Vol 8 Chapter 8: Add money

Johnny, he is a bitch. I don't know if you can feel that you, as readers, may be able to see the clues from my strong subjective emotions, but after all, you can't really take the spiritual impact brought by this on my behalf.
He talks endlessly, talks to himself, regardless of whether you are interested or not, in short, he is cool. Of course, I admit that he has a personality and what he says is often a bit interesting, but talking to him is often not a pleasant experience. The two of us dislike each other.
At the nightclub in the afterlife, the man named Dennis Kramer handed me a commission-usually, this commission must be handled by the middleman first. As a mercenary, I shouldn't directly take over the work of customers. This is the rule, protecting both customers and mercenaries. The reason for non-compliance is also very simple. Either you don't want to be deducted by the middleman, or you don't want to disclose secrets.
"Kabuki district seaside, find a package, we will contact again when the time comes."
"Pay attention to your attitude, don't hide it with me. To be honest, what the does the package look like, and what the is hidden in it. Tell me about it. You have three seconds left."
"It's a refrigerator, I can only say so much, no no no, don't do it, can't I not do this business?"
There were people listening to the excitement around, and they all burst into laughter.
"Persevere! What are you afraid of!"
"Hey, she can find me if she doesn't do your business, and my job is fine too!"
There was another burst of laughter.
This Dennis is looking for someone to pick up the job in the next life, which is equivalent to running to the barracks to find soldiers, but somehow, he just fell in love with me.
Johnny: "This is called the arrangement of fate."
I didn't want to pay attention to him, just unbuttoned the holster gently, and then motioned to Dennis with a gentle look.
"If you have something to say, really, I can't say more, this is my contact method, you can contact me when you get there..."
A mercenary from the afterlife came over to warn me, "Hey, who, don't move guys here."
"Kill him V! He dared to blow your hair!" Johnny was still curious.
Should I think of a way to push this person back into the chip, according to his current sex, sooner or later kill me.
Dennis’ package, the seaside of the Kabuki district, a refrigerator.
Drive to Charter Street and look down on the side of the road. Under the dam, there are large areas of slums growing on the tidal flat, rough and rusty, with the vicious and pungent smell of garbage, and the salty smell of the sea. This place is caught In the low-lying part of the city, there are reinforced concrete streets and buildings on both sides. This is the only place-it is said that it was also a beach at the beginning. Later, due to the deterioration of the environment, no one came. Now everyone is going to the Meiquan District to see the sea view. Who will come to such a broken place? Except for the poor ghosts who have no home.
There are definitely a lot of poor ghosts without home.
I climbed over the fence and stood on the edge of the high street, at the top of the dam, looking down.
Johnny patted me on the shoulder suddenly-startled me.
"Hey! Are you sick?"
"You have medicine?"
"Are you sick?"
"You have medicine?"
We scolded like two mentally retarded people for ten minutes, and someone on the side of the road pointed me: "I'm afraid this person is not a mentally ill person."
Tired, destroy it.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Johnny stood on the edge of the dam with an open hand, and the sea breeze was blowing his long hair. "Look, V, look at those people, they live by the sea, a heavy rain, a tsunami caused by an undersea earthquake can cost them their lives and their homes, but they still chose to settle here. Such precarious days, Does it remind you of anything?"
"Think of my miserable childhood? Is that what you want to say?"
"No, I mean, we, we are these people, we are not guaranteed, as long as we continue to live by the sea, sooner or later we will be swallowed by the sea, V, be sober and do what you should do."
"What can I do? What can I do? You are here chirping, teach me to do things? You don't have to fart on this person, I know we must die, then what do you tell me to do?"
Passersby ran away.
Johnny pointed at himself, "Leave it to me, I'll figure it out."
"Fart your mother, roll me as far as you can."
The end of chatting with a is either to be to death, or to be to death, there is absolutely no other possibility.
Let me take a sigh of relief-I'm going down to the shanty town next.
What are the slums in 2077? Advertisements, Chinese signboards, garbage dumps, solar panels, smokers on the steps, drunks with hangovers by the railings, young men with dyed hair in the arcade hall.
"And Tiger Claw Gang? What are they looking for?"
It seems that my client is still not telling the truth, this is not a simple delivery operation.
Dennis sent over the details of the mission-found a box with the words "No Future" printed on it.
I found this thing in an unmanned tin shack. This is a small arcade hall, but there are no guests. So I played "Turnip Run" by myself for a while.
I used to play this game when I was a kid. It hasn't changed at all for so many years. It's still as simple as before. It's nothing more than a pixel-level picture, manipulating a group of horse hurdles called carrots, ha, kid tricks.
Five thousand points Okay, just play to five thousand points.
Two hours later.
A group of tiger claw gangsters also broke in, "Hey! You, get out, tiger claw help do things!"
I was taken aback.
At this time, I heard Johnny's voice "Be careful..."
My body was out of control. I caught the bat from the gangster with my backhand, and the movement was so agile. It was Johnny. He controlled my body.
"Fool, die for me." Johnny drew out my revolver and performed a wave of Stallone-style quick gunner shooting. He finished one round in half a second, pressing the hammer with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other.
Hey, I didn't even know you still have this hand!
Several in the room were shot dead at that time, and there were a few outside the house. At this moment, they all took out guns: "Kill this bitch!"
Johnny said aloud, UU reading www. uukahnshu.com threw the gun on the face of the man outside the door, and picked up the dead man's rifle.
He walked to the door, like a hero in a movie, the sun was shining, and he was shooting with a gun. The enemy's bullet happened to fail to hit him—I was also conscious. I could smell the smoke and feel the bullet. Passing through the air, the heat brought up hits the temperature on the face.
It's scary enough, Johnny, who let him make his own decision, it only takes a few Mb of the virus to deal with these bastards!
"Look, the battle is over, it's that simple, no thanks."
"Are you sick!"
"Do you have medicine?"
"..."
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I went back to the house and opened the cargo box, and a big living person fell out of it.
Okay, Dennis asked me to give me not a box of bananas.
This is not enough, you have to add money.