Squeeze to death!

Workers go to work at seven o'clock every morning and work until twenty-three o'clock in the evening.

During this period, only three meals are served.

Noon, afternoon, and after work.

Nutrient block, convenient and fast.

Everyone is given a few pieces and thrown into their mouths without any delay in production, which is quite popular among factory owners.

Worker?

Haha, it’s good to have a full stomach. Don’t think about things that will never happen. He grabbed another big load and put it into his mouth.

A total of two mouthfuls, Tang En had saved countless meals to store the nutritious chunks in his palm-sized pocket, and swallowed them all.

From the time he got into the tent, found the food and swallowed it, it took him fifteen seconds to survive.

You have to walk quickly, who knows if you might run into some people if you go slower.

As a result, as soon as he opened the curtain a crack, he found that he had been lucky.

From the gap, you can clearly see three strong men slowly approaching.

Gan.

There is a vivid scorpion tattooed on the back of the hands of the three of them.

Gangsters!

[Yes, that’s right, it was indeed Li who I covered to death with my own hands. I can’t help it, today is the day to collect the bill]

Suddenly, he remembered Tang En's words.

Bill collector!!

The gangs in this neighborhood have no fixed names, and the boss is called Scorpion. Of course, just because they don't have names doesn't mean that no one secretly names them.

The Scorpion Gang!

The poor people in the neighborhood were born from the combination of the nickname of the gang leader and the vicious methods of the members.

As long as He Zhao is ten seconds late or ten seconds early, he can avoid three heavy-backed bill collectors.

What a coincidence. His mother opened the door for coincidence—coincidence has arrived!

He quickly lowered the curtain, turned around and glanced around, his face full of passion. It was such a big place, not to mention hiding a big living person, even a dog would be difficult to hide.

His mind was racing, and he subconsciously moved his steps to the side of the curtain. At the same time, he raised the sharp iron piece in his right hand to the level of his head.

In just one second, he made a series of actions that made him dumbfounded.

When did his sneak attack skills become so perfect? ​​It was an instinct ingrained into his bones.

When the three bill collectors approached the tent, their conversation reached the ears of the people who were waiting in ambush.

"Dis, Neil, how many people do we have left?"

"Boss Bai, Don Chris is the last one. After collecting his account, we will definitely be able to drive back to the bar before dark."

"You mean that car with four wheels? I really can't imagine how backward a planet must be to be able to produce a car with wheels."

Dis's answer aroused Neil's dissatisfaction.

"Be content. It's your first time to participate in debt collection, and you can join Boss Bai's staff. If it were someone else, you wouldn't even have a four-wheeled car. Want a hover car? Yes, wait until you become the boss of the gang.

, it’s natural to own one.”

"Okay, you're right." Neil thought about it and realized that his companion was right. At least he didn't have to walk. Compared with other bill collectors, their treatment was obviously very good.

"Don't look down on four-wheelers. That thing can run for a long time with one hundred stars. I've been driving it for three years without any problems. And the most important thing is that it can block bullets from firearms." Boss Bai sighed with emotion.

A few years ago, on his way back to the gang after collecting his debts, he was ambushed by a hostile gang. If it weren't for the backward four-wheeled car, he would have been beaten into pieces. "The officers of Death Row Star are really fucking talented. For the price of a laser rifle

, sell us shabby gunpowder weapons produced by our backward planet, and they are equipped with real laser rifles."

Neil continued to complain and casually pulled out a gunpowder pistol from his waist, which was quite backward for the interstellar era.

"You damn laser rifle. Do you think you can do something big with just one laser rifle? I'm just kidding. I'll give you a hundred laser rifles. They can't even penetrate the energy shields of the small spaceships they usually fly."

In the interstellar age, who is still playing with firearms with you?

They are driving spaceships and battleships!

That thing can destroy a planet with one shot.

The three of them talked and walked to the dilapidated tent.

"Twain, it's time to give an account..." Diss took the lead, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and shouted, "Ugh..."

Unexpectedly, what hit his face was an extremely pungent smell that made him vomit.

"?"

The two people behind had question marks on their faces when they saw this.

"vomit--"

"Twain, I...vomit..."

Neil looked at his companion who was constantly retching, and couldn't help but rub his scalp with the gun in his right hand, and stepped forward to push Dis away.

"I'm coming!"

He didn't believe in evil. What could be inside that could stimulate people to such an extent? Then, he opened the tent curtain with the barrel of a pistol with one hand.

Oops!

"Ahem——"

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Chapter completed!