Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng once had a job as an assembly line worker in a magic crystal factory with a monthly income of about 1,100 euros. 400 euros are used to pay rent and 350 euros for daily living. The remaining money is saved for my sister’s tuition and to deal with sudden expenses. This income is indeed very tight, but he has seen what two thousand euros looks like before, and he will not be hysterical or extremely nervous.

Unless the two thousand, four hundred and fifty euros are too critical, it is a huge amount of money that can allow him and his sister to continue to live. It needs to be protected and taken care of.

On the bus on the way home, he sat in the front row, closest to the driver and therefore the safest. According to experience, if you encounter danger, you can rush to the front immediately if you are in the first row. The driver will have to help you to prevent the danger from spreading to him. On the other hand, if you are in the last row, you will be alone. No one will stick up for you, they all just want to get to the next stop as quickly as possible and then leave.

Isn't it a bit embarrassing that you are still so scared even though you have already become a mercenary?

Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and drove this thought away. He just completed the first commission with Brother Dao. During that period, he mainly worked as a living telescope and was not really a mercenary. In his impression, mercenaries should at least be able to fight and give people the feeling of being untouchable.

I can't do it, not by a long shot. I'm still the same person I was yesterday and the day before yesterday, but I don't dare to raise my tail!

The steam-powered bus stopped at the platform again. Steam leaked from the door. The door opening and closing movements were very stiff and always made a creaking noise. Zhuang Xuteng lowered the brim of his hat and stared at the front and back doors to see who was coming in and out and what kind of people they were.

Old men, old ladies, children... are relatively safe. Zhuang Xuteng occupies two seats, one on each side of his butt. This is fair, right? At this time, the radio in the bus talked about the latest progress of the 623 case, and invited the senior superintendent of the PCPD for an interview. Zhuang Xuteng pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The previous ones are still some useless cliches. Anyway, the enemy is very cunning, the PCPD is working very hard, the citizens are enthusiastic about supporting it, and the whole city is developing in a better direction. Indeed, so many people died at a street intersection that night on June 23. This kind of thing did not happen at every intersection every night. Napeicheng was indeed developing in a better direction.

“We are reviewing an important law that will improve the sense of security and ability of good citizens of Peicheng to defend themselves.”

"Oh, so what does this law say?"

"The internal deliberations are still confidential for the time being, so I am not in a position to disclose them. I can only say: In the field of protecting the safety of citizens, the PCPD has never given up its efforts. Please cast your critical vote and support Ma in the upcoming midterm elections. Former Director, let a wise man who understands security and prosperity become our new mayor!"

Does this start canvassing for votes? It’s not even July yet, and the midterm elections are probably in early November. No matter how you calculate it, there are still four months. Zhuang Xuteng failed to hear the important information from the radio, so he sighed and continued to monitor other passengers.

"We've arrived at Banshan Road P76 Concentrated Apartment Station," the driver shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up if you want to get off! There are still people to get on!"

Zhuang Xuteng had already prepared to get off the car, and he still had time to check again to make sure that he had not forgotten anything.

Back in the building, there were still three people left on the steam elevator, so he squeezed in. Just like past experience, when there are only two or three people left at the end, the elevator will fill up quickly.

Room 6 on the 13th floor, his home. My sister should still be in class at this time and will come back in the evening. Zhuang Xuteng thought that heating up the spicy chicken burger he had packed back and adding a fresh citrus would definitely make her happy. As for him, he went to pay off the rent and arrears in the afternoon, and took a look to see if there was any old bread on sale.

He didn't expect that there were three people standing at the door of his house.

All three of them were wearing black clothes, one was in a black suit, and the other two were in black leather jackets and leather trousers. The two in leather jackets, leather trousers and leather boots were pretty good, they were just dressed like bikers. Even if he has a fancy face, colorful hair, and clack-ringing earrings, he is still a gang member at most! The guy in a black suit suddenly reminded Zhuang Xuteng of the armed personnel of the Magic Crystal Factory, and he almost peed on the spot.

"Live here?" asked the woman in leather clothes wearing wind chime earrings.

Zhuang Xuteng really didn't want to admit it, but his house was the innermost one on this side of the corridor. Although he had an opposite door, it had a seal on it and no one had lived in it for more than a year. Therefore, it was impossible for him not to admit it, unless he said that he was on the wrong floor.

But then he thought: No matter what he encounters, he should always face it by himself. If he doesn't come, should he wait for his sister to come back?

"I live in 1306. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Are you Zhuang Xuteng, a worker at the Twenty-One Magic Crystal Factory?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Is there anything I can prove your identity?" Black Suit spoke.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"Do whatever I ask you to do!" The man and woman in leather clothes waved their hands and pulled out the electric baton. When they pressed the button, blue arcs of electricity crackled as they flashed. "You can bring out the ID yourself, or we can search it from you."

Considering that there was still 2,450 euros in his inner pocket, Zhuang Xuteng definitely didn't want them to search him, so he took out his old work ID card that was of no use anymore.

"Twenty-one Magic Crystal Factory, third-level assembly technician, Zhuang Xuteng - it's all written on it, and there are photos."

The black suit carefully checked the work permit, then nodded and said: "I am the 7a28 salesperson of the Scarlet Group's Legal Affairs Department. There is a statement that you need to sign. After you sign, you can get 2,400 euros. Compensation."

"We should give him three months' salary, which is 3,300 euros." As soon as Zhuang Xuteng finished speaking, he was stabbed in the thigh with an electric baton.

The severe pain caused muscle twitching. Zhuang Xuteng had no possibility of resisting and sat down directly on the ground. Two men and women in leather clothes waved sticks in front of him, showing off their power.

"Either two thousand four hundred euros, or you can hire a lawyer and solve the problem through legal means." The black suit said calmly with an expressionless face: "You are a third-level technician at such a young age, which means there is nothing wrong with your brain. Think about it carefully. Think and make the choice that’s best for you.”

Zhuang Xuteng covered his legs and pinched his flesh with his nails. He tried hard to control his anger and finally squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Okay, I accept it."

"Then you sign this document." The black suit took out a folder.

"I want to get the money first." Zhuang Xuteng said, "I won't sign anything without money."

"This request is reasonable." The black suit took out two thousand euro banknotes and four two hundred euro banknotes, put them in the folder, and handed them over.

Zhuang Xuteng took the money in his hand and quickly glanced at the documents. It was a settlement agreement, only one page, which stated that the severance package of 3,300 euros had been received, and the signatories promised not to further entangle this issue.

"It says three..."

"Do you want to be slapped again?" The man in leather swung his electric baton and threatened Zhuang Xuteng.

asshole! I can’t buy a gun, why can’t I buy an electric baton? This thing really hurts and it really works. You wait, you all wait...

In the past, Zhuang Xuteng would not let gangsters "wait". He would hide as far away as possible without even thinking about it. Now he has changed: first he cursed in his mind, but after completing the training, he will never just think about it in his mind.

"Don't call me. I'm sober. It's indeed 3,300 euros. I'm also happy to give up the interest, compensation and any other benefits I deserve."

After he signed, he was shocked again as soon as he picked up the money. This time, two men and women in leather clothes continued to stab him with electric batons, once to the left and once to the right, mumbling: "Don't you understand the rules? Don't you know how to respect our errand fees? If it weren't for us, how could we let Mr. Lawyer do it?" find you?"

Zhuang Xuteng was so angry that he really wanted to go up and beat them up to let them know that people at the bottom would also resist. It's just that the electric current is affecting his muscles and destroying his ability to fight. He is twitching, jumping and twisting like a prawn trapped on the shore.

Snot, tears and saliva flowed across the face, and vision blurred. Zhuang Xuteng suddenly rushed to the corner and stuffed the banknotes in his hand into his mouth. When the two men saw this, they quickly came up to pull him, and he struggled and swallowed hard. Then, the electric shock baton was poked in his neck, and he had to open his mouth and spit out the two hundred euro banknotes that he had not been able to swallow.

"Damn, I swallowed the rest, only this one is left."

"You can't wait for him to pull it out, can you? Bastard, I didn't expect it to be this kind of hob meat!"

Zhuang Xuteng was kicked hard several more times, and the stick kept coming down. He held his head and curled up to endure it. They stayed here for too long and might attract onlookers, so the two of them vented their anger for a while and left with the two hundred euros stained with saliva and blood.

Zhuang Xuteng lay on the ground for a long time before he could move slowly. He tried to get up, leaned against the wall, and wiped his nosebleed. For a moment just now, he seemed to have returned to the night of 623, and the paralysis of being unable to control his body appeared again.

Fortunately, this time it was just paralysis caused by electric shock, and some blunt injuries caused by punching, kicking and hitting with sticks. No bones were broken, so it was not a big problem. He grabbed the door handle and climbed up, trying to focus his eyes before opening the door.

Only when the door closed did he feel a sense of safety. At this time, his stomach began to hurt a little. It was caused by hunger and the heavy blow, not because he couldn't digest the money.

Two thousand-euro and one two-hundred-euro bills were inside his clothes. He stuffed them through the collar while he was in a hurry. In fact, he only stuffed the last two-hundred-euro bill into his mouth.

He couldn't let others take away everything.

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