"Today, what do you want to do most when you come to Green Day?"

　　 At the moment when the messenger asked, everyone on the other side of the communication was horrified and vigilant, sinking into the bottom, subconsciously activated the surprise plan, ready to issue an order to attack.

　　 By the time Huaishi reacted, it was already too late.

　　Because he has already said the answer hidden in the bottom of his heart...

　　 "——Of course it is making money!"

Huai Shi glared, and replied in a shocking voice, "How good the gang is. It will not only improve the economic situation, but also save a lot of small coffers without hiding it from others! I say whether your green days are very good. If you have money, can you send more money? I'm dying of poverty. Seriously, I'm going to sell myself if this continues."

　　 Messenger: "..."

　　 Ai Qing: "..."

　　 Huai poem that reacted: "..."

　　 dead silence.

　　 An awkward silence arrives.

　　 Not only the Green Sun sitting opposite, even the command team on the other side of the communication did not expect such a peculiar answer. Only Ai Qing, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, picked up the warm water next to her and took the medicine before her stomach hurts.

　　 In response to the complicated expressions of her colleagues and subordinates, she waved lightly.

　　 Everyone sits down, this wave is a routine operation.

　　 "Look, I said he was fine."

　　 "……"

　　 In the long silence, the expressions of the two green sun's messengers also became quite exciting.

　　 After a mixed-race teenager who had suffered from discrimination from a young age had a strong power, he did not choose to retaliate against society or become the person he hates most.

　　 Join the green day because it is more convenient to eat black and there is no moral burden.

　　 He has no sense of identification with your program of resisting the Astronomical Society and the current tyranny, and he did not think about relying on you to rise to the top or bottom of life.

　　 is just...just want to make money!

　　 Such a pure reason is too persuasive, leaving the two messengers completely speechless, even not knowing how to answer the conversation.

　　 In the silence, only the ballpoint pen made a rattling sound.

time's up.

　　 The virtual personality of the paper-loving amateur is broken.

　　 But once something is revealed, everyone can't go back... what remains is the deep embarrassment that both sides felt when they met each other.

　　 "...make money." The thin messenger reluctantly opened his mouth and coughed twice: "Making money is also a good thing. It's a good thing to eat on your own, cough, not shy."

　　 "Uh, uh, yes." Another serious messenger could only nod his head in agreement.

　　 "...Then, do I pass?" Huai Shi asked with a pleased smile.

　　 I was afraid that the other side would suddenly change his face and scold: We all have resistance fighters who are pursuing and idealistic. Don't want you to be a slaughter that is covered with copper!

"Ahem, although this ideal of life is a bit strange, it can be considered passed." The thin messenger shrugged, put away the ballpoint pen, broke the silence first, and stretched out his hand: "Congratulations, Mr. Huaizhi, from today on, you It's a member of Green Sun."

　　 "Oh, okay!" Huai Shi reached out and grasped his hand in surprise, and shook it twice.

　　 But the more I pinched, the more I felt that this grandson's hand feels wrong, as if I pinched it somewhere.

　　 "However, there is a task for you."

　　 The thin messenger drew his hand back and looked at the person beside him. The serious subordinate took a pistol from his arms and handed it to him.

　　 There is another photo.

In the photo, it is a skinny middle-aged man wearing brand-name sportswear, like a skeleton frame, his blond hair is mixed with some flax gray, his two eyes are surprisingly green, his eye sockets are deep and his eyes are sharp. Scary.

　　 is like an owl.

　　 "Who is this?"

　　 "Your goal tonight." The messenger said: "Don't you want to make money? This person, if you do, you will have money."

　　 "Do it?" Huai Shi didn't understand the meaning of this pronoun in Yingzhou language.

　　The messenger raised his hand neatly and gestured to his neck.

　　 Huaishi shrank her neck and took a breath: "It doesn't have to be so cruel, right?"

　　 "Are you afraid?" The messenger chuckled softly: "Don't worry, this guy is definitely the kind that deserves death, and he doesn't need to have any mental burden."

　　 "No, I mean, do I have to cut my neck?"

　　 Huaishi asked suspiciously, and made another gesture with the neck cut: "Are you going to bring your head back? The blood is so ugly, it should be better to put it in a box?"

　　 "……"

　　 The messenger rolled his eyes: "Anyway, it's the right thing to kill the Russian Federation guy. Asking so many why."

"Ok."

　　 At the moment Huaishi nodded, the car stopped.

　　 Through the sunscreen on the glass, you can see the feasting and greenery of Kyoto in the rising twilight, as well as the huge neon sign next to it.

　　——The House of Aisha.

"Arrived."

　　 The messenger pointed in the direction of the car door, indicating that it was time to get off.

　　 Huai poem was completely stunned: "Is it time to work?"

　　 "You are so fast, you are so fast." The messenger said: "You can treat this as an assessment. Your next treatment in the Green Sun depends on the result of this mission."

　　 Huai Shi looked at the noisy nightclub outside the window in amazement, turned around, looked at the two messengers, and began to think about a question-when I got in the car, did he still say that he was on the road?

　　 The air is trembling, and you Lu Ri won't even let anyone do it!

　　 If the vest is still pregnant with paper, he will almost punch. You are satisfied with how our two-five boys live... Oh, I am twenty-five boys, that's fine.

　　 I’ve come all the time, I’m still young, everyone is not easy to think, Huai Shi simply coughed neatly, and asked: "Why... have you eaten?"

　　.

　　.

Fifteen minutes later, after sweeping all the cooking in the convenience store on two streets, Huaishi wiped her mouth with satisfaction, raised her head and smiled at Fujimoto, whose purse was shrunken and with a complicated expression, "Sorry, we Lux Eat a lot and consume a lot!"

　　 "It's okay, it's okay." Fujimoto squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Young people are developing, eat more."

　　 "That's so embarrassing."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, it should be."

　　 "Then you said so..." Huaishi turned her head and raised her hand and said to the clerk, "Thank you, please give me five more drumsticks! Two cans of beer! Thank you!"

　　 In addition to the white prostitute drawing cards, is there anything happier than Chafan?

　　 is gone!

　　 Huai Shi couldn't help but want to praise Green Sun.

　　 This has to be written in a book, maybe it can become a song and tearful story:

　　 There was a wandering mixed martial artist who came to the local rich farmer Luri’s house and asked for a meal. Luri graciously entertained him. That night, the mixed martial artist killed their family or something...

　　 After finishing almost all the instant food in the convenience store, Huaishi finally patted his stomach and sighed, "Thank you for the hospitality!"

　　 "It’s good if you are full, and it’s good if you are full."

　　 Fujimoto's expression twitched, forced a smile, and looked at him: "Since we are full, then are we... or..."

　　 "But I'm still a little hungry."

　　 Huaishi got up with emotion, rubbed his belly, took two steps, then suddenly turned around and asked: "Should we change the place and continue the stall?"

　　 Fujimoto felt that he was going crazy, so he wanted to punch him

　　I would rather stop eating, and work quickly!

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, why are you so fierce." Huai Shi sighed and shrugged, wishing to point to the van outside and let him talk to Luri.

　　 After walking two steps outwards, he patted his head again, and then asked, "By the way, Brother Fujimoto, you have heard about a knight..."

　　 "I haven't heard it, don't want to listen, shut up!"

　　 Fujimoto was furious: "Hurry up and get out of work for I!"

　　 Huaishi shrugged, opened the door and walked straight towards the night scene called Aisha's House.

　　 During this period of time he was procrastinating, Ai Qing had already checked the situation of his next opponent a long time ago.

　　 "Sergeyevich Mikhailov Salenko."

Ai Qing looked down at the information in her hand and told him: "Russian-Yin, forty-two years old, nicknamed'Dog bastard' and'Old Hyena'. The biggest smugglers in Kyoto secretly run a snakehead business and sell slaves. The special feature is that you can often get a lot of mixed products...The kind of children with cat ears and dog ears, do you know what I mean? Many scumbags like this one..."

　　 "Then am I going to represent the Green Sun Ranger today?"

　　 Huai Shi responded by source-quality communication, step by step under the neon lights, looking at the luxurious door, and the sound of rock and roll drumming faintly came from behind the door.

　　 There are continual lines of handsome men and beauties who are dressed or fashionable or low-key in and out of it, obviously the business is booming.

　　 In front of the door, a few burly Russian guards were looking solemnly at anyone approaching.

　　 Huaishi was stopped before lining up.

　　 The guards have a bitter look, and they have long seen that Huaishi doesn't have any famous brands on his body, and they are all tattered guys and not their customers.

　　 After coming to Yingzhou, it seems that even the five big and three rough Russian Federation people have become polite. They didn't push or shoved them roughly, but waved their hands to block them: "Sir, we are a membership system here, and irrelevant people are not welcome to enter."

　　 didn't choose to scold him, in case Huai Shi is a rich man who likes to come here to go fishing. It is said that there are quite a few things like this, or how can we say that rich people are abnormal...

　　 Huai Shi is also dumbfounded.

　　 People didn't do it the first time, he didn't even know what to do with the next plot.

　　 It’s not good to do it directly, right? After all, they are quite polite... They are all part-time workers, so why bother to work?

　　 Meng Xin Yakuza is a paper-loving amateur who is confused: the first time in his life to hit a place~lightnovelpub.net~ how to pretend to be a frequent hit, wait online, very anxious.

　　 In the gradually serious and icy eyes of the guards, Huaishi thought a little bit, analyzed rationally, and finally nodded, after a loud "Oh", turned and left.

　　? ? ?

　　 In the carriage not far away, a few people monitoring this place felt like 100,000 question marks popped up in their minds: What the **** are you doing? Did you borrow the toilet in the past?

　　 After turning around and walking for a few steps, Huai Shi realized something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped, turned around and walked over again.

　　 However, the look of the guards is not so good this time.

　　 became serious and indifferent.

　　 with hostility.

　　 "I said, we have a membership system here, sir."

　　 The burly doorman stretched out his hand and pressed the electric baton around his waist: "I don't welcome the unrelated."

　　 "Then what..."

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand, patted his head, and said seriously: "You...Is it recruiting?"

　　 Under the light of neon lights, he lifted the bangs on his forehead, showing a handsome face, and smiling shyly.

　　 flashed the guard dog's eyes.

　　Being a cowboy, he always can.

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