"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 alert, their hearts sank to the bottom, and they subconsciously launched a surprise attack plan, preparing to issue an order to storm.

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 Ri, who was sitting opposite, but also the command team at the other end of the communication did not expect such a strange answer. Only Ai Qing, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, picked up the warm water next to her and drank it before her stomach hurt.

The medicine was taken.

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 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 just 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 clicking sound of the ballpoint pen was heard.

Time is over.

The virtual personality 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.

"...Making money." The emaciated 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

He is now 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 emaciated messenger pulled back his hand with force and looked at the person next to 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 a 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 would 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 cutting the neck again: "Do you want to bring the head back? The blood is so ugly, so it would be better to put it in a box?"

"..."

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 swift, 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 stared 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 the vest is still holding the paper Motoko now, he will almost punch. How can we, the second and fifth generation, live to your satisfaction... Oh, I am the second and fifth generation, so that's okay.

Based on the idea that it would not be easy for everyone since I was here and I was still young, Huai Shi coughed sharply and asked: "What... have you guys eaten?"

.

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Fifteen minutes later, after all the oden was cleared out in the convenience stores on two streets, Huaishi wiped her mouth with satisfaction, looked up at Fujimoto, who had a shriveled wallet, and smiled with a complicated expression: "Sorry, we Luxians

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 enjoyable in the world than having sex?

there is none left!

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

If this were written into a book, it might become 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 out 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, walked two steps, and suddenly turned around and asked, "How about we change the place and try another place?"

Fujimoto felt that 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!"
To be continued...