I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

"Butler, butler."

But before the low-level artificial intelligence known as the butler responded, there was a sound of footsteps from a corner of the living room.

"Da da..."

Morris looked that way quickly and nervously.

Appearing with the sound of footsteps was a young girl who didn't look too old.

But because of the cat face mask on her face, Morris didn't know what the woman under the mask looked like.

The girl walked all the way to meet Morris' nervous gaze.

Acting as if no one else was around, graceful and unobtrusive, as if walking around in his own home with peace of mind.

Finally, she sat down on the sofa opposite the coffee table.

"Morris..."

The girl spoke gently, took out a kinetic pistol from her back, and carefully aimed at Morris.

"I'm here to discuss business with you."

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Chapter 47 50 million

"..."

Morris opened his mouth, but no words came out.

How can you talk about business like this!What kind of business can you talk about with a gun pointed at someone!

He yelled in his heart.

But his complaint obviously couldn't change the mind of the weird masked man in front of him.

So he just pursed his lips and asked weakly:

"What business do you want to talk about?"

The voice was cautious and humble, for fear of causing displeasure to the weird masked man who broke into the house.

Behind the mask that didn't even show her eyes, Hua Mian silently observed Morris' expression through the miniature camera embedded in the mask.

The camera is connected to Hua Mian's prosthetic eye, so she can observe the outside situation even with a mask.

The pair of cat eyes with painted golden vertical pupils stared at him for a while, and then put forward the conditions with great interest:

"100 grams of black crystal, and two psychic laser turrets."

Gollum.

Morris' face paled for a moment.

He didn't expect the weirdo in front of him to make such a request.

You know, although he sells things from the psionic power of Yougu, he has never sold any of these heavyweight things.

But the important thing is not this, what's more important is that he happens to have all the things she said!

It's just that he hasn't found the right opportunity to make a move yet.

What does this mean?It means that the weirdo in front of him has investigated him to the bottom.

As long as he dared to lie, he might be given a peanut.

On the opposite side, Hua Mian watched Morris's face turn pale and red for some reason, feeling a little funny for some reason.

Even his handsome face of a simulating star couldn't hide his ugliness at this time.

"Then... how much are you willing to pay?"

After a battle between heaven and man in his heart, Morris flattered him with a flattering smile.

Hua Mian looked at him calmly, and with her left hand, which was not holding a gun, slowly made a number, two.

Then she still spoke slowly with the gentle voice before, unhurried, as if she would always remain graceful.

"20."

Morris's lips moved twice, as if he was thinking about whether the deal was reasonable.

The room was silent, except for the occasional female voice of the news broadcast.

Suddenly, Morris's face froze for a moment.

He jerked his body down, swung his arms, pulled out a pistol from the compartment under the coffee table, and pointed at the masked monster opposite.

"Wow."

The girl behind the mask seemed to be a little surprised and praised.

Morris didn't know what she was laughing at, the idea of ​​hiding a gun under the coffee table?Or your own flexible movements?

But he doesn't care about these.

I want to buy these things with 20 credits, what is the difference between this and zero yuan purchases!

"I have another choice."

Morris stared at Hua Mian viciously with his cold little eyes, and then pulled the trigger on her.

"That is to use your life!"

There was the sound of empty-shot firing and Morris' yell.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped down Morris's face as he looked at the unharmed masked geek across the way.

"Bangdang-"

The pistol fell on the red carpet, making a dull crash.

"Haha..." Morris laughed a few times, reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his brow, and carefully said with a smile, "Just kidding, just kidding."

Hua Mian looked at the smuggler's ugly face, and didn't do much, just poured out the box of potato chips on the table.

A few yellow bullets fell out like this, and lay in a pile of potato chips on the coffee table.

Morris finally gave up. He probably knew that he could not escape the clutches of the weirdo in front of him.

So he broke down and cried softly:

"My lord, 20 is really not enough. The things you mentioned can be sold for at least 150 million in normal sales."

"That lord...that big man who worked with me will kill me if he finds out that I sold these things and can't pay enough money."

Morris glanced at Hua Mian cautiously, and added without confidence:

"You may also be wanted by then."

He didn't lie, at least not all of it.

If the high-level psionic psionicist knew that he sold all the goods at a low price, he would definitely not give him good fruit.

The biggest possibility is to let him disappear without leaving a trace, disappearing into the black market.

Then, let his heart, lungs, or kidneys live in the body of some stranger who could afford an underground clinic.

Thinking of this, Morris could not help but shudder.

Of course, he made up the story about Hua Mian being wanted, and the high-level executive doesn't know who bought these things, so he can't want all the young girls in District 11.

Besides, it's hard to say whether this person is a girl or not.

"Then how much do you think I should pay for this?"

Hua Mian nodded politely, and spoke unhurriedly, as if she believed his nonsense.

The 20 she said before was just a random talk, and the value of these things is indeed roughly as Morris said, around 150 million.

But what does that have to do with her attempt to rob the black market dealer?

Since the price is to be lowered, it is natural that the lower the price, the better.

"120 million? This is the biggest discount I can get for you."

Morris opened his eyes a little and asked tentatively.

Hua Mian didn't reply, but silently opened the safety of the pistol, and re-aimed at the short and fat man in front of her.

This is her attitude.

"80? I really don't have any money, and I have to pay you in advance."

Morris wept and said earnestly, but his fingers quietly pinching the hem of his clothes revealed his uneasiness.

Hua Mian noticed this very well.

Well, I can press it again.

"Morris, Morris, I know that you are a well-known middleman in River Street. You have hooked up with the company and have a bright future. Your business is booming, you are protected by bodyguards, and you are surrounded by beauties."

"But I want to know, what on earth have I done to make you disrespect me so much?"

Under the rigid and indifferent mask, Hua Mian showed a mocking smile.

But the smile was buried by the mask, and only a bit of contempt could be heard in her words.

"50 million!"

"50, this is my bottom line, if we go further, we will really die!"

Anguished and terrified, Morris cried out.

He really has no choice. If it is less than 50, he will have no way to pay off the debt owed to that company executive.

It's acceptable now, as long as he tightens his belt and lives for a while.

Under the banner of the company, it is quite fast to make dirty money.

Hua Mian took a deep look at him, and after confirming that he had nothing more to squeeze, she stood up:

"Pleasant to work with."

She has no psychological burden on bullying this kind of smuggler, he is not a good person anyway.

In her opinion, the guy who sells illegal drugs and black prosthetic body is not a pity to die.

Had it not been for the fact that killing this hidden lackey of the company might lead to investigations and troubles, Hua Mian would have killed the people long ago.

And judging from the magnificence of his house, it is estimated that he has played a lot of insidious tricks on weekdays.

So Hua Mian didn't feel guilty anymore.

"Send these things to the Black Panther's collection point before tomorrow, is there any problem?"

Morris gritted his teeth and smiled very reluctantly:

"No problem, no problem, then you see, that...money..."

Snapped.

A black bearer data card of Xitu Financial Holdings was thrown on the table.

Morris glanced at the data card, then immediately nodded and said:

"Go slowly, go slowly."

The data bank card of Xitu Financial Holdings has different colors, which change with the amount stored in it.

And this black card means that there are at least 50 credit points in the card.

Morris heaved a sigh of relief after seeing off the bad guest.

Then he suddenly thought of something, and hurried to check on the situation of the bodyguard at home.

These bodyguards were hired by him from the security company. If they died, he would have to pay a lot of money to accompany them.

With his current economic situation, he couldn't bear to toss anymore.

"so far so good."

Morris sniffed the snorts of several bodyguards, and he was relieved after confirming that none of them were in danger of life.

Then he kicked the bodyguard who fell on the ground a few times with his black leather shoes, and shouted: