Regardless of whether Norton was cruel or tyrannical, the Northern Continent is now truly tyrannical.
The flesh-and-blood factory has begun operation, and true evil is intertwined and spreading within it.
"Splash splash splash..."
The night was deep, and thick rain fell from the sky, scattering the flowers, trees, and grass in the darkness, making a rustling sound.
The newly built concentration camps on the outskirts of coastal cities were still brightly lit on such a rainy night, with shadowy figures weaving under the lights, yet they brought no sense of warmth whatsoever.
An extreme stench emanated from this seemingly solemn concentration camp. Even the heavy rain could not wash away the stench of rotting flesh. Instead, the stench mingled with the rainwater, dissolving into the water and splashing onto the ground, making the entire concentration camp reek.
Under the watchful eyes of armed prison guards, whether they were superhumans transported from the Southern Continent, Werewolf Vampire, or ship slaves captured from the barbaric Northern Continent, they could only obey orders and undergo physical examinations under the large tent at the front of the concentration camp.
During this period, all silver teeth, gold teeth, clothing, and even all personal accessories had to be forcibly handed over.
A somewhat familiar figure was mixed in among them, dressed in slave uniform, but with a gloomy expression, looking around. Unlike ordinary people who had been captured, he didn't seem numb; instead, he appeared to have a lot on his mind.
Mr. Wayne was one of the hidden forces behind the last boycott of Norton's protests.
Apart from him, the five people in front of and behind him were either the masterminds behind the last demonstration, or gang leaders who had still established their own power under Norton's slave system, or former nobles.
But now, all their glory and achievements have been stripped away by that Pale God, and they have even been sold into slavery to this damned place!
But Mr. Wayne wasn't entirely hopeless. Although he didn't know where this place was, he believed that with his abilities, he could do quite well here!
Even without the coercion of that Pale God, he could have fared much better than when he was a slave in that factory!
Now is a perfect time to build relationships with these officers who seem no different from the people of the Southern Continent, yet whose bodies are completely free of any pollution or mutation!
As a former kingpin of the underworld, a man who rose from a petty thug to a gang leader, Mr. Wayne is confident that no one can outmaneuver him better at coercion, bribery, and collusion!
Thinking of this, Mr. Wayne's gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a slightly benevolent smile. He then stepped out from the long queue and walked with a smile toward one of the highest-ranking sergeants among the soldiers guarding them with guns.
"Haha, dear gentlemen, on a rainy night like this, it's obvious that lying in bed with a woman in your arms is the most comfortable arrangement. Oh, I think I might be able to offer you..."
Before Mr. Wayne could finish speaking, or even take three steps, a roar came from the officer who had attracted his attention.
"Fake! Who told you to leave the group without permission? You son of a bitch, you damn slave!"
Before the words were even finished, a gunshot rang out.
Mr. Wayne, who had just been so confident of victory, was shot in the leg by the sergeant, and his body instantly went limp.
"Aaaaaah!!!" A scream belatedly escaped Mr. Wayne's lips; he was completely stunned!
The local gangs are incredibly rude!
Why did he shoot before he even finished speaking? That's not the rule in the underworld.
Even the Pale God Norton listened quietly to others' resistance before he began to fight back!
Besides, even if you wanted to punish him, beating him up would be fine, but why shoot him?
Aren't they afraid of injuring themselves and being unable to work?
Mr. Wayne was completely stunned. In the past, even in the most difficult times, he was still whole, which was the source of his confidence to make a comeback. But now, look at his leg.
One shot from a full-powered rifle bullet severed his entire lower leg in two, leaving him a crippled cripple from then on!
Forget about his so-called comeback, he wouldn't even be wanted as a slave now!
"Ahhh! Why did you do this? Why did you shoot me? Damn it, you ruined me, you ruined me!" Mr. Wayne was on the verge of collapse.
He was a rather selfish person who valued his strong physique most. Now, having his leg crippled by a gunshot, his will to live was almost completely shattered.
"Damn it, drag him away, to the front! Since you don't want to live any longer, then we'll let you cut in line!" The officer's angry shout rang out, and immediately two soldiers came forward to support Mr. Wayne, whose legs were gushing blood.
Then, they carried Mr. Wayne directly to the front of the line.
Mr. Wayne, whose moral compass had collapsed, was stripped naked like an animal, his hair was shaved off, and even his armpit hair was not spared. He was then carried naked by two soldiers into the concentration camp building and shoved into a windowless cubicle that was already crowded with people.
"Pfft!" The spray nozzle, resembling a showerhead, sprayed out mist and a little liquid. The liquid smelled fragrant, but when smelled in the nostrils, it made one's throat feel tight.
As the gas was sprayed, in less than a minute, the prisoners in the room began to collapse to the ground one after another. Around the walls of the room, strange objects resembling lanterns flickered with light, attracting one after another stream of indistinct air currents.
Mr. Wayne, who had just been screaming in agony, was now just like everyone else, slumped to the ground, white foam coming out of his mouth.
As everyone collapsed, another mist of disinfectant sprayed from the showerheads on both sides, cleaning the toxic gas from the entire room. Only then did the door open, and several people wearing full protective gear entered, carrying out the corpses one by one.
Mr. Wayne, who had just died, was intertwined with other corpses and transported to the skinning site.
Their skin will be made into boots or hats to increase their value.
After some time, a corpse with a broken lower leg and no skin left was transported to the next butchering workshop.
The removed flesh will be steamed at high temperatures to remove toxins, and then made into canned goods or smoked meat.
In just two days, a freshly made hood was placed in a shop for the Northern Continent to purchase.
An old man wore a pair of cheap leather boots as he worked busily amidst horse manure.
One delicatessen has even launched a new batch of delicious canned meat at incredibly low prices.
The only exception was the broken lower leg skeleton, which, due to its incomplete skeletal structure, became a defective product and was buried in the underground burial grounds excavated by the Gothic Empire, instead of being bought back by medical students for research...
A complete commercial chain has become extremely mature in the Northern Continent, which, in its absurdity, highlights the true theme of the Southern Continent: cannibalism!
As expected of the legitimate successor of the Southern Continent.
The consequences of such actions include not only that the people of the Northern Continent are living better lives, but also that the number of War Machine used to suppress Norton is increasing!