Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"Doctor Nile" said, turning his gaze away.

“On my trip to the cemetery, I heard a saying from Red Pig: the living are more important than the dead. You only have Sesha as your clansman, and Sesha only has you as her father.”

"I know, I've lived for hundreds of years, I've long forgotten how to spell the word 'impulsive'."

"That's what the Nile doctor said."

"As long as you know what's going on."

The two stopped talking and stared blankly at each other.

Just as they were about to turn into two statues, the driver finally returned in his new car.

"You call this a tank?"

Liu Zheng looked at the round, chubby little ball in front of him and said.

"Of course it has tracks, road wheels, armor, and a turret, so how can it not be a tank?"

The driver floated out of the front armor and said.

"What about the cannons on the turret?"

He looked at the bare turret and asked.

"Didn't I tell you? The Hound is a specialized model focused on protection and speed; the gun barrel is just a hindrance."

"Besides, isn't a shell just a metal block that strikes at high speed? As long as the tank's speed is the same as the shell's, it can be used as a shell, and it doesn't even need to be loaded. Firepower is not such an inconvenient thing."

The driver said this with conviction.

"Okay, you have more words, I believe you."

Liu Zheng was too lazy to argue with him.

"boarding."

The driver opened the hatch and let the two men climb inside.

Once inside the cabin, the space was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, at least as big as a pickup truck.

The area that should have been the loading port was instead filled with ammunition boxes, each painted with different patterns and colors.

How powerful are these munitions?

Liu Zheng asked.

"Anyway, as long as it doesn't explode on your hands, it shouldn't be able to wipe you out."

The driver knew what he wanted to ask.

"The use of the word 'light' here is very apt."

The Nile doctor seized the opportunity to mock him.

"Doctor, you're wearing the Winged Dragon's crown, so you must be very fast."

Liu Zheng attempted to shift the blame eastward.

"Hey, my leg muscles are all dried up, even with the crown, I can't run fast. Besides, aren't you the famous explosion maniac in the metropolis? You're the expert at throwing shells. You do it, you do it."

The Nile doctor immediately hid in the corner furthest from the ammunition box.

"Damn it, they're all so disrespectful to their elders."

He swore and cursed, but the Nile doctor paid no attention.

"Are you going or not? It'll get dark soon if you don't leave now."

The driver couldn't stand it anymore and urged them on.

He realized that no matter who was with this kid, the scene would turn into a farce.

"Let's go! Destination: Bathhouse Street!"

Liu Zheng took out a human bone scepter, pretending it was a command sword, and pointed it in the direction of Bathhouse Street.

The driver pulled the lever, and the "hound" barked excitedly, transforming into a streak of black light as it sped out of the street.

Chapter 353 What is the Bloody Restaurant?

The metropolis is an inclusive and open city.

Even if you are a follower of an evil god, as long as you can pass the religious authority's review, you can still appear openly on the street.

But the metropolis is also an exclusive and conservative city.

Whether you're a good person or a bad person, if you don't want to follow the rules and regulations set by the city hall, you'll face endless trouble.

Therefore, even though the city has the tallest buildings, the most complete facilities, and the most high-end entertainment, many non-humans still choose to live outside the city.

As for humans, they rarely choose to leave the city.

Without the protection of the city hall, most humans would become slaves or food.

Among the many gathering places outside the city, Bath Street is one of the most bustling.

Whether it's day or night, the bathhouse street is always brightly lit and bustling with people.

Because some races prefer to be active during the day, while others can only come out at night.

Today, an uninvited group of people arrived at the entrance to the bathhouse street.

Beneath the enormous torii gate, two bull-headed monsters holding pitchforks were dozing off.

They were identical in both facial features and body shape, but the scars on their faces and the patterns on their clothes were symmetrical, and even the pitchforks were held differently in their hands, one in the left hand and the other in the right.

Moreover, they are very small, only as tall as Liu Zheng's knee, and their cute, cartoonish faces make them look quite comical.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp hissing sound came from afar, and the earth trembled in response.

One of the minotaurs suddenly awoke and instinctively gripped its pitchfork.

It blinked, stood on tiptoe, and saw a dark shadow rushing towards it from afar.

"Idiot, idiot, wake up! Something's coming."

"The Minotaur shouted loudly."

However, the other minotaur seemed not to hear and continued to sleep soundly while hugging his pitchfork.

"What an idiot, how could your mother have given birth to such a stupid child like you?"

The minotaur cursed, then without hesitation raised his pitchfork and poked another minotaur in the rear.

"what!"

The other minotaur screamed, instinctively rolled on the ground, and then got up.

"Who, who attacked me?!"

It tilted its head back and shouted loudly.

"It's me, Niu Xiaoji, you idiot."

"The Minotaur cursed."

"Niu Daji, why did you poke me? And didn't Mom say you're not allowed to call me an idiot?"

Niu Xiaoji said, rubbing his buttocks.

"Mom told me not to call you an idiot, but it's not like I can't call you that. If I don't wake you up soon, you won't even know if someone breaks in."

Niu Daji cursed.

"A person? Where did this person come from? Niu Daji, you're lying to me again! I'm going to tell Mom and she'll spank you!"

After looking around, Niu Xiaoji said.

"Mom will just throw you into her dung heap to help you improve your brain. Grab your fork, she's coming."

Niu Daji glared at him.

"Oh."

Despite his displeasure, Niu Xiaoji still listened to his brother, gripped the fork with both hands, and looked straight ahead.

The black streak of light swept across the soft woodland, smashing through the trees along its path, and arrived in front of the torii gate.

"Who is coming?"

Niu Daji said loudly.

"Brother, this car is so cute, I want one too."

Niu Xiaoji's eyes lit up.

"You want my ass, you look like a car to me."

Niu Daji said irritably.

It got distracted and started scolding its younger brother, and all the momentum it had managed to muster vanished.

"Excuse me, is this the bathhouse street?"

The rounded roof of the car was opened, and Liu Zheng leaned out halfway and asked.

In fact, he felt that calling this tank "Corgi" would be more appropriate than "Hound".

"correct."

Niu Xiaoji replied blankly.

"That's good."

He nodded.

Although the driver had his own navigation system, he had never been to Bathhouse Street before, so there was still a slight possibility that he had gone the wrong way.

"Niu Xiaoji, don't talk to strangers!"

Niu Daji scolded.

“I’m going to tell Mom that you yelled at me in front of other people again.”

Niu Xiaoji turned his head away angrily.

"Ahem, who are you people, and what are you doing in Bathhouse Street?"

Niu Daji glared at his good-for-nothing younger brother, cleared his throat, and asked.

"You don't recognize the uniform I'm wearing?"

Liu pointed to the yellow vest he was wearing with a strange expression.

"What? Are you from the city hall?"

Niu Daji asked.

"Of course not. The city hall is such a high-class place, I can't possibly be worthy of it."

He smiled.