My Past Life Simulator Chapter 554

  Star currency, the currency issued by the Alliance Universe Empire, has very strong purchasing power. At least as far as I can remember, although the prices on Death Row have fluctuated occasionally, they have always maintained a stable state, and the currency has not appreciated or depreciated significantly.

  In addition, it is worth mentioning that star coins are energy aggregates. The alliance will moderate the energy and stabilize it in a fixed state. It can act as the energy source of some machines at critical moments, even when food is eaten in an emergency.

  Of course, it is undoubtedly the most wasteful way to fill your stomach with star coins. After all, it is a tool for measuring prices, a medium for purchasing goods, a means of preserving wealth, and is essentially an agreement between owners.

   Not food, not food, not food!

  In fact, in the previous life in the ultimate simulation scene, he worked for four years and accumulated a considerable amount of wealth. It's a pity that I went to a black clinic to see a doctor and spent most of my family's wealth. As a result, instead of slowing down, I fell into a coma for three days and almost died.

   Otherwise, He Zhao's start would not have been so miserable and difficult.

"Hey, I didn't expect that Li Feng didn't eat it before he died." Tang En Chris smugly smiled. The low-level poor who lived in dilapidated tents that could barely shelter from the wind and rain were unwilling even if it was 1 star coin. Leave it to the other hyenas.

  The so-called hyenas actually refer to the guys in the slums who specialize in looting the tents of the dead. They are well-informed, as long as anyone is sick, they will be targeted immediately.

   Then, squatting in a place where others can't see, slowly waiting for the patient's death. Then, of course, there was a scavenger hunt, which some people sneered at, saying they were scavengers.

   Over time, people who specialize in scraping money from dead people are nicknamed hyenas.

   Hyenas waiting for people to die are considered to have a bit of conscience, although not many, at least there are!

  The scary ones are those ruthless people who take this as their long-term career. Once someone fell into weakness, lay in the tent and waited to die. Some bloodthirsty hyenas will sneak up to the door, bite off the throats of the living people, and swallow all the property inside the tent.

   If he remembers correctly, Li Feng's condition seems to be younger than his own?

   Absolutely impossible, die first.

  Then the answer is. Tang En killed the opponent with his own hands and sent him to the west one step ahead of schedule.

"Yes, that's right, it was indeed Li who I smothered to death with my own hands. There is no way, today is the day to collect the bill. And I, after getting that meager salary, ran to the casino with itchy hands, intending to take a chance, but lost Two clean.

  You know, those gangs in the neighborhood will sell me if they don't get paid. I don't want to pick up customers, and I don't want to be played to death, and then let the black doctor cut open the body, take away the parts that are intact and have no disease, and replace them on someone. "

   Gangsters do everything except personnel affairs. If they can't pay the money, they will definitely not let Tang En go, otherwise how will they manage the gang members in the future.

   Isn't everyone learning from others?

   "To be honest, I don't have any unbearable feelings about killing people for the first time. On the contrary, there is an uncontrollable excitement and joy. Especially, after learning that your kid is seriously ill and bedridden."

   After the words fell, Tang En's eyes shone with a light called bloodthirsty.

   I can't tell that a person who is usually timid will be so vicious once he falls.

  While talking, Tang En picked up the dirty pillow and pressed it down on He Zhao's face.

   At the critical moment, he was lying motionless on the bed, and his right hand suddenly jumped out, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. Two fingers, straight into each other's eyes.

   Tang En also never expected that a person who was so angry that he was waiting to die would suddenly explode, which caught people off guard.

   In fact, the famous ruthless man has been secretly accumulating strength, desperately mobilizing what little physical strength he has left, waiting for this person to approach, and then executing a one-hit kill.

  His close-up skills have withstood the test of thousands of tempers, and he has rich experience in how to catch people's eyes.

  Actually, the best way to kill someone is to smash the throat, which can prevent people from howling and kill them quickly.

  It's a pity that he really doesn't have more strength, and he can only win by attacking the enemy's weak parts.

   "Poof!"

  When the pillow covered Ruthless Zhao's face, his **** stabbed fiercely into the opponent's eyeballs.

   How to say, there is a warm feeling.

"ah-"

  A shrill scream sounded from inside the tent, and then the pillow fell on his face. On the other hand, Tang En covered his eyes with his hands and staggered backward step by step.

   After a while, a lot of blood flowed out from between the fingers.

"boom!"

  Twain fell on his back, howling continuously.

  Fortunately, the tent is relatively remote, and some people go to work and start work, and some people go out to pick up garbage, and there are basically no people around. Otherwise, it will definitely attract some curious people to check it out.

  The voice of the hyena that was actively killing people gradually weakened, and after a while, it became lifeless and lay motionless on the ground.

  As for the instigator lying on the bed, he was short of breath, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

  It was just a simple move of Double Dragon Playing Pearl, which almost exhausted him to death.

   It can be seen how weak the body is.

   Panting for a while, he forced himself to get up from the bed, swaying all over, took a step to rest for a long time, and slowly moved to Tang En's body.

  The other party will definitely die, but his **** are extremely slender, and they are definitely inserted into the life center of the brain, so there is no way to lure people forward to fight back by pretending to be dead.

   Besides, who would use tricks on a person who is weak enough to die?

   After a long time, before arriving at the dead body, he squatted down slowly and stretched out his hands to fumble for Tang En's pocket.

   After a few breaths, he finally touched a flake object the size of a normal adult's thumb. Tremblingly, he took out his right hand from his pocket, held the 100 star coin between his fingers, and sent it to his mouth.

   "Gudong."

  Suppressing the hot and bitter smell emanating from it, as well as the nausea when swallowing, he swallowed the star coin abruptly.

  After finishing everything, he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground with a plop, in exactly the same posture as Dunn Chris.

  The stomach emits warm heat, which flows to various organs of the body.

  The cells are gradually rejuvenating.

  The long-lost feeling of fullness dispels hunger.

  Physical strength gradually recovered.

  About ten minutes or so, he straightened up straight from the ground as if he was a newborn.

   "I, live again."

  DEBUFF weak, finally removed.

   "It's a pity, it can last for half a day at most."

  Being in a coma for three days without water or rice is not something that can be done with just 100 star coins. It is necessary to eat something nutritious as soon as possible to replenish the energy of the cells in the body.

   But where to find it?

   Just as he was in a daze, he caught a glimpse of the dead body in the corner of the tent out of the corner of his eye.

   "Twain!"

  A goal that is not a goal comes to mind.

  No choice but to gamble.

  Before leaving, He Zhao pulled out a 20-centimeter-long piece of iron from under the bed. In the first half, the cold light flickered, and the second half was wrapped in rags.

   "Simplicity is a little bit rudimentary, but it can still be regarded as a weapon."

   Putting it in his arms, he opened the curtain of the tent.

  The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the earth golden.

  He, you need to speed up, otherwise it won't be good for the people who come back from picking up trash.

  If Dunn didn't join the gang and become a part of the scum, it doesn't matter. The key is that if people really join, they will have the blessing of the gang.

   After a while, about four or five minutes, I arrived smoothly.

   Lifting the curtain with one hand, the cat ducked in.

   Whoo!

   An unbearable pungent smell crazily stimulated his brain.

  Thanks to his rich experience, otherwise he would have spit it out.

   "I hope Dunn has the habit of storing food."

  In memory, most people who are exploited in sweatshops save a little bit of food every once in a while. Wait until the critical moment and respond to emergencies.

  Unexpectedly, he found a bag of squares the size of a white fingernail very easily.

   "That's right, Tang En is a member of the gang, who dares to risk his life to break into the tent."

  Death Row Star is certainly chaotic, and there are various gangs and black industries running rampant. However, some basic rules still exist. For example, gangs are not allowed to pick faults for no reason, let alone selling parts at will.

   Otherwise, how will black-hearted factory owners and managers on the planet squeeze out money?

  Of course, if there are people who don't know how to live or die, that's an exception.

   "Kacha.Kachikachi"

  He couldn't wait to chew the white square crystals the size of a fingernail. This thing is a synthetic nutrient that has no taste at all and can only supplement the most basic energy needed by the human body.

   Not to mention the cheap price, it is fast to eat.

  What is a sweatshop?

   Squeeze to death!

  Workers go to work at seven o'clock in the morning every day, and have to work until twenty-three o'clock in the evening.

  During the period, just three meals.

  Noon, afternoon, and after work.

  Nutrition block, convenient and quick.

  Each person gives a few yuan, and throws it into the mouth casually, without delaying production at all, which is very popular among factory owners.

Worker?

  Hehe, it's good to have a full stomach, don't think about things that will never happen.

  He grabbed another big bus and sent it to his mouth.

   There were two mouthfuls in total, and Tang En saved a lot of nutrients in a palm-sized pocket, and swallowed them all.

  Since he got into the tent, found the food and swallowed it, the whole time he died for fifteen seconds.

   You have to hurry up, who knows if you slow down, you might meet some people.

   As a result, he just lifted the curtain a crack, and he found himself lucky.

   It can be clearly seen from the gap that three strong men are slowly approaching.

   Gan.

  The three of them had a tattoo of a vivid scorpion on the back of their hands.

   Gang members!

  【Yes, that's right, it was indeed Li who I smothered to death with my own hands. No way, today is the day to collect the bill.]

  Suddenly, he remembered Tang En's words.

   Cashier!

   The gangs in this neighborhood do not have a fixed name, and the boss is called Scorpion.

  Of course, they don't have names, but it doesn't mean that no one secretly named them.

   Poison Scorpion Gang!

  The poor in the neighborhood were born from the combination of the nickname of the boss of the gang and the vicious methods of the members.

  But if He Zhao is ten seconds late, or ten seconds early, he can avoid the three burly cashiers.

  What a coincidence. It's **** open to coincidence—coincidence is home!

  He quickly lowered the curtain, turned his head and glanced around, his face full of fuck. In such a big place, it would be difficult to hide a dog, let alone a large living person.

  My mind was spinning rapidly, and my steps subconsciously moved to the side of the curtain. At the same time, the sharp iron piece of my right hand was raised to the level of my head.

   In just one second, he made a series of actions, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

  My sneak attack skills, when did I become so proficient, it was an instinct carved into my bones.

  When the three cashiers approached the tent, the conversation between them was heard by the people who were ambushing.

   "Diss, Neil, how many of us are left unaccepted?"

   "Boss Bai, Tang En Chris is the last person. After collecting his bill, he will definitely be able to drive back to the bar before dark."

   "You mean the car with four wheels? I really can't imagine how backward a planet is to produce a car with wheels."

  Diss' answer aroused Neil's dissatisfaction.

"Satisfied, it's your first time participating in debt collection, and you can join Boss Bai's subordinates. If it were someone else, you wouldn't even have a four-wheeled car. Want a suspension car? Yes, when you become the boss of the gang , will naturally own one.”

   "Well, you're right." Neil thought about it, and his companion was right, at least he didn't have to walk. Compared with other cashiers, their treatment is obviously very good.

   "Don't underestimate the four-wheeled vehicle. It can run for a long time with a hundred stars. I have driven it for three years without any problems. Moreover, the most important thing is that it can block the bullets of guns."

  Boss Bai had a look of emotion on his face. A few years ago, on his way back to the gang after collecting the bill, he was ambushed by a hostile gang. If it weren't for the backward four-wheeled car, he might be beaten into a sieve.

   "The executives of Death Row Star are really **** talents. At the price of laser rifles, they sell us the tattered gunpowder weapons produced by backward planets, and they are equipped with real laser rifles."

  Neil continued to complain, and casually pulled out a gunpowder pistol from his waist, which was quite outdated for the interstellar era.

   "Fart laser rifle, do you think you can do something big with a laser rifle? Just kidding, I will give you a hundred laser rifles, even the energy shields of the small spaceships they usually drive can't be pierced."

  Interstellar age, who still plays with guns with you?

  People are driving spaceships and warships!

  That thing can destroy a planet in one shot.

   The three of them talked and walked to the dilapidated tent.

   "Twain, it's time to pay the bill." Diss took the lead, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, yelling. "vomit"

   Unexpectedly, a very pungent smell hit his face, and he vomited dryly.

  The two people behind saw this with question marks on their faces.

   "vomit—"

   "Twain, I. Ugh."

  Neil looked at his companion who was retching, and couldn't help rubbing his scalp with the gun held in his right hand, and stepped forward to push Diss away.

"I come!"

  He doesn't believe in evil, what is there in it that can stimulate people to such an extent.

   Then, use the barrel of the pistol with one hand to open the tent curtain.

   Whoo!

   "Ahem—"

Chapter end