Living in the abandoned subway passages and sewers beneath the most prosperous areas of New York City, like a mole, he leads a dark life.

According to incomplete statistics, there are currently more than 2,000 "mole people" in New York.

For various reasons, they entered abandoned subway passages and sewers and found a shelter.

Living a life of poverty, danger, but relative freedom, often for decades at a time...

Martin has been a Mole Man for five years. He is originally from Cuba.

I have been in the Federation for almost thirty years. I was smuggled from Cuba to Florida in a small boat.

When he first arrived in the Federation, he also dreamed of living a good life, but the reality was very harsh. He worked many jobs, but none of them lasted long.

Gradually, as he grew older, it became increasingly difficult for Martin to find a suitable job.

With no source of income, he had no choice but to wander on the streets. Martin initially lived in a government relief station.

But I soon discovered that there was a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, and those who stayed there were either bullied or robbed. Fights were common, and there were also a large group of drug addicts and criminals ready to take action.

After staying in the soup kitchen on and off for several years, Martin finally couldn't stand it anymore and returned to the streets.

During this wandering, he made many friends who were in the same situation. One of his buddies happened to be the rumored "Mole Clan".

He told Martin that he had already found a great place, which was the sewer of an abandoned subway channel.

So Martin officially became a member of the "Mole Clan" and lived there for five years.

To be honest, life in the sewers is not too difficult. There is a supermarket not far from where he lives, and a lot of expired food is thrown out every day.

Relying on these barely edible foods, Martin can basically achieve "self-sufficiency."

He often laughs at himself, saying these are foods given by God.

Also just now, when Martin was picking up the food given by "God", he was pointed at gunpoint by two black men, put into a truck, and brought here.

Just when Martin was panicking, a black Mercedes-Benz drove over from the other side of the alley with its lights on.

The dazzling light made Martin couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

Bang!

Two sounds of opening and closing the car door were heard, followed by the sound of footsteps. Under the light, Martin, who had his head lowered, saw three figures standing in front of him.

"Mr. Lane, it's him, this mole knows the whereabouts of the group of people you are looking for!"

Martin couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this familiar voice.

In the shadow, a dark and thin figure stood there, pointing straight at him with his hand.

Martin recognized this as a black gangster who frequented the supermarket all year round and bought items for zero dollars. The only intersection between the two was that Martin broke into his zero-dollar items and was beaten up by him.

"You know the whereabouts of those werewolves!"

Before Martin could figure out what was going on, a low but gentle voice sounded.

Martin turned around, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the three people in front of him.

The leader was a white German man over two meters tall, with short silvery-white hair, wearing a tuxedo, a suit vest, and a pair of white gloves.

On his left was a burly man wearing a skull shirt with a fierce look on his face, playing with a catapult knife on his fingertips.

The last one is a gorgeous girl wearing a black leather trench coat. She is so beautiful that Martin can’t even describe it...

"Do you know the whereabouts of those werewolves!?"

A gentle voice brought Martin back to reality, and he shook his head tremblingly.

"I, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Huh?" Ryan looked at the thin black man beside him.

The thin black man suddenly jumped up, rushed directly to Martin, and asked loudly:

"Fake, it's not what you said. Have you ever seen a group of people in the sewers who howl when the moon is full?"

"Yes, I don't remember, I didn't say it, no!"

Looking at the guy who had beaten him violently, Martin's eyes revealed a sense of resentment, and he shook his head and denied it repeatedly.

"You clearly said that, just two days ago, I was at the entrance of the alley, and I clearly heard what you said..."

The thin black man was so anxious that he almost jumped to his feet. If Ryan hadn't been here, he might have pounced on Martin and strangled Martin's neck to question him.

"alright!"

Ryan waved his hand and asked the thin black man to step aside. He looked at the mole man in front of him with a smile.

"Have you ever seen that group of werewolves? This news is very important to me. If your information is useful, you will get a decent job and an apartment with five years of rent-free rent!"

Martin looked at Ryan and hesitated for a moment: "I did see a group of people, they were very strong and violent, not far from where I live, in the sewer under another abandoned subway station..."

"very good!"

Ryan clapped his hands, "Then please show us the way. When it is done, you will get what you want!"

Martin shivered and followed several soldiers into a commercial vehicle.

"Mr. Lane!"

Just as Ryan opened the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, the thin black man who had been huddled aside and dared not speak out gave a timid cry.

Ryan turned back and glanced at him: "You are Billy's man, tell him later and ask him to take $50,000 from the account!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lane, thank you, Mr. Lane!"

The skinny black man showed a burst of ecstasy on his face and kept thanking Ryan.

"The boss will be back tomorrow. He should be very happy to use these werewolves as gifts!"

Ryan, the co-pilot of the Mercedes-Benz, closed his eyes to rest, while Frank beside him drove the car silently and followed the commercial vehicle in front.
Chapter completed!