RNP Chapter 229 Heaven and Hell
Chapter 229 Heaven and Hell
Chapter 229 Heaven and Hell
The slums and the city are separated by a wall, a wall used to distinguish between second-class and third-class citizens.
In other words, third-class citizens were not even allowed to enter the city. If they were discovered, they would be detained by guards and sent out of the city.
Mordy and the witch are trying to sneak into the city.
The witch suggested, "I have a plan. We'll find two people from the city, skin them, and put their skins on ourselves. That way, we can enter the city."
"What happens after we get to the city? We can't keep using someone else's identity forever, so we still need to get two legal identities."
Modi led her toward the black market in the slums, followed by a group of Su Sheng corpses shrouded in black robes.
As a place where all sorts of people mingle, the black market not only has merchants selling contraband, but also smugglers selling qualifications for illegally crossing into the city.
Slums, though traditionally considered the sewers of city dwellers, are teeming with people and rife with corruption, naturally fostering profit chains such as smuggling and illegal immigration.
Behind these chains of interests, there are undoubtedly the figures of urban gentry who are not even willing to let the slum dwellers off the hook.
What Modi is looking for is a smuggler, who is suspected of having a powerful figure behind him who can not only help people smuggle themselves across borders, but also arrange fake identities for them.
He extracted all this information from Kander's mind, and Kander is still following behind him, continuing to shine for him.
"You must be Lao Ji?" Mo Di sized up the middle-aged man in front of him and spoke first.
"Yes, I am Lao Ji. May I ask what business you two have with me?"
On a mahogany armchair, an unassuming man in a long robe took a sip of tea, his eyes sweeping over the man and woman, his gaze lingering on the girl for a moment.
He put down his teacup, his expression quickly switching to a kind smile.
Modi cut to the chase: "We need two legal identities to enter the city."
Old Ji revealed a knowing look, thinking to himself: Just as I thought.
Most of the people who come to him are there for this reason, while the remaining small group are there for the high-tech products that have flowed out of the city.
He straightened his posture and said with a smile, "This urban area is not so easy to enter. You know, in order not to affect the appearance of the urban area, Ning City has always had a rule that prohibits citizens below the second class from entering the city."
"How much money do you want?" Mordy asked bluntly. Now that he had taken control of Kander, the leader of the Rust Chain Gang, he wasn't short of money for the time being.
Of course, he prefers to use another method if the other party doesn't appreciate the goodwill.
"It's not about money," Old Ji's smile was meaningful. "If I'm not mistaken, the woman next to you is a witch, isn't she?"
One of his eyes flashed red, turned, and looked at the witch, while the other remained motionless.
Modi realized that the red-glowing eye was a prosthetic eye, which might have multiple detection functions.
In this world, besides witches awakening, ordinary people can also gain superhuman power through genetic modification, prosthetic implants, and other means.
"If they were just ordinary people, I could send them in for a little money, but it's a different story if they were witches. The two are not the same level of difficulty."
He gave a wink to his subordinate, then took an agreement from him.
"Unless someone vouches for her, it's very difficult for a witch to smuggle herself across the border. Coincidentally, I know a big shot; he's the boss of a company that's in the live-streaming industry..."
'
Modi didn't take the agreement; instead, he glanced down at it and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
That agreement, to put it bluntly, was an employment agreement from a shady company. Once you signed it, you would be employed by a shady company that worked year-round without holidays, offered a 20/80 split of profits from live streams, provided no insurance, and forced you to obey orders from superiors.
It seems that this old Ji had already reached an agreement with that company: any witch from the slums who wanted to smuggle herself in must join that company.
Modi guessed that even if he disagreed, Lao Ji would still send people to kidnap them afterward.
So he reached out his hand.
Seeing this, Lao Ji smiled with satisfaction. "A wise choice. Getting a job right after arriving in the city is something countless people dream of..."
His words came to an abrupt halt as a strong, powerful hand gripped his wrist.
"Whenever I try to show you some respect, you spout nonsensical things."
Modi's tone was icy, and red liquid was flowing from his hand, seeping into the hand he was holding and spreading upwards along his arm.
Old Ji's smile froze, and his men behind him reacted quickly, drawing their guns and aiming them at Mo Di.
Bang bang bang.
After a series of gunshots, Modi was unharmed, but his men fell one after another.
They clutched their chests, their faces still showing signs of terror.
"You're a witch too? No, are you a male witch?"
Old Ji immediately realized that only the witch's power could cause all his men to die instantly.
"Demon? No, just a mutant passing by. My ability is to kill people suddenly."
Modi's body contains some witch factors imported from the outside world, which can be used at any time.
He had already let go, but the red marks on Lao Ji's arm didn't stop.
They are still spreading upwards.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Old Ji tried to struggle and shake it off, but he couldn't move.
He was like a college student who hadn't exercised in four years, having just run a kilometer. His body felt heavy as lead, and even moving a finger was difficult.
"A little something that can make you turn over a new leaf. Use it and you'll be a staunch warrior of the Blood God Cult."
Modi coldly watched his terrified face until the red fluid slowly engulfed him.
On the mahogany armchair, only a blood-stained pupa remained.
The sounds of fighting came from outside the door. After a while, the noise subsided, and a group of corpses wrapped in black robes walked up behind the two and stood quietly.
At this moment, the blood pupa shook twice, as if something inside was trying to crawl out.
"A blood sacrifice to the Blood God, a skull offered to the lotus throne!"
With a roar, a blood-red claw covered in scales tore through the blood pupa, and a head with long red horns emerged from it.
With bony spurs on its back, a scarlet body, and four eyes on its head, this monster knelt before Modi as soon as it emerged from its cocoon.
"Is this the result of the witch transformation?" The witch curiously leaned closer, examining the muscular monster. "Compared to a witch who focuses on developing her abilities, this one looks more like a warrior who relies on his fists."
"But it cannot be denied that it did inherit some of the witch's abilities, although this would allow the external factors to overshadow its own."
What Modi just injected into it was a new type of potion, a mixture of witch factors taken from Kander's corpse and his blood god child.
Because Kander had undergone genetic modification, he was not afraid of tetanus infection and had an exceptionally strong body, which also affected his witch factor.
The consequence is that after being injected with the drug, they will turn into monsters like Lao Ji is now.
"You can control your body muscles, right?" Mordy asked.
The scarlet monster nodded hastily, and as its muscles writhed, it transformed back into Old Ji's appearance.
Modi then ordered, "Give us fake identities and smuggle us into the city."
"Yes, but that will take a while. I need to contact the people in the city."
Thanks to Lao Ji's efforts, Mo Di only stayed in the slums for less than two days before successfully obtaining a fake identity and getting into a car provided by the smuggler to head to the city.
The vehicle passed through the checkpoint without any problems and entered the city. The scenery outside the window changed from dirty streets and dilapidated houses to clean avenues and buildings flashing neon lights and GG logos.
The pedestrians on the road have changed from poor people who are barely clothed to well-dressed elites. Even the lowest-ranking people have carefully taken care of their clothes and tried to make themselves look more presentable.
"It's truly a world of heaven and hell," the witch remarked.
"I once heard it said that the world is located between heaven and hell, which is why some people can enjoy a heavenly life while others can only endure hellish torment."
Modi looked out the window and saw a group of people demonstrating.
"There are actually people who dare to hold a protest?"
He looked closer and saw that the signs the people were holding read: "Oppose artificial womb technology, oppose the socialized parenting law, demand the restoration of women's reproductive rights!"
"I remember the socialization and parenting law had almost no impact on second-class citizens, right?" The witch squinted at the signs. "Those who can live in the city are at least second-class citizens, so why would they oppose this?"
After thinking for a moment, and combining the characteristics of the marchers, such as gender, age, and appearance, with the information he had recently gathered, Modi quickly came to some conclusions.
"The Socialized Childbearing Act does target third-class citizens, but that doesn't mean it has no impact on second-class citizens."
He looked to the other side of the street, where several citizens were passing by in a hurry.
"Even being a second-class citizen doesn't mean they're without financial pressure. On the contrary, they work for companies and already face considerable pressure. Under these circumstances, most of them don't even have the idea of seriously dating or getting married."
"Most people no longer want to find a partner, let alone carry on the family line. In this case, if they want children, they would probably prefer to raise their own child through an artificial womb rather than spend the effort to find a partner to have a child with."
"In this situation, you can probably guess why by looking at the gender of the protesters which group will suffer losses."
The witch glanced out the window again and suddenly realized.
"The ridiculous thing is that, according to the intelligence I extracted from Kander's brain, these people were the happiest when artificial womb technology was first invented. Now that it has backfired, they have started protesting against it again," Modi sneered.
"They even oppose witches who broadcast their battles live in the Ring Realm, arguing that witches are not equal to other women... Has true equality ever existed in this world? Those Concern Groups have cannibalism written all over their faces."
The witch only watched for a moment before turning her gaze away. When she turned her head, she saw an unexpected figure.
The figure holding a sign and standing on a car was her mother, the culprit who caused the original owner and her father to be reduced to third-class citizens.