"A large carton of milk and three nut chocolate bars. Is there anything else you need, sir?"
The convenience store clerk with some freckles on his face looked up at He Ao.
"Well," He Ao looked away from his reflection on the glass container, glanced at Front Desk, and stopped behind the convenience store clerk, "Bring me that folding knife."
Then he paused and looked at the container next to the cashier, "Get another deck of playing cards."
"Okay sir, the total is 8 Federal Coins. Do you want to pay by card or cash? Do you want a bag?"
The clerk put everything together and looked at He Ao.
"Swipe your card, no need."
He Ao put Bracelet in front of the convenience store's credit card machine and swiped it. After a crisp sound, the convenience store clerk pushed the thing over.
He Ao took apart the folding knife and put it into his pocket along with the playing cards, then tore open the milk carton, drank half of it in front of the convenience store clerk, and then walked out of the convenience store holding a nut chocolate bar.
Nut chocolate bars are high-energy, high-fat foods, while large cartons of milk can help supplement protein. These things can provide He Ao with short-term and rapid energy replenishment in a short period of time.
Even so, this supplement is not enough.
He Ao looked at the glass curtain wall of the convenience store. His current appearance was reflected on the curtain wall. He was a young man who looked gentle, weak, and somewhat sickly.
Joey's appearance itself is relatively childish, and coupled with this weak appearance, it does not look intimidating at all.
At this time, Bracelet of He Ao vibrated, which was the deduction reminder sent by Norde Bank.
The death compensation compensated by the factory is 300,000 yuan per person and 600,000 yuan for the parents.
Of the 600,000 Federal Coins, after paying off all the housing loans, as well as various consumer loans and Credit Card debts from my parents, there is still about 50,000 Credit Card left.
Of the 50,000 yuan, about 15,000 yuan was spent on cemetery and funeral expenses, leaving only 35,000 yuan.
Joey itself does not have any deposit.
In other words, He Ao now has only thirty-five thousand dollars in his body that originally belonged to Joey.
He Ao stuffed all the chocolate nut bars into his mouth, drank all the milk, threw the garbage into the trash can at the door of the convenience store, and walked deeper into the street.
This is the place where Aston District and Kewees District meet. The gang member agreed to meet "Joey". The reason why the other party chose this place is because in the chaotic Aston District, nothing is strange.
He Ao also likes this place.
Just five or six hundred meters away, a silver knife stretched out from the alley next to it and stopped in front of He Ao, "Boy, do you have enough money?"
"I don't have that much money."
He Ao looked up at the source of the sound, and a man wearing a leopard-print jacket, Mohawk Head and big silver earrings appeared in his sight.
"No? Your parents died and you lost so much money. You told me no?"
The man sneered and slowly walked out of the alley, "Now that you're here, you have to leave something behind, right? Either money or life, you choose one."
He raised the silver knife and slapped He Ao on the cheek with the blade of the knife. "You look like such a pretty boy. You can make a lot of money by selling them to Cowherd's shop."
Hyper-memory, start.
The moment he slapped He Ao with his knife, He Ao grabbed his wrist, squeezed hard, blocking his movement, and then hit his lower abdomen with a knee.
The man's face froze, and he was knocked out, fell against the wall, and bounced back again, rolling on the ground with a painful expression on his face.
The silver knife in his hand remained in He Ao's hand.
He Ao closed Hyper-memory and walked weakly to the man, "Tell me, who told you my information."
He Ao's parents' death is known to the consortium, neighbors, and workers who work together in the factory.
But these people do not include gang members from far away Aston District.
They have to have a source of information.
"I, I don't know..."
The man looked painful and covered his abdomen.
"Either speak or die," He Ao looked at him calmly, "You choose one."
The man stopped with difficulty and glanced at He Ao tremblingly.
He didn't understand how this student who had been weak and easy to bully in the morning turned into such a murderous demon in the afternoon.
He shrank his head, "I don't know either, our boss asked me to come to you."
"Take me to your boss."
He Ao glanced at him and briefly activated Hyper-memory. With a flick of his hand, the knife flew out and grazed the man's cheek and stabbed into the cement floor.
Feeling the cold blade close to his cheek, the man shuddered, endured the severe pain, and climbed up tremblingly,
"I'll take you there, I'll take you there."
——
As the night gradually grew darker, He Ao played with the knife and followed the man through the increasingly deserted streets.
He opened Personal Attribute Panel
[He Ao (Joey)]
[Permission Level: Normal Player]
[Physical Quality: 105(8)]
[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Hyper-memory (soul binding) (D-Rank), Basic Firearms Proficiency (soul part)]
[Mechanical Modification: None]
[Martial arts: Essence Refining Qi Transformation (D-Rank) (not available)]
[Character Skill: None]
Joey is an ordinary person.
He doesn't have a strong talent for firearms, he doesn't have years of hard training in martial arts, and he doesn't have a father with many secrets.
He didn't even have any relatives to rely on. His only support was his parents who died in an accident.
He was alone, weak and humble.
When faced with a desperate situation, he could not find any chance to resist.
He Ao closed the properties panel and found the Mohawk Head man in front of him holding his neck and slowly speeding up his pace.
Then he raised his head and glanced ahead. It was a silent street, with only a bright light hanging at the front of the street swaying slightly.
The dark night was deep and silent, like an all-devouring beast.
He Ao paused in his steps and stepped back slightly.
"Brothers, shoot and kill this bastard!"
The Mohawk Head man who was running in front suddenly rushed forward. At the same time, heavily armed men rushed out of the night, and bullets like a sudden rain poured down behind the Mohawk Head man.
The torrential rain of bullets poured down for dozens of seconds, and everyone was pulling the trigger with their eyes closed, trying to beat the person who dared to challenge their majesty into a sieve.
In fact, as early as when the Mohawk Head man was captured by He Ao and walked this way, an informant saw them from a distance.
They had already laid a trap here, waiting to give He Ao a "surprise". When the Mohawk Head man saw this scene, he understood the gang's intention and concentrated on acting to trick He Ao into coming.
When the smoke from the bullets dissipated, everyone looked forward, only to see empty streets without any human beings.
He Ao leaned against the wall of the alley and took a calm breath.
Decades ago, when Regit was still in a gang, this gang used this method. Now decades have passed, don't these people know about technological innovation?
He slowly picked up the knife he snatched from Mohawk Head, stretched out his hand and threw it.
Bang——
The only light bulb on the street was shattered.
The whole street fell into silent night in an instant.
"Turn on the lights... Turn on the lights... Hiccup..."
Someone shouted in the dark night, and then his voice suddenly stopped and turned into a choking sound of some kind of warm liquid flowing into the trachea.