Chapter 40 [016] Night, Hands, Money
Chapter 40 [016] Night, Hands, Money
The outer city is a lawless place.
No matter if it was robbery, kidnapping or murder, crimes committed in the outer city would not be prosecuted. Even if a person from the inner city was kidnapped to the outer city, as long as his resident level did not reach A, the city police would mostly sit back and do nothing.
Thus, the profession of "bounty hunter" came into being. Most of them were born in the outer cities, and they had two unique skills, so they would run around hunting for the bounty missions of the rich in the inner city.
Be it rescuing hostages or revenge killing, as long as there is money to be made, they don't mind adding a few more lives to their bloody fingers.
Among them, there are also some depraved bounty hunters who specialize in less risky but more despicable work...
"Selling goods, cheap and good stuff!"
The night in the outer city always comes earlier. Under the broken stone wall decorated by the dark night, a little girl wearing a red hooded cloak sat with her knees hugged, selling with her hoarse voice.
Red is more conspicuous, but the little girl is not deliberately seeking individuality. In Huanshi City, the clothes of the poor are mostly red and black.
The process of using phlogiston energy produces phlogiston ash. This toxic waste is observed under a magnifying glass as a polyhedral crystal with red and black interlaced. The red and black colors can be extracted through complex processes as dyes. Red and black clothes are relatively cheap, and as for the slight toxicity, the poor have no time to consider it.
It had just rained acid, and the ground was very cold. The little girl in the red hat continued to hawk:
"There are also sweet dream pills, 10 yuan a piece. Euthanasia capsules, 5 cents a piece. Mixing the two together will have a miraculous effect!"
Sweet dream pills are commonly known as "happy pills". They are developed and sold by a company and are a favorite among addicts.
Whether in the inner city or the outer city, there is no shortage of addicts addicted to "happy drugs". They generally suffer from symptoms of drowsiness, mania and amnesia. Murders for a few happy drugs happen every night.
A tall man in a gray windbreaker with an unclear face approached the little girl in the red hat. He held the wall with his left hand and seemed to be holding something with his right hand hidden in his windbreaker.
The little girl in the red hat thought a customer had come. She looked up at the man, and the faint moonlight illuminated her childish face - she looked less than 10 years old.
The man in the windbreaker laughed strangely: "Hands... your hands are nice."
The little girl in the red hat looked down at her hands resting on the basket of goods.
Indeed, a neighbor said that her hands were naturally beautiful and many noble ladies did not have such beautiful hands.
But it's all in vain. Unfortunately, I was born in an outer city and can only use these hands to do hard work. In a few years, these hands will be covered with calluses and become rough and ugly, right?
"Fuck you! Get out if you don't want to buy anything!" Little Red Riding Hood suddenly uttered some cruel words. No one expected that despite her frail stature, she could be so cool as soon as she opened her mouth.
The man seemed not to hear any of this, and he pulled out a long, sharp dagger from his windbreaker.
"Sell me...your two hands, I'll give you 1000 yuan."
The offer made Little Red Riding Hood hesitate for a moment, but she quickly made a threatening expression like an animal before biting someone.
"Fuck! It costs 10,000 yuan to enter the regeneration chamber to regenerate limbs! You only offer 1,000 yuan, do you think I'm stupid? Are you going to get out of here or not? If you don't, I'll call for help!"
Although the alley where Little Red Riding Hood sells her goods is dilapidated, it is not remote. Not far away is the back door of "Lao Wang Fried Chicken Shop".
I heard that the young master of the Night Dragon Society sponsored the boss to build a wall around the fried chicken shop and install glass. Now at the main entrance, the neon sign is breaking through the night, illuminating the flashing words "Lao Wang Fried Chicken Shop" into people's retinas.
It just rained acid rain, so there are fewer pedestrians.
The man in the windbreaker moved closer to the little girl in the red hat and bent down, blocking all possible escape routes for her.
"You don't want to drink the wine, right? I'm a bounty hunter, it won't be difficult for me to chop off your hand."
The man easily grabbed Little Red Riding Hood's wrist. Little Red Riding Hood stood up and kicked the man's knee hard, but a metallic sound came from under the man's pants from the prosthesis.
"Let me go! All my goods belong to you, isn't that enough? The Dream Pills are still of some value!"
The man glanced at the basket that had fallen to the ground. "How much is it worth in total? You know, there are some big shots in the inner city who like to collect beautiful hands. The price they offer is..."
The man felt a little regretful after saying this. "Humph, you let it slip by accident. Now I'm not only going to chop off your hand, I'm also going to kill you. Just bear with it, I'll be done soon."
"Fuck you! If you cut off my hand, I'll fuck you too!"
Little Red Riding Hood cried and cursed, but at this moment another man appeared in the alley.
The man was wearing a jacket, holding a plastic bag of takeout fried chicken in his left hand, and biting a chicken leg in his right hand.
"Lao Wang Fried Chicken" clearly uses chicken cell animal mud as raw material, but the fried chicken contains bones. In order to imitate real fried chicken, Lao Wang used highly compressed bone powder blocks bought from the company's supermarket, which are harmless to humans.
Some people say that Lao Wang is obsessed with putting bones in animal paste fried chicken. Qin Jiandan thinks that this is the beauty of it, and it is a manifestation of respect for the art of fried chicken. Fried chicken without bones has no soul!
"Fuck! How dare you kill someone on the Night Dragon Society's territory? Let the little girl go and see how I kill you!"
Qin Jiandan threw the chicken leg bones into the trash can. There were three large trash cans at the back door of the fried chicken shop, which were emptied every day, and sometimes beggars would come to pick up food to eat.
The man in the windbreaker half turned around and glanced at Qin Jiandan. It was dark at night, and there were no public street lights in the outer city. He could not see Qin Jiandan's face clearly, but only saw a dragon emblem on the chest of Qin Jiandan's jacket reflecting the moonlight.
"Hmph, you incompetent rat hiding in the shadow of the Night Dragon Society?" The man in the windbreaker sneered, "We bounty hunters are solitary and have much greater abilities than you bastards. If you get out now, I can still forgive you for meddling in other people's business."
Seeing that he had to fight, Qin Jiandan put the fried chicken on the ground. He carefully chose a dry place near the wall to avoid being polluted by acid rain. This was the midnight snack he prepared for himself.
"You don't know who I am, do you? But it doesn't matter. I don't intend to keep you alive anyway."
Qin Jiandan approached the man in the windbreaker. He originally wanted to use this thing to try out marble shooting, but there was a little girl in a red hat next to them, and he was not skilled enough and might easily kill someone by mistake.
As the distance got closer, the muscles on Qin Jiandan's arms became more distinct. The bounty hunter let go of Little Red Riding Hood's wrist, and Little Red Riding Hood picked up the basket of goods and ran away from Qin Jiandan, and he did not stop her.
"It seems that you have some skills... You are unlucky to meet me." The bounty hunter turned his body to face Qin Jiandan. "This dagger of mine has a coating of phlogiston gunpowder on it. It can ignite flames every time it is swung. It is very good at cutting off people's hands."
"Hahaha, if I'm lucky, the wounds will be disinfected immediately by the flames, and I won't die from infection after cutting off my hands! So, I'm really a good person with a good heart!"
The bounty hunter's face was distorted and his tongue stuck out of his mouth. Qin Jiandan suspected that this man had taken happiness pills before going out.
Why don't you just lick the gunpowder coating on the dagger? Phlogiston gunpowder cannot be eaten. Ingesting a large amount will poison a person to death. Wouldn't it be much easier for me if you died of poisoning?
"Flames! Beautiful flames that cut off beautiful hands!!"
After Qin Jiandan got close, the bounty hunter suddenly swung out the dagger, and the friction between the gunpowder coating and the air left a shining trail of flames!
"Hmm? Where are the people!?"
The flaming dagger completely missed the target, and half a second later the bounty hunter discovered that a large amount of blood was seeping out from under his windbreaker.
His chest was completely numb, and the bounty hunter turned around tremblingly, and saw that Qin Jiandan had come behind him at some point, and what the man was holding in his steeled right hand was a bloody, still beating heart!
"Are you..."
Qin Jiandan crushed the heart mercilessly, and the bounty hunter fell forward at the same time.
The "Steel Armor Breathing Technique" is indeed invulnerable to swords and guns, and this level of fire attack will not penetrate the defense, but if the jacket is damaged, it will cost money to repair it.
Qin Jiandan would not stand there stupidly to take the blow if he could easily dodge the attack. Now was not the time to show off his toughness in front of his wife.
Qin Jiandan ignored the bounty hunter's body. The resources in the outer city were scarce, and refugees would soon come to strip the corpse of its clothes, search for all its money and equipment, and even the corpse itself, which would be sent to the company's "corpse recycling center" in exchange for money.
"Luckily I put the fried chicken far away, otherwise if it got stained with blood..."
Qin Jiandan walked back a few steps, but couldn't find the plastic bag he had placed at the foot of the wall.
"My fried chicken takeout...could it have been stolen by a little girl? What an ungrateful little thing! Next time I see her, I will definitely ask her for protection money!"
(End of this chapter)