Can't Stop Drawing

"Knowing that we are immortals, you still accept such a task? Are you here to die?" Hiroshi Nagano asked puzzled.

The new colleague curled his lips and said, "I can't help it. I'm short of money. My mother lives in the intensive care unit, and the daily expenses are quite a lot. How can I keep her alive if I don't earn more money. And this task is just stealing money." A toy went out, and I thought it would be easy to finish, so I picked it up."

As he spoke, the new colleague bowed his head forward, exposing his neck.

"It's my bad luck if I miss it. According to the rules of the bounty hunter industry, you can kill or cut whatever you want. Usually, everyone will kill bounty hunters like us, especially me who haven't made much fame. of."

Hiroshi Nagano couldn't bear it, and said, "If you are dead, what will your mother do?"

"Will you let me go? You won't let me go. I can't make money quickly, and my mother is dead." The new colleague looked up at Hiroshi Nagano with an indifferent expression on his face.

With a complicated expression, Nagano Hiroshi stared at the person in front of him for a long time.

"You can really see."

"If you don't look at it, there is no way. People like us actually just stick our heads to our belts to make a living. There are various reasons to enter the bounty hunter business. Otherwise, who would do it? A job that could lose your head at any time?" While speaking, the new colleague still had a hint of sadness in his eyes.

They are all people with stories.Hiroshi Nagano sighed in his heart.

After hesitating for a long time, Nagano Hiroshi turned to look at the guard behind him, and said, "Hirata-san, can we let him go?"

The new colleague's eyes moved, and he quickly glanced at Hiroshi Nagano and the guards imperceptibly.

The guard Hirata sighed, and said earnestly: "Mr. Nagano, you don't really believe this guy's nonsense, do you?"

"Eh?"

"We checked this guy's information. His name is Mitsui Ichiro. He has been in the bounty hunter world for five years. He is good at using self-developed robots for activities, and he also sold his robot technology to an American company. A lot of patent fees." The guard Hirata looked at his new colleague named Mitsui, and said word by word, "As for his mother, he passed away two years ago, and he doesn't have any relatives lying in the intensive care unit. Let him make money and live on."

With a tut, Mitsui felt that he was going to suffer.

Hiroshi Nagano turned around with a trace of cheated anger, and looked at Mitsui whose expression became awkward.

"Mr. Nagano, let's talk it out if we have something to say! Don't look at me like that! I'm just wrapping myself up a little bit. It's very popular in our industry." Mitsui weakly defended, trying to make the current Hiroshi Nagano, the person in charge, calmed down.

Looking at Mitsui angrily, Nagano Hiroshi lasted for a few breaths, and then his anger gradually faded, and he also regained his composure.

Bounty hunters are very cunning guys, otherwise they would not be able to survive in the dark corners of the world, and they would not be able to deal with the major forces.

Even if humans now form a coalition government, it does not mean that the darkness of the past has completely disappeared.

They've just faded a little and become less intense than they used to be.

As long as the blackness between people exists, there will be room for this type of bounty hunter.

Knowing this, Hiroshi Nagano looked down at the white cat and asked, "What do you think? Are you going to get rid of him?"

The white cat meowed softly without raising its head.

"Okay, I understand." Hiroshi Nagano nodded, then turned to guard Hirata and said, "According to the previous handling method."

As the words fell, guard Hirata's eyes flickered.

Then, the rope that bound Mitsui was loosened automatically, and Mitsui was free again.

Mitsui looked at Hiroshi Nagano and the guards in surprise.

Hiroshi Nagano pointed behind Mitsui and said, "Your clothes and equipment are there, go and change them now."

"Where do you sing?" Mitsui didn't hesitate, and immediately ran to grab his clothes and put them on, asking as he put them on.

There is a lot of equipment stripped from Mitsui, and it will take quite a while for Mitsui to wear it back, not to mention that some things have been disrupted.

Moreover, besides the equipment on Mitsui's body, there is also the drone that he flew out earlier in the morning.

These optically cloaked drones are basically damaged beyond use.

"I think you accepted the mission, and you should be curious why someone would spend a lot of money asking you to steal the spark prism in my hand?" Hiroshi Nagano asked with a smile.

"Of course, it's just a toy, and the client really has nothing to do."

"Hehe, you won't think so later." Hiroshi Nagano smashed the spark prism in his hand, "You can leave first later, and I will pursue it in three minutes. The pursuit will last for three minutes." Minutes, as long as you are not caught up by me within three minutes, you can leave."

"Playing hide and seek? Is it limited to this building?" Mitsui also became interested, pointing to the ground under his feet.

Hiroshi Nagano smiled slightly, and said: "Of course not, we are not on the earth now, but in the mirror dimension of the earth, it doesn't matter how you run.

"And don't you see? There's no color here except us."

Mitsui froze for a moment, looked down at the paint mark on the ground, and then looked up at the indicator mark on the wall.

It's all gray.

Just when fear was growing in his heart, Nagano Hiroshi's voice came from behind.

"Start the timer now. After three minutes, you will understand why others miss the spark prism in my hand."

The sound was as usual, but to Mitsui's ears, it was like the sound of a pocket watch in the hands of the god of death.

Chapter 307

He reached out and pulled the electric shock device in his sleeve. The pain caused by the current made Mitsui recover from his fear.

"Since you said so, then I..."

He raised his hand and swung Nagano Hiroshi, the hook flew out, and precisely grabbed the spark prism in his hand.

Then, the hook retracted, and before Hiroshi Nagano could react, the spark prism had been pulled over and fell into Mitsui's hands.