Chapter 705 He Can Always Do It

"Now that you have come to Green Day, what do you want to do most?"

The moment the messenger asked the question, everyone on the other end of the communication was on guard and their hearts sank to the bottom. They subconsciously started a surprise attack plan and prepared to issue an order to attack.

By the time Huaishi reacted, it was already too late.

Because he has already spoken out the answer hidden deep in his heart...

"——Of course it's to make money!"

Huai Shi stared and replied in a trembling voice, "The gangsters are so good. There is no burden at all when they are gangsters. Not only can they improve the economic situation, but they can also save a lot of money without telling others! I said you Green Day are very good. You have money, can you give me more? I’m almost broke. To be honest, if this continues, I’m going to sell myself.”

messenger:"……"

Ai Qing: "..."

Huai Shi reacted: "..."

Dead silence.

An awkward silence came.

Not only Green Day, who was sitting opposite, but also the command team on the other end of the communication did not expect such a strange answer. Only Ai Qing, who had been mentally prepared, picked up the warm water next to her and drank the medicine before her stomach hurt.

Facing the complicated expressions of her colleagues and subordinates, she waved her hand lightly.

Everyone sits down, this is a routine operation.

"Look, I already told him that there was nothing wrong with him."

"..."

In the long silence, the expressions of the two Green Sun messengers became quite wonderful.

After a mixed-race boy who had been discriminated against since childhood became powerful, he did not choose to retaliate against society or become the person he hated the most.

I joined Green Day just because it is more convenient to eat black and white without any moral burden.

He has no sympathy at all for your program of resisting the Astronomical Society and the current tyranny, and he has no intention of relying on you to get ahead or reach the peak or bottom of life.

It’s just... I want to make money!

Such a pure reason was so convincing that the two envoys were completely speechless and did not even know how to answer the question.

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

time's up.

The avatar of Amateur Uzuki was shattered.

But once certain things are revealed, no one can go back... All that remains is the deep embarrassment that the two sides felt when they looked at each other.

"...make money." The thin messenger managed to speak and coughed twice: "Making money is also a good thing. You can rely on your own skills to make a living. Ahem, it's not shabby."

"Well, well, that's right." The other serious messenger could only nod in agreement.

"...Then, do I pass?" Huai Shi asked with a flattering smile.

I'm afraid that the other side will suddenly change his face and yell: We are all resistance fighters with pursuits and ideals here, and we don't want a butcher like you who is full of the smell of copper!

"Ahem, although this life ideal is a bit strange, it can be regarded as passed." The thin messenger shrugged, put away his ballpoint pen, took the lead in breaking the silence, and stretched out his hand: "Congratulations, Mr. Huaizhi, starting from today, you Just become a member of Green Day.”

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

But the more I squeezed it, the more I felt that the grandson's hand felt wrong, as if he had pinched it somewhere.

"However, I have a task for you."

The thin messenger used strength to withdraw his hand and looked at the person beside him. The serious subordinate took out a pistol from his arms and handed it to him.

There is also a photo.

In the photo, there is a skinny middle-aged man wearing a brand-name sportswear, looking like a skeleton. His blond hair is mixed with some linen gray, but his two eyes are shockingly green, with deep-set eye sockets and sharp gaze. Scary.

Like an owl.

"Who is this?"

"Your goal tonight," the messenger said, "don't you want to make money? If you kill this person, you will make money."

"Get rid of it?" Huaishi doesn't quite understand the meaning of this Yingzhou dialect pronoun.

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

Huai Shi shrank his neck and took a breath of air: "There's no need to be so cruel, right?"

"Are you afraid?" The messenger chuckled softly: "Don't worry, this guy is definitely the type who will not regret his death, so there is no need to feel any burden."

"No, I mean, do you have to cut your neck?"

Huai Shi asked doubtfully, and made the gesture of slitting the neck again: "Do you want to bring the head back? The blood is so unsightly. It would be better to put it in a box, right?"

"..."

The messenger rolled his eyes: "In short, just kill the Russian guy, why are you asking so many questions?"

"OK."

The moment Huai Shi nodded, the car stopped.

Through the sunscreen film on the glass, you can see the bright lights of Kyoto in the rising dusk, as well as the huge neon signs next to it.

——Elsa House.

"arrive."

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

Huai Shi was completely confused: "Are you going to start working now?"

"Soldiers are valuable and quick, Lord Huai Zhi." The messenger said, "You can regard this as an assessment. Your subsequent treatment in Green Sun will depend on the outcome of this mission."

Huai Shi looked at the noisy nightclub outside the window in astonishment. She turned around, looked at the two messengers, and began to think about a question - when she got in the car just now, did she say that she was in charge of food on the road?

I'm so angry and shaking, you Green Day guys don't even let anyone do it to you!

If Motoko was still wearing the vest now, he would just punch. How can we, the twenty-fifth generation, live so that you are satisfied... Oh, I am the twenty-fifth generation, so that's okay.

With the thought that it would not be easy for everyone since they have come here and I am still young, Huai Shi coughed sharply and asked: "What... have you guys eaten?"

Fifteen minutes later, after all the oden was cleared out in the convenience store on two streets, Huai Shi wiped his mouth with satisfaction, raised his head and smiled at Fujimoto, who had a shriveled wallet and a complicated expression: "Sorry, we are the most powerful people. If you eat too much, you will consume a lot!”

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

"That's so embarrassing."

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

"Then you said so..." Huai Shi turned around and raised his hand and said to the clerk, "Please heat up five more chicken drumsticks for me! I'll give you two cans of beer too, thank you!"

Apart from whoring and drawing cards for free, is there anything more pleasurable than having a meal?

there is none left!

Huai Shi couldn't help but want to praise Lu Ri.

If this is written into a book, it might turn into a touching story:

There was a wandering mixed-breed warrior who came to the local rich farmer Luri's house and asked for a meal. Luri entertained him graciously. That night, the mixed-bred warrior killed their whole family and so on...

After finishing almost all the instant foods in the convenience store, Huaishi finally patted her belly and sighed: "Thank you for the treat!"

"It's good when you're full. It's good when you're full."

Fujimoto's expression twitched, and he forced a smile and looked at him: "Now that we are full, shall we... shall we..."

"But I'm still a little hungry."

Huai Shi stood up with a sigh on her face, rubbed her belly, took two steps, and suddenly turned around and asked, "How about we change the place and try another place?"

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

I'd rather stop eating and get to work quickly!

"Okay, okay, why are you so fierce?" Huaishi sighed and shrugged, wanting to point to the van outside and ask him to tell Luri.

After taking two steps outside, he patted his head again, turned around and asked: "By the way, Brother Fujimoto, have you heard the story of the knight's journey..."

"I haven't heard it, I don't want to hear it, shut up!"

Fujimoto was furious: "Go back to work!"

Huai Shi shrugged, pushed open the door and walked straight towards the nightclub called Aisha's House.

While he was delaying, Ai Qing had already checked out the situation of his next opponent.

"Sergeevich Mikhailov Salenko."

Ai Qing looked down at the information in her hand and told him: "Mixed Russian and Yingxian, forty-two years old, nicknamed 'bastard' and 'old hyena'. Several of the largest smugglers in Kyoto secretly run the snakehead business and sell slaves. The specialty is that you can often get a lot of hybrid products...children with cat ears and dog ears, you know what I mean, right? A lot of scum like this..."

"Then am I not going to do justice on behalf of Green Sun today?"

Huai Shi responded through the source communication, walked step by step under the neon lights, and looked at the luxurious door. There was a faint sound of rock music behind the door.

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

In front of the door, several burly Russian gatekeepers were coldly scanning anyone approaching.

Huai Shi was already stopped before she even queued up.

The guards had a vicious eye, and they had long realized that a guy like Huai Shi, who didn't have any brand name on his body and was all rags, was not his customer.

After arriving in Yingzhou, it seemed that even the rich and powerful Russian people became polite. They did not push him roughly, but just waved their hands to stop him: "Sir, our place is a membership system, and unrelated people are not welcome to enter."

There was no choice to rebuke, just in case Huaishi was some kind of rich man who liked cosplay and came here to fish. It is said that there are quite a lot of this kind of things, or that rich people are all perverts...

Huai Shi was also confused.

He didn't take action immediately, so he didn't know what to do next.

Wouldn't it be better to do it directly? After all, they are quite polite... They are all part-timers, so why bother the part-timers?

The new Yakuza paper-wielding amateur was confused: it was the first time in my life that I was smashing something, so how could I pretend to do it often? I was waiting online. It was quite urgent.

Under the increasingly serious and cold gazes of the guards, Huai Shi thought for a moment, analyzed rationally, and finally nodded, said "Oh", and then turned around and left.

? ? ?

In the carriage not far away, several people monitoring the place felt as if a hundred thousand question marks were popping up in their minds: What the hell are you doing? Did you go over to borrow the toilet?

After turning around and walking several steps, Huai Shi realized that something was not right. He quickly stopped, turned around and walked over again.

However, this time the guards didn't look so good.

Became serious and indifferent.

With hostility.

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

The burly guard reached out and pressed the electric baton on his waist: "Irrelevant people are not welcome."

"That what..."

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

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

Blinded the guard's eyes.

He can always be a Cowherd.

I took a look at the word count for this month’s update and found that the progress has not fallen behind. Sure enough, I am still too diligent (akimbo)

Can you give me a monthly pass mua?