Life Copy Game

"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 withdrew his gaze from his reflection on the glass shelf, glanced at the front desk, and stopped behind the convenience store clerk, "Bring me one of those folding knives."

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 gathered everything together and looked at He Ao.

"Swipe your card, no need."

He Ao put his 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 disassembled 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, and large cartons of milk can help supplement protein. These things can quickly replenish energy 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, a young man who looked gentle, weak, and somewhat sickly.

Joey's appearance itself is relatively childish, and coupled with his frail appearance, he doesn't look intimidating at all.

At this time, He Ao's bracelet vibrated, which was a deduction reminder from Nord 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 dollars, after paying off all the housing loans, as well as various consumer loans and credit card debts of my parents, there is still about 50,000 left.

Of the 50,000 yuan, about 15,000 yuan was spent on cemetery and funeral expenses, leaving only 35,000 yuan.

Joey himself has no savings.

In other words, He Ao now only has 35,000 yuan 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 junction of Aston District and Kwes District. The gang member agreed to meet 'Joy'. The reason why the other party chose this place is because in the chaotic Aston District, what happened Nothing is bizarre.

Ho Ao also likes this place.

Just after walking five or six hundred meters, 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, comb hair and large silver earrings appeared in his sight.

"No? Your parents died and you lost so much money. You told me no?"

The man sneered and walked slowly 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's cheek with the blade of the knife. "You look so pretty. You can make a lot of money by selling it to Cowherd's shop."

Super memory, activated.

The moment he hit He Ao with his knife, He Ao directly grabbed his wrist, squeezed hard, blocking his movement, and then kneed him in the abdomen.

The man's face froze, and he was knocked away, 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 turned off his super memory and walked weakly to the man, "Tell me, who told you my information."

The consortium knew about the death of He Ao's parents, the neighbors knew about it, and the workers who worked together in the factory knew about it.

But these people did not include gang members from as far away as Aston.

They have to have a source of information.

"I, I don't know..."

The man looked painful and covered his abdomen.

"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 his super memory. With a flick of his hand, the knife in his hand flew out, 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 the personal properties panel

【Heao (Joy)】

[Permission Level: Ordinary Player]

[Physical fitness: 105 (8)]

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (Level D), Basic Firearms Proficiency (Soul Part)]

[Mechanical modification: none]

[Martial Arts: Refining Qi (Level D) (Cannot be used)]

[Character skills: 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 attribute panel and found that the cockscomb-headed man in front of him was 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 and backed away slightly.

"Brothers, shoot and kill this bastard!"

The man with the cockscomb head who was running in front rushed forward. At the same time, heavily armed men rushed out of the night, and bullets poured like a storm behind the man with the cockscomb head.

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 cockscomb-headed man was captured by He Ao and walked this way, an informant saw them from a distance.

They had already set up a trap here, waiting to give He Ao a 'surprise'. When the man with the crested head 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 was the way the gang used it. Now decades have passed, don’t these people know about technological innovation?

He slowly picked up the knife he snatched from Cockcomb Head, stretched out his hand and threw it.

boom--

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.