Apocalyptic Forecast

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"Nowadays, what do you want to do most when you come to Green Day?"

When the messenger asked questions, everyone on the other side of the communication was horrified and vigilant, and their hearts sank to the bottom, subconsciously activated the surprise plan, ready to issue a command to attack.

By the time Huai Shi reacted, it was already too late.

Because he has already said the answer hidden in the bottom of his heart...

"--Of course it's making money!"

Huai Shi glared, and replied in a shocking voice, "How good a gang is. It will not only improve the economic situation, but also save a lot of small coffers without telling others! I said if your green days are very good. If you have money, can you send more money? I'm dying of poverty. Seriously, I'm going to sell myself if this continues."

messenger:"……"

Ai Qing: "..."

Huai poem that reacted: "..."

Dead still.

An awkward silence came.

Not only the Green Sun sitting opposite, but even the command team on the other side of the communication did not expect such a peculiar answer. Only Ai Qing, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, picked up the warm water next to her and took the medicine before her stomach hurts.

In response to the complicated expressions of her colleagues and subordinates, she waved lightly.

Everyone sits down, this wave is a routine operation.

"Look, I said he was fine."

"..."

In the long silence, the expressions of the two green sun's messengers also became quite exciting.

After a mixed youth who has suffered from discrimination since childhood has strong power, he has not chosen to retaliate against society or become the person he hates most.

Joining the green day is because it is more convenient to eat black and there is no moral burden.

He has no sense of identity with your program of resisting the Astronomical Society and the current tyranny, and he did not think about relying on you to rise to the top or bottom of life.

It's just...just want to make money!

Such a pure reason was too persuasive, leaving the two envoys completely speechless, even not knowing how to answer the conversation.

In the silence, only the ballpoint pen made a rattling sound.

time's up.

The virtual personality of the paper-carrying amateur is broken.

But once something is revealed, everyone can't go back... What remains is the deep embarrassment that both sides felt when they met each other.

"...Make money." The thin messenger reluctantly opened his mouth, and coughed twice: "Making money is also a good thing, relying on your own ability to eat, cough, not shy."

"Uh, uh, yes." Another serious messenger could only nod his head in agreement.

"...Then, I am considered passed?" Huai Shi asked with a pleased smile.

I'm afraid that the other side will suddenly change his face and reprimand: We all have resistance fighters who are pursuing and ideals. Don't want your kind of slaughter that is covered with copper!

"Ahem, although this ideal of life is a bit strange, it can be regarded as passed." The thin messenger shrugged, put away the ballpoint pen, broke the silence first, and stretched out his hand: "Congratulations, Mr. Huaizhi, starting today, you I'm a member of Green Sun."

"Oh, okay!" Huai Shi reached out and grasped his hand in surprise, and shook it twice.

But the more I pinched, the more I felt that the grandson's hand was not right, as if I pinched it somewhere.

"However, there is a task for you."

The thin messenger drew his hand back, looking at the person beside him. The serious subordinate took a pistol from his arms and handed it to him.

There is another photo.

In the photo, it is a skinny middle-aged man wearing brand-name sportswear, like a skeleton frame, his blond hair is mixed with some linen gray, his two eyes are amazingly green, his eyes are deep and he has sharp eyes. Scary.

Like an owl.

"Who is this?"

"Your goal tonight." The messenger said: "Don't you want to make money? This person, if you do, you will have money."

"Done?" Huai Shi didn't understand the meaning of this pronoun in Yingzhou dialect.

The messenger raised his hand neatly and gestured to his neck.

Huai Shi shrank her neck and took a breath: "It doesn't need to be so cruel, right?"

"Scared?" The messenger chuckled softly: "Don't worry, this guy is definitely the kind that is worthy of death, and doesn't need to have any mental burden."

"No, I mean, do I have to cut my neck?"

Huai Shi asked suspiciously, and made another gesture with the neck cut: "Are you going to bring your head back? The blood is so ugly, it should be better to put it in a box?"

"..."

The messenger rolled his eyes: "Anyway, it's the right thing to kill that Russian Union guy, and ask so much why."

"Ok."

The car stopped when Huaishi nodded.

Through the sunscreen on the glass, you can see the lights of Kyoto in the rising twilight, and the huge neon sign next to it.

——House of Aisha.

"Arrived."

The messenger pointed in the direction of the car door, indicating that it was time for him to get off.

Huai Shi was completely stunned: "Does this start work?"

"The soldiers are so fast, and the paper-lord." The messenger said: "You can treat this as an assessment. Your next treatment in the Green Sun depends on the result of this mission."

Huai Shi looked at the noisy nightclub outside the window in amazement, turned around, looked at the two messengers, and began to think about a question-when I got in the car, did he still say that he was on the road?

With cold air, you Lu Ri won't even let anyone do a satiated ghost!

If the vest is still pregnant with paper, he will almost punch. You are satisfied with how our two-five boys live... Oh, I am twenty-five boys, that's all right.

Since I've been here, I'm still young, and everyone is not easy to think, Huaishi coughed cleanly, and asked: "What...have you eaten?"

.

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Fifteen minutes later, after sweeping all the cooking in the convenience store on two streets, Huaishi wiped her mouth with satisfaction, raised her head and smiled at Fujimoto, whose wallet was shrunken and with a complicated expression: "Sorry, we Lux Eat a lot, consume a lot!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Fujimoto squeezed out a smile: "Young people are developing, eat more."

"That's so embarrassing."

"It's okay, it's okay, it should be."

"Then you said so..." Huaishi turned her head and raised her hand and said to the clerk, "Thank you for heating me five more drumsticks! Two cans of beer! Thank you!"

In the world, besides drawing cards by prostitutes, is there anything happier than Chafan?

No more!

Huai Shi couldn't help but want to praise Green Sun.

If this is written in a book, it might turn into a song and tearful story:

There was a wandering mixed martial artist who came to the local rich farmer Luri's house and asked for a meal. Luri hospitality entertained him. That night, the mixed martial artist killed their family or something...

After finishing almost all the quick-hot foods in the convenience store, Huaishi finally patted his stomach and sighed, "Thanks for the hospitality!"

"It's good if you're full, it's good if you're full."

Fujimoto's expression twitched, and smiled, looking at him: "Since we are full, do we...are you..."

"But I'm still a little hungry."

Huai Shi got up with a look of emotion, rubbed her belly, took two steps, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Should we change the place and continue the stall?"

Fujimoto felt that he was going crazy and wanted to punch him

It's better not to eat, and work quickly!

"Oh, yes, why are you so fierce." Huai Shi sighed and shrugged, wishing to point to the van outside and let him talk to Luri.

After walking two steps outwards, he patted his head again, and then asked, "By the way, Brother Fujimoto, you have heard about the knight..."

"Never heard, don't want to hear, shut up!"

Fujimoto was furious: "Get out of work for Laozi!"

Huai Shi shrugged, pushed the door out, and walked straight towards the night scene called Aisha's House.

During this period of time he was delaying, Ai Qing had already checked the situation of his next opponent a long time ago.

"Sergeyevich Mikhailov Salenko."

Ai Qing looked down at the information in her hand and told him: "Russian-Ying, forty-two years old, nicknamed'Dog bastard' and'Old Hyena'. The biggest smugglers in Kyoto secretly run a snakehead business and sell slaves. The feature is that you can often get a lot of mixed products...The kind of children with cat ears and dog ears, do you know what I mean? Many scumbags like this one..."

"Then I am going to represent the Green Sun Xing Xia righteousness today?"

Huai Shi responded by source-quality communication, step by step under the neon lights, and looked at the luxurious door, behind the door there was a faint rock and roll noise.

There are constantly queuing in and out of handsome men and women dressed or fashionable or low-key, and the business is obviously booming.

In front of the door, several burly Russian guards were solemnly scanning anyone who approached.

Huai Shi was stopped before he could line up.

The guards' eyes were harsh, and they had long seen that Huai Shi didn't have any famous brands on his body, and they were all tattered guys and not their customers.

After coming to Yingzhou, it seems that even the five big and three rough Russian Federation people have become polite. They did not push or shoved roughly, but waved their hands to block them: "Sir, we are a membership system here, and irrelevant people are not welcome to enter."

He didn't choose to scold him, in case Huai Shi likes rich people come here to fish. It is said that there are quite a few things like this, or how can we say that rich people are abnormal...

Huai Shi was also dumbfounded.

People didn't do it the first time, and he didn't even know what to do with the next plot.

Isn't it good to do it directly? After all, they are quite polite... They all work part-time, so why bother to work?

Mengxin Yakuza is a paper-loving amateur who is confused: for the first time in his life, how to pretend that he often smashes, waiting online, very anxious.

In the gradually serious and icy eyes of the guards, Huai Shi thought a little, analyzed rationally, and finally nodded, after a loud "Oh", turned and left.

? ? ?

In the car not far away, a few people monitoring this place felt like a hundred thousand question marks popped up in their minds: What the **** are you doing? Did you borrow the toilet in the past?

After turning around and walking for a few steps, Huai Shi realized something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped and walked over again.

However, this time the look of the guards was not so good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ became serious and indifferent.

With hostility.

"I said, we have a membership system here, sir."

The burly doorman stretched out his hand and pressed the electric baton around his waist: "No one is welcome."

"That..."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand, patted her head, and said seriously: "You...Is it recruiting people?"

Under the light of neon lights, he lifted the bangs on his forehead, revealing a handsome face and smiling shyly.

Flash blinded the guard's dog eyes.

As a cowboy, he always can.

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