If you don't animate, you will die

Chapter 210 Entrustment (Human 9)
Xu Xueping glanced at Huabo, lowered her head and stopped talking. Zhu Hanyang nodded to Huabo, "Yes, some of them don't want money. Can you imagine? Looking for food in the garbage, but refusing to accept 100 million yuan!"

Huabo said firmly, "But there are definitely very few such poor people."

"Yes, but as long as they account for one in [-] of the poor population, it is enough to form a social class. Under the advanced social survey methods of my brother, their living standard will be regarded as the lowest living standard of human beings. level, and then become the standard for my brother to allocate reserved land... You know, it only costs one hundred thousandth!"

"So, what percentage do you know now?"

"About one in a thousand."

"These despicable perverted sinners of all ages!"

Xu Xueping cursed at the sky, her limbs trembling with anger.

"You entrusted me to kill these people."

Zhu Hanyang nodded.

Smoothbore looked at Zhu Hanyang with a strange look, and suddenly laughed uproariously, "Hahaha... I am actually benefiting mankind?"

"You are benefiting mankind, you are saving human civilization."

"Actually, you only need to threaten death, and they will still accept the money."

"It's not safe!" Xu Xueping leaned closer to Smoothbore and whispered, "They are all perverted lunatics, the kind of perverts distorted by class hatred. Completely wipe out this kind of people from the earth."

Huatou looked at Xu Xueping and nodded, "I understand."

"So what is your plan now? We have already satisfied your request and explained the reasons. Of course, money will not mean much to anyone in the future, but if you want money, we will still give it."

"Money doesn't mean much to me for a long time, and I never thought about the latter matter... However, I will perform the contract. It will be completed before midnight today, please prepare for acceptance."

After Smoothbore finished speaking, he turned and left.

"still have a question."

Zhu Hanyang stopped Smoothbore, "Maybe it's impolite, you don't have to answer. If you were poor, wouldn't you ask for our money?"

"I'm not poor."

Smoothbore didn't turn around to say anything, but after walking a few steps, he still turned around. At this moment, Smoothbore's eyes were sharp and his face was gloomy, "If I were, yes, I wouldn't want it."

After Smoothbore finished speaking, he strode away. When Smoothbore disappeared around the corner, the camera also turned.

Smoothbore and Target One have met. .

Smoothbore was the first to speak, "Why don't you want their money?"

The homeless man I saw in the square last time is now standing in the grove in the park not far from the square, and two kinds of light penetrate into the woods.

One is the faint blue light, which comes from the star ring formed by the elder brother’s spacecraft in space. This piece of blue light casts mottled light and shadow on the ground in the forest. The other is the light of the city, which obliquely shines in from the trees and changes constantly. So, the light and shadow shots in this section look beautiful, the light and shadow are constantly flowing, and the figures of Smoothbore and the tramp are constantly being dyed in different colors.

The homeless man smiled, "They are begging me, so many rich people are begging me, there is a woman who is crying! If I ask for money, they will not beg me, rich people beg me, very Cool."

"Yes, very cool."

As Smoothbore said, he raised his right hand that was tied to the clothes, and in the clothes, he pulled the trigger of the big nose.

The muffled gunshots were accompanied by a flash of light, and the screen fell into darkness.

The big nose was covered by clothes, and the sound of gunfire was muffled, but no one noticed.

On the way to the garbage dump, Smoothbore kept saying silently, she is not Guoer, she is not Guoer!

When he arrived at the garbage dump, Huabo found that she was the only one picking up garbage today, and the other scavengers had obviously received their money.

Under the blue light of the star ring in the sky, Smoothbore stepped on the soft garbage and walked towards her.

The Scavenger didn't even notice who was coming, and Smoothbore fired.

There is no need for silencers on the garbage dump. His gun was fired outside, and the sound was very loud. The muzzle fire was like a small lightning bolt, illuminating the surrounding garbage mountains for a moment. Due to the long distance, the bullets were sent out in the air. There was a whining sound of breaking wind.

This was another time of super fast cooling. The bullet was like a spinning wheel or a blade spinning in the air. It instantly smashed the target's heart into pieces. She died before she fell to the ground.

After she fell down, she immediately merged with the garbage, and the blood donation went deep into the garbage dump, and the smell of blood was also drowned by the rotten smell of garbage...

The moment he realized someone was behind him, Smoothbore turned around suddenly, and saw the painter standing there, his long hair fluttering in the night wind, soaked in the light of the star ring, it was like a cluster of blue flames blowing in the wind. fluttering gently.

The painter asked, "Did they let you kill her?"

"It's just to fulfill the contract, do you know her?"

"Yes, she often comes to see my paintings. She doesn't know much about reading, but she can understand the paintings and likes them as much as you do."

"You are also included in the contract."

The painter nodded calmly, but did not reveal any fear, "I thought about it."

"Just curious, why no money?"

"My paintings all depict poverty and death. If I become a millionaire overnight, my art will die."

Smoothbore nodded. "Your art will live on. I really like your paintings."

As he spoke, he raised his gun, and just before he was about to pull the trigger, the painter interrupted him.

"Wait, you just said you were performing a contract, so can you sign a contract with me?"

Smoothbore nodded, "Of course."

"My own death doesn't matter, just avenge her."

The painter chuckled lightly, and then pointed to the place where the scavenger girl fell.

"Let me explain what you mean in the business language of our industry. You commissioned me to process a batch of workpieces that once commissioned me to process two of your workpieces."

The painter nodded again, "That's right."

Smoothbore nodded solemnly, "No problem."

The painter smiled, "But I have no money."

Smoothbore also smiled, "The price you sold me for the painting is really too low, it is enough to pay for this business."

"Thank you then."

"You're welcome, just fulfilling the contract."

Red-golden flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun again, and the bullets rolled, piercing the painter's heart before they could make a whistling sound.

In the black and white picture, black blood sprayed from his chest and back into the pure white air, and then fell on his back.

"It's not necessary."

A voice came from behind Huabo. Huabo turned around suddenly and saw a person standing in the center of the garbage dump. A man, wearing a leather jacket that was almost the same as Huabo's. He looked young, had an ordinary appearance, and had bright eyes. Reflecting the blue light of the star rings.

The gun in the smoothbore's hand was hanging down, not aimed at the newcomer, he just slowly pulled the trigger, and the hammer with the big nose was lifted lazily to the highest point, in a state of triggering.

"Is it the police?"

Huatou exhaled in a relaxed and casual tone.

The visitor shook his head.

"Then go to the police."

The visitor still didn't move.

"I won't shoot you in the back, I only process the workpieces in the contract."

"We don't interfere in human affairs now."

the man said calmly.

This sentence turned into a bolt of lightning and hit Smoothbore. In the close-up, Smoothbore's eyelids were stripped, and his hand could not help but let go, and the hammer of the revolver fell back to its original position.

Smoothbore inspected him from head to toe many times, but no matter how you looked at him, he was an ordinary person.

"You guys have come down?"

asked Smoothbore, his voice trembling with tension.

"We came down early."

Then, on the garbage dump of the Fourth Earth, the two people from the two worlds were silent for a long time.

In the huge garbage dump, both of them stood in place, staring at each other in silence. Seven or eight seconds passed like this, and neither of them moved.

This

The air had solidified, and the smoothbore, unable to bear it, opened its mouth first.

"Are there also poor and rich people in your place?"

(End of this chapter)