Johnny, he is just a bitch. I don’t know if you can feel it. As readers, you may be able to see clues from my strong subjective emotions, but after all, you can’t really bear the mental impact of this bitch on my behalf.

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He chatters endlessly and talks to himself, regardless of whether you are interested or not. In short, he is happy. Of course, I admit that he has a lot of personality and what he says is often interesting, but talking with him often does not provide a pleasant experience.

We both dislike each other.

At the Afterlife Nightclub, the man named Dennis Cranmer gave me a commission - usually, this kind of commission has to go through an intermediary first. As a mercenary, I shouldn't directly take on the client's work.

It's a rule that protects both clients and mercenaries. The reason for not following the rules is also very simple, either because you don't want to be deducted from your remuneration by the middleman, or you don't want to leak secrets.

"Kabuki District Beachfront, find a package and we will contact you then."

"Pay attention to your attitude. Don't hide it from me. To be honest, what the hell does the package look like and what the hell is hidden inside. Explain everything to me clearly. You still have three seconds."

"It's a refrigerator. That's all I can say. No, no, no, don't do it. Isn't it okay if I don't do this business?"

There were people around who were listening to the excitement and burst into laughter.

"Coward! What are you afraid of!"

"Hey, if she doesn't want to do your business, you can ask me. I can do my job too!"

Another burst of laughter.

This Dennis was looking for someone to take a job in the next life, which is equivalent to going to the military camp to find soldiers, but for some reason, he just fell in love with me.

Johnny: "It's called fate."

I didn't want to pay attention to him, just gently unbuttoned the holster, and then motioned to Dennis with gentle eyes.

"If you have something to say, please tell me. Really, I can't say any more. This is my contact information. Contact me when you get there..."

A mercenary from the afterlife came over and warned me, "Hey, who is that? Don't touch anyone here."

"Kill him V! He actually dares to blow up at you!" Johnny was still angry.

Should I think of a way to put this person back into the chip? With his current behavior, he will kill me sooner or later.

Dennis' package, the beachfront of the Kabuki district, a refrigerator.

Driving to Charter Street, just look down at the roadside. Under the embankment, there are large slums growing on the beach. They are rough and rusty, with a vicious and pungent smell of garbage and the salty smell of sea water. This place is sandwiched between

In a low-lying area in the middle of the city,

There are reinforced concrete streets and buildings on both sides. Only this place - it is said that it was a beach in the beginning. Later, because the environment deteriorated, no one came. Now everyone goes to Schönbrunn to see the sea view. Who would come to such a shabby place?

Where is the place? Except for the homeless poor guy.

There are definitely many poor people who have no home.

I climbed over the fence and stood on the high edge of the street, at the top of the dam, looking down.

Johnny suddenly tapped me on the shoulder - startling me.

"Hey! Are you fucking sick?"

"Do you have any fucking medicine?"

"Are you fucking sick?"

"Do you have any fucking medicine?"

We yelled at each other like two mentally retarded people for ten minutes. Someone on the roadside pointed at me: "I'm afraid this guy is not mentally ill."

Tired, destroy it.

"What on earth do you want to say?"

Johnny stood on the edge of the embankment and opened his hands, the sea breeze blowing his long hair. "Look, V, look at those people. They live by the sea. A heavy rain or a tsunami caused by an undersea earthquake can kill them."

and their home, but they still chose to settle here. Does such a precarious life remind you of anything?"

"Remembering my miserable childhood? Is this what you want to say?"

"No, I mean, we, we are these people. We are precarious. As long as we continue to live by the sea, we will be swallowed by the sea sooner or later. V, wake up and do what you should do."

"What can I do? What can I do? Are you here chirping and teaching me how to do things? You don't have to fart here, I know we will definitely die, so what do you want me to do?"

The passers-by ran away.

Johnny pointed at himself, "Leave it to me, I'll figure it out."

"Fuck you, get as far away from me as you can."

The end result of chatting with a bitch is either being pissed off or pissed off, there is absolutely no other possibility.

Let me take a breath - next we have to go down to the shanty town.

What are there in the slums of 2077? Advertising, Chinese-character signs, garbage dumps, solar panels, people smoking on the steps, hungover drunks on the railings, and young men with dyed hair in the arcade.

"And the Tiger Claw Gang? What are they looking for?"

It seems that my customer still didn't tell the truth. This was not a simple delivery operation.

Dennis sent over the details of the mission - to find a box with the words "No Future" printed on it.

I found this thing in an empty tin shack. It was a small arcade, but there were no customers. So I played "Carrot Run" by myself for a while.

I used to play this game a lot when I was a kid, and it hasn't changed at all over the years. It's still as crude as before. It's nothing more than a pixel-level picture, controlling a group of horses called radishes to jump over hurdles, haha, it's just a child's trick.

Five thousand points, okay, let’s play until it reaches five thousand points.

Two hours later.

A group of gangsters from the Tiger Claw Gang also broke in, "Hey! Get out of here, the Tiger Claw Gang is doing some work!"

I was taken aback.

At this time, I heard Johnny's voice "Be careful..."

My body was out of control, and I caught the bat that the gangster hit with my backhand. My movements were incredibly agile. Damn it, it was Johnny, he controlled my body.

"You idiot, just die." Johnny pulled out my revolver and performed a wave of Stallone-style rapid-fire shooting. He completed a round in half a second, pressing the hammer with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other.

Hey, I didn’t know you had this skill!

Several gangsters in the house were shot dead at that time, and there were still a few outside the house. At this moment, they all drew their guns and said, "Fuck this stinky bitch!"

Johnny made a sound, threw the gun in the face of the man outside the door, and then picked up the dead man's rifle.

He walked to the door, like a hero in a movie. The sun was shining, and he fired with his gun. It just happened that the enemy's bullets missed him - I was also conscious, I could smell the smoke and feel the bullets.

Passing through the air, the heat brought up hits the face.

It's really scary, damn Johnny, who let him make his own decisions? It only takes a few Mb of viruses to deal with these bastards!

"Look, the battle is over, it's that simple, you're welcome."

"You are sick!"

"Do you have medicine?"

"..."

It was not a good place to stay for a long time. I went back to the house and opened the cargo box, and a big living person fell out of it.

OK, it turned out that what Dennis asked me to send was not a box of bananas.
Chapter completed!