roccoschili Chapter 162 Class B wanted criminal
Chapter 162 Class B wanted criminal
"I am an interstellar pirate, wandering on the edge of the universe, living a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, drunkenly dreaming of life and death. For me, every day is the last day. Every time I open my eyes, I see the light. It is the last ray, and we are in darkness all our lives, without any light shining in."
"I was born into an interstellar pirate family, which can be considered a famous family among pirates. My parents were once famous male and female thieves in the Airunze galaxy. My grandfather once led his men to kidnap companions from the company's prison, but I I have no interest in the 'sacred' profession of piracy."
"I once tried to hide my identity and work as an employee of a small company, but I was isolated because I was not good at communicating and complimenting my boss."
"Ordinary people's lives are really busy. They have to please their bosses and make friends with colleagues they don't like. It's like being shackled. To be honest, those days are nothing compared to the days of being a pirate. "
"The high real estate prices and rising commodity prices are in sharp contrast with the fixed salary. Those bosses who give you a salary of 3,000 credit points want you to do a job with a salary of tens of thousands. In their words, If you don't do it, someone else will."
"But this planet with such hard work and fatigue has the highest people's happiness index, so I got tired of it and returned to my family to inherit the family business, which was to become an interstellar pirate."
"The interstellar pirates are completely different from what I imagined. I thought they would be bandits who brandished knives, gulped down alcohol and meat, and went about robbing homes with their shirtless bodies on."
"But the reality is that with a high-tech fleet and well-organized rules and regulations, let alone robbing houses and arresting young ladies from famous aristocrats, they can't even party naked around a bonfire."
"Now that I recall the life of an interstellar pirate, it was really exciting. I held the most beautiful girl on the planet in my arms and smoked the best Samba cigars produced by the company. Even Lafite was used to rinse my mouth. That girl It’s really on point, it’s enough for the palm of your hand, it’s just right, and you can even put a goblet on your hip.”
"Originally, I was supposed to be at the helm of a fleet traveling around the universe all my life, but until that day... our fleet encountered a powerful creature we had never seen before, and that should be the legendary Star God..."
The tall, shirtless man in the corner of the tavern put down his glass and looked up at the narrator who suddenly stopped in front of the bar, feeling a little unfinished:
"Hey boy! What next? If you can come back alive from the Star God, you must have met the legendary goddess of fertility, right?"
In front of the bar, a man in a black trench coat and a British-style hat blew out a puff of smoke and sighed:
"You're right, that is the compassionate and selfless goddess of fertility. I prayed to her to gain eternal life, but the selfless goddess rejected me on the grounds that if an outstanding man like me could live forever, then life would be too perfect. , as the saying goes, when the Star God opens a window for you, he will close a door for you."
As he spoke, the man raised his glass and took two sips, clicking his tongue with a regretful expression on his face.
The shirtless man was stunned for a moment: "You...I..."
The middle-aged man in a smart suit with slicked back hair at the bar placed the mixed liquor heavily in front of the sighing man, and looked at the man who was a little incoherent and slightly embarrassed:
"Ignore the life stories and emotions in Hawkeye's mouth. When he came to the tavern last month, he was a bounty hunter. When he came to the tavern last month, he was a down-and-out interstellar noble. If you believe it, If he does, I’m afraid he’ll be so deceived that he can’t even afford to wear underpants.”
"That's right! I heard him bragging four months ago when I was in the tavern! The heir of the family turned into a waste, and his fiancée broke off the engagement. Thirty years to the west of the Seine, thirty years to the east of the Seine, why don't you bully the youth! "Someone raised their glass and laughed.
"He also said that he was an envoy in his previous life! He said that he was killed by a traitor! Let me treat him to a drink, and then I can take revenge on the traitor and make me an official! Hahahaha!"
The tavern is located on the Doronva planet in the Hills galaxy. As the most famous gray planet in the vicinity, most of the people who gather in this tavern to drink are bounty hunters or wanted criminals from various planets. .
Despite the cheerful atmosphere and laughter in the tavern, everyone actually has a loaded gun on their waist. No one dares to really look down on anyone. They all come from the pile of dead people. A man, who would look down upon someone who can come to Dorenval for temporary refuge.
Even if you are standing in front of a weak and beautiful wife, you cannot take it lightly. No one knows whether she will pull out a gun from her chest and shoot it through your brain, or pull out a gun from under her skirt. Use a saber to separate your body.
Hawkeye shrugged and ignored the laughter of everyone in the tavern. Instead, he took out a black leather wallet from his coat, casually took out a few banknotes and pressed them under the cup. He stood up and walked towards the door of the tavern.
For him, the people in these taverns are passers-by, and this tavern he has visited seven times is also a passer-by. Even the planet Dorenva is just a temporary resting place for him.
Maybe the only ones who can keep him are beautiful girls with slim waists and perky hips, but unfortunately, on the gray planet Dolenva, there are only female killers and bandits with pistols hidden in their waists. There are no cute and beautiful girls, even if there are. , is also a wolf in sheep's clothing.
As a criminal wanted by the Interstellar Peace Company, perhaps only a gray planet like Dorenva is suitable for him to return to his roots, or to retire to the mountains and forests.
After all, this planet is full of wanted people like him. Maybe the old man who teases birds on the roadside was once a professional killer, and the lady who sells breakfast might have been a desperate enchantress when she was young. It is simply a paradise for criminals. and safe haven.
Although the Interstellar Peace Company is nominally a giant corporate consortium advocating free trade, even the company's headquarters system only has seven departments, and each department seems to have nothing to do with force.
But wanted people like them know that Interstellar Peace Company is definitely not a simple trading consortium.
The cosmic armed personnel under it can even organize a star-destroying fire strike across the galaxy in just an hour, such as the Technology Research and Development Department, which is the birthplace of those powerful weapons.
Walking straight forward along the street, you finally turn left at a sign with a neon sign and walk into a dark alley.
The alley was very quiet, with only the echo of the man's leather shoes on the ground. The light source behind him was getting farther and farther away from the man, and the honking noise of the car also became quiet.
After a moment, the man suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at the woman from a distance across the long alley.
"Jiang Fan, a Class B wanted criminal of Interstellar Peace Company, is accused of soaking Jimi, the face of the company's Peace Film and Television, in black ink, causing Jimi's program to be suspended for three months, causing huge financial losses. He also injured the accompanying guards and received a reward of 2.5 million." The woman stood not far in front of Jiang Fan, leaning against the wall, holding a submachine gun in her hand.
"Those stingy guys from Interstellar Peace Company are still holding such a grudge! The bounty of 2.5 million is really narrow-minded." Jiang Fan lowered the brim of his hat so that no one could see his expression clearly under the shadow.
"The story is well told, our Mr. Pirate." The woman put away her submachine gun, stood up straight, and stared directly at Jiang Fan.
"I am Kafka, your temporary boss. All you need to do is nod and smile. Don't hold me back."
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