Right on Target Chapter 9

Su Heting: "..."

He squeezed out three words: "Thank you."

Xie Zhenshu let go of his hand and replied, "You're welcome."

A panda happily shouted "Hulo" on the display screen, and the word "Hulo" appeared immediately and was made into a gradient fluorescent color. They flew out of the screen together with mahjong and gradually enlarged, flashing in the bar for five seconds before disappearing.

The hermit stood up with an "Aiya", took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it over graciously: "Wipe it quickly."

Su Heting didn't want it, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water on his trousers.

The hermit was shocked when he saw the handkerchief: "Are you injured?"

Su Heting wiped halfway to see the blood, and then remembered that this handkerchief was also Xie Zhenshu. He could feel the gaze from the owner of the handkerchief, so he bit the bullet and looked at the hermit, and said for a long time: "...No."

The hermit was quite sensible, so he gestured "OK" to Su Heting and stopped asking. While wiping the table, he continued to whisper to Su Heting: "Have you finished watching?"

Su Heting nodded.

The hermit asked, "Do you recognize whose legs are those?"

Su Heting said: "Titan."

That's the Titan's leg.

At the end of the last match, Tai Tan twitched and fell to the ground, Su Heting saw it.

"That's right, it's his!" The hermit clenched his handkerchief tightly, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's, "Did you see that someone dismembered the Titan."

Su Heting frowned: "Just because he lost the game?"

The hermit nodded slightly: "He is the slam king of live predictions. Many people bet on him to win before the game. I heard," he swallowed, "I heard that some big bosses also bet."

"Big Boss" is a kind of respectful title in the black market, especially referring to someone who can cover the sky with one hand here. Usually it's either the high-level executives of the Colosseum or the gold masters of the trading field.

There are three anti-system survival sites, each of which has a fungus cultivation base. These fungus cultivation bases that provide food for the survival site belong to the big bosses. On the face of it, Xing Tianming is in charge, but in fact he also relies on the big bosses to reward him.

In Survival, the privileges of big bosses are unlimited.

Su Heting thought of the endless pursuit today.

"You angered the big boss," the hermit said, "I dare not meet you directly, so I had to ask Mr. Xie for help. But I didn't expect them to dare to shoot in the trading field, there are so many people."

Under Xing Tian's strict armed control, all the people sent by the big boss can carry guns, which shows that he is unscrupulous, and killing people is like crushing an ant to him.

Su Heting asked: "Where did you get the video?"

"Beauty's there."

Jiali sells mushroom kebabs at the gate of the Colosseum every night. This is a business she buys through her connections. In fact, she is spreading news for splicers who cannot communicate with each other in the black market.

There is no air conditioning in the bar, and the air does not circulate, it is very stuffy. The hermit wiped the sweat from his brow and fanned himself with his sleeve.

"What do you do?" he said, "I'm really afraid that you will be assassinated by the boss's people if you go out."

I really can't tell.

What a fuck.

Xing Tian asked him to enter the penalty area, where a difficult inspector was waiting for him. Back to reality, in reality there is another **** boss who wants to kill him.

"You're going to hit King Shen soon," the hermit didn't hold back, and was about to cry, "King Shen is the real slam king."

"What do you mean," Su Heting said, "King Shen is also a muscular man under the boss's bet?"

The hermit nodded vigorously, as if Su Heting had been shot.

"Do you know who my boss is?" Viper put his legs on the edge of the table, wearing a sensor lock, "Monk Guapiao."

The monk is usually full of "Amitabha", but now he is shouted with blue veins on his forehead.

Viper kicked the table sideways, making a loud noise in the room. He crossed his fingers and rested them on his stomach, and looked at the monk like this: "Can you imprison me for a long time?"

Monk's earphone rang, and he turned his head away from Viper's gaze.

"Oh," said the Viper, "here comes the thiamine."

The silence in the intercom lasted for several seconds, and the monk couldn't help raising his hopes, but soon, he heard the elder sister nodding, "Let him go."

Oh shit.

The monk's dirty words rolled in his throat and eyes.

"Next time," he turned his head to stare at the Viper, "next time we'll kill you on the spot."

Viper lowered his feet and rested his arms on the table. With his face approaching, he suddenly grinned and replied to the monk, "You, you, no, dare."

The monk slammed the door and went to the smoking area.

The eldest sister was smoking with her head back against the railing, holding an ashtray in one hand. Seeing the monk, she flicked the ash into the ashtray, and the silver bracelet on her wrist rang. She leaned back slightly, looking at the ceiling: "Annoying."

The monk took a cigarette from her cigarette case on the railing and asked her for a fire. This kind of real cigarette is rare, but the monk smokes it tastelessly.

There was a long silence between the two of them, the cigarette was almost exhausted, and the monk sighed.

"Don't think too much," he said, "...you did your best."

Vipers belong to the big boss, and if they say not to move, they can't move. When the above said to release people, they had to release them.

"I should have thought," the monk continued, "that there is only one type of man who can hold a gun, attack, and ignore warnings."

"No matter what," the eldest sister snuffed out the cigarette, and said only one sentence, "Su Heting must be kept."

The hermit got angry when he got the news, and now seeing that Su Heting was not in a hurry, his cheeks hurt even more. He couldn't help covering half of his face, and said, "Why don't you hire a bodyguard?"

Su Heting said, "No money."

"I know a cheap one," the hermit winked at Su Heting, motioning him to look back, "it's quite reliable."

Su Heting didn't turn his head.

There was a lot of noise in the bar, but he could sensitively hear the ice cubes in Xie Zhenshu's water glass shaking, which reminded him of Xie Zhenshu's hand when he handed him a handkerchief.

The knuckles of that hand are distinct and very white.

"Not for now." Su Heting pushed his water glass with his fingers to make room for his arms, "Did Jiali say that some big boss is looking for trouble for me?"

There are so many big bosses, he has to know which one it is.

The hermit dipped his finger in water and wrote "Wei" on the empty space on the table. He whispered, "Got it?"

Su Heting replied decisively: "I don't know."

"That's it." The hermit held up his hands pretentiously, with a serious expression, and said in a bubbly voice, "Weida's artificial meat, top-quality taste," and then raised his empty palms to his face, baring his teeth in a very commercial manner Smile, "We have a unique flavor and are trustworthy!"

Su Heting: "..."

"Oh," he said, "I remember."

The famous Weida artificial meat.

Weida is a giant in biological technology research in the New World, and their artificial meat has monopolized the survival market, and they are well-known here. Su Heting used to have a good impression of Weida, because they regularly feed stitchers and have done a lot of charity in the black market.

"It's the young master in Weida's long room," the hermit retracted. "He has been to the Colosseum and often spends money on the games. Both Titan and King Shen have received his sponsorship."

"The old world is dead," Su Heting said, "Call me his full name."

The hermit shouted honestly: "Wei Zhixin."

Su Heting remembered the name.

The hermit felt uneasy, and asked again: "Are you really going to fight King Shen? How about we apply for withdrawal."

Su Heting picked up the ice water on the table, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

"It's very simple for him to want King Shen to win." He took a piece of ice in his mouth and crushed it with a "crack bang", "Just wait until I die."

Ever since the hermit was overshot in the safe zone, he kept touching the back of his head whenever he had nothing to do. He didn't dare to sit for a long time, it took a lot of courage to meet Su Heting here.

When the two got up, Xie Zhenshu was still sitting.

The hermit leaned over to say hello to Xie Zhenshu: "Brother Xie, thank you today, and I will transfer the money to your card in a while. It's too late, we two brothers will leave first."

Out of politeness, Su Heting parroted: "Let's go."

The upper half of his face was hidden under the hood, only his chin was exposed, and he was as cold as a scumbag.

Xie Zhenshu has a voice in the intercom in his ear, and he is talking to someone. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up a little, revealing the obvious wrist bones, and he was wearing a watch on it.

Relying on the cover of his hood, Su Heting observed Xie Zhenshu's hand wantonly.

This guy must be nocturnal and doesn't see the sun very much.

Su Heting thought of the inspector inexplicably.

Xie Zhenshu moved his eyes, and stayed on Su Heting's hood for a while.

Su Heting immediately took a step forward.

Xie Zhenshu's eyes passed by him, and he nodded to the hermit.

The hermit thought to himself that this person is more ruthless than Su Heting. He smiled and said, "When the game is over, let's have dinner together, Brother Xie..."

Su Heting opened the door and walked out, it was raining a little outside.

The hermit followed behind and closed the door, thinking: "Be careful and safe when you go out. Now is the critical moment of life and death. A few days ago, Xing Tian said that he would send splicing people to blow up the main **** system. It seems to be hanging over his head. The sword of Damocles will fall at any time." He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head again, "The unification of mankind is not yet complete, and I haven't visited the other two living places yet."

Xing Tian sent the stitchers to the black market for unified management. They need to go through a set of complicated procedures when they go out of the city, and then go through Xing Tian's review and review. In recent years, only Jiali has been out of them.

After the destruction of the day, all the high-tech areas were occupied, and the three survival areas were strictly guarded against death. Today, the networks that survivors can log in to are all safe areas controlled by Xing Tian. In order to avoid intrusion and eavesdropping by the main **** system, the three living areas cannot even communicate with each other.

In terms of information exchange, Xing Tian and the big bosses insisted on the most primitive way. They travel every month under the protection of the armed group and gather somewhere for a meeting. It is forbidden to bring any electronic products during the meeting, and it is forbidden to bring splicing people.

Su Heting said goodbye to the hermit at the entrance of the narrow alley.

The hermit said: "Since we are going to play a game, let yourself eat something good tonight."

He didn't know what to think about the future.

The splicing people talk about the future very pessimistically. They are mutants of the new world, stuck in the gap between the human system and the main **** system, with guns held to their heads by both sides, in a dilemma.

Su Heting suddenly thought of the swearing organization.

He raised his finger and flew towards the hermit from the corner of his forehead: "Damn it."

It's about fucking, not about freedom.

There is no freedom for splicing people in the new world.

"Brother," said the hermit, "I'll be there tomorrow to cheer you on."

Su Heting said, "See you tomorrow."

He didn't move, motioning for the hermit to go first. When the corner of the hermit's robe disappeared into the night, Su Heting took two steps back, turned around, and walked to the end of the street.

There were long queues of lights on both sides of the street, and the sound of various advertisements filled Su Heting's ears. But the living people seemed to be emptied, only the drizzle.

"Om—"

A new locomotive made a sound like a cannon, like a wild dog showing off its might. Viper didn't wear a helmet, with a pair of red eyes, straddled the locomotive and blew a long whistle at Su Heting.

"A little gate out there all alone," said the Viper, "to die."

Su Heting lightly stepped on a can and kicked it away in front of Viper.

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①: A kitten is alone outside.

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