Zhao Yi showed no surprise at all about Wang Daikun's sudden visit. However, he obviously did not regard the regional manager of the Torch Mining Company as a guest, and it was even more impossible to hold a welcome meeting for him. He just ordered the guards to bring this person into his office, not even the most basic tea.

"Tell me! What's the matter?"

Zhao Yi's tone was direct and cold: "I don't have much time to waste. You have ten minutes to explain your purpose."

The polite smile on Wang Daikun's face instantly frozen. His narrow eyes narrowed, and his round bags trembled slightly. Although his mind was filled with strong anger like flames, he did not appear on his face at all. He still looked at a kind expression and took out a cigar from the inner bag of his shirt, and smiled and pinched it in his hand to play with it.

"I'm a businessman. I don't like fighting and killing."

The brief opening remark was the standard that Wang Daikun customized for his current identity. He took out his exquisite finger cuts and stuffed the cigar into the ring in the center of the mount. His eyes were always on Zhao Yi, and at the same time he looked at the decorations in the room, saying: "I don't like procrastination and hypocrisy. Those beautiful words on the surface are worthless."

“In fact, I want to talk to you about cooperation.”

He pressed the scissors hard, perhaps because his uneasy mood affected his nerves, or the sweat on the surface of his skin was too slippery. His finger cuts involuntarily twisted to the side, and the cut of the cigar turned into a diagonal line. Wang Daikun shook his head in annoyed, and a hint of anger flashed across his face. After a moment, he returned to normal and continued: "As long as you want, we all have money to make."

"You have seven minutes and twenty-six seconds left."

Zhao Yi looked down at the watch on his wrist, and there was a flash of fluorescent light in his black eyes. His expression and eyes remained cold.

"Okay! Open the skylight and speak loudly————”

Wang Daikun put away his fingers and turned the cigar that was cut and was quite regretful in his hand, coughed, and said, "We all know that ag64 is more desolate than anywhere else. The most valuable thing here is certainly not an ore. Only those cute light blue crystal particles are our real goals. I don't know how much you know about New Minsk, but I am willing to show enough sincerity. The mutant poppy harvested here every year can synthesize about fifty kilograms.

Crystal particles. I can give you 20%. If you think this number is too small, you can go to other places to see it and try your luck. You should know that ag64 is not just a city in Novo Minsk. Other industrial civilian settlements also produce crystals. I can provide you with routes and coordinates, and can also introduce sellers to you. Of course, as I said before, this is a cooperation between us... Haha! Cooperation means there must be dividends. You should understand what I mean."

Zhao Yi frowned, and he stared coldly at the area manager sitting opposite him, his tone still calm: "Let's finish your words. You have four minutes left."

This faintly sarcastic attitude angered Wang Daikun again. He lowered his head halfway and looked upward, releasing a gloomy and fierce element. He subconsciously clasped his palm into a fist, but forgot about the cigar sandwiched between his fingers. He didn't wake up slightly until the tobacco fragments were pricked on his skin.

"I know you are the garrison officer. But you must understand that this is just a false position without any effort———"

The regional manager has restored the unique accent of the businessman: "Under normal circumstances, only those who are not reused will get this position. This is actually disguised exile. I have no intention of revealing the scars deep in your heart, nor do I want to explore your actual experiences within the army. I just want to tell you one thing--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It is normal for rich people to get rich. We all like money. But you have to pay attention to the method. An aggressive attitude actually has no benefit. Although you are a garrison officer, you cannot monopolize the entire New Minsk. You have no soldiers and do not have enough material assistance. According to relevant regulations, the federal government and the military will hardly provide you with any support. In such a place without a civic base, you want to rely on a group of industrial civilians to build your own power... Haha! I am frank, this is simply impossible."

As he said that, Wang Daikun let go of his fist-clenched hand, scattered the tobacco crushed in the palm of his hand, and smiled proudly: "No one will offer better conditions than me. Behind me is the "Torch" mining company, we can provide you with sufficient financial assistance. Of course, your identity as a garrison officer is the greatest guarantee of power on this planet. Our cooperation will be very pleasant. The area we rule will not only be limited to Neominsk, but more and more cities, and even the entire planet————”

"If you refuse, then I can't guarantee and predict what is about to happen-----"

Immediately afterwards, the area manager showed a bit of threatening hideousness on his face: "You may be facing a city-wide chaos, or you may have to accept inquiries from the military or the government. It is not difficult to do this - stuff enough money into the pocket of a big man, or take out the benefits that are enough to impress them. They will sign the form to investigate the dereliction of duty of the ag64 garrison officer... Young people, once they enter the military court, the problem is not as easy as they are now. Of course, you have another chance to choose."

Hearing such direct words from the regional manager, Zhao Yi just smiled——Wang Daikun’s statement was very straightforward, sharp, and full of sufficient temptation of interests. Unfortunately... he chose himself as the person he talked to.

The conditions he offered were very good, but this was not what Zhao Yisu wanted at all. He could not cooperate with anyone on the issue of developing and occupying the AG64 planet.

At least, that's the case.

Zhao Yi smiled and looked at the watch. This was the first time he smiled on his face from the beginning of the conversation. Because the pointer on the watch had just passed three numerical spaces, which is what he said to be ten minutes.

“You are a very good employee———”

Zhao Yi's words made Wang Daikun a little confused. However, what happened immediately made him feel chill all over.

"For whatever reason, it is extremely rare to stay on ag64 planet as a regional manager for several years. If I were the boss of the Torch Company, I would definitely promote you to a higher position. Unfortunately, you are not my person. Moreover, you are too greedy. The reward price required has exceeded the bottom line that I can bear. This means that you cannot be recruited by me and cannot be used by me."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yi opened the drawer, and under Wang Daikun's almost straight gaze, he took out a thick dot-50 caliber pistol, raised it flat, and aimed at the other party's head.

The district manager suddenly felt a biting chill in his heart. He felt his whole body stiffen and asked stammeringly: "What are you...what do you want to do?"

"I want to kill you———"

A cold sensation began to ooze in Zhao Yi's smile. He looked at the fat face locked by the sight and said calmly: "If I accept the invitation to go to the banquet, I believe you will deal with me in the same way. But I never thought that you would come to your door by yourself. Too confident is not a good thing. For those who may become troubles or cause trouble to themselves, the best way to deal with it is to let him die———”

"No, you can't do that----"

Wang Daikun's face turned pale in an instant, and he screamed: "I, I am a citizen, a citizen with a legal identity certificate. You have no right to deal with me without being tried. I, I want to appeal to the federal court----"

Zhao Yi's eyes became full of jokes. The area manager's statement surprised him, but he felt quite funny. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "You forgot one thing."

"What?"

Wang Daikun asked tremblingly.

"This is ag64, an ore planet, not an immigrant planet with civilization."

After pausing, Zhao Yi added: "I am the garrison officer—————————I have the right to deal with anyone. As for the so-called citizens... people are missing every day in this world. Even if someone really finds a highly decayed body in the wild, who will know whether he is a citizen or a civilian?"

After saying that, Zhao Yi pulled the trigger hard.

......

Novominsk, South District.

Roger and Jameson sat on the wooden chair next to the closet, with serious expressions on their faces.

They are the bosses of the two gangs "Black Hand" and "Red Head Party", and are also the actual controllers of the southern district of New Minsk.

This is a small room with a small area, and it is the only building that Roger and Jameson can find in the South District. It is barely clean and has some complete appearance. The decorations in the rooms are very simple, and most of them are old goods picked out from the ruins. As for some furniture such as tables and chairs, they are made of broken wooden boards. Although the appearance is ugly and ugly and there is no aesthetic, they are all very solid.

"It's already obvious, you have to make your choice now----"

"Harf" Jack sat on a cement pier with a smooth surface, still chewing pungent and unpleasant tobacco in his mouth. The artifact under his butt was very hard, making his bones ache. But he did not care about these aspects, but continued his unfinished speech in a rough voice.

"We can provide sufficient food and medicine - this is what the garrison officer said. We can become friends, not mortal enemies. Old guys, we can manage the city together, and you still have the same power as you are now. Of course, the gang must be disbanded, and the selected people can become soldiers. If you pass the physical and tactical assessment, you can also become officers. If you don't want to continue fighting and killing, you can also stay in a beautiful luxury villa and be a rich man comfortably. Forgot to say one thing - The garrison officer is very generous, and each of you can get 0.5% of the city shares. This is a lot of money, the amount is so large, and even those guys in the civilized world will feel jealous."

No one answered. Roger and Jameson were both in silence.

They had a good personal relationship with "Harm" Jack, and they had considered joining forces to become the largest gang in the New Minsk. If Zhao Yi hadn't appeared suddenly, the West and South Districts would have been merged long ago.

Roger is a tall and thin middle-aged man. He fiddled with his mechanical right arm made of metal, raised his head, and asked uncertainly: "Jack, we are not unbelievable to you. Jameson and I have eyes, and we can see these things that happen under our noses. Yes, the changes in the West are indeed amazing. Overnight, you got food, clothes, and even medicines and weapons. The garrison officer could dominate the entire city with his own strength. He didn't need you at all. I have observed those soldiers, and some of them I know————No doubt, they are all industrial civilians who were incorporated. If I hadn't seen them before, I wouldn't have linked them with their former poverty. This change was too big and unimaginable."

As he said that, he turned his gaze to Jameson, who was sitting next to him, with a tall figure, a solemn expression on his face, a thick and hard beard on both sides of his cheeks, and a rough line.

"Roger is right———"

Jameson's attitude is very friendly and serious: "Behind anything, there are benefits worth pursuing for some people--the veins on this planet have been mined and the soil is very poor. To be honest, I can't see through this person's purpose. Although he is a garrison officer, the only production of the Neominsk is crystal particles. We all know that this thing is very valuable in the civilized world. But we can't take them away. If he wants this, then don't go through so much trouble, just exchange it with us with food and clothes. But so far, all the targets he targets are industrial civilians living in this city... How to say... This is not normal. If he is a personal trafficker, then I can understand it, but the problem lies here. He is a garrison officer, not a carnivore that robs babies—---"

The last sentence is obviously ridiculous and makes the dull atmosphere somewhat relaxed.

"Old man, I can't answer your question."

"Harves" Jack thought for a few minutes and said, "I only know that a drastic change will happen soon in the New Minsk. I don't know what the future will be like. You can only ask the respected garrison officer. No one except him knows how to answer the case."

"What is he going to treat us?"

A trace of worry flashed through Roger's eyes: "It's not that I don't believe what Jack you said. I'm just worried... When all this is over, when he gets the entire New Minsk, will he keep his promise now? You know, the price of 0.5% City shares is not low. He is likely to regret it or turn against him. By that time, we have nothing. We can't resist and have nowhere to escape. What should we do?"

"Roger's words make sense———"

James touched his bright head and said seriously: "We did not refuse because the garrison officer offered harsh conditions. On the contrary, he gave us too many things. Jack, you brought a full twenty tons of food this time. This gift is too expensive and too many to scare me. You have to understand us——I have to consider it for the future. I... don't want to die inexplicably."

"Hat" Jack was stunned.

Of course he knew what his friends were worried about. In fact, Roger and Jameson were right. Their concerns and worries were reasonable, but that was for others. Since the beginning of contact, Zhao Yi has always made "Harves" Jack feel sincere and friendly. Of course, there is also a mutual use of each other, but he never believed that the young garrison officer would kill the donkey.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have come here at all..."

Jack murmured and shook his head: "You don't understand, this is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have a premonition that this young man will probably make a fortune in the future. He is not the kind of liar who breaks bridges across the river. I don't want to stay on this planet forever for the rest of my life to eat sand. You should go to see the garrison officer in person and listen to his voice. You must know that in this world, everything is possible. Moreover, his strength is still very weak at the moment. If you take the initiative to rely on it at this time, haha... it's better to help you in time!"

These words greatly touched Roger and Jameson.

After a long silence, Roger stood up from the chair. He was moved but full of doubt, and walked around the room hesitantly. After a long time, he made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "Okay! There should be no problem with contact first. I really hope that Jack, you are not wrong this time. If things are really as you said... Then I would rather use anything as an exchange."

......

Standing on the roof of a three-story building in the east of Novo Minsk, Vic's face was filled with solemn and deep breath. He carried his hands on his back, raised his head, and looked up at the sky with his gloomy and cold eyes.

Wang Daikun has never come back.

As long as you are not a fool, you can understand what is going on. In the city of Novominsk, the word "missing" usually has only one explanation - death.

(Lao Hei’s son finally went to school today. Haha! First grade elementary school student...!) (To be continued)
Chapter completed!