Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

"Quick! That guy is right there!"

The rainy day in the back alley carries an aura of gloom and death. Although the smell of blood has been diluted by the thin rain, there is still a smell of death.

"Ta! Ta-ta! Ta!"

In the drizzle, a man in a black suit ran quickly in the back alley, and the pursuers behind him were a large group of middle-fingered men.

"Vanspeyer! You can't fucking run away!"

Harsh curses were heard in the back alley, and the residents in the back alley were afraid to speak out. After all, there was a large group of vicious gang members. God knows if they would come up and kill you if you showed your face.

"Hahaha."

Listening to the curses of the pursuers behind him, Vansbaer leaned behind a corner and patiently treated the wounds on his body.

"Come out quickly! All the members of your agency are dead! I just want to send you to reunite with them! I have to let you know the consequences of offending Zhongzhi!"

"Damn!"

Vansbaer looked at the old man who was carrying him on his back. He sighed softly and then climbed up the wall with his bare hands.

"I've been looking for it for a long time."

A member of the Middle Finger said angrily. Since they hunted down the Cold Blade Agency, this guy is the only one who has escaped alive until now. This guy also killed many members and brothers.

"Old wall lamp! I'm right here!"

A voice suddenly fell from the sky. The boy who just spoke looked up and saw a black box and a person jumping down above his head.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise and cracks were made on the ground. The boy's head was smashed into a pile of mud on the spot.

"He's right here. Kill him quickly!"

Suddenly, the black box flew over quickly and slammed into the head of a middle finger member.

"boom!"

The middle finger's body was pushed against the wall by the black box, and cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the wall.

At this moment, Vansbaer rushed over and hit the middle finger on the head with his fist, and grabbed the knife in his hand.

"boom!"

He raised his foot, quickly broke the guy's neck and rushed forward.

"Die!"

A member of Zhongzhi slashed his head with a knife. He instantly aimed the knife at the crack in the man's knife, and took this opportunity to slash the knife fiercely. Hearing a clang, the knife broke into two pieces on the spot.

"what?"

The middle finger was startled, and saw a sharp cold light flashing through it. In an instant, the middle finger was detached from the body. Vansbaier instantly grabbed the chopped off tip of the knife, and then threw it towards the pursuers behind him.

"Grass!"

One of the middle finger members cursed angrily, and the tip of the knife was inserted into his head. This was his last curse before death.

"Stop that guy from getting that box!"

A member of the Zhongfinger rushed forward to snatch the box, but Vansbaier would not allow him to do so. He suddenly threw the knife in his hand, and heard a scream as the man's hand was used by him. The knife was nailed to the wall.

“A free head massage.”

After pulling out the box, Vansbaer slammed the head with the middle finger nailed into the wall, then turned around and pressed the switch of the box.

"Crack, click, click."

The sound of a machine came from the box, and a large number of blades popped out of it in an instant, and then the members of the middle finger were chopped into pieces of flesh by the blades in an instant.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, a member who was not dead yet took out a gun and shot him in the heart, and then died completely.

"Ha ha!"

Vansbaer knelt on the ground in pain. The bullet missed his heart but missed it by only five centimeters, which was still enough to kill him. He had no strength to run now and it would be late night in the back alley in a while. Well, dying in the mouth of the scavenger will be his final outcome.

"Hahahaha! No, no, no, you are not going to die in the hands of the scavengers, you are going to die in our hands."

Amidst a burst of laughter, a large group of Zhongzhi members came out. They watched the fight in secret. Seeing that he was unable to resist, they walked out of the darkness.

"Damn it, you're not fucking dead?"

Looking at the lively guy in front of him, Vansbaier hated it so much that he already knew that he should be given a stabbing blow.

"Yes, I am indeed dead. My heart has stopped for five minutes at that time, and my head is about to be smashed by you. If my cronies hadn't dug out my brain and put it in U company's With the current preservation box, I might have been dead a long time ago."

The man laughed crazily and then looked at him struggling on the ground and continued to taunt.

"It's a pity that a hopeless firm like yours can't even buy insurance for its members. If you are as rich as me, you should know the importance of insurance for the close person."

(For those who have never played in the library, let me explain to you the terminator insurance. To put it simply, you can purchase different types of insurance by paying money to an insurance company. For example, if your body is damaged in all aspects, you can purchase it through the terminator insurance. The cloning service allows your brain to be transplanted into a cloned body to save your own life. Although it is ridiculously expensive, firms that have the conditions will basically do it.)

"Damn guy! You traitor! You betrayed Cold Blade Agency! Damn traitor! You will not die!"

Vansbaer cursed the traitor in front of him fiercely. If this guy hadn't been the second-in-command, it would have been impossible for Zhongzhi to know that he accidentally killed a member of Zhongzhi.

"Am I a traitor? Didn't I tell you on the first day I joined the company that I had something to do with Zhongzhi? Do you really think that I would keep a secret for you? Although I do like Hanblade, I You are a gang-oriented person, so I can only send you to hell.”

"Goodbye! President, please remember to go downstairs and say hello to me and the members."

The guy waved his hand and the members behind him were holding knives, ready to chop off his arms and legs before feeding him to the scavengers.

"I was thinking... there might be someone who needs help."

A light voice appeared around them. A woman wearing a bamboo hat and a green coat appeared in front of them quietly.

"Who are you? We, Zhongzhi, have our own affairs to deal with. I advise you not to offend us, Zhongzhi."

The man only dared to say harsh words, and there was a terrifying murderous aura coming from this woman, as if he could separate everyone present with just a move of his hands.

"I just saw a poor guy lying on the ground. It just so happens that I value this poor guy very much, so how about you give this guy to me and let's go our separate ways?"

"Who do you think you are to steal our middle fingers..."

Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck. Then all his brothers also felt a pain in their necks, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain.

"It's done, boss lady."

Carlos, who was wearing a bamboo hat, gently waved the blood on the Miao knife and walked between his middle fingers. Every time he walked past someone, someone would fall down. Everyone had a knife on their necks. He walked to When the man was in front of him, he stabbed his brain with a knife to prevent him from resurrecting again.

"Come on, Carlos, take him and we are ready to leave."