Chapter 15 "Windfall" (15) Greed

The pulse energy bullets fired by the micro-pistol were extremely powerful, far exceeding Roy's expectations.

Sticky blood was flowing on the walls and on the floor. Because of the thick dust, the blood did not spread too widely.

This is good news for the murderer, as it will make it much easier to do hygiene.

Roy leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, and lit a cigarette tremblingly.

Watching the smoke rings you exhale through the night vision device has a unique flavor.

He tried to think of wonderful things, sexy dancers, fine wines and delicious food... He tried to calm down the pounding heart in his chest, but he just couldn't.

he is afraid,

sad,

fear……

This is not the first time I've killed someone, and it's probably not the last time, but I just can't get used to it, I can't enjoy this feeling——

This feeling of controlling other people's life and death brought him unparalleled pleasure, but also brought endless pressure and guilt.

(Oh my god...what did I do? We had breakfast together an hour ago, and now I kill him and smoke a cigarette next to the body...)

Roy is a poor boy who grew up in the slums. He has many bad habits, but he is smart, cautious and never timid.

He was never a valiant and ruthless gangster, nor was he a snake-hearted gang member. He was just an ordinary person with a dream of getting rich.

When the third cigarette burned out, the long ash fell onto the upper part of the shoe and broke into a pile of debris. My racing heart finally calmed down.

Viewed through night vision goggles, Old John's limp body looked like a giant worm, no different from the stinking corpses of gang members in the sewers.

This is an old neighbor and friend he has known since childhood.

We haven't lost contact for more than ten years, but now she betrayed him because of a bag of money and wanted to kill him.

(Yes, that’s it, don’t blame me at all!

Why should there be psychological burden?

All fates have their own destiny. I shot out of self-defense. From the moment I woke up this morning and got into that taxi, today's script has been written. Only one person can survive from the underground shelter.

go out……)

The process of disposing of the body was not very smooth.

Old John was tall and fat, and Roy was so tired that he was covered in sweat.

Holding his trousers, he pulled the body into the next room. It was empty, with only tables and beds. It was one of hundreds of refuge rooms in this abandoned underground fortification.

Roy picked up the empty old revolver and put it into old John's cold hands, making it look like he had committed suicide. After playing with it, even he felt stupid;

(What’s wrong with me? It’s so unnecessary!)

He took out a bunch of keys from the corpse's pocket, found the corresponding one, inserted it into the keyhole, then rotated and applied force until it snapped inside with a "click" sound.

Perfect.

Roy raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead, found the kerosene lamp that he had kicked away, lit it again, and then used the light to put away the flashlight, night vision device and micro pistol.

He found a thick stack of dirty sheets and pillowcases from the storage room, stepped on them with his feet, wiped away the blood on the floor, wiped off the marks on the wall, and stuffed them all into the mouse hole.

Opening the safe again, he stuffed all the remaining money into the bag, thinking as he did so;

(money,

scary stuff,

Can turn an old drunkard into a greedy murderer.)

When locking the L1 passage door, follow the old method of twisting the key inside to ensure that no one can enter.

Carrying a heavy handbag filled with cash, Roy was already sweating profusely when he climbed the stairs to the ground.

There was no one outside. Coming out of the underground, even the dirty air seemed much fresher. There were a few little sparrows that were shaking their heads and tilting their heads to look at him.

(Little thing, you better not tell anyone, otherwise I will buy a sniper rifle and shoot you all down.)

Roy spat to drive away the sparrows, then closed the heavy security door, broke the key, and threw the remaining bunch of keys into an abandoned cellar.

From now on, no one can step into this underground shelter.

In a few days, someone might notice that the administrator, Old John, is missing, but it's not a big deal. For a drunken fool like him, the police department doesn't even bother to send people to find the body, and just cancels the population.

After passing through the ruins and entering Old John's RV, Roy found a complete set of monitoring equipment in the cab;

(Damn it, the old guy really bought it, this equipment is not cheap.)

He found a screwdriver from the drawer, unscrewed the mainframe casing, and removed all the large-capacity surveillance hard drives inside.

He took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator and drank a few sips, glanced at the dirty bed, and then turned away.

The roads in the suburbs were empty, with few cars passing by. It took me a long walk before I hailed a taxi. The driver was an old woman with maroon curls and heavy makeup.

The old woman complained endlessly about her cat and how her sandwiches were covered in cat hair.

From time to time, she used the rearview mirror to spy on the passenger sitting in the back seat, and seemed to be interested in the shopping bag he was carrying. Roy became irritated and simply blocked her mouth with money.

Suddenly, all planned plans had to be overturned. Such a large amount of money could not be deposited in the bank. It would arouse suspicion. It could only be secretly hidden at home...or...

He had a place in mind but was in no hurry to make a decision.

The first thing that needs to be solved urgently is the safety issue. Obtaining this money has consumed his life's luck, and it will be even harder to keep it.

After returning to the city, Roy finally made up his mind and asked the driver to pull over.

"Thank you for your patronage, 2.85 tera coins."

Roy took out a five-dollar bill:

"Keep the change, please."

The female driver did not say thank you, but stared at the customer and his bag with a wary look, and drove away slowly.

This was a construction site. Roy walked behind the construction fence, flattened several surveillance hard drives on the ground, and smashed them to pieces with a shovel.

(From now on, there is no need to be careful every step of the way, but you must also take precautions in advance.)

Opposite the construction site is a luxurious office building. It is daytime, and the holographic image projection on the top floor is not turned on. A line of letters is printed on the billboard:

NORTON

Roy heard someone say that this is Norton Security Company.

Pushing open the giant glazed revolving door, you will see a huge and spacious foyer. The floor is paved with natural lapis lazuli tiles. There is a large fish tank in the middle. The ambient light at the bottom illuminates the small sharks swimming in the water.

(luxurious decoration,

It seems that the business situation is very good. If what Old Jon said is true, this is the best security company in the city.)
Chapter completed!