People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 84 Special Customs and Habits

In the vast desert.

A huge tent made of dark red camel hair is tied to the sand dunes.

Gold and stone flowed out of the tent, burning like purgatory.

There are a lot of ice cubes in the tent, refreshing people’s heart and soul.

Hell and heaven are separated by a tent.

And banknote Ability.

Wearing face towels and showing their belly buttons, the exotic maids stand on the sidelines, ready to satisfy any wish of the master here.

“Roar~ cool!” With his neck up, Mike drank the ice soda in one sip.

Drink ice soda in the desert and cool off when you think about it.

There are snowflakes and beef on the table. They are fried with desert-exposed stones until half-done, and supplemented with special seasonings. It really has a special flavor.

It’s just that Mike looks a bit ugly.

Directly fork the whole piece of beef, bite it, chew it, swallow it, eating and broadcasting the posture that makes people salivate and produce appetite.

With a big palm, a section of top-quality beef with thick fingers, Mike has eaten more than a dozen pieces and feels half full.

He is now a camel.

If you eat hard once, you will be hungry for a few days.

Definitely, under normal circumstances, Mike still has three meals a day.

Suddenly…

A bottle of tens of thousands of USD, money may not be able to buy red wine, the treatment is similar to ice soda: cow drink.

Sitting across from Mike was the second prince of a small country in the Middle East. His name was long and awkward, and he couldn’t remember.

I didn’t plan to remember either.

The second prince is a bit ugly, we simply call him “the second ugly son”. (Sauron smiles sarcastically, this is named Ability…)

Er Chouzi was shaking, sweating on his forehead. Behind him were the corpses of two royal bodyguards, with blood and brain splashing all over him.

A certain little king has the supremacy and stores a large amount of oil underground, which is rich in oil. The country is rich, but the people are poor, because all property, including the people, belongs to the royal family.

Excuse me, I’m silent on behalf of the Maoist human rights fighter Miliken?

Answer: Because this is in the interests of Milliken?

For capitalists, human rights have nothing to do with money.

What do you think?

According to the laws of the country, the eldest son inherits the throne, and the second prince inherits a wealth that is enough to squander.

Some people have money and status, and then they don’t have a goal, they will become especially empty.

It’s normal.

But some people use inappropriate methods to fill the void.

For example, this second ugly child, he became a member of the high table organization, and likes to watch videos of killers abusing and killing targets.

“Don’t, don’t… don’t kill me! I have money!”

“Know that you have money. I heard that in your country, you can dig out oil by digging up iron shovel.” Mike gently said: “Don’t be afraid, I also like money. Since I have a common hobby, I should be able to talk about it. What are you talking about? What about the compensation for the personal loss caused by the high table?”

“Good, good!” Er Chouzi wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with his hands.

Usually, he wipes sweat with a silk handkerchief.

And throw it away after wiping.

Er Chouzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Mike took out two crumpled tissues and pushed them in front of Er Chouzi.

The first one lists the killers’ damage to the glass, exterior walls, flowers and plants of the supermarket, totaling about 1,500 USD. The materials don’t cost much, but the labor is expensive. There are also fees for Mike’s use of the Sun-Knife, Possession Card, and so on.

Seeing the figure of less than one hundred thousand USD, Er Chouzi’s mouth twitched, as if cursing.

The price of beef and red wine that just entered Mike’s belly, including transportation from foreign special planes to the country and helicopters to the desert, costs more than 100,000 USD.

Enduring the urge to curse, Er Chouzi looked at the second tissue.

The second one is just a few words: [Mental loss fee: one billion US dollars. 】

Er Chouzi really wanted to curse, so he cursed happily.

Mike sneered: “Why is the amount inappropriate?”

Er Chouzi: “No, no.”

One billion USD is not a small amount for anyone. Anyway, it is not he who does it alone. It is not unacceptable to share it.

Mike: “You can bargain, so…”

“Will this lower the amount?”

“No, there is an excuse to kill you with a shot.”

Er Chou Zi: “(╥﹏╥)”

Mike got up and patted his clothes: “Since you agree, I’ll go and persuade the next one. You won’t regret it, will you?”

Er Chouzi waved his hands again and again: “No! Absolutely not!”

Mike suddenly asked the maid next to him.

It’s weird.

From the time Mike killed Er Chouzi’s bodyguard, these women hardly responded. If it weren’t for the heartbeat and the Roar suckers, Mike thought they were robots.

Mike asked one of them: “Can you speak English?”

The maid turned her head and asked Er Chouzi with her eyes.

Er Chouzi nodded in Mike’s polite smile.

“Yes, I can talk normally.” The maid replied.

“Then why are you so… calm?” Mike asked again, “Aren’t you afraid?”

The maid replied: “After being sent to the palace by our family, we became tools called’personal maids’, not women, or even human beings. The master did not give orders, and as a tool, we had no right to make our own decisions. This is the country’s own. ‘Customs and customs’.”

Roar~

It’s hard to imagine. In this era, there are still such “customs and habits”. Where are the human rights fighters?

Mike asked: “If the owner is dead, the tools will be sacrificed too, right?”

The maid’s tone was terribly calm: “Yes.”

Er Chouzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Feel safe.

However, Mike didn’t look back, and shot Er Chouzi’s head with one shot. The latter couldn’t squint, his eyes full of “why” confusion.

If Mike sympathizes with these maids, it’s not that he shouldn’t be killed.

Mike took out the tissue and added “a bullet” to the compensation list.

“You are not alive at all, are you? It’s better to take a gamble, bet on how much face I have.” Mike took out a business card and put it on the table, “If the king gives me face, you live as human beings. If face is saved If it’s not big enough, then I’m sorry, you will die. However, I promise, I will give him a bullet myself.”

After that, these maids did not respond, just like tools that shut down without the master’s order.

A helicopter is waiting for Mike behind the dunes.

The flightman smiled and asked, “Did the talk go well?”

Mike smiled and said, “Well, very smoothly.”

To succumb to the high table, you must kill the chicken to prevent the monkey. The bones of Er Chouzi are too soft, and it is unqualified as a chicken for the monkey. Mike did not intend to kill him.

It’s just that it can’t be killed, can it.

If a chicken can’t scare the monkey, kill a few more. If it doesn’t work, just uproot the high table directly.

It’s not difficult anyway, it’s just a waste of time.

Until the helicopter disappeared on the horizon, the wood-like maids finally moved, and they threw their bodies toward Mike—this is the highest etiquette in this country, used to worship the king…and the gods.

Mike is very busy, leaving the Middle East, there are still many places to go: Italian Sicily, St. Peter’s Fort in Goros, Hokkaido, the Celestial Guangdong and Hong Kong, the Gentleman’s Kingdom of Edinburgh, Gaul’s Marseilles.

It’s really busier than the President of the United States, but fortunately, with the temptation of one billion USD, I’m going to be a tourist.