Chapter 314: The Heroic Female Saves the Beauty

of Hong Kong, the slum of bones.

In every city attacked by a monster, there will be such a person active: as soon as the monster falls, he will arrive at the scene. He will bribe local officials and buy enough time for his men to clean up the monster's body.

The trade in monster parts is one of the world's largest "tax-free" (or "illegal") industries, far surpassing the trade in endangered species. In the past, tiger blood, bear bile, and rhino horn were highly sought after, but now people believe that the benefits of those rare things (or what they think they can bring) are all available in monsters, so monster parts have become the new favorite.

The godfather of this industry is none other than Hannibal Cho.

However, they didn't expect that Hannibal Zhou, whom Fu Qinghai and Zofia had been thinking about for a long time, had already been got there first by someone else.

…

Two days ago.

There were dark clouds overhead, reflecting the lights from the city. The whole area was shrouded in a pink dim light, which looked a bit sick, which was very consistent with the atmosphere of the Skeleton Slum. An invisible barrier vaguely formed around Laust, pushing the people around him and separating them into a gap as wide as a palm.

The alchemist walked deeper into the alley.

This place is like most areas of Hong Kong, especially old areas like Kowloon, or more precisely, those areas in Kowloon that look old on the surface. After all, these places were built after the monster attack. This alley is not only lined with back doors, but also with various shops and houses.

Here, there was almost no difference between the streets and the alleys. The people here stared at Laust with an extremely indifferent expression, as if they didn't care about the life or death of others.

Lauster didn't care and looked around.

Finally, on the front of a small pharmacy, the monster logo flashed into view - exactly the same as the plot in the movie.

Indeed, brilliant, the alchemist thought.

For someone like Hannibal Cho who makes a living by selling monster fragments, isn't a pharmacy the best place to do business?

Lauster walked into the pharmacy and an elderly Chinese man looked over. He was holding a pestle in his hand and grinding some kind of paste in a mortar.

"Want to buy bone meal?"

He asked Laust mysteriously.

"Why should I buy this?"

Lauster asked with a frown.

"It's aphrodisiac."

The old man glanced at him with a lewd smile on his face.

"Guaranteed to be 100% authentic, I personally collected and tried it myself."

The old man's pride was beyond words. After all, not everyone dared to dig up the monster's corpse, which contained a large amount of extremely lethal and corrosive acidic substances.

"I'm looking for Hannibal Cho."

Laust stated his purpose directly and calmly hinted,

"Marshal Pantecost recommended me here."

The old man looked up from the table, and his expression changed subtly.

He then walked to the store door, turned over the business sign, and locked the door. He led Laust to a small shelf and lightly touched the mechanism on the shelf.

A secret door slowly slid open, revealing a long row of shelves with various jars neatly arranged on them.

The back of the jar was illuminated by an amber light, illuminating the various monster specimens soaked in the solution.

"Good luck."

The old man said something and walked away.

Then, this row of shelves slid open again, and there was another row of shelves behind it. Then the second and third rows of shelves moved one after another. After the third row of shelves slid open... Laust stepped into Hannibal Zhou's mysterious paradise.

This space is larger than the pharmacy outside. The walls around the room are lined with shelves filled with all kinds of specimens from monsters: basketball-sized lymph nodes, nerve bundles, small glands, organ slices, skin and shell fragments, mucus extracted from vitreous humor, and some unknown fragments that perhaps only Hannibal Zhou could recognize.

Lauster's breathing became rapid.

That's what he wanted.

At the back of the room, a group of burly men of different races stood majestically with cold and ruthless eyes - Hannibal Chau's bodyguards.

Under their close supervision, workers at two long tables were busy skinning and cutting the monster remains, just like the lively scene of preparing food before a restaurant opened.

The workers had blank expressions and remained silent.

It seemed that no one cared about Laust's existence. The workers were all working hard, and the strong men were leaning on the stair railings to watch and occasionally chat in Chinese.

Lauster, who didn't understand Chinese, walked straight to a fish tank filled with crab-like creatures.

"Monster skin parasites, still alive."

Laust muttered to himself.

"Soak them in ammonia and they won't die."

One of the sturdy men spoke.

Lauster looked up.

The sturdy man was tall and strong, wearing a dark red suit. The toes of his leather shoes were covered with layers of pure gold flakes that overlapped like fish scales, making a slight tinkling sound with every step he took.

His teeth were inlaid with various metals, each piece of metal had a different pattern. The sunglasses on his nose had a layer of leather film around the lenses, making them look more like goggles. The jewellery he wore all over his body was dazzling and sparkling.

"You don't look like someone from the PPDC... Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The burly man dressed in fancy clothes asked in a deep voice.

"Hannibal Chow?"

Laust asked slowly.

With his flashy retro outfit and gold teeth showing off his wealth, there is no doubt that this is Hannibal Cho.

"Do you like this name?"

Hannibal Zhou asked with a wry smile.

"After my favorite historical figure and my second favorite Sichuan restaurant in Brooklyn."

The black-clad bodyguards around them pulled out their pistols and slowly surrounded them. A tall man pulled out a butterfly knife from his chest, swung it between his fingers in a dazzling motion, and approached step by step.

"Now, tell me your identity and purpose honestly, or I'll kill you like a pig and feed you to the parasites."

Hannibal Zhou said viciously.

"Hehehe…"

Laust sneered at the words.

He just raised his hand and pushed gently in the air.

"Crash!"

The group of black-clad bodyguards seemed to be hit by some invisible force and flew backwards in an instant, knocking down the rows of shelves and specimen tanks behind them. The workers on the scene were so frightened that they all stopped what they were doing. Hannibal Zhou's jaw dropped open, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Force push.

It was the same move that Obi-Wan Kenobi used to smack away a swarm of B1 battle droids.

Lauster's middle finger and index finger made a pinching gesture, and Hannibal Zhou automatically hung in the air uncontrollably, kicking his legs and struggling desperately, covering his neck with both hands, his face full of horror and his face flushed red.

Lauster laughed wildly.

Yes, his lightsaber is gone, and his screaming beetles and golden brass knuckles were also stolen, but he is still a Warcraft + Star Wars dual alchemist and a Sith warrior.

In the Pacific Rim universe, a reincarnation world that lacks high-end personal combat power, even a Sith warrior without a lightsaber and spare force is enough to sweep away these natives.

"Swoosh—"

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

A dart spun straight towards Laust, but he simply turned his head to avoid the dart, and then snapped his fingers with his left hand towards the empty left side.

"despair!"

It seemed as if a light flashed, but it also seemed like it was just an illusion.

"ah!"

With a scream, a masked man in a black tight special combat uniform broke out of his invisible state, fell to the ground, covering his eyes, with two samurai swords in his hands.

Blinded by the Force.

This tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west was easily cracked by Laust.

"Look who this is? Naden, the black snake Naden from the Special Forces universe. I know you."

Lauster held Hannibal Zhou in the air with one hand and said slowly,

"Hasn't anyone told you that invisibility and sneak attacks are useless for Force users?"

Hannibal Zhou's bodyguards were covered in blood, their bodies were almost falling apart, and they were groaning and unable to stand up.

Laust pointed a finger at the black snake Naden, and with a "crack" sound, a thin white lightning shot out and hit him, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ahhh—"

Force lightning.

It represents the most extreme torture of the dark side of the Force.

"Forgive…Forgive me."

The black snake Naden curled up in pain.

"Give me a reason."

Laust said with an evil smile.

Naden curled up on the ground, with no other options but to grit his teeth and try his luck with a reincarnation item.

[Reincarnation of the Pioneer Camp]

A hint was received from the depths of Laust's mind:

[This reincarnation used the flip hand]

"Ahaha."

The alchemist suddenly grinned, raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted up Naiden, who was curled up on the ground. Laust changed his expression and said:

"It turns out that we are teammates from the same camp. It was a misunderstanding. Well, you have convinced me, Uzumaki Naiden."

After dealing with the matter of the black snake Naiden, Lauster turned to look at the dying Hannibal Zhou and said,

"Now, Mr. Hannibal, or Mr. Zhou... I don't know which name you prefer, can we sit down and have a good chat calmly now?"

......

China, the magic city.

4th Floor, Sun City, No. 299 Hengfeng Road.

MODU CLUB.

This is a luxurious and top-notch electronic music behemoth, with an industrial and cool decoration style. It has a screen lift, a 3D surround sound system, top European D&B equipment, 4D holographic projection, and a 12-meter long bar...

The stage is designed by a famous label manager, top 100 DJs in the world are on-site long-term, and occasionally Grammy winners come to perform on tour...Marketing director Xie Moufeng, behind-the-scenes shareholders Liu Mouling and Zheng Moukai are all familiar names.

Oh yeah, this is a nightclub.

Monsters are constantly threatening humanity, shipping is blocked, fisheries are declining, the Pacific Rim coastal areas are gradually deserted, the global economy continues to decline, and coastal people are displaced...

However, all this cannot make them give up pleasure, the bright lights, wine and women and the life of extravagance. On the contrary, perhaps it is precisely because the threat of the monster is like a dark cloud that people have more of a carpe diem mentality.

Jiang Yixia sat at the bar, bored.

If it were in the real world, she couldn't afford to go to a disco where the average cost per person was two to three thousand yuan, but for reincarnations, most forms of currency have lost their meaning.

Jiang Yixia played with the champagne glass in his hand, looking across the crowd on the dance floor to the singer on the center stage.

"Everyone, please listen to me."

The music faded and the crowd gradually quieted down.

The Latina singer said:

"We have lost too many mecha pilots in the past period of time! Alexis Kaidanovs, Kisasha Kaidanovsky, Wei Chang, Wei Jin, Wei Hu... We must let these brave and fearless heroes know that their selfless dedication has a very important meaning for mankind!"

Jiang Yixia heard from others that the person on the stage seemed to be a Grammy winner who came here specifically for a charity performance.

"We have friends all over the world, from Tokyo to Tallahassee! From Detroit to Abu Dhabi! Although some places are not in the Pacific Rim, people from there are also fighting tenaciously! Please lend a hand to these warriors who are defending humanity and are ready to die, and express our highest respect."

"All proceeds from this performance will be donated to the families and descendants of those heroes."

"May your soul rest in peace and have a good journey."

Can't PPDC even afford to pay pensions?

This was Jiang Yixia's first reaction.

"Next, I will bring you a song, "Monster Poison Blue", created by the Mukluk Anti-Future Project Team. Let us observe a moment of silence for the heroes."

"The monster Poison Blue is going to kill me."

"It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman."

"Don't even think about escaping from its clutches."

"The monster Poison Blue is going to kill me."

"But I don't flinch at all."

"You have been with me all the way..."

The blood of all monsters is a fluorescent bright blue, highly toxic and corrosive, which is the origin of the term "monster poison blue".

As the singer on stage finished singing the last line of the lyrics, everyone present bowed their heads quietly to express solemnity and mourning... Then as the resident DJ adjusted the rhythm again, everyone began to dance wildly again.

Jiang Yixia: "…"

"How ironic!"

Someone spoke out what was in her heart.

Jiang Yixia turned her head and saw a woman sitting a few meters away from her. The woman had her back to Jiang Yixia. She was wearing a white suit and looked energetic and capable.

The woman raised her glass and took a sip, then commented bluntly:

"Defeating the monsters does not rely on science and technology, but on these empty slogans and charity performances... No one knows who pockets the money. They are a bunch of hypocritical hypocrites."

"Hey, what are you talking about!"

"It's fine if you don't want to donate money, but why are you being so sour?"

Several young men in the booth at the next table couldn't stand it anymore. They stood up and walked towards the bar aggressively, looking like they were going to cause trouble for this woman.

Are you looking for trouble? It's inexplicable.

Jiang Yixia frowned.

Why does it feel... a bit deliberate?

However, the woman in white was obviously not someone to be trifled with. As several young men surrounded her, four or five sturdy men in suits and sunglasses quickly came over, stood in front of the woman in white, and stretched out their hands to push the young men.

Then Jiang Yixia saw it.

The skin on the arms of the three young men in ordinary clothes suddenly cracked, and cyber-modified hidden guns stretched out from them, aiming at the bodyguards in front of them and firing!

"Da da da da da..."

Reincarnation!

Jiang Yixia understood it immediately.

The woman in white was targeted by the Reincarnator. Although it was still unknown which camp the three young men belonged to, it at least showed that she was not just a passing supporting role, but must be a key plot character.

Without time to think, Jiang Yixia slammed the table and took decisive action. She-Hulk shouted, her muscles bulged, and she shot out like lightning. With one punch, she knocked out a reincarnation who had just killed the bodyguard. He flew to the center of the crowded dance floor, knocking down a group of men and women who were shaking their heads.

It is this moment.

When passing by the other two reincarnations, Jiang Yixia subconsciously turned his head and saw the face of the woman in white.

The other person was obviously drunk, her delicately made-up face was flushed, and her expression was full of panic and helplessness.

Jing Tian!?

Jiang Yixia was a little confused.

It turns out that Pacific Rim also belongs to Jing Tian's universe?

......

　Chapter 3. As usual, you have to wait a little longer. I will notify you when it is released.

(End of this chapter)