Chapter 1 (1/2)
Sasimu City
This place can't be found on any world map.
It is small and pitiful, nominally a city, but in fact has only thirteen streets. It doesn't belong to any country, nor borders any country. It's left behind and independent, a completely forgotten corner. In the underworld, however, its name is like that of a Holy Land, and even mentioning its name is a taboo.
Legend has it that in any famous war in the world, several terrible fighters from Sasimu City can be found. It provides soil for the growth of all kinds of evil flowers, and it is rumored that people born here even have black blood.
Here, skin color, s.e.x, age have lost their meaning. All unimaginable crimes are committed in this place as there is unfettered freedom. Inclusive of all those who can't live in the outside world, it is the real “City of Evil.”
However, people living here call it by another name—Heaven.
A Street.
“Welcome to heaven.”
A dark-skinned man opened his arms and laughed brightly at the s.h.i.+vering poor people on the ground. ”Only good stuff has come this time.”
There were a dozen people on the ground, some well-dressed, some in rags. Some had blond hair and blue eyes, some had black hair and black eyes. There were men and women; old people and children. There seemed to be nothing in common among them.
“You send me back, my family has money, I…,” the well-dressed man pleaded in fluent English, “I didn't intentionally come here, I was clearly on a cruise s.h.i.+p…”
Before he had finished, he was slapped to the ground with blood spilling from his mouth.
“Tsk, I'm sorry, what I hate the most is white skin.” The dark-skinned man rubbed his hands. “You're a good product. Many people here like your blond hair and blue eyes.”
“Wawawa” A baby's wails were heard.
A woman on the ground hugged the child in her hands and hurriedly apologized in j.a.panese, “Sorry, he won't cry anymore.”
The dark-skinned man saw the woman and the baby, and his eyes lit up. He walked up to the woman in two or three steps. He reached out his hand to grip her chest and kneaded it. “An asian woman, it's great. Mmh, it feels good too.”
The poor woman didn't dare resist.
“You're lucky.” The man showed his yellowing teeth and smoothly switched to j.a.panese. “Your child here is worth a lot. Once the baby's organs are matched and sold successfully, you can live here happily for several years. Many wealthy children always have problems and need fresh organs for replacement.
”No, no—” The j.a.panese woman held her child tightly, ”Help—”
”You should thank G.o.d that you're a woman. Here, as long as you aren't too unlucky, you can always marry into a family.” The man touched her chest again. “I'll find a good buyer for you.”
Quickly, many people gathered here.
Because everyone knew that the sale was about to start.
“Come on, negro. I need a new a.s.sistant.”
“I want that baby!”
“I like blond hair. I got some good cigarettes recently. Can I exchange them?”
Bang.
A gun went off.
The man who shouted that he had cigarettes had a big hole in his forehead and fell to the ground. The bullet wound was so big that it almost blew half of his brain. Red, yellow and white were mixed together, and some even splashed on the people nearby.
The shooter went up and touched the dead man's pants skillfully, pulling out several packs of cigarettes of unknown variety.
“When I happened to want to smoke, someone knocked on the door.” The gunman ripped open a pack, lit one and took a drag. “Bah, what is it? Waste of my bullets! “
”You shot and it splashed on me!”
”Those are the only clothes I (lit. laozi, an arrogant way of saying ”I”) own!”
“Why would anyone be so stupid as to say they have a cigarette? I was just about to do it. “
“These cigarettes should be compensated.” The man's face was full of impatience. “I don't believe I can't find a good cigarette today!”
The cigarettes were thrown on the ground.
The man walked alway with his gun on his shoulders while swearing.
The onlookers rushed up and picked up the cigarettes. Several others dragged the man's body away. This man's flesh can be sold to those who like to eat human flesh, and organs can be used as a source of wealth.
Soon, the dead man was carved up, and almost nothing was left except for a pool of blood on the ground, and people began to urge the black man to cite his price again.
If they can, some people will even go straight up and steal, but the black man is strong and is a famous killer here, so they will behave themselves.
The trafficked goods saw this scene and were so shocked they said nothing.
“Can't I find cigarettes today?” The gunman walked with the gun and talked to himself. People in the street were not surprised to see it. They didn't give him an extra glance.
“Hmm?” The man suddenly smelled the tempting scent of cigarettes.
His nose could smell even the cigarettes a woman hides in her underwear. This is definitely the smoke he has been looking for several days, which can make him happy for several days!
The man followed the smell and found a man leaning against the wall and looking at the sky.
He whistled at his good fortune.
Yellow race.
Still, he particularly likes the yellow man.
Yellow people are always older than they look, slender, with no body hair and fine skin. They are always much better in bed than white and black people.
From his point of view, this yellow man is the best.
There was no scar on his face, he did not look dry, his lips were full, and he should have no disease or drug addiction.
No matter what kind of beauty, once they use drugs, they will become ugly, and the body will emit a strange smell.
But the man had only the faint smell of cigarettes and looked young. Especially his eyes, clear as the best wine, with a touch of red, and if sold to human body collectors, will certainly get a lot of money.
Eighteen years old?
Or 20?
Oh, the age of the yellow race is a mystery.
But the man hesitated for a moment and did not rush forward.
There are thirteen streets, all of which are replaced by English letters. A Street is also the relatively best place because those fresh foreign goods always appear on A Street for the first time, as it's nearest to the sea. If you live in Heaven (remember, inhabitants of Sasimu city call the city heaven), you can hardly see anything new.
s.e.x/love, strength/rape are common here, as long as they are not afraid to die in the street, and n.o.body cares. But there are a lot of grumpy people here, and doing things in the street can easily cause other people's dissatisfaction and cause trouble, so few people do it except those who have exhibitionist habits.
The yellow man was so wonderful that he shouldn't be the only one who found him, but no one went up to get him. In this case, either the man had a strong patron, or the man himself was strong.
But the smell of the cigarette was so tempting that the man who had not smoked such a good cigarette for a long time, became extremely confident about the gun in his hand.