Chapter 5 "Windfall" (5) Nighttime Adventures

"Listen to me, brother, there is a 9mm automatic pistol with an extended magazine on the ground twenty meters in front of me."

"I saw it."

"Good, pick up the gun,

Load the gun, turn off the safety, and there are twenty-five bullets in the magazine. No matter how bad your marksmanship is, it's enough for you to kill all the bastards in the van. When you're done, you can walk away with 60,000 yuan.

people."

Roy looked at the money on the ground and swallowed.

Sixty thousand Terra, the common currency of the Federation, six thick stacks of banknotes,

To people in the upper class it is nothing, just the price of a luxury item, but to people at the bottom it means something completely different.

He had to work hard in the factory for three years without food or water to earn this money. In Terra, the salary of the lower-level workers is only enough for daily expenses, so it is difficult to save.

In fact, a poor guy like Roy, who can't even afford fresh vegetables and natural meat, may never see so much money in his life, and he won't have money to treat any illness he encounters.

Suddenly, there was a creak, the van's broken door was pushed open, and a thin old man fell out of the driver's seat.

The poor old man's thigh was broken and his body was bleeding. He didn't know how many times he had been shot. He struggled to raise his arm and opened his palm to Roy:

"I'll pay you 100,000 to kill that guy for me!"

"I'll pay 150,000!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"You damn old man! Why don't you put this bid aside?" the tattooed man cursed, then turned to Roy; "Don't worry, brother, my box is full of money. We can negotiate the price, but he is just talking empty words."

No basis."

The old man heard this and shouted, "Don't be fooled by him! This guy is a shameful charlatan! At that time, we agreed to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, but when he saw the goods, he started bargaining on the price again and used this place as a vegetable market!"

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"Nonsense!" the tattooed man scolded: "Get the fuck out of here! Old guy, the chips you sell are all low-quality junk. Second-hand chips removed from old equipment are not worth the price at all!

Dude, pick up the gun quickly, kill this old man, take the money and leave!"

"Young man, listen to my advice. This guy talks like farting. If you take his money, you will not live long. Why don't you kill him? Let's work together! From now on, you will be popular and drink spicy food!"

The tattooed man and the old man, two seriously injured and dying people, cursed loudly through the air. Roy was very embarrassed to be caught in the middle.

In fact, he can leave at any time.

he was scared,

I want to run away, but I am greedy for money. My brain seems to be split in two, falling into an abyss of contradiction. One leg wants to move, but the other refuses to move.

Suddenly, he thought of the worker who died in the accident this afternoon. The sight that flashed before his eyes was the horrifying body that had suffered excessive radiation, and the beeping sound of the monitoring equipment in the ward. The doctor shook his head and said, there is no hope, send him to the morgue.

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This hallucination was so real, like some kind of fable, that it scared Roy into a cold sweat.

(No, absolutely not!

I can't continue to live in such a muddle...I have to make changes quickly, otherwise Anna or myself might be the next one to have an accident!)

This is a good opportunity to change your destiny. Once you miss it, you may not be able to turn around for the rest of your life!

Damn it... Roy, you coward, be brave!

Give it a try! This is what I will do for the rest of my life!)

Roy gritted his teeth, took one step...two steps, and took a step forward. Then he bent down and picked up the dew-stained and extremely cold weapon.

At this time, the two people who were struggling to death had made no sound, and it was not known whether they were unconscious or dead.

Only the sound of a car passing by on the viaduct overhead was heard; Roy raised his head and looked around:

(There is no signal here, the cameras were all shot out, and there are no witnesses. It’s great, perfect.

I transform into a judge and can easily decide the fate of two people.

No, it’s three people, including myself. This feeling of being in control of everything is really... great...

In the factory, any team leader or engineer could call me out and scold me at will, and I wouldn’t dare to talk back. But now, I can decide between life and death.)

Roy lowered his head and touched the cold iron in his palm,

This is a Grim 1971 9mm automatic pistol. It feels heavy in his hand. He has played with guns before, but not the model in front of him.

It doesn't matter, the principle is the same anyway, pull out the magazine to confirm the ammunition, then insert it and pull the bolt, turn off the safety, Roy needs to make a choice;

Left or right?

An old man or a tattooed guy?

This is too difficult.

Roy often fights and is very skilled. He fights with fists or sticks, but the most serious result is minor injuries. As for taking human life, he has never dared to think about it.

Somehow he blurted out: "I can't shoot."

The old man fell into a coma temporarily, and the tattooed man shouted to him: "It doesn't matter, just give me the gun."

"Okay." Roy nodded, and the tattooed man smiled. He was so happy that he coughed, as if he had won the whole world.

Less than twenty meters away, Roy felt like he had walked for an entire lifetime.

"Brother, give me the gun." The tattooed man thrust his bloody palm at him.

"Then what?"

"I'll beat the old man to death, help me out of trouble, and then take the money and leave."

For a moment, Roy observed the tattooed man's cunning gaze,

For him who has been hanging out in bars for many years, observing people's emotions is an essential skill. Roy is convinced that if he hands over the gun, he will be the first to die.

So he breathed a long sigh of relief, no longer having to worry about it, raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards the tattooed man's bald head.

"Bang!" Blood, along with brains and skull fragments, spattered everywhere, followed by the crisp sound of metal bullet casings falling to the ground.

(It’s too simple to kill someone so easily,

I shouldn't have any psychological burden. These scum of society do all kinds of evil. I am doing harm to the people.) Roy comforted himself in this way, and his mood quickly calmed down.

The gunshot woke up the unconscious old man beside the van. He shouted to Roy ecstatically:

"Well done! Boy, you made the right decision!"

"Where's the money you promised?"

"Don't worry, you won't miss a penny of the two hundred thousand!"

Come here, I'll give you an address, and you can help me call someone to clean up this mess. There are a lot of corpses that need to be disposed of. You don't have to worry about the rest, just take the money and leave!"

"Sounds good." Roy walked towards the van.

The old man looked pale and was breathing heavily.

Roy soon realized that most people would have died long ago after being shot so many times. This old man must have undergone prosthetic transformation, implanted with artificial organs and a fully automatic heart pump.

Compared to the tattooed man, the old man looked much smoother and more sophisticated.

He did not ask for Roy's pistol, nor did he show any flaw in his eyes. He took out a blood-stained business card from his coat pocket;

"Young man, go find the address on the business card, knock on the door and go in. Tell him that Old Ward is in trouble and needs medical help."

Roy didn't take the business card: "Where's the money?"

"In the suitcase next to the man you just killed,

The money was used to buy my chips. We couldn't agree on the price and the deal fell apart, so that was the reason for the shootout just now.

Now that I win, it becomes my money, and I will give you two hundred thousand...oh no, half of it will be given to you."

"I'm sorry, old sir, I changed my mind."

"Wait! We can discuss it!"

"No need, good night."

"Boom!" Roy shot the old man twice in the neck and head, with a greedy expression on his face:

"I'm sorry, I want them all."
Chapter completed!