My time is running out

The pilot looked away and glanced at the radar on the fighter jet. He could no longer see the target's position through the radar.

He picked up the communicator and said: "Plane No. 7 has lost its target. Repeat that. Plane No. 7 has lost its target. Apply to return. Apply to return."

"Permission to return."

After hearing the reply, the pilot drove the fighter jet away.

other side.

"So exciting."

Chen Tao heard the sound and looked back, only to find that Zi Qing's eyes were shining.

Chen Tao said: "Do you still have this hobby?"

Zi Qing was startled for a moment. She looked at Chen Tao and said, "Isn't it exciting? When being chased by others, you used your speed to throw them away. We even threw away the fighter jet. I felt so exciting. ”

Her face was full of excitement, and she looked at Chen Tao: "It is indeed a suspended supercar, so awesome."

It seemed that Zi Qing had misunderstood and mistook Chen Tao's ability for super running.

However, this is fine.

Chen Tao withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.

What to do next? This question was placed in front of Chen Tao.

The black swan represents the time government. To fight against the black swan is to fight against the whole world.

Now that there is such a fuss, Black Swan is probably going to issue an arrest warrant.

"Cuckoo..." Suddenly, Chen Tao heard a voice.

It's the sound of a stomach growling.

Chen Tao looked at Zi Qing.

Zi Qing touched her belly and looked at Chen Tao sheepishly: "I'm hungry."

Chen Tao looked away and said, "Let's buy something to eat first."

Chen Tao noticed that there was a bun shop not far away.

The buns are placed at the door.

Chen Tao stopped the car and said to the boss who was selling steamed buns: "Boss, bring me ten steamed buns."

The boss was a little fat. He glanced at Chen Tao and frowned: "I won't sell it."

Chen Tao was slightly startled and said, "Why not sell it?"

The boss stared at Chen Tao and said, "People like you are not welcome in our slums, and I will not sell my buns to people like you."

Not welcome?

Chen Tao looked at his clothes subconsciously, and he understood.

This boss regards Chen Tao as someone from the rich area.

There are people like this in the ghetto, who hate people who have a lot of 'time'.

This boss is obviously that type of person.

Chen Tao said: "You misunderstood, I am not from a rich area, I am from a slum area."

When the boss heard this, he glanced at Chen Tao, glanced at his mouth, and said, "I didn't expect that people from the rich area would lower their status and call themselves slums for a breakfast one day. It's really interesting."

He didn't believe it.

No wonder he didn't believe it. Chen Tao drove the world's top supercar, wore White Swan's brand-name clothes, and said he was from a slum. Who would believe it?

The boss continued: "You don't need to call yourself a poor person. Let me tell you, I won't sell anything to people like you, not even a single bun. If I sell it to you, I'd rather throw it to the dogs!"

Chen Tao said, "If you don't believe it, I can't help it. How about this, give me ten buns and I'll give you a year, okay?" He glanced at the time on his boss's wrist.

The boss only has one hundred and thirty-seven days left on his wrist.

More than a hundred days is quite a lot of 'time' in the slums.

The boss buys steamed buns, and the price of one steamed bun is only an hour.

Chen Tao wanted ten steamed buns and was willing to give the boss "one year". The price was surprising.

The boss looked a little hesitant. He put it on the steamer and said, "This..."

Chen Tao said: "Five years?"

The boss moved his hands.

"Ten years." Chen Tao said.

The boss said: "Okay."

He stared at Chen Tao and said, "Don't regret it."

The boss said as he picked up the bag skillfully.

Chen Tao said: "I want five meat buns and five vegetable buns."

"I know, I know." The boss murmured.

The boss took ten steamed buns and handed them to Chen Tao.

Chen Tao took it and touched his pocket.

There is a wallet in the pocket, and inside the wallet is the Millennium Card.

As soon as he touched his wallet, Chen Tao paused for a moment.

Black Swan has a strong tracking ability. If the Millennium Card is used here, the other party will definitely know.

Just don't use it.

"Hey, you won't regret it, right?" the boss said.

Chen Tao looked at the boss and said, "No, I just think ten buns are too dry to eat. Give me two more cups of soy milk and another year."

The boss said: "Okay!" He quickly picked up two cups of soy milk and handed them to Chen Tao.

Chen Tao took it and raised his hand.

When the boss saw it, he understood and raised his hand.

Chen Tao pressed his wrist on the boss's wrist and gave him time.

The time on the boss's wrist increases at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The boss's eyes lit up.

The boss was given eleven years.

Chen Tao took back his hand and drove away in the car.

The boss looked at the time on his wrist and stroked the green time numbers. His face was full of surprise: "Get rich, get rich!"

Chen Tao said: "Turn on the automatic driving mode."

The lights of the Baiyi car came on.

Chen Tao picked up the bun and handed it to Zi Qing beside him.

Zi Qing took it, looked at Chen Tao, and said with a smile: "In exchange for ten buns and two bottles of soy milk in eleven years, you feel like you are being taken advantage of."

Hearing this, Chen Tao couldn't help but smile and said, "Didn't you listen to what those people said? I have a lot of 'time' from unknown sources, and eleven years is nothing."

Zi Qing smiled, without asking any more questions, she crossed her chest with one hand, put the bun to her mouth, and ate it by herself.

Chen Tao took out the soy milk and put it in front of Zi Qing.

He also took the bun and ate it by himself.

Everything can be delayed, but the stomach cannot be delayed.

While eating breakfast, he was thinking.

He had to find a place to live.

However, Chen Tao’s current identity card could not be used, otherwise, the people from the Black Swan would definitely come to the door.

Fortunately, Chen Tao knew that there were many places in the slums where transactions could be conducted without identity cards.

The car slowly stopped.

Chen Tao and Zi Qing got out of the car together.

Chen Tao looked at the houses in front of him.

These houses were a bit old, and some old people in shabby clothes at the door of the house stared at this side one by one, with vigilance in their eyes.

In general, people will keep their youthful appearance, but there are special cases. If a person gives birth to a child and does not have much time to maintain his life, then he will get old.

If you have plenty of time or don't have children, you can stay young forever.

For this reason, many couples are unwilling to have children without plenty of time. Of course, there are also people who sacrifice their youth for their children.

This place is far away from the center of the district and is located in the suburbs of the slums.

The slums are already very poor even in the center of the district, and they are even poorer in the suburbs.

These buildings are built by the people here themselves, without any proof, and house transactions naturally do not require identity proof.

Chen Tao looked at the white wing car and said, "Find a place to park yourself."

The lights of the white wing car turned on, and then it drove away.

Chen Tao looked at the old houses in front of him and walked in.

These old houses were built a long time ago, there are old houses, and of course there are new ones.

Although they are not so new, they are obviously much better than those houses next to them that look like they will fall down at any time.

Chen Tao chose one of the houses. He walked to the door and found an old man sitting at the door. The old man was wearing a washed-white shirt and sitting at the door, holding a pipe and smoking.

Seeing Chen Tao coming, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Chen Tao.

Chen Tao said: "Old man, I'm here to buy a house. How much is your house?"

He urgently needs a place to live now, and buying a house is naturally the best choice.

The old man narrowed his eyes and slowly moved the chimney away from his mouth. He knocked on the chimney and knocked the embers on the chimney into the ashtray. He said: "Not for sale."