Author: Ride a whale south
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Ning Zhuo, a well-known cyber psychopath in Silver Hammer City, capsized in the gutter, and was slept in vain by his old enemy who was picked up.
On the third day, Ning Zhuo finally discouraged himself and brought back Shan Feibai, who had been disassembled into parts by himself, from the scrap room.
Ning Zhuo: "Don't take it as an example." Otherwise, you will be castrated. ”
Solo Feibai: "....
Ning Zhuo: "I asked you to say yes." ”
Shan Feibai: "Yes." ”
The thirteen-year-old young master of the single family, Shan Feibai, was kidnapped, and the mercenary Ning Zhuo passed by, and almost took his own life for the sake of righteousness.
Three months later, Solo Feibai was very undignified and swept away.
However, he did not suffer a loss, leaving a lifelong tooth mark on Ning Zhuo's finger.
On the day he was eighteen years old, Shan Feibai reappeared in Ning Zhuo's world.
He was commissioned by someone else to bring people to besiege him.
He smiled brightly and expectantly and asked, "Brother, do you still think I'm useless?"
Three days later, Ning Zhuo, who had escaped death, broke his leg with injuries.
The fifth year that two men killed each other.
Twenty-three-year-old Shan Fei jokingly kissed Ning Zhuo's shoulder with the scar he had left.
Ning Zhuo turned his head and gritted his teeth: "The surname is Shan, you did it on purpose, right?"”
Shan Feibai smiled heartlessly: "Well, it's on purpose." ”
A love story of two ruthless people.
Status: Completed (first Jinjiang).
Small Theatre:
The world environment became bad 160 years ago.
The frequent outbreaks of the big ** were 146 years ago.
The world's great migration of people began 145 years ago.
One by one, the so-called "safe" safety points were marked, and people were like ants, dragging their luggage tiredly, bringing their families to settle down, and they were destroyed by a series of ** that could not be accurately **.
In displacement after displacement, people have learned not to have unnecessary hopes.
But everyone's search for peace has never stopped.
Much later, when the continent was completely fragmented, three scientifically calculated safe points for migration were marked.
Silver Mallet Island is one of them.
However, at the time it had no name, and was simply named Safety Point 183.
In addition to No. 183, there are also No. 184, No. 185.
All three safety points are islands in the sea, far from each other.
They were made public to people all over the world who were still alive.
So, people began a long migration again.
The land area of No. 184 is not as large as that of No. 183, and the good thing is that the island is mostly plain, and the land is quite fertile.
A group of people with farming genes in their bones collectively chose to go to No. 184.
They boarded the ship one by one, and they were never heard from again.
No one knows whether a good harvest awaits them or a doom.
That was 120 years ago.
As for Silver Mallet Island, which contains a mix of people of all stripes, its real name is long since it is unknown.
It was originally called 0183 Island to commemorate the 183rd large-scale migration.
However, over time, the island has become safer than anyone had expected.
Except for the occasional slight tremor, it floats calmly above the ocean, like the mythical Noah's Ark.
Compared with Safety Point 184, which has completely disappeared, Safety Point 185 is located at the same latitude as Silver Hammer Island, and its area, terrain and climatic conditions are similar.
But it wasn't very lucky.
The news that Safety Point 185 sank because of ** was brought to the Silver Mallet by survivors who had traveled by boat.
Not many people survived, excluding those ships that were left behind in the flight and disappeared, swallowed up by the waves and storms, and about 3,000 people actually made it to Silver Mallet Island alive.
Since then, there has been no increase in the number of people landing on Silver Mallet.
That was a hundred years ago.
As the shadow of displacement fades, there is a growing sense of security.
Gradually, everyone gathered together according to their respective countries, origins, beliefs and Xi living environments, forming settlements with different customs and cultures.
Countless communities gathered in a haphazard manner, cutting Silverhammer Island into countless pieces.
After settling down, everyone thought that this new home must have a name.
When viewed from above, the island looks like a mallet.
The white sand bank goes around the island, inlaid with a circle of silver edges for the island.
The land area is about 2,212 square kilometers, which happens to be the melting point of metallic silver.
So some people call it "Silver Paradise", some people call it "Silver Sandbank".
But quite a few people still like to call it Bangmallet Island.
Because it is easy to feed by a cheap name.
The black humor is that the name "Silver Mallet" was really called because of the "i" company, an entertainment company that is in full swing on the island, and the pronunciation of the first few letters is exactly the same as "Silver Mallet".
It was it the one who first began to call the island "Silver Mallet".
Silver Hammer Daily", "Silver Hammer Entertainment", and then gave birth to entertainment games, TV series and movies with "Silver Hammer City" as the main scene.
The Nameless Island thus became the City of Silver Mallet.
The islands were named, and in order to facilitate management, each settlement was given a name according to an open call and voting.
At this moment, Ning Zhuo came to Jiyuan District, which was mainly engaged in the skin and meat business, and stopped by a small shop selling fried croquettes.
A healthy young voice came from the communicator: "Brother Ning, bring some chili powder!."”
Ning Zhuo said to the shopkeeper, "Chili powder." ”
His voice was replaced by a burst of "**suit!" from the ** dance club**Serve!The sound of the past is obscured.
The boss is already so old that he can't afford to replace the most ** cochlear implant, so he had to ask with an embarrassed smile: "Guest, what?".”
Ning Zhuo didn't speak again, and pointed in the direction of chili powder.
The old man smiled gratefully and replied, "Okay!."Wait a minute. ”
Swiped his credits, Ning Zhuo took away the paper bag containing the croquettes, and went straight through the huge projection of the **girl in the small square, shattering the projection for a moment.
The phantom of a beautiful woman who was half a story tall slowly turned towards Ning Zhuo and gave an ambiguous kiss to his back: "Welcome to come again." ”
Ning Zhuo parked his car in front of a defunct classical musical instrument shop.
He stepped onto the motorcycle on the broken old poster, and two snacks were already hanging from the handlebars.
The communicator was replaced by a hearty female voice: "Brother Ning, pass by Borneo Street in a while and bring me an omelet." ”
Ning Zhuo couldn't bear it: "....Didn't you have dinner alone?What about Boss Fu?”
Min Min on the other end of the communicator grinned: "Didn't you say that you wanted martial law?"It's not good for us to go out and make a big splash these two days. It's not like you won't pay you back. ”
Ning Zhuo started the car: "Today's deposit has not been refunded, so it is considered that they invited 'Hena' for supper." ”
Min Min: "What task?."”
Ning Zhuo sailed to the brightly lit Borneo industrial area, and said succinctly: "Help the rich deliver couriers." ”
What courier?”
Didn't say. Min Min talks a lot, and when he occupies the channel, he likes to talk endlessly: "Contraband, right?."”
Ning Zhuo didn't say yes, and he didn't say no.
The messy and gaudy graffiti on both sides of the street and alley quickly retreated backwards in his silence.
Above the stone pillars that lead to the sky, a rail train with the Borneo factory logo and a special shuttle bus to and from work sps by.
The carriage was packed with tired faces.
The rail train is built around the city with towering stone pillars as the base, weaving the skyline into a dense spider web.
Nestled in the stone pillars, there are not only associated moss, but also low houses that spread like moss, squatting in the shadow of the train pillars.
For children growing up here, severe air pollution prevents them from being born with the chance to see the moon.
Their fantasy of the moonlight comes from the car lights.
Behind the industrial area, there are large expanses of old buildings, which are linked to each other, and the exposed mechanical pipes, external machines, and antennas, like a huge metal machine that has been broken and discarded, are stacked here haphazardly in the open air, slowly rotting.
Ning Zhuo passed by all this calmly and indifferently.