death of hope

Chapter 5 "Flying Windfall" (5) Adventures at Night

"Listen, bro, there's a 20mm automatic pistol with an extended magazine on the ground 9 meters in front of me."

"I saw it."

"Very well, pick up the gun,
Loaded, safety off, 25 rounds in the magazine, no matter how bad your marksmanship is, it's enough to kill all the bastards in the van, and when you're done, you can walk away with 6 yuan. "

Roy looked at the money on the ground, swallowed,

Common Currency of the Commonwealth of Thiras Sixty Thousand Thira, Thick Six Big Stacks of Banknotes,
It is nothing to the upper-class people, just the price of a luxury item, but it has a completely different meaning to the lower-class people.

He could only earn this money by working hard in the factory for three years without eating or drinking. In Terra, the salary of the bottom-level workers is only enough for daily expenses, so it is difficult to save.

In fact, a poor man like Roy, who can't even afford fresh vegetables and natural meat, may never see so much money in his life, and he can't afford medical treatment for any illness.

Suddenly, with a creak, the broken door of the van was pushed open, and a thin old man fell out from the driver's seat.
The poor old man's thigh was broken, his body was bleeding, and he didn't know how many times he was shot. He struggled to raise his arm, and opened his palm to Roy:

"I'll offer [-] to kill that guy for me!"

"I'll pay 15 million!"

"20 million!"

"Fucking old man! Why don't you leave this auction?" The tattooed man scolded, then turned to Roy; "Don't worry, brother, my box is full of money, we can negotiate the price, and he is empty talk No proof."

The old man heard this and shouted; "Don't be fooled by him! This guy is a disgraceful charlatan! At that time it was agreed to pay for the goods and deliver the goods, but when he saw the goods, he started fucking bargaining and used this place as a vegetable market!" "

"Nonsense!" the tattooed man scolded: "Go to hell! Old guy, the chips you sell are all inferior and crap. Second-hand chips removed from old equipment are not worth that price at all!

Dude, pick up the gun, kill this old man, take the money and go! "

"Young man, listen to my advice. This guy talks like fart. If you take his money, you won't live long. Why don't you kill him? Let's work together! From now on, we will be popular and hot!"

The tattooed man and the old man, two seriously injured and dying people cursed through the air, and it was embarrassing for Roy to be caught in the middle.

In fact, he can leave at any time.

he was scared
Wanting to run, but greedy for money, my brain seems to be split in two, falling into the abyss of contradiction, one leg wants to move, the other refuses to move.

Suddenly, he thought of the worker who died in an accident this afternoon. What flashed before his eyes was the horrific remains of overdose radiation, the beeping sound of the monitoring equipment in the ward, and the doctor shook his head and said, "It's hopeless, send it to the morgue." .

This hallucination was so real, like some kind of fable, that scared Roy into a cold sweat.

(No, absolutely not!

I can't continue to dawdle like this...I have to make a change quickly, otherwise the next accident may be Anna or myself! )
This is a good opportunity to change your destiny. If you miss it, you may never be able to turn around for the rest of your life!
Damn... Roy, you coward, be brave!

Fight!Desperately do this for the rest of my life! )

Roy gritted his teeth, took one... two steps, stepped forward, then bent down, and picked up the dew-stained, extremely cold weapon.

At this time, the dying two had lost their voices, and they didn't know whether they were unconscious or dead.

Only the sound of a car passing by on the viaduct overhead was heard; Roy raised his head and looked around:

(There is no signal in this place, the cameras are all shot down, no witnesses, great, perfect.

I become a judge, and I can easily judge the fate of two people,

No, it's three people, including myself, and the feeling of being in control is... awesome...

In the factory, any team leader or engineer can call me out and scold me at will, and I dare not answer back, but now, I can decide between life and death. )
Roy lowered his head, stroking the cold iron in his palm,
This is a Graham 1971 9mm automatic pistol, which is heavy in his hand. He has played with the gun before, but it is not the model in front of him.

It doesn't matter, the principle is the same anyway, pull out the magazine to confirm the ammunition, then insert it in and pull the bolt, close the safety, Roy needs to make a choice;
left, or right?
An old man, or a tattooed man?

It's so hard.

Roy often fights and is very skilled. He fights with fists or sticks, but the most serious result is minor injuries. As for taking human life, he never dared to think about it.

Somehow, he blurted out: "I can't shoot."

The old man fell into a coma temporarily, and the tattooed man shouted at him; "It's okay, just give me the gun."

"Okay." Roy nodded, and the tattooed man smiled. He was so happy that he coughed, as if he had won the whole world.

Less than 20 meters away, Roy felt like he had walked for a whole lifetime.

"Brother, give me the gun." The tattooed man stretched out his bloody palm.

"and then?"

"I'm here to kill the old man, you help me out of trouble, and then take the money and leave."

For a moment, Roy observed the sly gaze of the tattooed man,
For him who has been in bars for many years, observing words and deeds is an essential skill. Roy is sure that if he hands over the gun, he will be the first to die.

So he let out a long sigh of relief, he didn't need to worry anymore, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards the tattooed man's bald head.

"Boom!" Blood, accompanied by brains and skull fragments, splashed everywhere, followed by the crisp sound of metal shell casings falling to the ground.

(Too simple, to kill a person so easily,

I shouldn't have any psychological burden. These dregs of society do all kinds of evil. I'm doing harm to the people. ) Roy comforted himself in this way, and his mood quickly calmed down.

The gunshot woke up the fainted old man next to the van, and he shouted to Roy in ecstasy:

"Good job! Boy, you made the right choice!"

"What about the money you promised?"

"Don't worry, 20 yuan, you can't miss a penny!

Come here, I'll give you an address, you help me call someone to clean up this mess, there are a lot of corpses that need to be dealt with, you don't have to worry about the rest, just take the money and leave! "

"Sounds good." Roy walked towards the van.

The old man's face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

Roy soon realized that the average person would die long after being shot so many times. This old man must have undergone a prosthetic transformation, implanted with artificial organs and a fully automatic cardiac pump.

Compared with the tattooed man, the old man looks much more sophisticated,
He didn't ask Roy for a pistol, nor did he show any flaws in his eyes. He took out a blood-stained business card from his coat pocket;
"Boy, look for the address on the business card, knock on the door and go in, and say old Walder is in trouble and needs medical assistance."

Roy didn't take the business card: "Where's the money?"

"In the suitcase next to the man you just killed,

That money was used to buy my chip, and the price couldn't be negotiated. The deal fell through, so there was just a shootout.

Now that I win, it becomes my money, and I will share 20... oh no, half of it will be given to you. "

"I'm sorry, sir, but I've changed my mind."

"Wait! We can discuss!"

"No need, good night."

"Boom!" Roy shot the old man's neck and head twice, with a greedy expression on his face:
"Sorry, I want them all."

(End of this chapter)