ecstasy

It is said that Asia-Europe Post has had a conflict with other companies in recent days. Most of the staff in the branch are busy preparing for the conflict, and even the monitoring specifications have been reduced.

The fat man continued to write and draw on the monitoring station while biting a taro cake.

[Plastic Immortal] is a calm target and rarely moves: especially at noon; except for slapping his face a few times in his dreams and instinctively shooing away mosquitoes, there is basically no activity.

The observers could just count how many mosquitoes were killed by the wrinkles on the old man's face, which made them feel relaxed.

But something almost went wrong that morning: [Plastic Immortal] ran to the narrow alley next to Mong Cai No. 5 Middle School, and the fat and thin duo lost him - the road there was crowded with vehicles taking their children to school, causing the van to be stuck at the intersection.

Fortunately, the guy with the crew cut had just gotten off the car in the middle of the road and the old man came out staggeringly; so the matter was not a problem.

Finally, the [Plastic Immortal] moved along the sidewalk all the way to Pingyu District and found a place to sleep—finally, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. All the superiors wanted was for them to record the target's daily movements and report their location at any time.

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The crew cut ate a spoonful of taro paste, frowned, and stuffed it back into the plastic bag. He glared at the fat man who was still writing tirelessly:

"At least keep a closer eye on the target, huh? You've been playing that logistics network game of yours forever. Be careful or I'll report you."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, his voice clear as he scribbled something with a taro cake in his mouth.

"Sorry, there's a regional guild war going on soon; I need to prepare character cards."

The so-called [logistics network game]: or [asynchronous large-scale role-playing game], is indeed an extremely popular entertainment project; most of the time it only requires paper, pen and people.

Each week, players from each region form their own groups, play games under the guidance of an official host, and record the results. The results are then aggregated to the operations headquarters to calculate the impact on the entire game world.

Next week, we will send new major events, modules, tasks and results to various official game stores to continue the next round of games.

Today in 1996, this kind of tabletop game that relies on paper, pen, and human imagination is still in its golden age:

In fact, because of the existence of the logistics pipeline network, they have a greater advantage in sociality, and there are always people who are more addicted to video games.

"The company is about to go to war, and you're still so carefree. Haha, you really are a big shot."

The more the buzz cut guy looked at the other person, the more annoyed he became. He climbed directly to the front row, sat in the driver's seat, and turned off the car's air conditioning:

"Why turn on the air conditioner? The cold air escapes through the observation port. And when it runs out of power, I have to replace the battery."

The van was not started - the rumbling sound of the engine might attract the target's attention; the air conditioning was powered entirely by the battery next to the monitoring station.

There was embarrassed laughter from behind, but no one blamed the guy with the crew cut for his revenge.

-

The crew cut sighed and put on his suit again; even though the car would only get hotter and hotter—

Tuk Tuk:

Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window with his knuckles, making a muffled sound.

The buzz cut guy shuddered in shock and immediately turned his head away:

Through the sunscreen, the thin man saw a guy wearing a fisherman's hat and a tight security uniform; it gave off a weird sense of disharmony.

He had dark skin, a short build but strong muscles - his security shirt was so full that the short sleeves were not wrinkled at all.

Wearing sunglasses, with a warm smile on his face:

"Hey bro! Is this your car?"

"What's this car doing here? I'm the security guard at the complex over there. An elderly woman suspects you're selling pornographic discs here, and it's a bad influence on the children—is that right?"

"Oh, the old man is very suspicious. I just came to ask. It's not easy for us foreigners to find jobs. The owner can't stand a few complaints."

"Do you have any pornographic videos? You can't just sell that kind of stuff."

This "security guard" spoke good Chinese, but his face didn't look like he was from here. His nose was blunt and round, with wings as wide as a truck's nose, and his curly hair fell through the gaps in his bucket hat.

Some people from Thailand, Indonesia or other Southeast Asian countries came to Jiaozhi Autonomous Prefecture to settle down.

It wasn't strange that the other person had such an exotic face - in fact, this unconcealed frankness made him even more persuasive.

"Oh, no, no; we don't do anything illegal. It's just too hot, so we'll take our time in the car. Please wait, we'll be leaving soon."

The buzz cut guy quickly smiled back, but didn't roll down the window:

"Excuse me, excuse me. Do you smoke? Come on, have one."

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he opened the glove box on the passenger side, as if to take out a cigarette from it to share -

Click:

With his body just halfway leaning forward, the guy with the crew cut suddenly pulled down the backrest adjustment lever next to the seat.

吭当

As his back and thighs exerted force, the guy with the crew cut and the entire backrest fell backward; a miniature pistol popped out from the sleeve of his suit in his right hand and was grasped in his palm.

The angle of the backrest is just enough to avoid bullets that may be shot through the car window--

boom!Boom!

The guy with the crew cut raised his gun without hesitation and fired at the car window and the guy who called himself a "security guard" behind him.

Ping-clang, ping-clang: broken glass flew everywhere, covering the thin man like dandruff.

My buddy's buddy's classmate's brother-in-law suddenly said that he has entered the music industry in recent years - he seems to be singing rap songs. My buddy has received money and may go to shoot his music video in a few days; if there is no update suddenly, it means that my buddy fainted during the filming.

Chapter 122 Expecting Childbirth

A heat wave surged in; the thick smell of gasoline and sweat lingered in the car, and even breathing felt like choking on medicated oil.

Sizzle:

The guy with the crew cut reached into his arms with his left hand, pulled out his service gun from the holster under his armpit, released the safety, and aimed at the shattered car window.

He also didn't know whether his bullet hit the [security guard] or not.

The crew cut guy loosened his right hand, letting the pocket pistol slide back into his sleeve.

He lay on his back, started the car, pressed the clutch hard, engaged reverse gear, and slammed the accelerator:

The buzz cut guy was in reverse gear. Now he was lying almost flat on his back, with the dashboard blocking most of his view, so he couldn't observe the traffic in front of him at all.

This is Pingyu District, near the outskirts of the city. Dump trucks often roar past on the road ahead, making blind driving and turning left or right extremely dangerous.

Behind it was an old locked iron gate; the gate was rusted and the awning was badly rotten. As long as you stepped on the accelerator hard enough, you could break it open.

Buzz--Clang--

The Toyota Hiace started up with a roar, and the rear end of the car knocked over garbage bags, rotten vegetable leaves and old newspapers, which flew all over the sky; then it broke through the rusty iron fence of the community and the plastic awning that was worn by the sun.

The plastic awning in the community was cut open like a water curtain, and the sound of the shattering was like a stretched tape, sharp and distorted.

At this moment, a strange "clacking" sound came from the back seat of the car. The sound of paper being torn into pieces and swallowing was mixed with violent gasps, and there was a series of "ho ho" sounds as if something was stuck in the throat.

The rearview mirror couldn't be seen from this angle, but the guy with the crew cut knew that the fat man was tearing up his so-called "character cards" and stuffing all the pieces of paper into his mouth.

The crew cut guy controlled the steering wheel and roared towards the back seat:

"Fatty! Hurry up and give birth—there's something wrong with that foreign security guard!"

Cough, cough, cough

The obese man finally finished swallowing and said while coughing:

"--Due date. Um, it's at least three minutes away. You have to delay it as much as possible."

The guy with the crew cut pulled himself up from the backrest with an effort, and through the torn cardboard and plastic bags on the windshield, he tried to look for the security guard in the alley - nothing.

He frowned, the veins in his neck throbbed, and glanced around while reversing at high speed.

"Three minutes?!" the crew cut boy growled, "Screw your mother, the fight was over in three minutes!"

Before he finished speaking——

Bang!

The roof of the car shook violently, with a dull sound like thunder.

Without any hesitation, the guy with the crew cut raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger towards the roof of the car as if by reflex.

boom! boom! boom!

The bullet gouged several holes in the steel, each one letting in the sunlight, blindingly bright. But still, there was no wailing, no screaming, and no blood dripping.

"Where are the others?!"

The guy with the crew cut glanced up and stared at the broken roof; he gritted his teeth and slammed on the brakes.

呲!

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound and leaving a black mark; the Hiace van shook to the ground, and the rear wheels left the ground -

Even after the sudden braking, no one fell off the roof.

The next moment:

Ping!

A foot passed through the front window of the car, smashing the glass shards into the head of the crew cut boy.

He let go of the steering wheel and blocked the sudden attack with his arms outstretched; his forearm felt as if it had been broken.

But then, a dark and strong arm stretched out from the side window; it grabbed the crew cut guy's pistol, turned it over and used it as a hammer, and hit him hard in the face.

Blood mixed with mucus and saliva flew out, and the guy with the crew cut's eyes went black, as if his head was hit by a hammer; half of his cheek lost sensation in an instant, leaving only his ears buzzing.

He finally understood: it turned out that the [security guard] had been hanging outside the driver's door the whole time!

Click——

He felt a hard touch on the side of his head; the gun was pressed against his temple.

The [security guard] didn't climb into the car. He simply hooked his toes on the roof, curled up, and hung upside down, his entire body hanging out of the window. The pistol he had taken was pressed firmly against the buzzcut's head.

He looked around but didn't move at all; his voice was gentle and lazy:

"Don't leave so quickly. The Eurasian Postal Service's field duo—right? So, which of you two has superpowers?"

-

Eh ho eh ho eh ho

A strange panting sound echoed from the back of the car, the sound was sharp and more outgoing than incoming.

The obese man's face was full of pain, his double chin was trembling, and his facial features were squeezed together.

His shirttail was tucked into his pants, his belly hanging down, even covering his belt—

But now, the shirt was stretched tighter, and the bulge was odd. Something was becoming bulging, sticking out.

The bulge vaguely outlined the outline of a human face, which was creepy:

A wide-open mouth, a round head, a high nose bridge; no hollows where the eye sockets should be—the shirt wrapped tightly around the face like a rubber hood, without a tear, not even a button moved.

The shirt was clearly transparent due to sweat, but only its shape was visible, and no details were visible.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two hands with distinct fingers stretched out from the inside of the shirt, trying to tear it open; but they couldn't.

There seemed to be some strange humanoid object trapped in this white shirt—

The obese man was like a pregnant woman about to give birth, breathing rhythmically; his forehead was covered with greasy sweat, and his belly was bulging.

With his hands supporting his waist, he half-lay among the collapsed equipment—

The foreign object in his shirt had its mouth wide open, seemingly roaring silently.

"Shh, shh. Got it." The [security guard] put his index finger to his lips and said softly, "It seems the plump gentleman has gone crazy."

He gently patted the crew cut's tense shoulders with the back of his hand, still upside down like a bat:

"Don't worry, I charge for killing people. Killing for free? I don't have that option today, so just sit still for now."

Sometimes living is worse than death. Most people know this, no one needs to teach them.

Pooh!

The guy with a crew cut spat a mouthful of blood at the co-pilot, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and raised his hands upwards in a gesture of surrender.

There was still resentment on his face, but there was no anger left in his words:

"I'm convinced, don't do anything."