The outer city is a lawless place.
Whether it is robbery, kidnapping or murder, crimes committed in outer cities will not be investigated. Even if a person from the inner city is kidnapped to the outer city, as long as his resident level does not reach A, most of the city police will just sit back and watch.
So the profession of "bounty hunter" came into being. Most of them were born in the outer city. They have such unique skills that they will hunt for the bounties offered by the rich in the inner city.
Whether it's rescuing hostages or killing people for revenge, as long as they can make money, they don't mind adding a few more lives to their bloody fingers.
Among them, there are also some depraved bounty hunters who specialize in less risky but more despicable jobs...
"I'm selling matches, who will buy my matches!"
Night in the outer city always comes earlier. Under the broken stone wall decorated by the dark night, a little girl wearing a red hooded cloak sat hugging her knees and was hawking in her hoarse voice.
Red is more conspicuous, but "Little Red Riding Hood" does not deliberately pursue individuality. In Huanshi City, the clothes of the poor are mostly red and black.
The process of using phlogiston energy produces phlogiston ash. When viewed under a magnifying glass, this toxic waste is a polyhedral crystal with alternating red and black colors. The red and black colors above can be extracted through complex processes and used as dyes. Red and black clothes are cheaper. As for the slight toxicity on them, poor people have no time to consider them.
There had just been an acid rain and the ground was very cold. Little Red Riding Hood continued to sell:
"There are also Dream Pills, which cost 10 yuan each. Euthanasia capsules, which cost 5 cents each. If you mix the two together and eat them, you can see your dead relatives!"
Dream pills are commonly known as "happy pills". They are developed and sold by companies and are a favorite among addicts.
Whether in the inner city or the outer city, there are many addicts addicted to "happy drugs". They generally suffer from symptoms of lethargy, madness and amnesia. Tragedies of people committing murder just for a few happy pills happen every night.
A tall man wearing a gray trench coat, whose face could not be seen clearly, approached Little Red Riding Hood. He was holding onto the wall with his left hand, and his right hand seemed to be holding something hidden in his windbreaker.
Little Red Riding Hood thought a customer had arrived. She raised her head towards the man, and the faint moonlight illuminated her immature face - she looked to be less than 10 years old.
The man in the trench coat made a strange laugh: "Hands... your hands are pretty good."
Little Red Riding Hood looked down at her hands on the basket of goods.
Indeed, a neighbor said that her hands were naturally beautiful, and many aristocratic ladies did not have such beautiful hands.
But it's all in vain. Unfortunately, I was born in a foreign city, so I can only use these hands to do hard work. In a few years, these hands will be covered with calluses and become rough and ugly, right?
"Zinima! If you don't buy the goods, get out!" Little Red Riding Hood suddenly said something violent. No one expected that she would be so fragile when she spoke.
The man seemed not to hear this. He pulled out a long, sharp dagger from his windbreaker.
"Sell me... your two hands, and I'll pay you 1,000 yuan."
The offer made Little Red Riding Hood hesitate, but she quickly made the threatening look a small animal would make before it bites.
"Zinima! It costs 10,000 yuan to regenerate limbs in the regeneration chamber! Do you think I'm stupid if you only pay 1,000 yuan? Are you going to get out? If you don't get out, I'll call someone else!"
Although the alley where Little Red Riding Hood sells goods is dilapidated, it is not remote. Not far away is the back door of "Laowang Fried Chicken Shop".
I heard that the young master of the Night Dragon Club sponsored the boss and built the walls and glass of the fried chicken restaurant. Now, at the main entrance, the neon sign is breaking through the night, illuminating people's retinas with the flashing words "Lao Wang Fried Chicken Restaurant".
It’s just that there has just been acid rain and there are fewer pedestrians.
The man in the trench coat moved closer to Little Red Riding Hood and bent down, blocking all possible escape routes.
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty, right? I'm a bounty hunter. I can chop off your hand easily."
The man easily grabbed Little Red Riding Hood's wrist. Little Red Riding Hood stood up and kicked the man's knee violently, but there was a metallic sound coming from the prosthetic body under the man's pants.
"Let, let me go! All my goods belong to you, why not! The Dream Pills still have some value!"
The man glanced at the basket dumped on the ground: "How much is it worth in total? Do you know that there is a big man in the inner city who likes to collect beautiful hands, and the price given..."
After saying this, the man felt a little regretful.
"Hmph, I accidentally let it slip. Now I not only have to cut off my hand, but I also have to kill you. Just be patient, I'll finish it soon."
"Zinima! You cut off my hand and I want Zinima too!"
Little Red Riding Hood cried and cursed, but then another man appeared in the alley.
The man was wearing a jacket, carrying take-out fried chicken wrapped in a plastic bag in his left hand, and gnawing on a chicken leg in his right hand.
"Laowang Fried Chicken Restaurant" obviously uses chicken cells and animal puree as raw materials, but the fried chicken contains bones. In order to imitate real fried chicken, Lao Wang used harmless high-compression bone meal blocks bought from the company's supermarket.
Some people say that Lao Wang is just crazy when he makes fried chicken made from animal paste and adds bones. Qin Jiandan thinks that this is the beauty of it, it is a sign of respect for the art of fried chicken. Fried chicken without bones has no soul!
"Damn it, how dare you kill people on the territory of the Night Dragon Club? Let the little girl go and see how I kill you!"
Qin Jiandan threw the finished chicken leg bones into the trash can. There are three large trash cans at the back door of the fried chicken shop, which are dumped every day. Sometimes beggars come to pick up food.
The man in the windbreaker half turned around and glanced at Qin Jiandan. It was dark at night and there were no public street lights in the outer city. He could not see Qin Jiandan's face clearly. He only saw a dragon badge on the chest of Qin Jiandan's jacket reflecting the moonlight.
"Hmph, are you incompetent rats hiding in the shadow of the Night Dragon Society?" The man in the trench coat sneered, "We bounty hunters work alone, and we are much more capable than you bastards. If you get out now, I can still forgive you for taking care of yourself. Nosy business.”
Seeing that action was inevitable, Qin Jiandan placed the fried chicken takeout on the ground. He carefully chose a dry place against the wall to avoid being contaminated by acid rain. This is a midnight snack he prepared for himself.
"You don't know who I am, do you? But it doesn't matter. I don't intend to keep you alive anyway."
Qin Jiandan approached the man in the windbreaker. He originally wanted to try out marble shooting with this guy, but there was Little Red Riding Hood next to him. He was not yet proficient and could accidentally injure people.
As the distance got closer, the muscles on Qin Jiandan's arms became clearer. The bounty hunter let go of Little Red Riding Hood's wrist, and Little Red Riding Hood picked up the basket and ran away from Qin Jiandan, without him stopping him.
"It seems that you have a chance... You will be unlucky if you meet me." The bounty hunter faced Qin Jiandan, "This dagger of mine has a phlogiston gunpowder coating on it, and it can ignite flames every time it is swung. Very good at cutting off people’s hands.”
"Hahaha, if you're lucky, the wound will be disinfected by the flame immediately, and you won't die from infection just because you cut off your hands! Looking at it this way, I'm really a good person with a kind heart!"
The bounty hunter's face was distorted and his tongue stuck out of his mouth. Qin Jiandan suspected that this man had taken a happy pill before going out.
Why don't you just lick the gunpowder coating on the dagger? Phlogiston gunpowder cannot be eaten. Ingesting a large amount will poison people to death. Wouldn't it save me trouble if you were poisoned to death?
"Fire! Beautiful flames that cut off beautiful hands!!"
After Qin Jiandan got close, the bounty hunter suddenly swung his dagger. The friction between the gunpowder coating and the air reacted, dragging out a shining flame trail!
"Huh? Where are the people!?"
The flaming dagger was completely swung empty, and half a second later the bounty hunter discovered a large amount of blood seeping out from under his windbreaker.
With his chest completely numb, the bounty hunter turned around tremblingly and saw Qin Jiandan arriving behind him at some point, and what the man held in his tempered right hand was a bloody, still beating heart!
"What on earth are you..."
Qin Jiandan crushed the heart mercilessly, and the bounty hunter also fell forward.
The "Steel Armor Breathing Technique" is invulnerable, and fire attacks of this level will not break the defense, but if the jacket is damaged, it will cost money to repair.
Qin Jiandan would not stand there stupidly and get stabbed if he could easily dodge the attack, and now was not the time to show off his toughness in front of his wife.
Qin Jiandan ignored the bounty hunter's body. Resources are scarce in the outer city, and refugees will soon come to strip the corpse of its clothes, seize all money and equipment, and even the corpse itself will be sent to the company's "corpse recycling center" for money.
"Fortunately, I just put the fried chicken far away, otherwise if it was stained with blood..."
Qin Jiandan took a few steps back, but couldn't find the plastic bag he had just placed under the wall.
"My fried chicken takeout...couldn't it have been stolen by Little Red Riding Hood? What a little thing who repays kindness with vengeance! Next time I see her, I must ask her for protection money!"
