Star coins, the currency uniformly issued by the Alliance Universe Empire, have very strong purchasing power. At least as long as I can remember, although the prices on Death Row have occasionally fluctuated, they have always maintained a stable state, and the currency has not appreciated or depreciated significantly.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that Star Coins are energy aggregates. The alliance stabilizes mild energy in a fixed state. It can serve as an energy source for some machines at critical moments, and even when food is consumed in emergencies.
Of course, using star coins to fill your stomach is undoubtedly the most wasteful approach. After all, it is a tool to measure prices, a medium to purchase goods, and a means to preserve wealth. It is essentially an agreement between owners.
Not food, not food, not food!
In fact, in the previous life in the ultimate simulation scenario, I worked for four years and accumulated a considerable amount of wealth. Unfortunately, I went to a black clinic for medical treatment and spent most of my wealth. As a result, instead of slowing down my condition, I was in a coma for three days.
It almost fell apart.
Otherwise, He Mo's start would not have been so miserable and difficult.
"Hey, I didn't expect that Li Feng didn't eat it before he died." Tang En Chris said with a proud smile. The poor people at the bottom who live in dilapidated tents that can barely protect themselves from the wind and rain are not willing to pay even 1 star coin.
Leave it to the other hyenas.
The so-called hyenas actually refer to those guys in the slums who specialize in searching the tents of the dead. They are well-informed and will be targeted as soon as anyone is sick.
Then, squatting in a place where others can't see, slowly waiting for the patient to die. After that, of course, there is a search. Some people despise this, saying that they are scavengers.
Over time, people who specialize in scraping money from dead people have been nicknamed hyenas.
Hyenas who wait for people to die can be considered to have some conscience. Although there are not many, at least there are! What is scary are those ruthless people who do this as a long-term career. Once someone falls into weakness, they lie in the tent waiting for death. Some of them are bloodthirsty.
Hyenas will sneak up on the door, bite out the throats of people who are still alive, and eat all the property inside the tent alive.
If he remembered correctly, Li Feng's condition seemed to be less severe than his own?
It is absolutely impossible to die first.
So the answer is... Tang En killed the other party with his own hands and sent him to the West one step ahead. "Yes, that's right, it was indeed Li who I covered to death with my own hands. I couldn't help it, today is the day to collect the debt. And I got that meager sum.
After receiving my salary, I went to the casino with itchy hands and planned to have a try, but I lost everything.
You know, those gangs in the neighborhood will sell me if they can't collect the money. I don't want to pick up customers, let alone be played to death and then have the black doctors cut open my body, take away the intact parts without disease, and replace them.
On someone."
Gangsters do everything except human affairs. If they can't pay him, they will definitely not let Tang En go. Otherwise, how will they manage gang members in the future?
Isn’t it true that everyone has something to learn from?
"To be honest, I didn't feel any unbearable feeling about killing someone for the first time. On the contrary, I felt an uncontrollable excitement and joy. Especially when I learned that your kid was seriously ill and bedridden." After the words fell, Tang En's eyes flickered.
Known as the bloodthirsty light.
It's hard to see that a person who is usually timid can be so vicious once he falls. As Tang En spoke, he picked up the dirty pillow and pressed it towards He Zhao's face.
"Whoosh——"
At the critical moment, while he was lying motionless on the bed, his right hand suddenly jumped up, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. Two fingers went straight into the other person's eyes.
Tang En also never expected that a person who was so angry that he was waiting for death would suddenly explode, catching people off guard.
In fact, the famous ruthless man has been secretly accumulating strength, desperately mobilizing his remaining physical strength, waiting for this person to approach, and then kill him with one blow.
His close-quarters skills have been tested many times, and he has rich experience in how to catch people's attention.
In fact, the best way to kill is to crush the throat, which will not make the person scream but will kill him quickly.
It's a pity that he really doesn't have any more strength. He can only win by attacking the enemy's vulnerable parts.
"puff!!"
When the pillow covered the ruthless man's face, he stabbed his two fingers into his eyeballs.
What can I say, there is a warm feeling.
"ah--"
A shrill scream sounded from the tent, and then a pillow fell on his face. Tang En, on the other hand, covered his eyes with his hands and staggered backwards step by step.
After a while, a large amount of blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.
"Bang!"
Tang En fell on his back and continued to howl from his mouth.
Fortunately, the tent is relatively remote, and some people go to work and some people go out to pick up garbage, so there are basically no people around. Otherwise, some curious people will definitely come to check it out.
The voice of this actively killing hyena gradually weakened, and in a moment it became lifeless and lay motionless on the ground.
As for the instigator lying on the bed, his breathing was a little rapid, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.
It was just a simple move of Double Dragon Playing with Pearls, which almost exhausted him to death.
This shows how weak the body is.
After breathing for a moment, he forced himself to get up from the bed, swaying all over, taking a step and resting for a long time, then slowly moved to Tang En's body.
The other party will definitely die. His two fingers are extremely long and will definitely attack the life center of the brain. There is no way to lure people forward to fight back by pretending to be dead.
Besides, who would use tricks on a person who is so weak that he is about to die?
After a long time, he arrived in front of the dead body. He squatted down slowly and stretched out his hands to fumble in Tang En's pocket. After a few breaths, he finally touched a piece of object the size of a normal adult's thumb. He took his right hand out of his pocket tremblingly.
He held a star coin with a face value of 100 between his fingers and put it in his mouth.
"Gudong."
He endured the hot and bitter taste emanating from it, as well as the nausea when swallowing, and swallowed the star coin forcefully.
After everything was done, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground with a thud, in the same posture as Don Chris.
The stomach emits warm air and flows to all organs of the body.
The cells are gradually regaining their vitality.
The long-lost feeling of fullness dispels hunger.
Physical strength gradually recovered.
About ten minutes or so, he straightened up from the ground as if he was new to life.
"I am alive again."
DEBUFF is weak and finally eliminated.
"It's a pity that it can last only half a day at most."
Being comatose for three days without food or water cannot be solved with just 100 star coins. You must eat something nutritious as soon as possible to replenish the energy of the cells in your body.
But where to find it?
Just when he looked confused, he caught a glimpse of the dead body in the corner of the tent from the corner of his eye. "Twain!"
A goal that is not a goal comes to mind.
I have no choice but to take a gamble.
Before leaving, He Zhao dug out an iron piece more than 20 centimeters long from under the bed. The first half was worn until it shone coldly, and the second half was wrapped in rags.
"It's a little crude, but it's still a weapon."
He put it into his arms and opened the tent curtain.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the earth golden.
He had to speed up, otherwise it would be bad to be seen by people who came back from picking up garbage.
It wouldn't matter if Tang En didn't join the gang and become a member of the scum. The key point is that if he does join, he will have the blessing of the gang.
After a while, about four or five minutes, we arrived successfully.
He opened the curtain with one hand and ducked in.
Oops!
An unbearable pungent smell irritated his brain crazily.
Fortunately, he has rich experience, otherwise he would definitely spit it out.
"I hope Tang En has the habit of storing food."
As long as I can remember, most people who were exploited in sweatshops would cut off their clothes every once in a while.
Save a little food and wait until the critical moment to respond.
Unexpectedly, he easily found a bag of cubes the size of a white fingernail.
"That's right. Tang En is a member of a gang. Who dares to break into the tent at the risk of his life?"
Although the Death Row Planet is relatively chaotic, with various gangs and illegal businesses running rampant. However, there are still some basic rules. For example, gangs are not allowed to find trouble for no reason, and they are not allowed to sell parts at will.
Otherwise, how can black-hearted factory owners and managers on the planet squeeze out money? Of course, if there are people who do not know how to live or die and seek death, then that is an exception.
"Kacha...Kacha...Kacha..."
He couldn't wait to chew the white square crystals the size of his fingernails. This stuff was a synthetic nutrient that had no taste at all and could only replenish the most basic energy needed by the human body.
Not to mention the price is cheap, and it’s quick to eat.
What is a sweatshop?
Squeeze to death!
Workers go to work at seven o'clock every morning and work until twenty-three o'clock in the evening.
During this period, only three meals are served.
Noon, afternoon, and after work.
Nutrient block, convenient and fast.
Everyone is given a few pieces and thrown into their mouths without any delay in production, which is quite popular among factory owners.
Worker?
Haha, it’s good to have a full stomach. Don’t think about things that will never happen. He grabbed another big load and put it into his mouth.
A total of two mouthfuls, Tang En had saved countless meals to store the nutritious chunks in his palm-sized pocket, and swallowed them all.
From the time he got into the tent, found the food and swallowed it, it took him fifteen seconds to survive.
You have to walk quickly, who knows if you might run into some people if you go slower.
As a result, as soon as he opened the curtain a crack, he found that he had been lucky.
From the gap, you can clearly see three strong men slowly approaching.
Gan.
There is a vivid scorpion tattooed on the back of the hands of the three of them.
Gangsters!
[Yes, that’s right, it was indeed Li who I covered to death with my own hands. I can’t help it, today is the day to collect the bill]
Suddenly, he remembered Tang En's words.
Bill collector!!
The gangs in this neighborhood have no fixed names, and the boss is called Scorpion. Of course, just because they don't have names doesn't mean that no one secretly names them.
The Scorpion Gang!
The poor people in the neighborhood were born from the combination of the nickname of the gang leader and the vicious methods of the members.
As long as He Zhao is ten seconds late or ten seconds early, he can avoid three heavy-backed bill collectors.
What a coincidence. His mother opened the door for coincidence—coincidence has arrived!
He quickly lowered the curtain, turned around and glanced around, his face full of passion. It was such a big place, not to mention hiding a big living person, even a dog would be difficult to hide.
His mind was racing, and he subconsciously moved his steps to the side of the curtain. At the same time, he raised the sharp iron piece in his right hand to the level of his head.
In just one second, he made a series of actions that made him dumbfounded.
When did his sneak attack skills become so perfect? It was an instinct ingrained into his bones.
When the three bill collectors approached the tent, their conversation reached the ears of the people who were waiting in ambush.
"Dis, Neil, how many people do we have left?"
"Boss Bai, Don Chris is the last one. After collecting his account, we will definitely be able to drive back to the bar before dark."
"You mean that car with four wheels? I really can't imagine how backward a planet must be to be able to produce a car with wheels."
Dis's answer aroused Neil's dissatisfaction.
"Be content. It's your first time to participate in debt collection, and you can join Boss Bai's staff. If it were someone else, you wouldn't even have a four-wheeled car. Want a hover car? Yes, wait until you become the boss of the gang.
, it’s natural to own one.”
"Okay, you're right." Neil thought about it and realized that his companion was right. At least he didn't have to walk. Compared with other bill collectors, their treatment was obviously very good.
"Don't look down on four-wheelers. That thing can run for a long time with one hundred stars. I've been driving it for three years without any problems. And the most important thing is that it can block bullets from firearms." Boss Bai sighed with emotion.
A few years ago, on his way back to the gang after collecting his debts, he was ambushed by a hostile gang. If it weren't for the backward four-wheeled car, he would have been beaten into pieces. "The officers of Death Row Star are really fucking talented. For the price of a laser rifle
, sell us shabby gunpowder weapons produced by our backward planet, and they are equipped with real laser rifles."
Neil continued to complain and casually pulled out a gunpowder pistol from his waist, which was quite backward for the interstellar era.
"You damn laser rifle. Do you think you can do something big with just one laser rifle? I'm just kidding. I'll give you a hundred laser rifles. They can't even penetrate the energy shields of the small spaceships they usually fly."
In the interstellar age, who is still playing with firearms with you?
They are driving spaceships and battleships!
That thing can destroy a planet with one shot.
The three of them talked and walked to the dilapidated tent.
"Twain, it's time to give an account..." Diss took the lead, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and shouted, "Ugh..."
Unexpectedly, what hit his face was an extremely pungent smell that made him vomit.
"?"
The two people behind had question marks on their faces when they saw this.
"vomit--"
"Twain, I...vomit..."
Neil looked at his companion who was constantly retching, and couldn't help but rub his scalp with the gun in his right hand, and stepped forward to push Dis away.
"I'm coming!"
He didn't believe in evil. What could be inside that could stimulate people to such an extent? Then, he opened the tent curtain with the barrel of a pistol with one hand.