death of hope

Chapter 78 "Flying Windfall" (78) Highway Bandits
On the road again, after a while, the clouds were overcast and it rained again.

Not ordinary rain, but acid rain caused by chemical industrial pollution,
Press the button on the center console, and the roof slowly rises from the rear, covering the convertible again.

Roy held the sticky steering wheel and endured the smell of blood. The reddish acid rain hit the windshield, washing away the dust and blood, and the plastic bag stuck in the wiper was dissolved and a hole was formed.

Acid rain, just by its name, is acidic. In extreme cases, the pH value is even less than 5, which is corrosive.

Today's incident is obviously very serious. Their generation grew up in such a harsh environment.
Smog, acid rain, sandstorms, mudslides...

Breathing dirty air and drinking dirty water, it is a miracle that he can survive until now. Suddenly, he remembered the joke that the bartender Ferguson said,

It was also raining that day, and there were no customers in the store. Ferguson said that the cost of purchasing lemonade was too high, so he went out and used a cup to catch some acid rain instead. Anyway, the taste is similar.

You are not afraid that the guests will be drunk to death. Donnie said his jokes were too cold and completely boring, while Old Jon scolded them for being lazy again and asked them to clean the warehouse.

The warm past in the bar came to my mind. It was obviously not a few months ago, but now it feels like a lifetime away.

Everything in the past is bitter and exhausting, but when I recall it, I am full of reluctance. I can always find some happiness by force.
Like everyone else struggling to survive in this metropolis, we are always in pain and happiness.

The radio seemed to be trying to upset him on purpose,

A drunk old man ordered a classic song, and the familiar melody sounded:
"Farewell, brothers, never see each other again."

Anna, who was sitting in the back row, saw Roy's expression through the rearview mirror, and put a pair of white and soft hands on his shoulders:
"Does the wound still hurt?"

He lied: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all right."

"Old Jon and Ferguson... will be fine, right?"

Roy continued to lie: "It will be fine."

Heart said: (They are dead.)
Anna is kind, but she is not stupid. Knowing that her lover is only comforting herself, she still can't help but continue to say:

"When the limelight is over, can you come back and visit everyone? At least let me see the tombs of my parents and brothers."

Roy lied again: "Of course."

(My dear, we will never come back. We have offended so many people at once. It would be too long to dare to come back. Let’s live an idyllic life in the alien colony.)
Use lies to numb the pain, only in this way can we persist in living.

The rain stopped for a quarter of an hour, and even the smallest flames were not extinguished. After two intersections, we could leave the city.

There is a row of burning trash cans on the side of the road. Through the choking smoke, we can see an abandoned electric pole in the middle of the road.
The utility poles are made of reinforced concrete. It is impossible to step on the accelerator and hit them, and there is no other route to go around. They can only be moved in the past forcibly.

"Damn it! There's always trouble!"

Roy cursed annoyedly, stepped on the brakes and stopped.

He rolled up his sleeves and tried to move the pole, but the weight on his arm was absolutely impossible to shake. Anna came over to help, but she remained motionless.

"Hello! Is anyone there? Come and give me a hand!"

When he shouted, the wolves, tigers and leopards that had been ambushing nearby all came out.

A shrill voice called out, "Brothers, it's time to work!"

(Dangerous!) Roy subconsciously protected Anna behind him.

In the alley next to the burning trash can, a group of punks wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans emerged, holding steel pipes, crowbars, and pocket knives in their waists. The leader of the middle-aged man was obviously a drug addict.

With a bony body, blue and purple skin, needle holes all over his arms, and totem tattoos on his neck,
Ears, nose, and lips are all wearing silver rings, and the buck teeth that are yellowed by cigarettes are ugly, and the voice is high-pitched, like a mouse squeaking:

"You want to go to Xinggang, don't you?"

"Yes, we are in a hurry."

"This road has been blocked. If you want to pass, you have to leave money to buy roads."

As if the whole world was against him, Roy became angry all of a sudden,

Seeing the bastards approaching, I really wanted to draw my gun and fight them, but thinking about Anna behind me, I still suppressed my anger for the time being.

"You want money, right? Yes."

He took out the stack of banknotes left in his wallet and pressed it under a broken brick to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

"I said, I want all the money." Another gangster said, waving a knife.

"It's all there, if you don't believe me, take a look."

Roy took out his ID, threw his wallet on the ground, and turned out his empty trouser pocket:

"It's all for you, nothing left."

"It's quite a joy."

"Please, we are going to Xinggang to take refuge, and I would like to trouble my friends for your convenience."

Seeing the thick stack of banknotes pressed under the broken bricks, the eyes of the punks lit up, like vultures seeing rotten flesh.

"Driving a broken car is a good way to take advantage of the money. What are you doing?"

"Battery factory operator."

"Which factory is so generous, let me introduce it, my brothers also go to work."

"Listen to his nonsense! You really believe it, how can stinky blue-collar workers save money! It must be wrong."

"Fool, I'm just kidding!"

The gangsters laughed, and one of them squatted down, reaching out to grab the money, and was slapped by the person next to him:

"Snapped!"

"Why hit me!"

"Stupid! We agreed, we'll share the money when we go back."

The leader picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket, aiming at Anna with his narrow eyes:

"Tsk tsk, this face, this figure, my friend, the little girl you brought is very pretty, how about lending some to my brother for a night?"

"Hey, today's harvest is really good." A few people walked over, blinking and coloring MM's eyes.

Roy held the handle of the gun: "If you dare to touch her, we will do our best. I still have grenades here."

The visitor stopped and said, "Stinky boy, you have the guts."

Someone said: "Since you got the money, let these two unlucky bastards go away quickly, the car behind will be suspicious when they see it, we should take advantage of the chaos and block the road to make more money."

"It makes sense, let them go, this kid, he has a lot of good luck, hehe."

"Hey, come and help me!"

A group of people worked together to lift the pole and move it aside,
Roy escorted Anna into the car, just after pressing the engine start button, the leading gangster stood in front of the car, pointed a pistol at Roy's head through the windshield:
"Giving money so quickly, this kid must still have oil on his body!"

After such a bad day, Roy felt like his head was about to explode, how could he bear such difficulties,

He got out of the cab angrily and shouted hysterically:

"X's! You want money... don't you!"

Several gangsters took a few steps back: "Is this kid crazy?"

Roy took out the gold brick from his backpack and threw it towards the crowd:
"X you X's! Here you are... all of you!
take it away!Take it all! "

Everyone was a little dazed and didn't react for a while. Roy simply threw the entire backpack out, and more gold bricks fell out of the opened backpack zipper.

The heavy gold bricks fell on the ground, reflecting the firelight, making them golden and eye-catching.

"What the hell...is...gold?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and no one cared about the agreement to go back and share the money, so they rushed forward to loot;

"It belongs to me, let go!"

"Get out! I got it first!"

"Fuck you, come first, come first! If you don't let go, I'll stab you to death!"

Gold is obviously more effective than grenades, and the gang without discipline at all disintegrated in an instant.
In order to fight for gold bricks, several people stabbed each other. The leader wanted to reorganize the team, but was considered to be embezzling stolen goods. He was stabbed several times in the stomach, twitched a few times, and never moved again.

The fallen are slowly dying, and the living are still fighting and fighting.

Roy looked up to the sky, looking at the hazy sky, and laughed hysterically:
"Hahaha!

money!
If you work hard for it, you can sell your soul!

Live for money, die for money!

kill!
Hit it!

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(End of this chapter)