star hunter

Ding--

As the door of the shop was pushed open, a soft female voice sounded.

"welcome."

At the same time as the sound sounded, the doors on both sides showed a beautiful face, with wavy blond hair, bright red lips, a flashing smile, and flamboyant sweetness.

But the person who pushed the door and entered did not pay much attention to this beautiful face. Instead, he frowned and shouted at the counter: "Xilin, let old Devin change this face, how many years has it been!"

The young man who was busy behind the counter with a bottle of wine shrugged, "No way, the boss likes it."

"Come on, it's harder to get Old Daiwen to change his welcome image than to get him to quit gambling." Some people in the bar shouted loudly and laughed.

As the dream lover of men on the entire planet thirty years ago, the face on the door has indeed fascinated many people. Time is the cruelest killer, and beauty ages quickly, but before this killer has time to take action, this beautiful woman

A singer and screen lover, she died due to the failure of genetic transformation. In the first ten years, many people did still put holograms and electronic pictorials of this beautiful singer in their rooms, but after all, the three

Ten years have passed, the tide has ebbed and flowed, the passing clouds have passed, the emerging beauty has annihilated the passing beauty, and not many people are willing to look back on the illusions of the past that no longer exist.

Of course, the owner of this bar, Old Devin, is a long-term lover. Even though thirty years have passed, he still puts the image of this beautiful singer on the bar's welcome screen. For more than thirty years, this has always been the case.

It is also one of the topics talked about by the guests who come here.

The visitor curled his lips, as if he was disapproving of the store manager's behavior. He didn't bother to say any more. He walked to an empty seat next to a table and sat down. He was surrounded by acquaintances and soon started chatting.

order.

Xilin, the young man standing at the counter, took a bottle of wine named "Smile under the Hot Sun" from the wine cabinet, placed it on the table in front of the visitor, opened the bottle cap, and then left to give it to other guests.

Get the wine.

Without any unnecessary words, the visitor was still chatting with the guys around him, holding the wine bottle with the cork uncorked, and took a sip.

"Ha, this wine is still refreshing, spicy and refreshing!"

Xilin smiled, returned to the counter, and recorded the accounts in the electronic book.

This bar is very ordinary, and the town where it is located is also very ordinary. Almost all of them are grassroots people. In the words of people in the central city, they are "lower people", or even worse, "untouchables".

Untouchables have the joy of being untouchables. They like to sit in bars where there are no high-end robots and rely only on human service, drinking cheap but strong wine, talking about what happened at the end of the day with familiar drinking buddies, and complaining about the bosses who are oppressing them.

, gossip about someone, simple and beautiful.

The "higher people" in the prosperous areas do not understand the happiness of these poor people. They are like successful people in exquisite clothes running on the road of money and power. When they occasionally pass by a ruins, they see a stray cat swatting flies excitedly.

I would think: How much free time do you have to do such a thing? It is indeed a despicable life.

What is meanness? What is nobility?

The seven-dimensional genetic level of a, b, c, d, e, f, g divides all of this. There are people with despicable genes, people with superior genes, and that’s it.

These people in the bar, including Xilin, all have F-level genotypes and can be classified as low-income poor people on this planet. People with E-level genotypes will be given the opportunity to work in prosperous areas, while D-level and above

Only those talents will truly gain a foothold in prosperous areas.

As for the G class, they are the saddest type of people. The inferior and incomplete genes they are born with bring diseases that cannot be saved by simple treatment, such as severe deformities, premature aging, and other congenital diseases. Xilin once

My little girlfriend Hena has the G-level genotype. Her premature aging, congenital diseases, and poor conditions have prevented that lovely girl from spending the best years of her youth.

The offspring of high-quality genes and high-quality genotypes will not be worse, or even better. The offspring of inferior genotypes and inferior genotypes are completely opposite, and the polarization becomes more and more serious. Therefore, more people with low-grade genotypes try genetic changes, but they succeed.

There are very few people. Apart from the huge financial expenditure, the chance of successful genetic transformation is extremely low. The higher you go, the harder it becomes. This is why those with advanced genotypes are so proud. Thirty years ago, that was

This popular screen lover became history precisely because of the failure of genetic transformation.

People are born unequal, but habits can make people numb.

"Hey, Xilin, old Devin hasn't shown up for many days. He hasn't come back from the blind date?" someone shouted.

"Yes, the success rate should be quite high this time." Xilin replied with a smile.

"Hey——" Everyone disagreed and began to criticize Old Devin's failed blind date history.

Xilin just listened with a smile and did not express an opinion. He did not tell those people that in fact, old Devin became rich overnight because he won the jackpot and realized his dream.

Old Devon's dream - to find a woman with an E-level genotype who is neither too young nor too old, and take out the sperm stored in the sperm bank in her early years. It is best to have a baby with an E-level gene, and start a baby in the city.

Open a small shop and live a stable life. As long as you have money, you won't have to worry about finding a woman with an E-level genotype, even if Old Devon has a lower-level F-level gene.

The annual water, land and air competition is a matter of special concern to people across the planet, and it is also the most anticipated by gamblers, because the lottery is big enough, even if the bet is not completely successful, as long as it reaches a certain standard, it will make the poor overnight.

Suddenly rich. Old Devin was able to escape from poverty by winning the big prize in this event.

Of course, the reason why Old Devin was able to win this lottery was probably because of Xilin. Every time Old Devin made a bet, he would ask Xilin before he dared to place a bet.

Although Old Devin is obsessed with money, he is still very good to Xilin, otherwise Xilin would not help him. Moreover, Old Devin remitted the dividends from this lottery to Xilin on the same day.

As the night progressed, the guests slowly left.

Xilin took a bath, changed his clothes, sprayed a special potion to remove other smells, and then locked the door of the store. He looked at the black sky, where there were some tiny dots flashing like stars.

The weather forecast says that there will be moderate rain that will last for an hour starting at midnight, and there are still forty minutes until midnight.

Forty minutes...enough.

Thirty minutes later, Xilin came to a factory area under the cover of some protruding eaves and outer sheds. He deftly avoided peripheral scanning, took out a magnetic card he had prepared in advance, opened the main door, and sneaked in quietly.

A staff dormitory next to the warehouse. After all, it is not in the central city. The protection system in such a small place is not sophisticated or complicated.

The man lying on the bed seemed to be aware of it, but before he could take any action, he lost consciousness and seemed to fall into deep sleep again. But somewhere behind the man's ears and neck, in a place covered by hair, there were three thin black needles.

Silently inserted there.

Xilin's hand swept gently and retracted the needle. After making sure that no other traces were left, he left under the cover of the eaves and outer shed as before.

There is a "eye in the sky" in the sky, and thermal weapons will be detected by the local detection network. To solve the problem silently, the only way is to use primitive methods, because they have no energy fluctuations.

As a hunter, Xilin can be said to have a difficult life. Because of his age and genotype, he cannot be an upright hunter. To be more precise, Xilin is a shadow hunter. The so-called shadow hunter is someone who cooperates with hunters but

A general term for the type of people who live in the dark, whose identities are sensitive and cannot be seen in the light.

From the age of 14 to now, Xilin has been a shadow hunter for nearly three years. He chose to be a hunter at first because of Hena's illness. After Hena's death, Xilin has maintained this profession because it requires a lot of effort to leave this planet safely.

money.

Five minutes after Xilin left, another dark figure sneaked in, took away the man who had been killed by Xilin, exchanged it for the reward, and then divided it equally.

In the past three years of cooperation, the hunter has never known the identity of "Shadow". Of course, the hunter doesn't care, as long as he can successfully capture the prey in exchange for reward, the rest is not important. And Xilin also believes that he chose

That hunter would not put much effort into checking the identity of "Shadow" because Xilin had put a lot of effort into analyzing various possible situations from multiple factors before choosing a cooperation target.

For some hunters who are not qualified, without a "shadow", they will not be able to complete the task and make money, but will lose their lives. So to a certain extent, these hunters and the shadow have a mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship. As for

Top hunters don't need shadows at all. Of course, the exception is the hunter group, which is a special type of existence.

The hunter would not have thought that the "Shadow" genotype he was cooperating with, who had a D-level genotype, would actually be an F-level genotype, and no one would believe him if he told him.

At midnight, the sound of pattering sounded. Xilin was sitting in an abandoned building, looking at the increasingly larger water droplets outside. The rain washed away the remaining breath and subtle traces of Xilin, which is why Xilin chose to act at this time.

one of the reasons.

Xilin didn't know what natural raindrops looked like. He had only seen them on TV. There was no such thing on this planet. What was there was only weather precisely controlled by weather stations, accurate sunlight intensity, and simulated wind, rain, and lightning. Everything was man-made.

A gust of wind blew, and through the cracked wall, Xilin smelled the smell of cement and waste slag. In addition, there were some unexpectedly familiar smells...

Xilin raised his eyebrows and carefully identified the smell in the wind. After confirming it, he looked strange. He didn't expect that in this day and age, people would still use that.

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