Chapter 230 Friendly Trade
Block N52.
13:08:52.
Pandora's convertible was parked at the entrance of an alley.
Right there, a dozen or so men squatting at the intersection, smoking cheap cigarettes, were discussing which drug dealer to pick up some high-end stuff for their amusement that night. Hearing the sound of brakes, they all turned to look – behind this group were more than a dozen modified mountain bikes, each man wearing an outrageously large number of studded jackets, his face adorned with various tattoos, nails, and lip rings. Just like those biker gangs from the last century, only their physiques weren't as impressive; they were all skinny like premature babies, and looked incredibly stupid.
"Holy shit?"
"What a fucking hot chick."
"Hey beautiful, if it's alright, can I fuck you?"
He Yu lay back in the back seat, eyes closed, not caring what these idiots might do; at most, they'd spout some trash talk. Even if Li Lin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it didn't matter; he could just beat the moron up and make him go back to Eoubs to reflect on his life.
Pandora clenched her fist, released it, and clenched it again. A burning desire enveloped her... She really hated this bastard who was always talking about sleeping with someone else. Fuck him, did he have to make her do this kind of thing?
She pulled up the gang information she found on her terminal—tattooed face, studded jacket, modified motorcycle—the criteria matched perfectly; it was definitely a well-known faction in the N52 district. Even though they were all trash, what's that saying again? Quantity leads to quality? If there are enough rotten apples, no matter how delicious the porridge is, it will all be thrown away.
Pandora watched expressionlessly as they made some very lewd gestures towards her, clearly thinking quickly. Then she improvised her plan, quickly flashing a gentle smile at the group and responding with a cooperative gesture—as practiced as when she was discussing how to blow up Lilith's castle in Jerusalem.
She jumped out of the car with an incredibly bright smile and enthusiasm.
"Good afternoon, handsome guys."
"I'm here to collect protection money."
"100 US dollars per person, please hurry up, we're in a rush to get to our next destination."
The tattooed man who was leading the group looked at the others, then slowly turned his head away, his face contorted like a bitter gourd.
"Damn... how come he's a lunatic?"
"Have you been driven mad? Which crazy woman from the red-light district did you come from? Ever heard of the Tattoo Gang?"
"I think your brain is full of shrewdness too, hahaha!"
He said this.
Pandora immediately turned around, with an expression that said, "Look, they've already insulted me like this, so I have no say in what I do next"—she was doing it on purpose, of course, and was quite certain that He Yu would indulge her.
She was right.
Something from He Yu's past personality flashed by, vaguely appearing in his eyes.
"Just leave a few alive; we still need to distribute the weapons."
The dozen or so members of the tattoo gang were all dumbfounded.
“Crazy…”
"Go and drag that idiot sitting in the car out and beat him half to death."
"I'll let this bitch have her fun first."
"Do these two scoundrels think this is an orderly area governed by the gospel of heaven?"
The leader waved his hand, signaling his underlings to deal with He Yu first, and at the same time unbuckled his belt.
"Baby, I'll show you what it feels like to be fucked by a train."
"You will love directly..."
He was about to say something else, but he couldn't finish his sentence.
Because Pandora is too fast.
No one could react in time; the moment she disappeared, the needle-sword in her hand had already slashed his carotid artery.
The blow was incredibly powerful and incredibly fast; it practically severed the man's entire head, killing him instantly.
In that less than a second, she stared intently into the eyes of the leader—who finally realized he was about to die, his face contorted with terror and disbelief. Pandora laughed again, blood splattered all over her face, but she laughed with such glee and schadenfreude.
It's a real shame that he can no longer wear that smug, masterful expression, nor can he use that lump of rotten flesh to do anything anymore.
That period of my self-satisfied life is now forever frozen in this moment of pain.
To those around them, all they saw was something pass by and then blink – someone suddenly died, their head severed, their body kneeling on the ground without dignity, blood still gushing from the wound.
While he was still in a daze, Pandora appeared behind another person, raised her hand to grab his neck, and then twisted it forcefully.
She thought, "Why don't I kill a few more?"
He Yu finally opened his eyes. He got out of the car, looked at the tattoo gang members who were in a daze, and then looked at Pandora.
"Let's leave four people. Four people can share four guns. After we've covered these gangs, we should have all of Heaven's Gospel's internal weapons."
With a wave of his hand, he tightened the line hidden throughout the alleyway.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Like a bizarre two-dimensional cutting scene, the bodies of several gang members turned into hundreds of pieces of minced meat in the blink of an eye, with blood raining down in the air and instantly soaking the ground.
"Okay, as agreed beforehand."
"$100 per person."
"Cash or online banking payment is acceptable."
Before He Yu could say anything more, the four people who had narrowly escaped death scrambled to his feet and, like his mother worshipping her ancestors, took out all their valuables and even kowtowed, as if afraid that the two men would refuse to accept them.
Pandora did a quick count and found that this group of people were actually pretty damn rich. Not to mention $100 each, they could probably pull out a zero on the spot.
She tossed the money into the convertible, then magically pulled out four clumps of data from her terminal—to onlookers, these flowing data codes seemed to emerge directly from under her skin—which then transformed into four heavy machine guns that, just by looking at them, were capable of sending someone to heaven, and two boxes of ammunition.
Just as the four were wondering if they were going to die under this thing, Pandora threw them at them one by one.
"Here, we've taken your protection money, this is our return gift."
“Your N52 district also has its own arms dealers, right? Whether you want to give this stuff to those people is your business. Anyway, although our store has a small quantity, everything we offer is top-notch.”
As she spoke, she took out several freshly made business cards from her pocket and scattered them over as well.
"If you like the product, remember to contact us!"
After saying that, Pandora and He Yu returned to the car and left the scene.
Only four idiots, still in a daze, were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
They stared in disbelief at the grotesque weapons and magazines before them... feeling like they were dreaming.
a long time--
"Hey... tell the boss about this."
"Two plagues have arrived in Zone N52."
"But this weapon... seems to be real?"
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