The slums' charitable power generator. / Luo Chen invites everyone to build a just defense together.
Top hunters don't kill their prey outright; they play with it first before finishing it off.
Luo Chen is now acting like someone who's toying with his prey.
They could easily deliver a fatal blow to their prey, but instead of striking directly, they torment their minds.
Let their emotions rise and fall, until they are exhausted, before delivering the fatal blow.
Fortunately, Luo Chen was not the true leader of an extremist organization; otherwise, this land would surely have been plunged into a catastrophe that devastated countless lives.
"That's right. After they breathe a sigh of relief, we'll take care of one more unlucky guy, then another, and then yet another. When they're all left, the expressions on their faces will be quite interesting."
Late at night.
B17 District, an abandoned sewer.
The dim light barely illuminated the surroundings, and the air was thick with a damp and putrid stench. It felt like a forgotten corner, broken only by the occasional dripping sound.
However, in this dark place, a group of thugs with brightly colored hair gathered, carrying machetes and steel bars, their nerves on edge as if ready to fight at any moment.
They are a newly formed gang that calls themselves the Desert Wolf Pack. Because they can't take over new territory, they can only establish a base in the sewers.
At this moment, their leader, Pierce, a burly man with a cold face, was sitting on a dilapidated stone slab with his eyes closed and his right hand gripping a broken Originium staff, as if he were on guard against something.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a series of hurried footsteps. A subordinate rushed over, a hint of panic on his face.
He stood before the leader, his voice trembling as he reported:
"Boss, the Reunion Movement just raided the Saint Rova casino. The Saint Rova boss was found hanged in the casino lobby with chips stuffed in his ass."
Upon hearing this, the boss's eyes snapped open, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he stood up, his voice low and smug. "The Reunion Movement attacked the wrong people? That's good news."
Pierce's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled in his throat.
After Reunion Movement thwarted Pete's plans, he realized he had messed with the wrong opponent.
The Reunion Movement is not an ordinary gang; it needs to consider interests and balance relationships within the underworld.
They are a bunch of unreasonable lunatics, a cult.
The biggest difference between cults and legitimate organizations is that cults act without fear and have no bottom line.
These kinds of guys don't care who's protecting you when they retaliate; even if their father is a governor, cult members won't be afraid.
Fortunately, Pete didn't know he was the one who did it, otherwise the Reunion Movement would have gone straight for him after torturing the information broker Pete.
All of this now suggests that the Reunion Movement believes the killer is someone from Saint Rova.
Saint Rova is backed by a large Columbia conglomerate. The Reunion Movement will definitely be purged after this. Once the Reunion Movement is purged, I can take over the vacated territory. Isn't that good news?
Pierce tucked the staff into his pocket and laughed as he beckoned to his underlings:
"Get me a bottle of liquor, I'm going to have a good celebration. Everyone get hyped up, from today onwards, we'll be one of the biggest gangs in the slums."
An hour and a half later.
Just as Pierce and his gang were getting quite tipsy, one of the lookouts outside suddenly brought back some explosive news.
The Reunion Movement raided the supply and marketing market monopolized by the "Central Market" gang, injuring and killing dozens of people. The leader of the Central Market was tied to five vehicles and pulled into several pieces.
"What's going on? Didn't the Reunion Movement already deal with the murderer? Why are they still continuing?"
Pierce shook his dazed head and began to ponder the logic of the Reunion Movement.
Logically, shouldn't the Reunion Movement have stopped after retaliating against one person?
Why is it still going on?
Will they continue?
Less than an hour passed amidst Pierce's doubts and suspicions.
The Reunion Movement then launched a surprise attack on a loan shark gang, inhumanely beheading its leader twenty-two times.
This moment.
Pierce's heart seemed to suddenly accelerate, pounding wildly.
He was now certain that the Reunion Movement was not seeking targeted revenge, but rather wanted to eliminate everyone who had a grudge against them.
They really are a bunch of lunatics.
Chapter 103 The Love Generator in the Slums.
"If I had known that collecting protection money would lead to this kind of trouble, who would have dared to mess with these bastards?"
Pierce pounded his thigh in deep regret.
But now is not the time for regrets; death could come at any moment, and he must find a way to save himself.
A direct confrontation with the Reunion Movement is definitely not an option; we have fewer people than them, and our equipment is far inferior.
And that monster, the red-haired Infected, is now a cadre of the Reunion Movement. Even if there were three more of him, he wouldn't be a match for them.
"There were a total of eight gangs in B17 District. After counting those that were eliminated by the Reunion Movement and the Reunion Movement itself, only three gangs remain."
Pierce counted the survivors on his fingers.
He suddenly realized that if things continued this way, neither he nor the other gangs would be defeated one by one by the Reunion Movement.
The only thing we can do now is to unite.
He needs to unite with the remaining gangs to have any hope of defeating the Reunion Movement.
Pierce slapped his dazed underlings awake and asked them:
"What was the name of the gang leader that the two Sicilians formed again?"
"Uh... huh?" The underlings, who were quite drunk, didn't immediately understand Pierce's question.
They only regained consciousness after Pierce used Originium Arts to electrocute them.
"Boss, the leaders of those two Sicilians are named Gambino and Capone."
"Are you looking for a fight with them? They're very strong, and they have crossbows."
Pierce was furious that his men were such a bunch of idiots.
"Screw what we're doing! We're all doomed now. You two go find the leaders of those two gangs right now and tell them that we have to unite to fight the Reunion Movement."
At the same time.
Capone and Gambino were hiding in their respective strongholds, sweat rolling down their foreheads and soaking their backs.
They watched the outside of the window with bated breath, every rustle of wind sending shivers down their spines.
Capone sat in the dimly lit room, a glass of wine clutched tightly in his hand, though he had already downed it in one gulp. His eyes betrayed anxiety and unease, as if he were pondering a solution.
They considered how to make his base more secure to defend against Reunion Movement raids, but no matter how they studied it, it seemed that running away was the best option.
Gambino and his underlings hid in a dilapidated warehouse, surrounded by junk and discarded equipment. He didn't have many thoughts on the matter; if the Reunion Movement dared to come, he would fight them to the death.
However, it's really too unfair for him to die so pathetically.
Everyone says that the gangs in Lungmen are child's play, and compared to the families in Syracuse, they're just playing house.
But the recent rise of the Reunion Movement has made him feel the fear of those powerful families that he hasn't experienced in a long time.
The cruelty of wiping out your entire family without asking any questions, the torment of living hell.
These are things that only the powerful families of Syracuse could do, yet they are now happening in Lungmen, giving them a taste of home.
But they came here to make a name for themselves, not to be beaten by the villagers.
Nobody wants to die for no reason, not even Gambino's men.
"Boss, the Reunion Movement is so extreme, it won't be long before it attracts the attention of the Rat King or the Lungmen Guard Department."
"Perhaps we should lay low for now, leave this area, and come back after the Lungmen Guard Department has cleaned out the Reunion Movement."
"You mean you want me to run away?" Gambino grabbed his underling's collar and said angrily.
"Boss, this isn't running away, it's a strategic retreat. We don't need to fight a meaningless battle. Winning against the Reunion Movement won't bring us new business or new territory."
"If we lose, they'll shove our XX up our asses."
"Sicilians are not afraid of bloodshed, but they will not shed meaningless blood."
After being persuaded by his younger brother and after careful consideration, Gambino and Capone both chose the same option.
That is a strategic shift.
They will move from B17 District, which is destined to the Lungmen Guard Department of the SWAT team, to B15 District, a slum directly north of Lungmen.
The Sicilians, true to their professional family background, had everyone leaving the stronghold and driving towards Lungmen B15 District in less than five minutes after the leader gave the order.
When Luo Chen arrived with his men in the captured truck, they found only a few wolf hairs on the ground.
On the other side.
Pierce, who was extremely anxious, finally received his underling's report, but the content of the report made Pierce somewhat devastated.
Those self-proclaimed proud Sicilians ran away without firing a single shot.
Is this what professional Black Hand?
Just as Pierce was angrily cursing.
The Reunion Movement's truck has arrived.
Early morning, in Justice Square.
Pierce was bound hand and foot to a circular iron frame with insulating rubber pads underneath. His left hand was pierced by a broken Originium staff, with an electric wire wrapped around it. The other end of the wire was connected to a transformer, which was connected to a battery.
"Aaaaah... You're all beasts! Kill me! Whoever you are, someone kill me!!!"
Pierce screamed at the top of his lungs, and soon attracted the Swarm crowd of onlookers.
After yesterday's Pete, the citizens are no longer shocked by the sight of a gang leader being hung up here.
What intrigued them, however, was why the Reunion Movement had tied this guy up here, and even provided him with an energy storage device.
Shouldn't they have tortured him a bit and then hanged him from a streetlamp, following the usual practice?
Not long after Luo Chen finished sorting out the accounts, he came out with Jiu and a few other members of the Reunion Movement to answer the questions of the people.
"Citizens, thanks to our sincere treatment, Mr. Pierce has reformed and wants to contribute his own strength to the citizens of the slums."
"To fulfill Mr. Pierce's wish, we had an electrician make this Love Generator overnight."
"Next, as the designer, I will introduce our products to you all."
Luo Chen took out a stun gun from his pocket and slowly walked to Pierce, who was bound hand and foot. Like a teacher lecturing a student, he used the stun gun as a pointer to tap Pierce's waist.
"As a 'Love Generator,' it boasts numerous advantages such as environmental friendliness, energy conservation, and high efficiency. However, it has one undeniable drawback: it requires a small amount of external force to start each time."
At this point, Luo Chen pressed the switch on the stun gun.
Under the influence of the electric shock, the staff inserted into Pierce's hand began to assist him Pierce Originium Arts. The current he released traveled along the wires on the staff, through the transformer, and then into the battery.
The battery's power indicator light immediately lit up, drawing gasps of amazement from the onlookers.
Chapter 104 Luo Chen Invites the Public to Build a Defense Line for Justice
After about two minutes, Pierce stopped casting the spell.
Luo Chen then explained the product's battery life to the public, "Conventional generators require refined Originium, which are not only expensive, but also carry the risk of infection if not operated properly."
"Our generator solves this problem perfectly."
"All you need to do is rummage through the trash can for rotten vegetable leaves, or find the leftover food scraps from a few days ago, and stir them up."
"Next, let my design assistant, Jiu, demonstrate the method of recharging."
Luo Chen put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and smugly told Jiu to follow him onto the stage.
"Me?" Jiu was startled upon hearing this and quickly shook her head.
Although Jiu was doing the accounts last night.
It is already known that Luo Chen created such an inhuman generator.