Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Hey, stop talking about others, Hendra. Watch out for your head!" A tall and thin man carrying a bamboo pole with a bloody cow lung hanging on it walked towards the meat stall from behind the two men.

A woman in a sarong was waiting in front of the stall.

Wu Heng turned around when he heard the voice. The Hendra who called him was a middle-aged man with a thick and short neck. His belly was squeezed into a lump due to his sitting posture. He was a little hunched and seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

The clothes he was wearing were old and smelled of vegetable oil.

The tall and thin man walked to his stall, put on a smile on his face, and began to chop meat for the woman while nodding and bowing.

The machete fell with a clang.

The blood from the chopping board splashed onto the plastic sheet of the durian stall next to it.

"This kid made a lot of money today, and the beef lungs he brought are not enough!" Hendra said to Wu Heng with a little jealousy.

"Good luck." Wu Heng replied with a smile, then picked up the long chopsticks he had placed on the table in front of him.

Bananas were frying in the oil pan in front of him. The sweet smell of bananas continued to rise and rushed into the nostrils of the stall owners around, acting as an air freshener.

Wu Heng picked up the fried bananas with chopsticks and placed them on the oil filter rack while looking at himself.

For him, he was in the Tower of Terror one second and became an Indonesian selling fried bananas the next. Although he had experienced this many times, it was still a little strange.

This is a new world, and I am really looking forward to it.

The age of Wu Heng's body is not that old, about 27 years old, and he has an apron on his chest to prevent oil from splashing on his shirt.

A little boy in plain clothes trotted over from the end of the market alley, raised his right hand and waved the newspaper in his hand:
"Extra, Extra, the mysterious sniper is still at large, the police have issued a high reward!"

"Give me a newspaper." A middle-aged man passing by stopped the child and bought one.

The child hurriedly took out a new newspaper from the one tucked under his armpits and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Kid, give me one too." Wu Heng called out.

The eight-year-old kid took the money and ran over, but instead of handing over the newspaper, he said, "200 rupiah, thank you."

Wu Heng didn't mind. He took out the money from the wallet at the stall and handed it over before taking the newspaper.

During this period, many ordinary people here did not have enough food to eat, and even if they worked hard all day, they could not get three meals a day.

It is a poverty-stricken area.

A person's daily income may be around 1500 rupiah, or about 1 U.S. dollar.

The kid gets a newspaper from the newspaper office for 180, and he sells it for 200, making 20 per copy.

But the vendors in this neighborhood would often let the little boy read the newspaper under the pretext of buying it, and then return it to him and say they didn't want to buy it anymore.

Wu Heng's predecessor had done this kind of thing before, so it's no wonder that the little boy wanted to get the money first.

Wu Heng glanced at the newspaper, which was full of political, rebellion and other war news. He confirmed the date and looked at the weather.

According to forecasts, Jakarta may experience heavy rain next week.

"Rahmat, what does it say? Have you finished reading it? Show it to me!"

"Do you think that mysterious sniper is from our neighborhood? What if he suddenly points his gun at us? These police officers are useless. He commits crimes every day, but we just can't catch him."

Hendra, who sells Padang rice, grumbles.

"The newspaper said that this sniper only kills people who commit crimes and will not attack ordinary people. What's wrong? Are you hiding something?"

Wu Heng replied calmly and handed the newspaper to Hendra.

"Shh, what ghost? Don't say that. I'm an honest man." Hendra was startled. As he spoke, he looked around, afraid that people would misunderstand that he really had a ghost.

Then he picked up the newspaper and smacked his lips, "150 million rupiah! If I had discovered this guy, I could have worked three years less!"

After saying that, he quickly covered his mouth.

Just because the newspaper said that this mysterious sniper had killed more than 800 people in Jakarta! Wu Heng put new bananas in the pot, this is the last one for today.

While playing the role of his predecessor, he used his sensory tissue to quietly analyze the power contained in the air of this world.

Wu Heng could sense that this world was very strange and the air was filled with chaos.

"How much are your bananas?" A fashionably dressed woman looked around the alley and seemed to find Wu Heng's stall relatively clean, so she walked over and asked.

No matter how poor a place is, there are still rich people there, and there are people who collect the only wealth in that area. This woman is obviously one of them.

"150 each, 200 with coconut shreds, and 3000 for the mysterious version." Wu Heng glanced at the woman and said lightly.

Hendra's hands almost trembled when he heard this, and he dropped the bowl he was serving to the customer on the ground.

I've seen black-hearted people, but I've never seen anyone as black-hearted as this.

A banana, with the word "mysterious" added to it, is sold at 20 times the price. Aren't you treating people as fools?

Only a fool would buy it. If this were to happen, even the normal business might fail, Hendra thought to himself.

The woman frowned when she heard this: "What mysterious version? Your bananas are so expensive that they can bloom?"

"Of course, there are benefits to eating my mysterious banana."

Benefits, what are the benefits?
When the woman heard this, suspicion and disgust immediately appeared on her face, thinking that the vendor in front of her was teasing her.

However, when she looked at Wu Heng, she found that Wu Heng was turning the bananas in the pot and was not looking at her at all.

Moreover, his face was calm, and there was no obscenity in his eyes.

Her feeling was overturned in an instant, but she still didn't buy it. Instead, she said "too expensive" and turned away.

Just because she is rich doesn't mean she is stupid.

"Rahmat, business should be done honestly, not with gimmicks. Look, this is a mess."

As Hendra was speaking, the sound of high heels that had been fading away suddenly came back again.

"Just give me a copy of your secret edition so I can see what's in it." The woman said calmly, holding her bag with her hands on her elbows.

Hendra's mouth opened wide instantly and he froze in place.

Is this a deal? Just a gimmick, and he made two days' worth of money from a banana?

He even considered whether he should order the entire 'Mysterious Padang Rice' himself, but his food was of such high quality and low price that even the rich probably wouldn't even ask.

"Okay!" Wu Heng responded and took out the freshly fried bananas.

First he added shredded coconut and honey, then he took out a black porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured out some red powder.

He packed it up and handed it to the woman.

"All right!"

"That's it?" The woman took it with a frown, but since she chose to buy it, she was prepared to be cheated, so she didn't say anything.

The reason she came back was that she had been feeling heavy and having palpitations all day, and she had a bad feeling that something ominous was going to happen.

Thinking of eating something sweet to relieve the pain.

Out of curiosity and the fact that 3,000 rupiah was nothing to her, she returned again.

Wu Heng didn't say anything, just stared at the woman's back as she left.

In the shadow beside him, there stood a hidden demon with a hunched body, thin and tall, with burnt and blistered skin, as if it had been fried.

The other person's head was lowered, his neck was twisted abnormally, there was a second face on the back of his head, his knees were bent, and his feet were like two pieces of rotten wood. He was following the woman step by step.

There is a reason why it is expensive. (End of this chapter)