death of hope

Chapter 15 "Flying Windfall" (15) Greed

The pulse energy bomb fired by the miniature pistol was extremely powerful, far exceeding Roy's expectations.

There was sticky blood flowing on the walls and the ground. Because of the thick accumulation of dust, the blood did not spread too far.

This is good news for the murderer, and it will save a lot of trouble when doing hygiene.

Roy leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and lit a cigarette tremblingly.
Looking at the smoke rings I spit out through the night vision device has a special flavor,
He tried to think of some wonderful things, XX dancers, good wine and food... tried to calm down the beating heart in his chest, but he just couldn't do it.

he is afraid,
sad,

fear……

This is not the first time to kill people, and it is very likely that it will not be the last time, but there is no way to adapt, no way to enjoy this feeling——

This feeling of mastering the life and death of others brought him unparalleled pleasure, but also endless pressure and guilt.

(God... what the hell did I do? An hour ago we were having breakfast together, and now I kill him, smoking next to the dead body...)
Roy is a poor boy who came out of the slums. He has a lot of bad habits, but he is smart, cautious, and never cowardly.

He was never a brave gangster, let alone a gang member with a heart like a snake, but just an ordinary person with a dream of getting rich.

When the third cigarette was burned out, long ash fell to the upper of the shoe and broke into a pile of dust, and the beating heart finally calmed down.

Through the night vision goggles, Old John's limp body looked like a gigantic worm, no different from a stinking gang member in a sewer.

This is an old neighbor, an old friend he has known since childhood,
He hasn't lost contact for more than ten years, but now he betrayed him because of a bag of money, and wanted to murder him for money.

(Yes, that's it, don't blame me at all!

Why should there be a psychological burden?
All fates have days, I shot in self-defense, since I woke up this morning, got into that taxi, today's script has been written, only one man will survive from the underground shelter go out……)
The process of disposing of the corpse was not very smooth.

Old John was tall and fat, and Roy was sweating from exhaustion,

He pulled the corpse into the next room with his trousers on. It was empty, with only a table and a bed. It was one of the hundreds of refuge rooms in the abandoned underground fortification.

Roy picked up the empty old-fashioned revolver and put it in old John's cold hands, making it look like he had committed suicide, and when he was done he felt stupid;

(What's wrong with me? What a waste!)

Take out a large bunch of keys from the pocket of the corpse, find the corresponding one, insert it into the keyhole, then rotate it, apply more force, until it snaps and snaps inside.

perfect.

Roy raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his brow, found the kerosene lamp that he had kicked away, lit it up again, and then used the light to put away the flashlight, night vision goggles, and miniature pistol.

He found a thick stack of dirty sheets and pillowcases from the storage room, stepped on them, wiped the blood on the floor vigorously, wiped off the traces on the wall, and stuffed them all into the mouse hole.

Opening the safe again, he stuffed all the remaining money into the bag, thinking while filling it;

(money,

scary stuff,

Can turn an old drunk into a rapacious murderer. )
When locking the door of the passageway on the L1 floor, twist the key inside according to the old method to ensure that no one can enter.

Roy was sweating profusely by the time he climbed the stairs to the ground, carrying his heavy tote bag full of cash.

There was no one outside. After coming out of the ground, even the stale air seemed much fresher. There were a few little sparrows shaking their heads and looking at him.

(Little one, you better not say it, or I'll buy a sniper rifle and shoot you all down.)
Roy spit to drive the sparrow away, then closed the heavy security door, twisted off the key, and threw the remaining large bunch of keys into an abandoned cellar well.

Since then, no one has been able to step into this underground shelter.

In a few days, someone might notice that the administrator, Old John, is missing, but it's not a big deal. For a drunken old fool like him, the police station doesn't bother to send someone to find the body, and just cancel the population.

Passing through the ruins and entering Old John's RV, Roy found a complete set of monitoring equipment in the cab;

(Damn it, the old guy really paid for it, this equipment is not cheap.)
He found a screwdriver from the drawer, unscrewed the main casing, and removed all the large-capacity monitoring hard drives inside.
He took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator and drank a few sips, glanced at the messy bed, then turned his head and left.

The roads in the suburbs were empty, and there were few cars passing by. After walking for a long time, I stopped a taxi. The driver was an old woman with maroon curly hair and heavy make-up.

The old woman complained endlessly about her cat and how her sandwiches were covered in cat hair.

From time to time, she used the rearview mirror to spy on the passengers sitting in the back seat, and seemed to be interested in the shopping bag he was carrying. Roy got annoyed when she heard it, and simply gagged her mouth with money.

When the incident happened suddenly, all established plans had to be overthrown and started again. Such a large sum of money would definitely not be deposited in the bank, it would arouse suspicion, so it could only be secretly hidden at home...or...

He thought of a place, but was in no hurry to make a decision.

First and foremost is the security issue. Getting the money has exhausted his life's luck, and keeping it is even more difficult.

After returning to the urban area, Roy finally made up his mind and asked the driver to pull over.

"Thank you for your patronage, 2.85 Thai currency."

Roy took out a five-dollar bill:
"keep the change."

The female driver did not thank, but stared at the customer and his bag with a vigilant look, and drove away slowly.

This is a construction site. Roy walked behind the construction fence, spread several surveillance hard drives on the ground, and smashed them with a shovel.

(From now on, there is no need to be careful every step of the way, but precautions should be taken in advance.)
Opposite the construction site is a luxurious office building. It is daytime now, the holographic image projection on the top floor is not turned on, and a line of letters is impressively printed on the billboard:
NORTON
Roy heard that this is Norton Security Company.

Pushing open the giant glazed revolving door, you will see a huge and spacious foyer, the floor is paved with natural lapis lazuli floor tiles, a large fish tank is placed in the middle, and the ambient light at the bottom illuminates the small sharks swimming in the water.

(luxurious decoration,

It seems that the business situation is very good. If what old Jon said is true, this is the best security company in the city. )
(End of this chapter)