eyes, Glory was like a country girl who had just come to the big city to make a living; she seemed to have a strong curiosity about anything new—when she went to a new store, she wanted to look at all the items in the wine cabinet.

But she doesn't like drinking and wouldn't do drugs.

It's been a very, very long time --

Lawrence remarked that it had been a long time since he had seen such a dedicated person.

She had no strange hobbies, didn't eat people, and rarely showed any desire to drink blood; she was practically an ascetic.

Leslie couldn't find anything useful. She disliked both men and women. When S272 was mentioned, she only gave it a few words in passing.

She spoke very little, yet she did a great deal.

She pointed out the fire hazards in the haphazardly planned alleyways and the stores to the owners, urging them to treat their customers properly.

Even the local bullies treated her with utmost respect, addressing her as "Sister Glory" and seeking her advice on how to get things done.

In just two days, Lawrence even began to have a strange feeling—

--If possible, Glory might be the most suitable agent.

But what Lawrence didn't know was that a few people had already begun to move silently toward his [Rabbit Hole].

In the District 18, the hometown of Fuyanni and Billy.

Mr. Wen Bucai had just gotten off the train, retrieved his Flash Butterfly Armor outfit from the luggage storage area on the platform, found a hotel, and was quietly waiting for Xue Ming's new message.

In Eleventh District, Jason Megan and Bloodhound Lady meet up with the Spanish Bullfighter. They are fully prepared and are just waiting for Xue Ming to tell them the exact location of the Rabbit Hole.

In Forty-Eight District --

Mr. Leslie got up early; he was going to arrange a date today, as Ms. Glory had requested.

The date was with the youngest daughter of the governor of Forty-Eight District, at St. Peter's Restaurant, the most prestigious banquet venue in the East District.

Xue Ming needs to figure something out today--

The Little Brotherhood and the Star Realm Gang couldn't possibly order the Guangling Zhixi Rapid Reaction Force to leave Clearwater Bay Station with just a word. The only ones who could decide whether the army stayed or left were the local defense system and governing officials.

The Blood Knights were dead, and in their place came not Guangling Zhixi, but a group of unfamiliar faces—the private armed forces of the Yellowstone People. Xue Ming saw all of this and kept it in mind. It seemed that nothing had changed, except that a group of lizardmen had died.

"Sorry I'm late, I've kept you waiting." Leslie hurried along, and when he saw Ms. Glory changing the menu and directing the owner to greet customers on the side of the bar, the young black man had a dazed, unreal feeling about him.

After exchanging pleasantries with the bar owner, Xue Ming explained to Leslie, "It's alright. I'm used to waiting for people, so I usually arrive a few minutes early. I was just killing time anyway, so I chatted with the bar owner for a bit and learned something from him."

"Oh, this..." Leslie noticed the neatly arranged wine prices on the menu, along with a wide variety of snack sets. "Why aren't they here?"

--The price list for drugs is gone.

Xue Ming interrupted, "I told them—they can't sell drugs here. Chenglong Middle School is just across the street. They're all fourteen or fifteen-year-old kids. If we put our sign outside, people will come and cause trouble."

Just then, the bar owner came over with an awkward smile.

"According to my older sister, my shop has been burgled at night for the past two years, and people have been throwing stones and smashing the windows—I thought it was my competitors doing it, but I never imagined that those unscrupulous parents were worried that their kids would be corrupted by them, so they secretly came to annoy me!"

For a fleeting moment, Leslie felt a chill run through her body. She met Glory's eyes for a brief instant, and then everything returned to normal.

"I advise you to be kind," Xue Ming said to the boss. "Don't even bother making regular meals anymore."

This "main course" refers to the drug trade, which corresponds to the "appetizer."

The boss, however, seemed oblivious, not quite understanding Glory's meaning, and just smiled awkwardly.

"Hahaha. Hehe, not doing that? How about becoming a loan shark? These drug addicts don't even need to do drugs, otherwise they won't be able to lend money at all."

Leslie was furious. The Black Brother from the Beggars' Sect almost hit him, but after clenching his fists, he suddenly became dejected and slumped down.

Xue Ming didn't say much. She had seen far too many customers like this. If she were to wipe them all out, the population of Clearwater Bay would probably decrease by one-tenth.

That wasn't just a few hundred people, it was tens of thousands, rivers of blood flowing.

If all the drug addicts who leech off this industry chain, and the families who benefit from drugs, were to be brought to justice, this city would probably be paralyzed immediately.

Leslie got down to business with G117, handed over the governor's daughter's business card, explained the location and time of the meeting, and then hurriedly left, seemingly unwilling to stay in such a place and suffer any more humiliation.

A profound sense of powerlessness seemed to envelop the young man.

He had to work for the Little Brotherhood; he had to make a living from it.

When he returned to the settlement in Silver Bay, he was surrounded by a group of dusty, homeless children.

A dozen or so children surrounded Leslie, pulling out change from their pockets. Leslie collected them one by one, counting them out in the money counter and coin sorter—all the money the children had begged for.

Most of these homeless children have no parents, or rather, they cannot find their parents.

--Children whose parents died from drugs, or who were simply abandoned. Like the children in the hands of the appetizers, they are tools used to gain the sympathy of customers and secretly poison them.

As Silver Bay, Leslie is responsible for coordinating the begging income of these homeless children, distributing food reasonably, and providing them with shelter. The Beggars' Guild is a large family where people at the bottom of society help each other. These children will not hide anything from each other. After all, if they spend money in this city without adult care, they might be cheated and exploited by drug addicts.

Besides the routine business, Leslie also had to talk to some clever kids about the recent rumors circulating at the station.

Older newsboys would recount everything they saw and heard on the platform to the neighborhood officials, providing information to various people.

However, today's intelligence is rather heavy-handed.

--It was a strange red-haired man who was served by four homeless children.

It was Hasben Madison, who was unconscious.

At this moment, Hasben battling the Canaanite life within his body, vying for control of his body.