Trickster Hunter

Chapter 240 Boy

She looked at Sun Hang, then at the silent boy, and asked, "Really?"

"Pfft." Sun Hang laughed, "Do I need to lie to people about this kind of thing? All benefits will be clearly written in the contract. If you don't understand the contract, we can also provide professional services. A lawyer’s assistance can help you explain the contents of the contract in detail.”

Sun Hang's tone was still very polite. After all, this was the first pilot operation, and he didn't want to mess it up if he could.

What's more, he could clearly see what this middle-aged woman was thinking.

For some reason, he could vaguely see a dark brown shadow clinging to the middle-aged woman's back, shaking vaguely.

Not only the middle-aged women, but other refugees in the audience also had similar "shadows"... The last time Sun Hang saw this kind of scene was when he was in Chunming City. In order to locate Zhong Ling among the crowd, he Launched large-scale "mind reading".

Some of these shadows are called fear, some are called hatred... and the most common one is called greed.

The middle-aged woman's body was completely covered by the shadow called greed. She took a deep breath, swallowed twice, and her tone became much slower: "Then... can the government guarantee the safety of my baby? ?”

"As the chief instructor of the training camp and the top person in charge of Tianshu Tower Comprehensive Talent Training Base, I will personally lead the team to conduct training, and I will try my best to ensure the personal safety of all trainees. But as the saying goes, God There are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. I cannot guarantee that every trainee will survive to the day of graduation... Therefore, Every trainee must sign a disclaimer, which is commonly known as the 'life and death certificate'. As for the 10% to 15% mortality rate just announced to everyone, it is a probability predicted by the computer, but I believe that man can conquer nature, as long as we pay enough. With more efforts, it is definitely not impossible to reduce this probability to single digits!”

"I didn't expect this guy to have a talent for speaking." Ye Jiu muttered to Yang Lian who was standing aside, "Look at the people in the audience, many of their emotions have been aroused."

Yang Lian, who was wearing a black suit and rimless sunglasses, glanced at him and said coldly: "It's not Sun Hang's speech that arouses people's emotions, but the benefits he just promised."

"I think so." Ye Jiu nodded hurriedly, "Isn't it just giving out money? I can do it as well."

People in the audience had already started whispering, and the middle-aged woman had an even more embarrassed look on her face - neither stepping forward nor retreating.

Sun Hang patted the microphone, and the loud sound released from the speaker instantly attracted everyone's attention. After seeing everyone's eyes focused on him again, he said: "Oh, there is one more thing. , although it sounds a bit unfortunate, and although I hope that you will never need it, as the most important guarantee, I still have to make it clear here. "

Sun Hang pretended to be a show-off, paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "That is the issue of pensions. I hereby assure you that if any trainee dies during the training process, regardless of the cause of death, , their immediate family members will receive a one-time pension of 500,000 yuan. In addition, we will arrange for the families of the victims to leave Shuzhou and settle down in a city-state without the eternal night. "

As soon as this statement came out, it instantly became the straw that broke the camel's back.

The middle-aged woman released her grip on the boy's shoulders and pushed his back instead.

"Baby... If you go, be careful! I believe you will be able to complete the training... When you get there, you must listen to the instructor in everything..."

Before she finished speaking, the boy walked straight towards the podium. In the process, he didn't even look back at his mother.

He walked to the stage, looked at Sun Hang, and asked: "I want to participate in training, how do I sign up."

Sun Hang looked him up and down, then turned to Ye Jiu and Yang Lian and said, "You will take over the subsequent recruitment work... As for you, follow me."

Sun Hang took the boy to the backstage and pulled out two white plastic chairs.

"sit."

The boy didn't look young or reserved at all at this age. He sat down naturally and looked at Sun Hang.

This boy is special.

Before he came to power, Sun Hang had already noticed that when he activated his ability, the emotions of everyone around him were more or less turned into shadows and attached to their bodies, even Ye Jiu and Wang Xiyi were no exception. ...Only this boy, his back is clean and there is no shadow at all.

There was a feeling in the boy that made Sun Hang familiar, but he couldn't tell what it felt like for a while.

Sun Hang stared at the boy, and the boy stared at Sun Hang, his eyes neither humble nor arrogant.

No, to be precise, his eyes cannot be described as neither humble nor arrogant... It should be said to be "Gujing Wubo", like a robot without emotions.

Sun Hang suddenly pulled out his pistol and put the muzzle of the gun on the boy's head.

The boy's expression did not change, and his body did not even tremble slightly.

"Aren't you afraid?" Sun Hang asked.

"Not afraid," the boy replied.

"Being brave is a good thing, but your reaction is too slow. You should try to dodge or try to grab the gun the moment I raise the gun." Sun Hang shook his head, "I need a warrior, not a serious wooden man... Do it again."

Sun Hang pulled out the gun again, and this time he deliberately slowed down his movements.

He wanted to see whether the boy would choose to dodge or grab the gun.

The boy jumped up from the chair and hit Sun Hang hard, trying to make Sun Hang lose his balance and make the pistol fall out of his hand.

It's a pity that his idea was good, but his speed and strength were too weak-before he hit Sun Hang, Sun Hang had already kicked him out with a flying kick.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, but at the last moment he protected his head with both hands and did not let his head hit the ground directly-but the backs of his hands were still scratched by the rough ground.

Sun Hang was able to control the force of this kick. Under normal circumstances, the boy's ribs should have been completely broken and his internal organs should have been shattered... Not to mention getting up from the ground, he was already a corpse before he landed.

"Can you get up?" Sun Hang asked.

"Yes." The boy got up.

"Come here." Sun Hang waved at him.

The boy walked closer.

"Can you use a gun?" Sun Hang asked.

The boy shook his head.

"See, this is the safety. Push it down, then pull the trigger, and you can shoot. Of course, you have to make sure the bullet is loaded before pulling the trigger." Sun Hang pulled the slide of the pistol, and after hearing a crisp loading sound, he threw the pistol to the boy.

"The top of the muzzle is called the front sight, and the notch on the butt of the gun is called the rear sight. The front sight, rear sight and target are in a straight line, which is the target. Now, aim the gun at my head." Sun Hang said.

The boy raised the gun and aimed at Sun Hang's head.

The distance between the two was only one meter. At this distance, even if a novice who had never touched a gun was asked to shoot, it would be difficult to miss the target.

"I suggest you hold the gun with both hands." Sun Hang said, "Although the caliber of this gun is only nine millimeters, the recoil may be greater than you think for you."

The boy also held his other hand.

"Now, shoot at my head." When Sun Hang said this, he had quietly enveloped the two people with a soundproof field.

The boy did not hesitate at all. After Sun Hang finished speaking, he directly opened the safety and pulled the trigger according to Sun Hang's teaching.

"Bang!"

The muzzle smoke in bullet time was like a slowly blooming peony flower. The lead bullet flew out of the muzzle, and a visible trajectory was dragged behind the bullet.

The next moment, a fist made of countless hyphae suddenly stretched out from behind Sun Hang and held the bullet in his palm.

"Well done." Sun Hang nodded, "You can return the gun to me... Oh, remember to turn off the safety."

After putting the pistol back into the holster, Sun Hang sat down again and asked the boy: "What were you thinking when you shot?"

"Nothing." The boy replied.

"Have you ever thought that your shot might kill me?"

"No."

"Then why did you shoot?"

"Because you asked me to shoot." The boy showed a rare thoughtful look, "I think this may be the content of the training."

"Well...you are right to say so." Sun Hang pressed his eyebrows helplessly, "But I always feel that you don't look like a boy of fifteen or sixteen...Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how old are you?"

"Two months to fifteen."

"Where did you study before?"

"Tianfucheng Intermediate Vocational and Technical College."

"Did you start to study in a technical school at the age of fifteen? How were your grades before?"

"Not bad, I got the first place in the class in the first grade of junior high school." The boy replied.

"Then you are still in a technical school? Wouldn't it be easy to get into an ordinary high school with this score?" Sun Hang said in astonishment, "Even if it is the worst junior high school, a student who can get the first place in the class should not be reduced to going to a technical school, right?"

"This is my mother's request. She said that I need to enter the society and participate in work as soon as possible to help them support a group of younger brothers and sisters at home." The boy answered calmly.

He said it was not his own business, but something that happened to a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"Is your mother crazy? Let a child who can get the first place in the class go to a technical school?" Sun Hang scratched his head, "What about your father? Doesn't he object?"

"My father... He doesn't like me very much. He always thinks that I don't look like him and suspects that I am the child of my mother and someone else." The boy said, "He likes my younger brother more."

"Good guy, suddenly switched to the prime time family ethics drama..." Sun Hang muttered, "By the way, why do you want to participate in the training? Is it really for your parents' wishes... to support those younger brothers and sisters?"

The boy was silent.

"If you want, I can help you with the procedures." Sun Hang said.

"What procedures?"

"The procedures for severing the parent-child relationship with your original family. From then on, all your welfare benefits can be enjoyed by you alone... The only problem is that if you die, no one will collect your pension."

"Okay." The boy nodded.

"Tsk... Since you have no feelings for your original family, why do you want to participate in this training that may lead to death?" Sun Hang frowned, "Is it to make money and become independent, or to escape from that family? Or is it? , any other reason?”

"Can I ask a question?" the boy said suddenly.

"You asked."

"Does God really exist in this world?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Sun Hang narrowed his eyes, "Have you... seen any special 'things'?"

"My mother is very superstitious about gods and Buddhas. She worships many Bodhisattvas and gods at home. Every time she eats, the gods and Buddhas must eat first. After the gods and Buddhas have 'enjoyed' the food, we can only use our chopsticks... But the gods and Buddhas never has not blessed us, our lives have not Any change... Not only that, during the evacuation, our neighbors never prayed to gods and Buddhas, but their whole family was safe, but my father was hit in the head by a falling cement block. " The boy narrated in a calm tone.

"Superstition is wrong." Sun Hang smiled and said, "The religions that people worship are all fabricated by humans themselves. They are nothing more than spiritual sustenance. You can't expect some fictitious gods to provide you with any help, right? I say that traditional religions are not even as good as those cults that believe in monsters. At least the monsters worshiped by cults can really bring power to believers...but the price that believers need to pay is relatively high. "

The boy looked at Sun Hang and said nothing.

"To put it another way - your mother's so-called prayer does not pay anything except piety, right." Sun Hang said, "The food that is offered will be eaten after the offering is completed; those that are burned The incense candles eventually turned into wax oil and ashes... Even if there really is something regarded as a god or Buddha. Xi, they have not gained any benefits from you, so why should they help you? As for the "power of faith", that is what is said in fantasy novels. I don't think ordinary people believe in something. You can make it stronger by relying on mental power—unless the person is an infected person with special abilities."

"But, I seem to have seen the real God." The boy said.

"Oh, tell me what the god you saw looks like." Sun Hang asked with interest.

He estimated that what the boy saw was just a strange thing.

But then again, when a monster is powerful enough to have abilities that rival the gods in mythology...can it be called a god?