Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 240 Boy
She looked at Sun Hang, then at the silent boy, and asked, "Really?"

"Puchi." Sun Hang laughed. "Do I need to lie about this? All benefits will be clearly written in the contract. If you don't understand the contract, we can also provide professional lawyer assistance to help you explain the contents of the contract in detail."

Sun Hang's tone was still very polite. After all, this was the first pilot operation, and he didn't want to mess it up if he could.

What's more, he could see clearly what this middle-aged woman was thinking.

For some reason, he could vaguely see a dark brown shadow attached to the back of the middle-aged woman, swaying vaguely.

Not only the middle-aged woman, but other refugees in the audience also had similar "shadows"... The last time Sun Hang saw this kind of scene was in Chunming City, when a large-scale "mind reading" was launched in order to lock Zhong Ling's position from the crowd.

Some of these shadows are called fear, some are called hatred... and the most common one is called greed.

The middle-aged woman's body was completely covered by the shadow of greed. She took a deep breath, swallowed twice, and spoke in a much slower tone: "Then... can the government guarantee the safety of my baby?"

"As the chief instructor of the training camp and the highest person in charge of the Tianshu Tower Comprehensive Talent Training Base, I will personally lead the team for training, and I will also try my best to ensure the personal safety of all trainees. But as the saying goes, there are unexpected events in the world, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time. I cannot guarantee that every trainee will survive to the day of graduation... Therefore, every trainee must sign a disclaimer, which is commonly known as a "life and death statement." As for the 10%~15% mortality rate just announced to everyone, it is a probability estimated by the computer, but I believe that man can conquer nature. As long as we work hard enough, it is definitely not impossible to reduce this probability to single digits!"

"I didn't expect this guy to have such a talent for public speaking." Ye Jiu whispered to Yang Lian who was standing beside him, "Look at those people in the audience, many of them have been aroused."

Yang Lian, who was wearing a black suit and frameless sunglasses, glanced at him and said coldly: "It's not Sun Hang's speech that aroused people's emotions, but the benefits he just promised."

"I think so." Ye Jiu nodded hurriedly, "It's just giving money, I can do it too."

The people in the audience had already started whispering, and the middle-aged woman looked embarrassed - she didn't know whether to go forward or backward.

Sun Hang tapped the microphone, and the loud noise released from the speaker instantly attracted everyone's attention. After seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him again, he spoke: "Oh, there is one more thing. Although it is a bit unlucky to say, and although I hope that none of you will need it, as the most important guarantee, I still have to make it clear here."

Sun Hang kept the question in suspense, paused for a few seconds, and then continued, "That's the issue of pensions. I assure you that any trainee who dies during training, regardless of the cause of death, will have their immediate family members receive a one-time pension of 500,000 yuan. In addition, we will arrange for the families of the victims to leave Shuzhou and settle down in a city-state that is not shrouded in eternal night."

As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The middle-aged woman loosened her grip on the boy's shoulders and pushed his back instead.

"Wow...if you go there, be careful! I believe you can complete the training...when you get there, you must obey the instructor in everything..."

Before she finished her words, the boy walked straight towards the podium without even looking back at his mother.

He walked to the stage, looked at Sun Hang, and asked, "I want to participate in the training. How do I sign up?"

Sun Hang looked at him, then turned to Ye Jiu and Yang Lian and said, "You will take over the subsequent recruitment work... As for you, follow me."

Sun Hang took the boy to the backstage and pulled over two white plastic chairs.

"sit."

The boy didn't look immature or reserved at all, as he should be at his age. He sat down naturally and looked at Sun Hang.

This boy is special.

Before he went on stage, Sun Hang had already noticed that when he activated his ability, the emotions of everyone around him more or less turned into shadows attached to their bodies. Even Ye Jiu and Wang Xiyi were no exception...except this boy. There was no shadow behind him at all.

There was something about the boy that made Sun Hang feel familiar, but he couldn't put into words what the feeling was.

Sun Hang stared at the boy, and the boy also stared at Sun Hang, with neither servile nor arrogant eyes.

No, to be precise, his eyes cannot be described as neither humble nor arrogant...it should be described as "calm and still", like a robot without emotions.

Sun Hang suddenly pulled out his pistol and put the muzzle to the boy's forehead.

The boy's expression didn't change, and his body didn't even tremble slightly.

"Aren't you afraid?" Sun Hang asked.

"No," the boy replied.

"Being brave is a good thing, but your reaction is too slow. You should have tried to dodge or grab the gun the moment I raised it." Sun Hang shook his head. "I need a warrior, not a stern wooden man... Try again."

Sun Hang pulled out his gun again, and this time he deliberately slowed down his movements a little.

He wanted to see whether the boy would choose to dodge or grab the gun.

The boy jumped up from his chair and slammed into Sun Hang, trying to make Sun Hang lose his balance and drop the gun.

Unfortunately, although his idea was good, his speed and strength were too weak - before he hit Sun Hang, Sun Hang had already kicked him out.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, but at the last moment he used his hands to protect his head, preventing it from hitting the ground directly - but the backs of his hands were still scratched by the rough ground.

Sun Hang was able to control the strength of this kick. Under normal circumstances, the boy's ribs should have been shattered and his internal organs should have been shattered... Not to mention getting up from the ground, he would have been a corpse before he hit the ground.

"Can you get up?" Sun Hang asked.

"Yes." The boy got up.

"Come here." Sun Hang waved at him.

The boy came closer.

"Can you use a gun?" Sun Hang asked.

The boy shook his head.

"See? This is the safety. Push it down, then pull the trigger and you can shoot. Of course, you have to make sure the bullet is loaded before pulling the trigger." Sun Hang pulled the slide of the pistol, and after hearing a crisp loading sound, he threw the pistol to the boy.

"The thing above the muzzle is called the front sight, and the notch on the butt of the gun is called the rear sight. The front sight, rear sight and target are in a straight line. Now, point the gun at my head." Sun Hang said. The boy raised the gun and aimed at Sun Hang's head.

The distance between the two people is only one meter. At this distance, even if a novice who has never touched a gun shoots, it is unlikely to miss the target.

"I suggest you hold the gun with both hands," Sun Hang said. "Although the caliber of this gun is only nine millimeters, the recoil may be greater than you think."

The boy took his other hand.

"Now, shoot at my head." When Sun Hang said this, he had silently enveloped the two of them with a soundproof field.

The boy did not hesitate at all. After Sun Hang finished speaking, he directly followed Sun Hang's instructions, opened the safety and pulled the trigger.

"Bah!"

The muzzle smoke in bullet time is like a slowly blooming peony. The lead bullet flies out of the muzzle, leaving a visible trail behind it.

The next moment, a fist made up of countless hyphae suddenly stretched out from behind Sun Hang and held the bullet in the palm of his hand.

"Well done." Sun Hang nodded, "You can return the gun to me... Oh, remember to turn off the safety."

After putting the pistol back into the holster, Sun Hang sat down again and asked the boy, "What were you thinking when you shot?"

"Nothing," the boy replied.

"Have you ever thought that you might kill me with this shot?"

"No."

"Then why did you shoot?"

"Because you asked me to shoot." The boy showed a rare thoughtful look. "I think this might be part of the training."

"Well... you're not wrong to say that." Sun Hang pressed his brow helplessly, "But I always feel that you don't look like a boy of fifteen or sixteen... Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how old are you?"

"Two months until he's fifteen."

“Where did you study before?”

"Tianfucheng Intermediate Vocational and Technical College."

"Did you start attending technical school when you were fifteen? How were your grades before?"

"Not bad. I ranked first in my class when I was in the first grade of junior high school." The boy replied.

"Then why are you still attending a technical school? With your grades, shouldn't it be easy for you to get into a regular high school?" Sun Hang said in astonishment. "Even if you are in the worst junior high school, a student who can get the top score in the class shouldn't have to go to a technical school, right?"

"This is my mother's request. She said that I need to enter society and work as soon as possible to help them support my brothers and sisters at home." The boy answered calmly.

It was as if what he said was not his own business, but something that happened to a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"Is your mother crazy? She wants to let a kid who can get the top score in the class go to a technical school?" Sun Hang scratched his head. "What about your father? Doesn't he object?"

"My dad...he doesn't like me very much. He always thinks that I don't look like him and suspects that I am the child of my mom and someone else." The boy said, "He likes my younger brother more."

"Good fellow, it suddenly switched to the prime time family ethics drama..." Sun Hang muttered, "By the way, why did you want to participate in the training? Is it really for your parents' wish... to support those brothers and sisters?"

The boy remained silent.

"If you want, I can help you with the formalities." Sun Hang said.

"What procedure?"

"You will have to go through the process of severing the parent-child relationship with your original family. From then on, all your welfare benefits will be enjoyed by you alone... The only problem is that if you die, there will be no one to collect your pension."

"Okay." The boy nodded.

"Tsk... Since you have no feelings for your original family, why did you participate in this training that could lead to your death?" Sun Hang frowned and asked, "Is it to make money and be independent, or to escape from that family? Or is there another reason?"

"Can I ask a question?" the boy suddenly said.

"You ask."

"Does God really exist in this world?"

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Sun Hang narrowed his eyes. "Have you seen anything special?"

"My mother is very superstitious about gods and Buddhas. She enshrines many Bodhisattvas and gods at home. Every time we have a meal, we let the gods and Buddhas eat first. We can only start eating after they have 'enjoyed' the food... But the gods and Buddhas have never blessed us, and our lives have not changed at all... Not only that, during the evacuation, our neighbors, who never prayed to the gods and Buddhas, but their entire family was safe, but my father was hit on the head by a falling piece of cement." The boy narrated in a calm tone.

"Superstition is wrong." Sun Hang laughed, "The religions that people worship are all made up by humans themselves. They are nothing more than spiritual sustenance. You can't expect some fictional gods to provide you with any help, right? In my opinion, traditional religions are not even as good as those cults that believe in weird things. At least the weird things worshiped by cults can really bring power to believers... It's just that the price believers need to pay is relatively 'high'."

The boy looked at Sun Hang and said nothing.

"To put it another way - your mother's so-called prayers, apart from piety, didn't cost anything, right?" Sun Hang said, "The food offered will be eaten after the offerings are completed; the burning incense and candles will eventually turn into wax and ashes... Even if there really are some things that are regarded as gods and Buddhas, they have not gained any benefits from you, so why should they help you? As for the 'power of faith', that's a term from fantasy novels. I don't think ordinary people can make something stronger by believing in it and relying on spiritual power alone - unless this person is an infected person with special abilities."

“But I seemed to see the real God,” said the boy.

"Oh, what does the God you saw look like? Tell me about it." Sun Hang asked with interest.

He guessed that what the boy saw was probably just some strange creature.

But then again, when a certain monster is powerful enough to possess abilities that rival those of the gods in mythology... can it be called a god?
(End of this chapter)