If you don't animate, you will die

Chapter 207 Guoer (Human 6)
This smoothbore business is an hour of slow cooling...

At the beginning of the third episode, Smoothbore poured a glass of wine and calmly looked at Brother Tooth in a pool of blood on the ground.

The latter slowly sorted out his intestines, but there was no bloody scene, only the painful expression on Brother Chi's face, and the penetrating sound of viscera flowing out of the body.

An hour later, Brother Tooth took his breath away, and Smoothbore also completed his first slow-cooling order.

Not long after the incident, Smoothbore heard from an acquaintance that Old Ke returned all his salary to Brother Tooth's family and returned to Russia.

Before he left, he said: "The day I sent Smoothbore away, I knew Brother Chi would die in his hands. Brother Chi lived his life on the tip of a knife. He understands loyalty in the world, but he doesn't understand a pure What kind of person is the killer?"

The camera finally returned to the garbage dump, and the scavengers left one by one, leaving only the target one still digging there.

In this way, there was no need for Smoothbore to wait here, so he picked up the big nose and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket, got out of the car, and walked straight to the target in the garbage.

The rubbish under his feet was soft, and every time he stepped on it, he could sink a little bit. When he was four or five meters away from the target, Shubo withdrew his hand holding the gun...

At this time, a burst of blue light came from the east, and the elder brother's spaceship had circled the earth once, and then turned to the southern hemisphere, still glowing.

The suddenly rising blue sun attracted the attention of both of them at the same time. They stared at the blue sun for a dozen seconds, and then glanced at each other. Something that would never happen to the killer, the gun in his hand almost slipped, and his expression was shocked, he almost shouted out.

"Guoer..."

But Smoothbore knew that she was not Guo'er, who died in pain in front of him 14 years ago.

But Guoer is always alive and growing in his heart, he often sees Guoer who has grown into a big girl in his dreams, just like her in front of him.

A memory is inserted again. In his early years, Brother Chi has been doing business that he will never mention to future generations. He bought a group of disabled children from human traffickers and sent them to beg in the city...

Once, Smoothbore followed Brother Tooth to find a human trafficker. There was a new batch of disabled children there. When he went to the old warehouse, he saw five children, four of whom were congenital deformities, but the other little girl was completely deformed. normal.

That girl was Guo'er. Brother Tooth asked her how old she was. She said she was six years old. She was very cute, with big eyes and watery eyes. She looked like an elf, which was in stark contrast to the deformed child next to her.

She looked at the smoothbodies in front of her with pure eyes, but she didn't know what she would encounter next.

The trafficker pointed at the four deformed children and said, "That's it."

Brother Tooth raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say five?"

"It's stuffy in the carriage, and one of them disappeared on the way."

"What about this one?" Brother Tooth pointed at Guo'er.

"This isn't for you."

Brother Tooth's tone is non-negotiable, "I want it, and I will pay these prices."

"But...she is so good, how do you make money from her?"

"Determined, can't it be done after a while?"

As Brother Tooth said, he took off the sharp saw at his waist, and slashed at Guo'er's smooth and tender calf, making a long cut through the calf, and blood gushed out amidst Guo'er's screams.

Brother Tooth looked at Huabo with indifference, "Wrap her up to stop the bleeding but don't put on anti-inflammatory drugs. Only when she rots will she be sympathetic."

Huabo then bandaged Guo'er's wound, the blood soaked through several layers of gauze, until Guo'er's face turned pale, Huabo also felt anxious.

So, with Brother Tooth behind his back, he still gave Guoer some anti-inflammatory drugs such as Libenza and Antibacterial, but it didn't work, Guoer's wound was still inflamed.

Two days later, Brother Chi sent Guo'er to beg on the street. Guo'er's face was pale, and she looked weak and cute. Her injured leg immediately produced results beyond Brother Chi's expectations. She earned more than 3000 yuan on the first day. For a week, Guoer earned no less than 2000 yuan a day. The most was once, a foreign couple gave [-] dollars at once.

But what Guo'er gets every day is a box of rotten lunch. Although Brother Chi is rich, what he wants is for the child to look like he is starving.

Smoothbore went secretly a few times to deliver food to Guoer.

One evening, when he went to pick Guo'er from a place where she was begging, the little girl whispered in his ear, "Brother, my leg doesn't hurt anymore."

Guo'er looked happy, Guo'er's leg didn't hurt anymore, it was because the nerves were dead, her whole leg was black, and she had a high fever for two days.

Smoothbore no longer ignored Brother Tooth's prohibition, and went to the hospital with Guo'er in his arms. The doctor said it was too late, the child's blood was poisoned, and Guo'er died of a high fever late at night the next day.

That day, Smoothbore squatted at the door of the hospital and cried all night.

From then on, Smoothbore's blood became cold, and as Old Ke said, it never warmed up again.

It is a kind of pleasure for him to obey brother tooth's order to kill people, or to kill people who offend him.

The camera returns to the garbage dump, and the scavenger girl stands up, carrying the woven bag that looks too big to her and walking slowly.

She didn't see what was in Smoothbore's hand, nor would she think that this well-dressed man had anything to do with her, she just wanted to leave.

My brother's spaceship landed in the western sky, and Huabo stood motionless among the garbage, watching her figure disappear into the short blue dusk.

Huabo, who had fallen into a quagmire of hesitation, put his gun back into its holster. He took out his cell phone and dialed Zhu Hanyang's number, "I want to see you. I have something to ask."

The other party's answer was very concise, "Nine o'clock tomorrow, the old place."

Walking into the presidential hall, Smoothbore found that the thirteen members of the Standing Committee of the Social Wealth Liquification Committee were there, their eyes were serious, and they all focused on him.

Zhu Hanyang said, "Please ask your question."

"Why did you kill these three people?"

Zhu Hanyang cut open the head of a cigar with a delicate cigar cutter, and said calmly, "You have violated the professional ethics of your industry."

"Yes, I will make myself pay, but the reason must be clear, otherwise this business cannot be carried out."

Zhu Hanyang took out a long match and lit a cigar in a circle. He didn't look at the smoothbore, "Now I have to think that you only deal with the business of the propertied class. In this way, you are not a A real professional killer, you are just a patient who is taking revenge from a narrow class, a murderer who is being hunted down by the police, who killed 41 people in three years, your career may be over from now on.”

(End of this chapter)