Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 305 Mission Follow-up
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There was thunder in the sky, dark clouds were covering the sky, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The construction on the ruins has not stopped yet, the sound of construction is extremely noisy, mixed with the deafening roar of machinery and hoarse human voices, even the heavy rain can't cover it up.

"There is still construction under such heavy rain, aren't you worried about safety?" Su Xia asked again

"Oh, there is a request from above, so I have to do this."

"What if someone dies?"

"How much is a human life worth?" The worker laughed at himself, "Many people are recruited from slums or refugee camps, and some workers' wages don't even meet the minimum monthly salary, as long as they can eat enough to eat. .”

"Can you eat enough?"

"Yes, there is unlimited food in the cafeteria, and there is plenty of oil and water. You can also pack an extra one to take home with your family every day."

"That's not bad..."

Su Xia nodded slightly, it is indeed a good thing to be full.

Coral City is now facing a serious food shortage problem. A lot of fertile land is abandoned and the land is vacant. Every once in a while, it needs to use food to trade with other cities.

If not, there wouldn't be so many people supporting Su Xia when he used his identity as a masked monster to make trouble.

On the night when he fought Yu Tuo for the first time, several granaries in the city were captured by rioting refugees.

An idiot like Qi Lang couldn't think of this kind of work-for-relief method. What he thinks about every day is how to keep his position as the city lord. It is probably proposed by his secretary named Chai An.

After chatting for a while, Su Xia asked again: "Did you encounter any problems when demolishing this area before?"

"Of course there is a problem. This is the place where people live, and the higher-ups want to demolish it forcibly. We can only drive them away."

"Is there no place for resettlement housing for them?"

"I heard that some money was given."

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to go?"

"This... I don't know."

The worker's face changed slightly, his eyes wandered, he shook his head and said: "This, I can't say."

Su Xia understood in her heart, and asked, "Where did the people who lived here before go?"

"Go to the slums further inside." The man pointed to the distance, and there was a larger slum in front of this area.

"Okay, thank you."

Su Xia thanked her, held up her umbrella, and continued to walk deeper into the slum.

The rain has made the road muddy, and the muddy muddy water is mixed with dirty garbage. Every step is like stepping on a dirty ditch.

Behind Su Xia, the worker looked at him and murmured in a low voice: "It's strange, it looks familiar, have you seen it before?"

Recently, the major media in Coral City have spared no effort to report on Su Xia and the small pharmacy, and Su Xia's posters are posted on many streets.

The worker had seen Su Xia's poster, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and only thought he looked familiar.

Su Xia walked along the edge of the construction site, and within a short distance, the trouser legs were splashed with sewage, the original appearance of the shoes could not be seen, and the black coat was slightly wet by the rain falling into the umbrella.

Looking around, this slum is full of low, dilapidated houses, and many roofs are made of old asbestos tiles, which make a dull sound when they are hit by rain.

Su Xia thought of the old house in her hometown, and had mixed emotions in her heart.

Since his parents passed away in a car accident, he seldom went back to his hometown, so he went back every year during Qingming.

At this time, the sound of an engine suddenly sounded behind him.

"Om - hum -"

An old-fashioned engineering motorcycle was struggling to move forward on the muddy road. The two wheels were spinning rapidly, throwing out countless mud spots, and the lower half of the motorcycle was already stained with mud.

There were two construction workers sitting in the car, and the logo on their clothes was exactly the same as that of the construction site not far away.

When passing by Susha, they slowed down to avoid splashing muddy water on Susha.

"This shitty weather, it rains every now and then, and it's sunny every few days." When passing by Su Xia, the worker who was driving complained and shook off the rainwater from his hand.

"Oh, don't talk about it, let's go over and have a look. The family members of the dead are still making trouble. The boss told us to hurry up and find a solution as soon as possible." Another worker said.

"How else can it be solved? Isn't it just giving money?"

"I heard that they don't want money, and it must be dealt with fairly."

"Those poor ghosts don't want money?"

"Don't scold people like that." The worker behind said with a frown, "It's not easy for poor people, isn't it the same for us?"

"Right……"

The two walked away slowly, and their voices were gradually covered by the sound of rain.

Su Xia was thoughtful, looked at the direction the two were leaving with deep eyes, and then sent a team of nano-robots to follow them.

If he guessed correctly, the mission target may have died in the violent demolition of this slum.

This kind of thing happens in every world, and it is not uncommon.

The more you see, the more numb you become.

The mission has now failed.

Su Xia can't make up for anything when she comes here, she can only seek justice for the mission goal.

He planned to search the slums further inside and ask the people who used to live in this area, but the two workers who passed by just gave him some clues, which saved him a lot of time.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Xia followed the two people deep into the slums and came to the outside of an old cathedral.

"church."

Su Xia stopped while holding an umbrella, and looked up.

This cathedral is the tallest building in the entire slum.

In that war-torn era, this area was heavily bombed, even the cathedral collapsed in half, the idols were destroyed, and lost their original sacred brilliance.

The collapse of the church made people realize that even God cannot protect himself in the midst of gunfire and gunpowder.

Today, the remaining half of the church has become a shelter for many poor families.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Su Xia heard the crying, which came faintly from the rain.

The voice came from the church.

In addition to crying, there were also some noisy shouts, quarrels, and beating sounds, all of which merged into the rain.

The nano-robots sent by Susha have arrived at the door of the church, providing him with vision.

"So many people died." Su Xia frowned.

Counting carefully, in the cathedral, there were more than 70 corpses covered with white cloths, many of which were dyed red.

This number is staggering.

Many people cried bitterly on the corpse, crying until their eyes were red and swollen, many of them were children.

At the entrance of the cathedral, a group of adults confronted more than a dozen workers in construction attire, arguing and yelling.

"Why did you tear down our house in the middle of the night?" One of them scolded, "Everyone is sleeping, how many of them have time to escape?"

"Didn't I inform you of the time?"

On the opposite side, among the dozen or so workers in construction uniforms, the leader stood up and said something indifferent.

He glanced at the more than 70 corpses indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes. He obviously did this kind of thing often, and said indifferently, "How about fifty thousand dead people?"

"Get out! We never agreed to move away!"

"That's the end of the matter." The leader shrugged, "Anyway, your house has been pushed down, and you can't go back if you want to. Can't you just take the money and buy a new one?"

"Money? Can you buy your life with money?"

Everyone was furious, glaring at the leader, their eyes were red.

But the man actually nodded, looked at everyone, and replied seriously: "Yes, money can indeed buy your life."

"you……"

These poor people in the slums never imagined that the person on the opposite side was so indifferent to life, equating human life with a stack of cold banknotes.

Su Xia stood outside the cathedral, quietly listening to their quarrel.

Things were almost exactly as he had imagined.

The aborigines living in that area refused to move out. In order to hurry, the engineering team chose to force their hands and knocked down all the houses with heavy machinery in the middle of the night.

Many people were crushed to death in their sleep, and the seventy corpses in front of them were not all of them.

There are also more than 100 cold corpses, placed in rooms under the cathedral.

This kind of thing often happens on the other side of the earth, but only one or two people die every time, and the heat is often suppressed by other news.

Even Su Xia couldn't imagine that nearly 200 people died here.

The violence was far beyond his imagination.

This is not a construction project, it is clearly a destruction project.

"Are the construction workers also under Su Jianshe?" Su Xia suddenly thought of this question.

Through the field of vision of the nanorobot, he saw the name on the badge of the man, which was called "Wang Hong", and his position was project manager.

As long as they are in the urban construction department, they should all be subordinates of Su Jianshe.

With Su Jianshe's character, how could he tolerate such a person in his department?
"We want to report the crime!" A roar came from the door of the cathedral, and the anger of the crowd could no longer be suppressed.

"Report?"

Wang Hong suddenly laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at.

After a while, he put away his smile, breathed out a cold breath, and said to everyone: "Now settle this matter, you can get the money, we can get peace, it's good for both parties... If you report the crime, remember my words , seriously remember, you will not get a penny, and some people will have to spend the rest of their lives in prison."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." Wang Hong spread his hands, "I just don't like trouble. I see you are pitiful, so I want to give you some money."

"you……"

It has been said since ancient times that the people do not fight with the officials. This is really not just talking.

Susha went around in a circle and walked into the building through the gap behind the cathedral.

The sound of the rain was blocked by the tall buildings, and the rest of the world's sounds became much clearer, as did the crying in the church.

In this world, Su Xia is used to seeing death, and is mentally prepared for the death of anyone around her.

But these ordinary people were different. Death came so suddenly that they couldn't accept it for a while.

Su Xia put away the umbrella, shook the rain, stood in the corner, and carefully looked at the corpses in the cathedral.

【Li He's corpse】

【Luo Ziyu's body】

【Zhao Ming's body】

【…】

One by one names appeared in front of his eyes, and each name corresponded to a corpse covered in a white cloth.

Soon, he found the target of the last wish mission.

【Yu Mei's corpse】

Su Xia sighed softly, he guessed right, something happened to the mission target.

Yu Mei is Zhao Qin's wife, who was entrusted to Su Xia by Zhao Qin before his death. If the world after death really exists in this world, their husband and wife may have been reunited.

Beside the corpse, lay a little boy with red and swollen eyes, tears kept rolling down from the little boy's eyes.

Su Xia moved slightly and read out the little boy's name.

【Zhao Xiaobai: The child of Zhao Qin and Yu Mei】

They also have a child left behind.

Su Xia immediately walked over, and slowly squatted beside the child, without saying anything.

After a while, Zhao Xiaobai realized Su Xia's existence, turned to look at him, and sobbed: "You... who are you?"

"Are you Xiaobai?" Su Xia asked.

"Ah."

"I'm your mother's friend. I heard that something happened to her, so I rushed over to have a look."

"Yes, but I don't know you..."

"I live in the south of the city and I seldom come here." Su Xia said in a gentle voice, "She often mentions you and says you are a good boy."

"me……"

When mentioning his mother, Zhao Xiaobai suddenly cried again, crying loudly, heartbroken, lying on his mother's body, crying heart-rendingly, his voice was already hoarse, and the crying was heart-rending.

The world is difficult, and it is already very difficult for a mother and son to depend on each other in this kind of place.

Now that his mother passed away again, Zhao Xiaobai became an orphan completely.

And the murderer who killed his mother was the biggest force in the entire city, a member of the city lord's faction.

For a low-level orphan like him, let alone revenge, how to survive in the future is a problem.

Su Xia didn't say too many comforting words, he just let the child cry first, and only after crying enough can he continue to talk about the future.

In the icy cathedral, there was a continuous cry.

Beside him, another little boy was lying on top of the two corpses, crying so much that he almost fainted: "Father... Mother..."

This is a man-made tragedy. If Su Xia didn't come here today, he would never know about it. This kind of thing never appears in the morning news every day.

At the gate of the cathedral, the dispute between the two sides continued, and there was even a physical conflict at one point.

Almost every household has a loved one killed, and the anger and grief of these people has reached its peak.

And Wang Hong's attitude was so indifferent, high above, as if he was looking down on the ants under his feet, and said casually: "What are you still making troubles about? Don't you think you don't have enough money? Well, how about one hundred thousand for each dead person? "

He snorted, and said lightly: "One hundred thousand, you can't earn so much money if you work hard for the rest of your life, and you can exchange so much for a dead person in the family. I don't know how many people will rush to die!"

"You... you bastard..."

The people in the cathedral trembled with rage, their eyes were red, and their fingers were pointing at him, their lips trembling.

In addition to being angry, many people felt a sense of despair, ordinary people like them, what would they use to fight against others?

Perhaps, it is their best choice to accept the cold one hundred thousand and let this matter disappear silently.

But at this moment, Su Xia's voice suddenly came from the church: "One hundred thousand? Do you think one hundred thousand can buy a life?"

Wang Hong didn't bother to see who said it, and replied calmly: "Isn't it?"

"I also have a hundred thousand here, how about giving me your head?"

"you……"

A trace of anger flashed across Wang Hong's face, and he shouted, "Who is talking, come out!"

"it is good."

Su Xia got up calmly, took an umbrella, and walked slowly towards the door.

Behind him, Zhao Xiaobai's crying became softer, and he touched his tears with his wet sleeve, staring blankly at Su Xia's back as he walked past.

"I'd like to see who dares to talk to me like that!" Wang Hong looked into the church with a cold face, but when he saw Su Xia's face, he suddenly trembled and took a breath, Hastily squeezed out an ugly smile: "Isn't this Master Su, why do you always have time to come to such a place?"

Su Xia didn't answer, but just asked calmly: "Why are you arrogant before being respectful?"

(End of this chapter)