"What are your purposes?" The girl decided not to hesitate anymore. The only thing that was meaningless wasted time wasted wasting only his brother's life.

Lucy shrugged, "It's just a common enemy!"

Then she paced and said, "We are not very clear about your origin, but we have guessed some of it from the desperate posture just now. If it is not necessary, we are not prepared to establish fearless enemies. On the contrary, if it is easy to help them to bring good intentions, what's the point of releasing goodwill? Especially when you are targeting experts like you!"

Lucy said it very directly, putting all the hidden thoughts on the surface. This is not Lucy used to speaking like this, but she just felt that there was no need to worry about these two little guys.

However, all the girl who heard these words could think of was the word "sincerity".

The two of them have seen the warmth and coldness of time since childhood, and have a clear understanding of the human heart and the darkness of society. They have seen hypocrisy that is malice but concealed, shamelessness that is supreme but full of benevolence and morality, and crazy that holds legal weapons but acts unscrupulously. But they have never seen such a straightforward honesty.

Such an answer made her feel good, and the kindness she felt without any desire seemed to bring a tremor to the numb heart.

However, even though he was so moved, he had a brother connection, which made him dare not take any risks. After hesitating for a while, he finally shook his head and refused.

Wang Zheng was not surprised. The protagonist he set up to distrust anyone was one of his personalities that was deeply rooted in his bones. It is impossible to fool him into thinking about a few words. He had experienced the darkness of other people in his teenage years and let her know about it. Blind trust can only accelerate his own death.

Wang Zheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Someone immediately sent a small first aid kit from behind. He placed it gently on the ground. He nodded to Gemini, turned around without saying a word and left.

Lucy smiled and turned around, saying to the girl: "Although there are not many medicines in the first aid kit, they are all high-end products. You should hurry up and bandage him. If that arm is tied like this, the nerves will be completely necrotic in another half an hour!"

Without saying nonsense like "It's safe here!" or "There will be a period of time later!", he turned around and walked away. More than a dozen liquid metal robots on both sides followed him strode.

"Wait!" The girl stared at the small first aid kit for a while, then suddenly stopped, and then two long strings of numbers appeared in her mouth.

"Hmm?" Lucy's eyes flashed, and a questioning expression appeared just right on her face.

"Account password, top confidential account of underground money house, cash flow of perverted rich man Meilin." The girl's eyebrows were lowered, and she looked at the first aid box and met her and stopped talking.

Is this the so-called gratitude? Or is it going to be an equivalent replacement? When facing the girl's performance, Wang Zheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the girl he designed had such a character hidden deep in his heart. Sure enough, after it became a fantasy world, have the subtle adjustments made everywhere?

Money is meaningless to him, but he is quite satisfied with the girl's ability to do this.

Wang Zheng nodded dispensable. A smile appeared on his face, leading his men to strode away.

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Time is relative, but also absolute. No matter how long this night is in people's feelings, it will eventually pass by minute by minute.

The gunshots and screams did not stop overnight. Until dawn, there were still sporadic appearances, ready to grab the tail of the night and complete the last crazy crack.

"Dang, dang. dang..."

With the huge clocks on the church bell tower, seven consecutive roars were heard, proclaiming the end of darkness and the beginning of light.

The bells gradually faded away, and the world seemed to have come alive in an instant, and the bustling noise gradually sounded.

Fire police, traffic police, bailiffs, special police, doctors, and even cleaning staff who cleaned the streets suddenly rushed out, like the purest angels, helping the wounded everywhere.

Each of them had just the right amount of care and friendship on their faces, cursing the perpetrators who had nowhere to go, while giving the wounded the best assistance.

Today's cleaners are the busiest. They not only have to use various tools to deal with all kinds of dead bodies, but also be responsible for burning and disposing of these rotten meat.

Today, they all drove the largest garbage truck, quickly threw the corpses on the ground into the bucket behind, and quickly sprayed a series of chemicals on the ground. The blood on the ground was like snowflakes entering the water, spreading and melting rapidly, and finally emitting a faint smell of disinfectant water flowing into the underground drainage tank.

When the ground returns to its original smoothness and shiny again, they will rush to the next place without stopping.

Following the cleaners are staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau's Census Section and the IRS. With the help of the police's most experienced Jincha, they will determine whether the empty house needs a new owner. Then they will be nationalized and added to the sequence list waiting for auction.

Spock and Uhura were also awakened by the actions outside. They fought for half a month, were injured, overdrawn, lost their companions, and spent the second half of the night in fear. They closed their eyes until the light of the sky came up. They were suddenly awakened, and the blood in their eyes had reached a terrifying density.

It is a bit ironic that the hiding place of the two is much more luxurious than the small villa Kirk used to test with his life. The three-story castle-style building, a unique courtyard, and a gorgeous swimming pool in the front and back yards. Compared with that, it is simply a gap between heaven and earth.

After leaving the hunter's trap last night, the two of them dared not approach anywhere easily. They hid in the grass for two hours. After hearing the screams for two hours, they found a dog hole behind them. It was because of this dog hole that the two discovered a luxurious villa with high-tech power grids, alarms and other defense lines outside, but there was no one inside.

The old detective outside the door led the cleaner to circle around, turned around and headed straight to the next point. The two men in suits who accompanied him rang the doorbell directly.

The owner of this villa may be engaged in electronics-related work, and the defense system is highly automated, which brings a sense of familiarity to Spock and Uhura - after all, they are the best at these things.

After hesitating for a moment, Spock began to open the courtyard door for the man in the suit outside.

It was already dawn and all kinds of policemen were dispatched. Hiding was not the solution. He wanted to see what they were going to say. Even if they didn't get their help, at least they could get more information.

"Hello, sir! We are staff members of the City Hall and the IRS. Now I want to ask you a few more questions. How many minutes can it delay you?" Two men in suits deal with this kind of work all year round. Whether the other party is the owner of the house can guess at just one minute.

Even though Spock and Uhura had already dealt with the originally torn clothes and changed into gorgeous nightgowns, although the two people in front of them were not nervous, they showed their discomfort with the environment intentionally or unintentionally. The bandages faintly exposed in the clothes and the bloodshots in their eyes still exposed key information.

Spock and the others looked at each other and nodded slightly.

The man in the suit smiled and said, "Thank you, so the first question is. Are there any human bodies in your villa? If there are, please leave them to us for cleaning. Of course, according to the law, you do not have to pay any legal liability."

Spock shook his head and sighed in his heart: What's wrong with this world!

"Are you sure? You should know that after 7 o'clock tonight, if the body is found, you will face severe punishment from the law!" The man in the suit was not really the person in charge. After a few words, he asked the next question directly: "Then are your name and this lady?"

Spock was a little surprised. The span of the problem was too large. However, he still talked to the man in the suit one by one, and then couldn't help asking: "What will be done with the corpses on the street?"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about!" The man in the suit shook his head seriously, and without waiting for Spock to ask again, he waved his hand to another man in the suit, and immediately another simple certificate was released.

Spock was a little puzzled, but after taking the document and taking it, he understood it all.

This is a proof of their identity and property ownership. In other words, they have become legal residents of this plane at this moment.

Spock and his girlfriend looked at each other, and both of them felt a little chilled.

These two staff members obviously did not come to clean up the mess, but instead contributed to the fire.

This blatant legalization of the property that the thugs is powerful is simply a disguised reward. Not admitting that there are corpses outside means not admitting any incidents that happened last night. They don’t care about how many people died in the twelve hours of madness and killing, just give the winner a prize and add a fire to this madness that is sought in danger of wealth and prosperity to ensure that they can burn more vigorously at this time next year.

Originally, Spock was still thinking about the question of a sharp decline in population. However, the small document just now had already dispelled his questions. No, it should be said that it gave a very obvious answer.

Black immigration is legalized!

The United States in this world is too beautiful and charming. Its surface is false peace and strict immigration system that is about ten times more serious, making the private black households a hundred times more than everyone else’s.
Chapter completed!