Chapter 1041

Johnny, he's a bitch. I don't know if you can feel that as readers, you may be able to see the clue from my strong subjective emotions, but after all, you can't really bear the spiritual impact of this bitch instead of me.

He chattered and talked to himself, regardless of whether you were interested or not. In a word, he said it very well. Of course, I admit that he has a lot of personality, and what he says is often a little interesting, but it's not a pleasant experience to talk with him. The two of us don't like each other.

At the afterlife nightclub, the man named Dennis Kramer gave me a commission - usually one that had to be handled by a middleman. As a mercenary, I should not directly undertake the work of customers. This is the rule. I protect both customers and mercenaries. The reason for disobeying the rules is very simple, either you don't want to be deducted by the middleman, or you don't want to divulge secrets.

"Kabuki beach, find a package, and we'll contact you then."

"Pay attention to your attitude. Don't hide with me. To tell you the truth, what the hell does the package look like? What the hell is hidden in it. Give me a clear explanation. You have three seconds

"It's a refrigerator. I can only say so much. No, no, no, don't do it. Can't I stop doing this business?"

There were people around to listen to the excitement and burst into laughter.

"Come on! What are you afraid of! "

"Well, if she doesn't do business with you, you can come to me, and my work will be fine."

Another burst of laughter.

This Dennis is looking for someone to take over work in the next life, which is equivalent to running to the barracks to find soldiers. Somehow, he just takes a fancy to me.

Johnny: it's called destiny

I didn't want to pay any attention to him. I just gently unbuttoned the holster and motioned to Dennis with gentle eyes.

"If you have something to say, really, I can't say more. This is my contact information. You can contact me when you get to the place..."

An afterlife mercenary came to warn me, "Hey, who? Don't move here."

"Kill him! How dare he blow your hair Johnny's still cranky.

Should I think of a way to push this man back into the chip? According to his current behavior, sooner or later I will be killed.

Dennis's package, the seaside of Kabuki District, a refrigerator.

Drive to charter street and look down from the side of the road. Under the dam, there are a lot of slums growing on the beach. They are rough and rusty, stinking of garbage and salty smell of sea water. This place is sandwiched in the low-lying part of the city. There are reinforced concrete streets and buildings on both sides. This is the only place - it is said that it was also a beach at first, but later because of the ring Now everyone goes to meiquan district to see the sea view. Who will come to such a broken place? Except for the homeless.

There are many poor people who have no family.

I climbed over the fence, stood at the edge of the street, at the top of the dam, and looked down.

Johnny suddenly patted me on the shoulder - a shock.

"Hello! What the hell's wrong with you? "

"What the hell do you have?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What the hell do you have?"

We scolded each other for ten minutes like two retarded people. Someone on the side of the road pointed to me: "I'm afraid this person is not mentally ill."

Tired, destroy it.

"What are you trying to say?"

Johnny stood at the edge of the dam, his hands open, the sea breeze blowing through his long hair. "Look, V, look at those people, they live by the sea, a heavy rain, a tsunami caused by an undersea earthquake can make them lose their lives and homes, but they still choose to settle down here. Does this precarious day remind you of anything? "

"Think of my miserable childhood? Is that what you want to say? "

"No, I mean, we, we are these people. We are in danger. As long as we continue to live by the sea, we will be swallowed by the sea sooner or later. V, wake up and do what you should do."

"What can I do? What can I do? What are you doing here? You don't have to fart here. I know we will die. What do you want me to do? "

The passers-by ran away.

Johnny pointed to himself. "Leave it to me. I'll figure it out."

"Fart your mother, get as far away as you can."

The end of chatting with bitches is either to be angry or to be angry. There is no other possibility.

Let me take a breath - the next step is to go down to the shantytowns.

What was the slum of 2077? Advertisements, Chinese signs, garbage dumps, solar panels, people smoking on the steps, drunk by the railings, young men with dyed hair in the arcade hall.

"And the tiger claw Gang? What are they looking for? "

It seems that my customer still doesn't tell the truth, this is not a simple delivery operation.

Dennis sent the details of the mission - found a box with the words "no future.".

I found it in a deserted tin shed. It's a small arcade hall, but there are no guests. So I played "radish run" for a while.I used to play this game when I was a child. It hasn't changed for so many years. It's still as simple as before. It's nothing more than pixel level screen, controlling a group of horse hurdles called turnips, ha, children's tricks.

Five grand. Okay, five grand.

Two hours later.

A group of tiger claw gangsters also broke in, "Hello! You, get out of here, tiger claw

I was surprised.

At this time, I heard Johnny's voice: "be careful..."

My body is out of control. The backhand catches the bat from the gangster. It's very sensitive. Grass, it's Johnny. He controls my body.

"Fool, die for me." Johnny pulled out my left wheel and performed a wave of Stallone style fast shooter shooting. He finished one round in half a second, pressing the hammer with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other.

Hey, I didn't even know you had it!

Several thugs in the house were killed at that time, while several others outside the house took out their guns one after another and said, "kill this bitch!"

Johnny made a noise, threw the gun in the man's face outside the door, and picked up the dead man's rifle.

He went to the door, like a hero in a movie, the sun was shining, he was carrying a gun, the enemy's bullet just so happened not to hit him - I also consciously, I can smell the smoke, feel the heat of the bullet through the air, hit the face temperature.

It's scary enough, damn Johnny, who let him make his own decisions? It only takes a few MB of virus to deal with these bastards!

"Look, the battle is over. It's as simple as that. You're welcome."

"You are sick!"

"Do you have medicine?"

“……”

It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I went back to my room and opened the container. There was a big living man in it.

OK, Dennis asked me to give you a box of bananas instead.

It's not going to work. It's going to cost more.