AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Betrayal “Arrest him!”

Chapter 30: Betrayal “Arrest him!”

Under his palm, the fragile neck gradually lost its life, the pulse weakening.

Watching Pulan cease struggling, her head losing support and drooping to the right, like a butterfly with clipped wings, beautiful in its fall.

He had long noticed Pulan’s unusual behavior lately, her actions unexpected, as if possessed.

But Song Ningwan didn’t want to alert the enemy, wanting to know the purpose of the possessing entity.

However, after observing her for this time, he still couldn’t fathom the entity’s intentions, so he simply tore through the paper window, letting light into the unseen corners.

The suffocation in her throat suppressed Pulan, causing her to fall asleep. When she awoke again, she found Song Ningwan guarding her side, dark circles under his eyes.

“Teacher,” she couldn’t help but call out.

The moment Song Ningwan opened his eyes, there was a hint of defensiveness, but seeing the worry in Pulan’s eyes, he subconsciously softened his voice: “How do you feel?”

“I feel like I’ve been asleep for a long time, and I have a headache.” Pulan rubbed her head and suddenly sat up in bed, “Right, I need to see my brother.” She hurriedly got out of bed but was stopped by a hand.

“Teacher?”

“Pulan, no need to go, you need to rest.” Song Ningwan stood up, his expression unclear in the dim light. In the silent eye contact, Pulan gave in.

“I understand, then can I see him tomorrow?” Pulan returned to bed and covered herself with the blanket.

“I have something important to do these next few days, I need you to take this train tunnel map to the Lower Trash District, find the director there, and deliver my message to him.”

Pulan had never seen Song Ningwan so serious before, so she nodded: “Okay, I’ll do it. Do I leave tomorrow?”

Song Ningwan turned to look out the window, the darkness as black as ink, unlike the bright, radiant Lower Trash District.

“Yes, go, go to the Lower Trash District.” That might be the safest place in the entire Trash District.

After saying goodbye to Pulan, Song Ningwan walked out of the factory, following the mountain path into the distant night. Without lights, the rugged road was full of bumps.

Ever since transmigrating, there had been nothing but setbacks and difficulties. How could the arrogant Song Ningwan of the Ancient Earth Era have known that the bottom class people were fighting and killing in a bloody storm, desperately struggling in the mire just to survive?

In the Upper Trash District, even the powerful city management bureau would vanish like smoke with a single word from the rule maker, as if they had never existed.

Not to mention the already numb cats, dogs, and rats.

Looking down from the hover car, he only saw thousands of lights. Song Ningwan had ultimately lost, lost to his own ignorance of the world.

It turned out that the one thing that could change everything was power.

Ying once said he was a hypocrite, and maybe he was right.

Memories were blurred by time, his eyes gradually losing their color.

Then he would seize power, become the ruler of the Underground City, and control the rules of the world.

Song Ningwan took out the newly reissued communicator and logged into account S. The content had been reset, and the fans had been cleared.

He not only didn’t delete the abusive message but went to the Jian family’s official website and commented.

[In three days, Eternal Night will be mine]

[I will replace the Jian family and become the new master of the Upper Trash District]

Once posted, Song Ningwan immediately deactivated the account and threw away the communicator.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he walked to the central square of the Upper Trash District, the lights shining on the ground, as bright as day.

From afar, he could see a towering building standing out from the crowd, with the words “Light Corporation” written on it.

It was also where the Jian family controlled the lifeline of the entire Upper Trash District.

If nothing went wrong, Luo Bo-Wei should already be in the corporation.

Song Ningwan’s self-made jamming chip, besides being able to strip mechanical permissions, also had a positioning system.

As long as the owner sensed it, he could know the specific location of the chip.

Trying to use his connect spirit to outline the geographical location, Song Ningwan opened his eyes and walked towards the Light Corporation.

Armed soldiers with guns were taking turns guarding the entrance of the building, surrounded by protective electric nets, making it difficult to sneak in.

The corporation was, after all, the lifeline of the Jian family, so strict security was to be expected.

Song Ningwan didn’t plan to enter through the main entrance. He came to the barrier net with the strongest electric energy, took out the jamming chip, and linked it to the barrier for pairing.

The night was dark, and deep blue light spots flickered non-stop on the barrier, illuminating the corporation.

Due to the special nature of the building’s windows, it was impossible to see from the outside whether it was dark inside.

While waiting, he took out a black cloth and covered his face.

With a ding sound,

[Pairing successful!]

He didn’t hesitate as he passed through the barrier net, only feeling a slight stinging sensation on his skin.

Behind the corporation was a large factory, with thick smoke polluting the air.

Song Ningwan hid behind a small building to avoid the armed soldiers on duty, figuring out the terrain while waiting for the opportunity.

The high-rise of the corporation was behind the main entrance, surrounded by flowers, bright and beautiful.

Outside the garden, the giant factory had two floors, covering a large area. The thick smoke swirled in the air, not like a celestial palace, but like hell.

Behind the factory were four high-rise buildings, with the words “Rich Villa” written on the top. Next to them was the river that ran through the entire Trash District.

Song Ningwan had entered near the factory, so he naturally wanted to go inside and see what was there.

In the darkness, four watchtowers shot out bright lights, and the armed soldiers with guns were concentrated in the Light Corporation and the Rich Villa, seemingly unusually relaxed about the factory.

There were many entrances to the factory, all guarded. Song Ningwan was thinking about where to enter when he happened to hear someone talking.

A: “Another batch, take them out. Destroy what needs to be destroyed, and sell what can be sold… throw them to the legion, sell them to those inferior people in the Lower Trash District.”

“I don’t know where the master got these human body mechanics, he insists on using living people for research, so many people have died, and he still…”

B: “This isn’t something we should be discussing.”

A: “Who in the Trash District doesn’t want to see the scenery of the Rich Villa, but look, this place is nothing but blood mist and dead souls. I really don’t understand, what is the point of living? Spending our whole lives guarding this place, not knowing if we’ll have a tomorrow. Tell me, what is the world outside the Upper Trash District like?”

B: “The outside world is dangerous. Only by following the rules set by the master can we survive. If you continue to be insolent, I will report it to my superiors.”

A smiled bitterly: “We’ve been working together for so long, would you be so heartless?”

B: “Those who obey orders live, those who violate the rules die.”

A: “Forget it, there’s no point in talking to a machine like you, I’ll just be a good guard.”

Hearing this, Song Ningwan suddenly noticed a ventilation duct on the wall, large enough for an adult to crawl through.

He took a few steps back, leaving a distance, bent over, and retracted his right foot, intending to run and use the momentum.

Suddenly, a creak, Song Ningwan’s pupils widened, he actually kicked a trash bag.

Who doesn’t care for the environment and litters!

“Who’s there! Come out!”

Someone was coming this way. Song Ningwan had a flash of inspiration and took off his mask.

At least he wouldn’t look like a thief.

Around the corner, the muzzle of a gun appeared in his sight, aiming at the stranger, ready to press down.

Song Ningwan dodged forward and kicked away the gun. As the other party tried to cry out, he cleanly and swiftly used his arm to strangle the neck and pressed down.

“What’s going on?” Someone else came over.

Until the person in his arms fell heavily unconscious, Song Ningwan picked up the gun and leaned against the wall, his eyes as calm and sharp as a predator, ready to strike at any moment.

“Nothing, just a trash bag. I’m going to the toilet first.” Song Ningwan took off the soldier’s uniform and put it on, disguising himself as the voice he had just heard, and turned his back to the person.

B shifted his gaze: “You must not leave your post without permission, hurry up.” After saying that, he stared at Song Ningwan for a while, then silently walked away.

Noticing the disappearnce of the pricking sensation of being watched, Song Ningwan quickly climbed up to the vent and opened the iron frame.

A foul odor came from inside, like machine oil mixed with a fishy smell, extremely pungent.

Crawling forward in the ventilation duct, he slid down the curved slope.

There was a spot of light in the darkness, and the target became clear in an instant.

Song Ningwan quickened his pace until he stopped in front of the vent, light shining in through the gaps.

Looking down, he was obviously stunned by the grand scene inside.

Countless people with cat tags were standing in front of the assembly line, mechanically installing prosthetic limbs and artificial eyes for rat-tagged people.

Rat-tagged people with missing parts were surrounded in a pigpen, the cuts neat, and blood gushing from the wounds.

Severed limbs were piled together in a corner.

The rat-tagged people couldn’t make a sound, only whimpering, waiting to be fitted with prosthetics, electronic hearts, and so on.

Without medical disinfection or suturing, just brutally integrating machinery into the human body, this was simply inhuman!

That’s not right, when Yuri wanted this mechanical design, it should have been tampered with by the Lower Trash District director.

After all, how could the Lower Trash District give such a good development opportunity to their opponent?

If he had known there was this scene before him, Song Ningwan would never have given the design to the Lower Trash District director.

The split between the two rivers, the battle, the only ones who were hurt were the people.

He thought he was saving them, but it was like a disaster descending.

The cat-tagged people did the same thing day after day, accustomed to the wailing, their expressions indifferent and numb.

Seeing the rat-tagged people in pain, struggling, and living like they were dying, the cat people not only had no sympathy but walked away expressionlessly with the lab report.

They entered the high-end office and came out after a while. With a wave of their hand, the gun-holders stepped forward and dragged away the failed experiments.

Song Ningwan stared at the entire factory for a long time, thinking about where to plant the bomb.

Soon, the door of the office opened, and the hypocrite walked out in a suit and tie, wearing a dog tag on his chest, and above that was a vain face.

Luo Bo-Wei was promoted so quickly?

Becoming a factory manager in a short time, it looked like he had unlimited potential.

Song Ningwan waited for an opportunity, wanting to catch Luo Bo-Wei’s eye.

Luo Bo-Wei stood there monitoring everyone’s every move, his eyes stern. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring for a while, walking and inspecting.

Until he stopped near the ventilation duct, Song Ningwan created some knocking sounds, attracting Luo Bo-Wei to look up.

The moment their eyes met, the other party obviously didn’t expect this situation. He froze for half a second, grabbed the vent and shouted to the surroundings: “Someone broke in, arrest him!”

Song Ningwan was stunned, what?