"What is your purpose?" The girl decided not to hesitate any longer, it was a pointless waste of time, and only her brother's life was lost.

Lucy shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's just a common enemy!" ”

Then she paced and said, "We don't know your origin very well, but looking at the desperate posture just now, we can guess some." We are not prepared to create fearless enemies if we do not have to. On the contrary, if the help can be beneficial and goodwill, why not do it? Especially if you're a master like you! ”

Lucy said it very directly, and put all the hidden thoughts on the surface. It's not that Lucy is used to talking like this, it's just that she feels that there is no need to bother with these two little guys.

However, when the girl heard these words, all she could think of was the word "sincerity".

The two of them have seen the warmth and coldness of time since they were children, and they have a clear understanding of the darkness of people's hearts and society. I have seen the hypocrisy of harboring malice but trying to cover it up, the shamelessness of putting interests first but full of benevolence and morality, and the madness of acting unscrupulously with legal weapons in hand. But I've never seen such a crisp honesty.

Such an answer made her feel good, and the kind kindness she felt without asking for seemed to bring a little tremor to that numb heart.

But even with such a heartbeat, this is related to his brother, so he doesn't dare to take a risk at all. After hesitating for a long time, he finally shook his head and refused.

Wang Zheng is not surprised, his protagonist who does not trust anyone is one of the characters that is deep in his bones. It's impossible to get lame if you want two sentences. As a teenager, she had already experienced the darkness of other people's hundred years to let her know. Blind trust can only hasten one's own death.

Wang Zheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and someone immediately sent a small first-aid kit from behind. Gently placed on the ground, nodded to the twins, and turned away without saying a word.

Lucy turned around with a smile and said to the girl: "Although there are not many medicines in the first aid kit, they are all high-end goods, you better hurry up and bandage him, if that arm is tied like this, the nerve will be completely necrotic in another half an hour!" ”

It's not saying, "It's safe here!" Or, "I'll see you later!" Nonsense like that, just turn around and leave. More than a dozen liquid metal robots on both sides strode after.

"Wait!" The girl stared at the little first aid kit for a moment. There was a sudden stop, followed by two long strings of numbers coming out of his mouth.

"Huh?" The glint in Lucy's eyes flickered, and there was just the right amount of doubt on her face.

"Account password, the top confidential account number of the underground bank. The cash flow of the perverted rich Merlin. The girl's eyebrows drooped. After looking at the first aid kit, he didn't say anything.

Is this the so-called Thanksgiving Chart? Or are you ready for an equivalent substitution? Facing the performance of the girl. Wang Zheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the girl he designed would hide such a character in her heart. Sure enough, it was after the embodiment of a fantasy world. Minor adjustments have been made everywhere?

Money is completely meaningless to him, but he is still quite satisfied that the girl can make this move.

Wang Zheng nodded dispensably, with a smile on his face, and led his subordinates to stride away.

Time is relative, but it is also absolute. No matter how long the night may seem to people, it will pass by minute by minute.

The gunfire and screams continued throughout the night. Until the sky was dark, there were still sporadic appearances, ready to catch the tail of the night and complete the madness of the last knock.

"When, when, when......"

With the huge clock on the church bell tower, seven successive roars are heard, announcing the end of darkness and the beginning of light.

The bell gradually faded away, the world seemed to come to life in an instant, and the bustling noise gradually rang.

Fire police, traffic police, bailiffs, special police, doctors, and even street cleaners who receive government salaries suddenly pour out, like the purest angels, everywhere to help the wounded.

Each of them had just the right amount of concern and friendliness on their faces, cursing the perpetrators who were nowhere to be found, while giving the best possible relief to the wounded.

Today's cleaners are the busiest, not only using tools to deal with the corpses, but also burning the rotten meat.

They all drove the largest garbage truck uncharacteristically today, quickly threw the corpses on the ground into the bucket behind them, and sprayed a series of chemicals on the ground quickly. The blood on the ground spread and melted like snowflakes in water, and finally a faint smell of disinfectant water flowed into the underground drainage tank.

When the ground is back to its original sparkle and shine, they will pounce on the next place.

The cleaners are followed by staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau's Population Survey Division and the Internal Revenue Bureau, who, with the help of the police's most experienced officers, will determine whether the empty house needs a new owner. It is then nationalized and added to the list of people waiting for auction.

Spock and Uhura were also awakened by the action outside, and they fought for half a month, wounded, exhausted, and lost their companions, and spent the second half of the night in fear, until the day dawned and closed their eyes. Suddenly awakened, the bloodshot in his eyes had reached a terrifying intensity.

Somewhat ironically, the hiding place of the two of them is much more luxurious now than the small villa that Kirk tempted with his life. The three-story castle-like building, with a single courtyard and a gorgeous swimming pool in the front and back yards, is simply a gap between heaven and earth.

Leaving the hunter's trap last night, the two of them did not dare to approach anywhere easily, and hid in the grass for two hours, and after listening to the screams for two hours, the two found a dog hole behind them. And because of this dog hole, the two found this luxury villa that was heavily guarded outside, with all kinds of high-tech power grids, alarms and other defense lines, but there was no one inside.

Outside the door, the old criminal policeman took the cleaner around and turned around and went directly to the next point. The two men in suits who accompanied him rang the doorbell directly.

The owner of the villa may be in electronics-related work, and the defense system is highly automated, which brings a sense of familiarity to Spock and Uhura - after all, they are the ones who are best at these things.

After a moment's hesitation, Spock began to open the courtyard door for the men in suits outside.

By this time it was already dawn, and all kinds of police officers were dispatched, and hiding was not the solution, he wanted to see what they were going to say. Even if you don't get their help, at least you can get more information.

"Hello, sir! We're city hall and IRS staff, and now we'd like to ask you a few more questions, can we delay you for a few minutes? "Two men in suits deal with this kind of work all year round, and whether the other party is the owner of the house or not, as long as you look at it, you can guess eight or nine.

Even at this time, Spock and Uhura had already disposed of their original tattered clothes and replaced them with gorgeous nightgowns. Although the two people in front of them were not apprehensive, they showed their unaccustomed to the environment intentionally or unintentionally, and the bandages faintly exposed in their clothes and the bloodshot eyes of the two still revealed some key information.

Spock and the two looked at each other and nodded slightly.

The man in the suit smiled, "Thank you, then the first question." If there are any human corpses in your villa, please leave it to us to clean up, of course, you will not have to pay any legal liability according to the law. ”

Spock shook his head and sighed in his heart: What the hell is wrong with this world!

"Are you sure? Know that after seven o'clock tonight, if the body is found, you will face severe punishment under the law! The man in the suit wasn't really very responsible, and after a little mention, he asked the next question directly: "So what are your names with this young lady?" ”

Spock was a little stunned, the span of this problem was too large. However, he still told the man in the suit one by one, and then couldn't help asking: "What will happen to the corpses on the street?" ”

"What are you talking about, sir, I have no idea!" The man in the suit shook his head solemnly, and without waiting for Spock to ask again, he immediately waved his hand at the other man in the suit, and immediately another simple supporting document was opened.

Spock was a little puzzled, but after taking the document and looking at it, he understood everything.

This is proof of the identity of the two of them and the ownership of the property. In other words, at this moment, they have become legal residents of this plane.

Spock and his girlfriend glanced at each other, and both of them felt a little chill in their hearts.

These two staff members are obviously not here to clean up the mess, but to add fuel to the fire.

Such a blatant legalization of the mob's forcible property is simply a reward in disguise. Not acknowledging that there are bodies outside means not acknowledging any of the events that happened last night. They don't care how many people died in the twelve hours of madness and killing, they just give the winner a prize, and add a fire to the madness of wealth and danger. to make sure they can burn more vigorously this time next year.

Originally, Spock was still thinking about the drastic population decline. However, that small document just now had dispelled his doubts, no, it should be said that it gave an obvious answer.

Legalize black immigrants!

The United States of this world is too beautiful and moving, and its ostensibly false peace and strict immigration system make the black households of the people a hundred times more than the others.

Therefore, no matter how many people were killed on the night of March 21st, it would be perfectly made up after dawn, and while giving the perfect number on the document, it would also be the soil for the next madness. (To be continued......)