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Chapter 298

"How much longer?"

"Four weeks!"

"Um"

"The situation is worse than I imagined. If internal bleeding or other conditions worsen, I may even die at any time."

"Oh!" The expression on the young man's face was as calm as if he was listening to someone else's story.

The old doctor shook his head. Throughout his medical practice, he had seen many terminally ill patients. They were either in pain, despair, fear, or despair. But this was the first time he had seen them so calmly.

"Prescribe me four weeks of painkillers." The young man took out two bundles of cash and placed them in front of the old doctor's desk.

The old doctor thought for a while and took out four bottles of high-strength analgesics containing morphine. Such drugs cannot be prescribed easily, but for the young man in front of him, nothing mattered. The old doctor hoped that the young man would be able to

Be as calm, calm and unrestrained as you are now, instead of being tortured by illness and dying without dignity.

"Goodbye!" The young man picked up the painkillers on the table and put them into his backpack, nodding calmly and saying.

"I'm afraid, we won't have the chance to meet again." The old doctor suddenly said with emotion.

"It's just for this life!" The young man walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around and said with a carefree smile.

His back was very chic as he walked away, as if he was not walking toward death, but embracing life. Since he couldn't choose death, he had to complete this journey in his own way.



Wan Chai.

Times Center Plaza office building.

Wanli Financial Company.

"Hello, Liu Sheng! Don't worry, as long as the procedures are complete, the loan can be issued in as soon as thirty minutes." The greasy middle-aged manager of the finance company said with a flattering smile.

The young man said nothing, only smiled slightly.

The greasy middle-aged manager took the brown paper bag from the young man's hand, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Liu Sheng, are you kidding me or are you kidding me?" the greasy middle-aged manager looked at the comic book inside the brown paper bag and yelled angrily with a cold look on his face.

"As you see?" The young man smiled and said, "Are you going to be angry?"

The greasy middle-aged manager looked at the young man's calm expression and was very unhappy: "You are here to entertain me, right?"

The young man thought for a while: "I didn't have this idea before, but it is indeed a good idea, so I'll do what you say!"

"Fuck..." The greasy middle-aged manager slapped the table vigorously, and his short and stocky body bounced off the office chair.

Two seconds later, the greasy middle-aged manager sat down, still with a flattering smile on his face.

"Liu Sheng, as long as our company has a credible guarantor, we can provide unsecured loans. I can be your guarantor. Of course, if you insist on a guarantee, this "Black Panther" comic can also be used as a guarantee.

"

A pistol appeared on the forehead of the greasy middle-aged manager, and the cold muzzle was pointed at him. It was the young man with a kind face just now.

"Well! Your attitude is very good now!" The young man smiled: "But!"

The middle-aged greasy manager's expression changed. No matter how good a thing is, it may turn into a bad thing if you add "but" to it.

"However, I have changed my mind now. I don't want to take out a loan anymore. I want to rob." The young man's voice was as calm as if he wanted to eat beef brisket rice for lunch.

"You, you, you...you! Don't mess around. The background of our financial company is not something you can afford to offend. I have 100,000 in cash in my safe. Just treat it as an emergency. I will give it to you now." The middle-aged greasy manager said with a look on his face.

cried out in a great change.

The young man's right thumb holding the gun opened the safety: "Did I not express myself clearly enough? Or am I not qualified to rob your company?"

"No, no, no, no...!" The greasy middle-aged manager stuttered in fear.

For a person who is about to die, there is naturally nothing he is not qualified to do. As long as he likes, he can do whatever he is capable of, as long as he dies.

"Call the police!"

"Ah?" The greasy middle-aged manager thought he was too panicked and had auditory hallucinations.

"Call the police!" the young man repeated again.

"ah???"

The young man didn't want to talk anymore, and thumbed the safety catch on the pistol.

The greasy middle-aged manager quickly pressed the alarm phone with his right hand.

"Hey! I want to call the police, call the police! Our company has been robbed, when will it be robbed? We are here now, and the robber's brother is sitting across from me." The greasy middle-aged manager said, while he was wary of the young man.

Shoot suddenly.

"Address?" The greasy middle-aged manager looked at the young man.

The young man nodded.

"Room 2813, Floor 28, Building A, Times Building, Times Square, Wan Chai District." After saying this, the greasy middle-aged manager's face became even paler. He was already sure that he had encountered a mental illness.

Having a gun pointed at your head is not the worst situation. You can be moved by emotion, rationalize, or even lure someone for profit. If that doesn't work, you can kneel down and beg, using your body as an eighty-year-old mother.

, there is a baby waiting to be fed, beg the other person to spare your life, but if the other person is a psychopath, all of this will become unsolvable.

"Manager, the coffee you asked for is here!" A very tired voice came from outside the office door, and it was exactly this female secretary with a plump figure and a sweet voice who came in, but her face was too checkered.

Lots of powder, looks very gaudy.

"Get out!" The young man turned his pistol and waved at the female secretary.

"Ah!" The female secretary with a sweet voice suddenly called out a high-pitched, thick, and out-of-place voice, then turned around and ran outside. Her high heels were all gone. She was no longer as elegant as before, but looked like a rough, rough man.

, a black line between a young man and a greasy manager.

"Robbery!" the young man opened the door of the manager's office and shouted into the large office room.

"Robbery, run away!"

"Someone is robbing, call the police!"

"It's so miserable. I told them not to lend money to students who have no ability to repay, and even took pictures of them before they could. Now the retribution has come." The big room immediately became chaotic.

"Who the hell are you? You think you can scare us with a stupid toy gun. If you dare, shoot me in the head! Come on! Try firing a shot." A brave employee of a financial company said

He confronted the young man.

"Yeah!" The young man nodded and turned his gun towards the fish tank inside the financial company.

"Bang!" The fish tank exploded.

A second later, everyone in the finance company was gone. Oh no, only the unlucky middle-aged greasy manager was left.

"Where is the safe?" the young man asked.

"Over here!" The greasy manager replied immediately without thinking.

At the same time, Xu Yifan's mobile phone received a mission message. 8)


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