I don't have a system but I have a hammer

This sentence made me frown wildly. When did the other party know that I was a lunatic?or...

"Thank you for your gift, haha..."

The policeman sneered, and squeaked again into the communicator...

"The person is here, come to receive the goods..."

Glancing at the third child who was smoking a cigarette, and the second child who was stepping on the old bone and gesticulating with a gun, I thought for a moment and smiled at the red-headed guy...

"I want to know why, if it's for money..."

Before I could finish asking, a voice came from the communicator...

"Grrrrrrr~"

Damn, I don't understand...

But after the birdsong, the third child and the second child immediately started laughing excitedly, while the policeman looked me up and down with a smile...

"You may not know how valuable you are..."

It seems that the other party does already know my identity, but the question is why the female agent did this to me...

With such doubts in mind, I turned to look at her...

"why?"

However, she didn't respond, she was still cleaning the gun on her own, with a cold expression on her face that no one should get close to...

The policeman laughed, and continued the conversation...

"Why? Do you know how much a living albino is worth on the black market?"

WTF?It turned out to be because of this?

That’s right, black wizards in Africa call albinism patients white ghosts, and rumors that their flesh and blood can cure all diseases, and if they get a complete body of albinism patients, they can even make people live forever...

This has also led to many underground black markets or tribal chiefs spending a lot of money every year to buy the flesh and blood of the white ghost...

When the market is good, blood is like gold!

Realizing this, on the one hand I felt a little depressed, on the other hand I breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to face the crowd and opened the sleeve of my right arm...

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not an albino. I just have lupus. As for why I say I'm an albino, well, I admit it. I think albinos are cool..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's face sank immediately. After looking at each other, they all saw the displeasure in each other's eyes, and subconsciously prepared to come forward...

"Fourth, didn't you check before you came? Damn, 50 is gone..."

Faced with the boss's questioning, the policeman immediately turned ugly, and instead pulled out a pistol, as if he wanted to vent his grievances on me...

"Fake, how dare you lie to me..."

Seeing that he was about to make a move, I immediately pretended to be panicked and shouted...

"Wait, in order to make up for your loss, I am willing to give you 100 million knives as compensation..."

hiss~

It was even more exaggerated than the range hood, everyone gasped in a flash, their eyes were full of shock, mixed with the excitement of the windfall...

At this time, the policeman seemed a little embarrassed, he didn't know whether to slap or not to slap his hand in the air...

"Boy, do you have that much money?"

"Boss, I remember that people in the Middle East are quite rich..."

"Haha, I didn't expect to catch a big fish..."

Of course, apart from the expressionless female agent, only the red-headed guy was the calmest. He waved his hand to suppress the commotion of several people, and stared at me with burning eyes...

"How do you prove that you have so much money?"

I pointed to the deck overhead and shrugged...

"I need my communicator..."

The redhead waved...

"Third brother, go get his communicator back..."

Seeing the third child leave with excitement on his face, he looked at me again and grinned meaningfully...

"Is it very profitable to do charity? Or are you people in the Middle East so rich?"

Although this is just a very simple question, I can clearly feel the greed in his words, so I can only point to the old bones on the ground while avoiding the seriousness, and smile with a little discussion...

"Can 100 million change our lives..."

As if trying to test my bottom line, the red-haired guy thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly...

"Sorry, he can't, he's a policeman and will expose our whereabouts..."

Narrowing my eyes slightly, I decisively stretched out five fingers...

"500 million knives, in exchange for us to leave..."

hiss~

It's more effective than a range hood hitting your foot. Everyone gasped again, and before the shock in their eyes dissipated, I immediately added...

"There are five of you, 100 million each. With this money, you can leave Laos and go to other countries to live a good life. Even if someone exposes your whereabouts, you will not be caught..."

Looking around, I continued to confess my heart...

"Everyone comes out for money. Instead of working hard outside, it's better to use the money to find a small place to live in retirement, isn't it better?"

After saying this sentence, everyone became thoughtful, and there was a look of excitement in their eyes...

Except, of course, the redhead...

At this time, he was frowning and rubbing his chin constantly, as if analyzing the pros and cons of it...

Damn, is this guy in it for the money?

That's right, I'm still wondering, selling me as an albino is obviously for money, but why don't they take the money from the bank?

I glanced at the female agent indiscriminately. She still looked like she hadn't heard of the outside world, but the gun was cleaned and she was smoking a lady's cigarette now...

In fact, she is the one I am most afraid of among this group of people. As early as in Athens, I learned through the blond man that she is not the host of the system, but because of her work characteristics, she knows the existence of the system...

So an ordinary person without a system can become a second-level special commissioner in a highly hierarchical organization like the Alliance, which represents how terrifying her strength is...

Because of this, I will never tell her my identity unless necessary...

After all, once I stand up and fight back, I will inevitably use my prosthetic limb. Once she finds out that it is me, will she link the Union bombing with me?

I don't care, the problem is that the old bones are still in their hands. If something unexpected happens, I can't guarantee that he will become the enemy's means to restrain me...