Chapter 9 Newcomer

On the vast land, looking away, there is only monotonous gray-brown, saw-like ridges and deep ravines, pulling the ground unevenly and fragmented.

This is a very desolate and barren land, like a giant with clean blood lying silently, helplessly opening his huge thick chest, allowing the years to wave the sword of time to cut at will until the muscles and bones are almost torn apart.

The current season is late autumn, and the climate is dry and cold, with gusts of strong winds rushing by, bringing high and low, like a sad whistling sound.

In a word, this is an extremely bad wasteland. But no matter how bad the environment is, it can't suppress the power of life. Under the mountains and rocks and winding ravines, there are many grasses and fine vines tenaciously drilling out of the ground, trying to release their vitality to show their existence. Occasionally, there are one or two small reptiles, looking around in a hidden place, and then quickly passing by and disappearing.

A thin young man with a childish face dragged heavy footsteps into a valley. Although his face was very tired, he still cheered up and carefully searched for something along the edge of the bottom of the valley. He paid special attention to all the places where there were plants, but after squatting down and carefully observing the soil, he got up disappointedly, threw down the soil in his hand listlessly and walked away.

This young man is extremely contemptuously called a waste cat by the exiles in this area. What he is looking for is water. Finding water was not anyone's business, but because of the weakness and cowardice of the waste cat, anyone could bully and dictate it, so many tiring and dirty jobs naturally fell on his head.

The whole paradise star has been in a state of drought for many years, especially the western hemisphere covered by deserts and poor land, and water resources are extremely poor. Now that the annual summer rain period has passed for a long time, the discovery of new water sources has once again become the primary problem that people urgently need to solve, and they have to send people to look for groundwater quite far away.

The sky gradually dimmed, and soon blurred the scenery a little far away. The waste cat sighed in frustration and twisted its eyebrows sadly. He has been out for several days, and today he has been running around in vain all day. If he can't find a groundwater source for mining tomorrow, he will be cleaned up badly after returning to the mine.

Thinking of the inhuman torture that might be suffered, the waste cat couldn't help shivering, clenching its fist, gritting its teeth and silently cursing the damn villains. It's not that waste cats have never thought of escaping from the mines they live in. However, except for some concentrated mines, most of the places in Paradise Star are completely desert wildernesses and primitive fields. Not only are the living conditions extremely difficult, but also space monsters are everywhere. There is no doubt that a person living alone is a dead end, and escapes to another place. If you go to the mine, life may not be better than now, and most of them will be worse.

The waste cat can only choose to survive and maintain the current situation.

After nightfall, the wind becomes stronger and stronger, with an unbearable cold air. If you stay in the wild all night, you are likely to be frozen into hard ice.

The waste cat found a small cave in the valley that could barely accommodate him, which made him feel that today's luck is not too bad. At least, tonight, he doesn't have to work hard to dig a hole in the ground to sleep like a few days ago.

As soon as it was dawn, the waste cat opened its eyes. Although the several days of trek made him very tired, he did not dare to relax. Drilling out of the cave, the waste cat took out a piece of dry black bread, slowly wet the crumbs with saliva, swallowed his stomach, then looked around, dug out a few grasses, chewed the juice of the stems and leaves, and then began the unfinished water search.

It's not that there is no water in the water bag, but the waste cat is reluctant to drink. Those few mouthfuls of water should be left to save lives when they are extremely thirsty...

On this day, the waste cat had a hard time, looking for a larger range than any other day in the past, almost outside the safe area, but failed to find a new water source. Although he was entangled with strong disappointment and fear, he had to go back in order to continue to live.

After the last drop of water disappeared in his mouth for nearly ten hours, the waste cat, which felt as if its throat could spew black smoke, finally returned to the mine. The first thing was to rush to the public water tower of the mine and ask the guard's exile to bring him some water.

The guard looked at him lazily and asked, "Have you found the water?" After getting a negative answer, I didn't get angry, but just poofed contemptuously: "If I had known that waste is waste, fortunately I didn't really expect waste like you to be useful, otherwise everyone would be thirsty to death... Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I'll go there to take away this week's share by myself."

There were dozens of people waiting at the supply office. After waiting in line for a long time, the waste cat got its own kettle and felt that the weight was very light. It twisted the lid and looked at it. It was only about half of the usual. It quickly found the issuer and asked, "Is the amount too small this time?"

In the past, exiles with low status like waste cats would be deducted more or less their share of water. As long as it is barely enough, no one dares to question anything, but this time it is less than half of the due weight. There are too many deductions, which must last for less than a week. Waste cats have to summon up the courage to appeal for a claim.

"Oh, I forgot to say it." The issuer told him inappropriately: "There is a new group of people in the mine, so it is stipulated that some people must squeeze out a small share to supply them."

"However, my original share is the smallest." The waste cat said, "Now, how can this little water be enough?"

The issuer stared and wanted to lose his temper, but somehow, he put up with it and sneered, "This is the meaning of the mutual aid association. If you have any objection, go to the mutual aid association. It's useless to tell me."

In Paradise Star, every exiled prisoner must rely on his own labor to obtain the needs of daily life. In addition to prohibiting malicious harm and murder of others, the federal army guarding the Star of Paradise generally does not interfere in matters between prisoners. In other words, it is to let go and let the prisoners live and die.

Of course, there will be many problems when prisoners are placed so irresponsibly, but federal officials will not care about these. In their eyes, all exiled repeat offenders are hopeless scum and extremely dangerous cancerous parasitic bacteria. It is fortunate that they can leave a life. Do you still want any legitimate citizenship? It's ridiculous that citizens' tax money is not used to support scum.

Therefore, the ruling class was spontaneously formed within the prisoners in order to manage and implement various affairs.

The Mutual Aid Association is the ruling organization on the planet of Paradise, which is equivalent to the local government agency departments in normal society, consisting of a mutual aid leader and a varying number of mutual aid members. Needless to say, these people are naturally strong figures among prisoners. Of course, there is also an unspoken rule that their legitimacy is not guaranteed by federal law. As long as anyone has the ability, he can be replaced at any time, such as the battle for the status of the head beast in the herd.

The area where the waste cat is located is called the Monet Mine. There are not many people, less than 2,000, with only one mutual helper and three mutual helpers. But the horror of the prisoners who can stand out among the more than a thousand most vicious villains in the Federation can be imagined. At the thought of those members of the mutual aid association, the waste cat immediately shivered and closed its mouth and dared not say anything more.

There are also people who have been deducted their share of drinking water. They are not easy to pinch. Originally, they thought that they were the hands and feet of the prisoners of the Mutual Aid Association. They were worried and did not dare to quarrel. At this time, when they heard that the newcomers had divided their share, they immediately stopped and shouted, "We are the old people in the mine. Those new guys haven't contributed anything at all. Why do we want us to give them water?

Usually, if someone makes trouble, they will immediately suppress it. At this time, the issuer said with rare patience: "The Mutual Aid Society is originally to coordinate the relationship between the people. It will be troublesome to intervene in this matter. You can negotiate with the new people yourself. They should and have the obligation to take the initiative. Give up some share to take care of you old people, right?

"Yes, that's right." Everyone listened to the issuer's tone towards themselves and others, and immediately shouted louder, and shouted, "Let's go to those new guys. If they are interested, forget it. If they are not interesting, don't blame me for being rude and directly discarding those blind guys."

Seeing that they were getting more and more fierce, the issuers and guards did not dissuade them, but watched the bustle with a smile. The guard came to the issuer and asked softly, "What is the way for that group of newcomers? Let Boss Jeba worry about it. If you don't give them a face to face, you have to take a detour to test these waste materials?"

Boss Jeba is the mutual aid leader of the Monet Mine Mutual Aid Association and a well-deserved bully in the region. The guard was the confidant of one of the helpers. He was well-informed. When he heard the issuer ask, he said, "I'm not very clear about it. However, I heard that one of these people is very good. When he came, a colonel personally greeted Boss Jeba, and some of them were directly exempted from hard labor. Therefore, Boss Jeba had to deal with it carefully so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"It turned out to be a military word." The issuer spit on the ground and said disdainfully, "Damn, it seems to be something like dog legs. Humph, no matter how much he used to eat with those bastard officials. When he comes to Paradise, he will shit. If he doesn't follow the rules here, he doesn't have any ability, so he has to be an honest grandson.

The guard nodded with empathy and sneered, "Yes, the powerful guys don't have a place for them to stand on the star of heaven. They have been beautiful for a few days. Boss Jeba means to let these people try first*. If they can't even deal with these guys, That's because I don't have the ability, but no wonder Boss Jieba doesn't take care of it.

At this time, several people came over in the distance. The issuer looked up, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and said with a gloomy smile, "Isn't that the new guys?" He raised his voice and said to the noisy prisoners, "Hey, I said, some of them are newcomers. Aren't you going to negotiate with them? Now is the right time."

A swarm of prisoners rushed forward, and several people who were coming up saw that the momentum was not right. They all looked awe-hearted and immediately put on a defensive posture. The first bald man shouted, "Damn, what do you want to do? Stop for me."

The man's voice was extremely loud, shouting like a Thunderbolt in mid-air, shaking people's ears almost buzzing. A group of prisoners were shocked. Looking at the bald man's burly figure, strong as a cow and fierce face, he knew that he was not easy to provoke at first sight, he couldn't help but stop one after another, and the sharpness of questioning the teacher suddenly disappeared a lot. After looking at each other and getting angry with each other, a yellow-faced prisoner stood up and shouted, "Are you new here?"

Seeing their fierce appearance, the bald man hummed contemptuously: "What's wrong with my newcomer? If you have a fart, get out of here as soon as you have nothing to do. Don't bother me.

After all, there are few kind people who have been sentenced to exile to the Paradise Star. How can the prisoners stand this kind of contempt and provocation? They all shouted angrily: "Damn, this bitch is too arrogant. If you don't give him a strong look today, everyone will have no face to see anyone in the future."

The bald man stared at them and sneered loudly with his thick arms: "Okay, I'm waiting here. If you have any skills, just take them out for me to appreciate."

The prisoners were even more angry, but they saw that the bald man was fearless. The new prisoners behind him also stared at each other unwillingly, and everyone muttered in their hearts for fear of losing, and none of them jumped out as the first bird. The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and the yellow-faced prisoner who stood up before said loudly, "Okay, I don't see that you newcomers are still a little bold. If you are really some people who want to speak hard here, do you dare to break through the rules?"

"Breaking through the sky? Bah." The bald man spit in front of the yellow-faced prisoner and said with a sneer, "What the hell are you? Do I have the courage to comment on it? Do you still want to provoke me to break through? Do you think I look like a fool? Humph, if you want to weigh me, come up and compare yourself. Don't say some unnutritious nonsense.

Breaking through the customs is a special regulation in the major settlement areas on the Star of Paradise. Anyone can apply. As long as the barrier can be successful, they can immediately become a mutual helper of the mutual aid association, have a certain quota of material and manpower, and become a strong figure among prisoners. Of course, the conditions for breaking through the sky are extremely harsh. On the whole heaven star, those who successfully break through the sky can definitely be counted with one hand, and the rest of the guys who have superior ability or have luck have already returned to heaven. In the past 20 or 30 years, no one has applied at all.

Seeing that the bald man was not provoked, he pointed to his nose and insulted and challenged himself. In anger, the yellow-faced prisoner also knew that there was no room to retreat, otherwise he would be shameless. He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "What a bastard, he actually bullied me on my head. I'm here to show you some color. Do you dare to come?"

"Come on." The bald man laughed and said, "If I don't even dare to beat a little guy like you, won't I humiliate the name of Thunder Hammer?"

"Waste material is waste material, which can't be used." The issuer and the guard looked at the yellow-faced prisoner and shook their heads with contempt. Although the Heaven Star is all exiled prisoners, the federal government has not sent a special agency for daily management and let them live and die. The prisoners' usual behavior can be said to be lawless and respected by fists. However, unexcited death still needs to be investigated, so prisoners usually take a life-and-death duel to escape the punishment of federal law.

And this yellow-faced prisoner was obviously afraid to fight life and death, so he proposed to meet the bald man on the spot. In this way, even if he can't beat the other party, he will only suffer from some skin and flesh at most. It's better than accidentally sending his life out for nothing.