Zhang Ge put on his helmet to isolate the smell and left the alleyway unhurriedly.
When he saw the outside world, Zhang Ge knew he had been too conservative.
On this gang-controlled street, it was as if he had entered another world.
From Augmetic Gangers who had modified their lower bodies entirely into countless tiny metal limbs to Psycho Killers who had cut open a corpse and "worn" it, occasionally kissing another rotting head.
Before going out, Zhang Ge had briefly hoped that his blood-soaked appearance might still have a certain probability of arousing suspicion, but now it seemed that he had been too conservative.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ge quickly figured out the logic.
Unlike the outside world, which pursued comfort and beauty, in such an area, the goal of clothing was to make oneself look as crazy and Deterrence Factor as possible, so that even sleeping in the middle of the night could scare the petty thieves who crawled in.
Because here, "deterrence" was like the warmth-keeping function of winter clothes in the cold, the most basic function. If it wasn't met, people would die.
In this case, those who dressed more normally were actually thugs from reputable gangs, because their gang emblems alone were deterrent enough, and they could consider comfort on that basis.
After figuring out this logic, Zhang Ge finally understood why those slightly mocking gazes were there.
In this small world, filling one's clothes with blood was probably just one of the most rudimentary means of demonstration. Theoretically speaking, you could find a corner and slaughter two old people and children to fill your clothes with blood. It was probably so easily faked that most people had already eliminated it.
For those with ill intentions, Zhang Ge's attire was not a deterrent at all, but was saying, "I'm a newbie, come and slaughter me."
However, perhaps because of the deterrent effect of the Flak Armor and the Boltgun, or perhaps because those people were cautious enough, Zhang Ge stood there and observed for a while, but he didn't see anyone who wanted to come up and question him.
He had no choice but to begin executing the mission with some regret. After confirming his current location based on the fixed reference objects in the sky, he stepped away and began to advance towards the planned Recon Objective.
However, unexpectedly, this walk actually attracted people with ill intentions.
His gait was too deliberate. Although he was imitating the people around him and was improving at an extremely fast speed, he couldn't hide it from their eyes yet.
It was obvious at a glance that he had come in from the outside, and he certainly wasn't a member of the military police—those people usually looked law-abiding in their uniforms, but when you stripped off their clothes, they were all more shrewd than the other, even more bandit-like than the bandits. They would definitely understand and practice before coming.
After determining that Zhang Ge's identity didn't belong to those parts that were not to be trifled with, someone quickly couldn't hold back.
He had just walked more than ten meters away when he was blocked on the street by several strong men.
Pretending to cooperate with them to stop, Zhang Ge curiously scanned these people.
As expected, it couldn't be said that they were upright, but at least they could be recorded in Stranger Things.
Pollution, toxins, drugs, body modifications...
There wouldn't be a plot where someone picked up a dirty little girl on the street and, after washing her, discovered that she was a beautiful embryo.
Because in this place, even looking normal had become the privilege of the gang's upper echelons. These bottom-level people would only have their bodies and minds twisted together by the contamination of those things.
What was even more tragic was that this wouldn't even increase the food of the evil gods, because after a few generations, the people in the gang-controlled area would think that looking like this was a very normal thing and that they were physiologically inferior to the high and mighty upper echelons.
Of course, Zhang Ge wouldn't be merciful because of this tragedy and change his actions—even if he thought from the perspective of wanting to save humanity from this twisted state, letting him die in the most efficient way was also the most feasible plan.
His thoughts returned from his mind to reality. At this time, the leader of those few people also said:
"You, take off all your things. You can leave."
These words obviously treated Zhang Ge as a fledgling chicken.
Seeing that he didn't intend to continue cooperating, the leader let out a few low laughs and continued to threaten:
"Look at this gun."
He took out an automatic pistol with some rust and various decorations from his waist, looking enraptured:
"How wonderful... she has killed sixteen people with me. You, want to be next?"
"Sixteen?"
"Hehe, that's right."
He showed Zhang Ge the sixteen blood marks on the side of the gun.
"Very well, then what about yesterday?"
"Huh?"
He subconsciously wondered because of this twist, but he quickly became angry, seeing it as a provocation to himself.
But before he could do anything, he felt his power seemed to be drained away.
Unable to control his body.
This was the last thought in his mind.
And Zhang Ge crossed this insignificant little thing after creating several corpses with neat cross-sections in that instant.
And waited for what he really wanted to wait for.
The noisy venue had become quiet at some point, and groups of people with uniform markings on their clothing and bodies gradually took over each Securing Chokepoints.
Obviously, not everyone couldn't see through Zhang Ge's routine. After confirming this through this little thing, the force behind them immediately reacted to it.
This was exactly what Zhang Ge really wanted by acting so wantonly.
It was easier to have the mountain come to him than to climb the mountain.
Looking at those people Securing Chokepoints, Zhang Ge gradually stopped.
A Gilded Limousine drove out from the street corner and stopped on the road next to Zhang Ge with a pleasant and smooth engine sound.
In the passenger seat, a person with a Laspistol on his waist got out of the car first and respectfully lowered his head after opening the back door.
From behind the open door, a Crimson Matriarch with clear blue eyes slowly landed. Her curly hair reached her chest, and she held a pure wooden cane in her hand.
She walked towards Zhang Ge's line of sight, stopping just before she reached his chest.
"May I ask, what business do you have? This... Space Marine, sir?"
Her lips outlined a smile on her face after she spoke, but her mood was not as bright as her expression.
Not long ago, many of her important areas had been invaded, but she couldn't even touch the tail of the opponent. At first, she thought it was the sabotage of other gangs, but when she asked, she learned that several gangs had been attacked at the same time.
Although this didn't cause any substantial threats, it was just a matter of a hundred or so deaths. But if it was done cleaner, that would have been one thing, but they were too lazy to even deal with the bodies... Such recklessness was undoubtedly slapping her in the face.
Even if she really didn't want to provoke the force that could organize this force, showing too much weakness here wasn't just a matter of losing some prestige. She had no choice but to come forward in person to meet this "enemy" who was currently the only one who had revealed himself.