touchnovel Chapter 146: A World Full Of Poor People
Chapter 146: A World Full Of Poor People
It started to rain lightly at some point, and Huabo walked into this huge garbage dump with an expressionless face.
The rain washes away the waste from all over the city, emitting a disgusting smell.
But for Killer Smoothbore, this stench that would put ordinary people back would not stop him at all.
He held the pocket revolver tightly in his hand and slowly moved towards the target step by step.
Without the blue light beam as a backdrop, this time Huobong could clearly see the homeless girl's appearance.
"Sure enough, you are not Guo...
His voice was inexplicably sad, but there seemed to be a hint of relief.
The wandering girl heard his voice and raised her head without knowing why. What she saw was an exquisitely carved revolver.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of gunshots and thunder did not make anyone aware of the "execution" taking place here.
The bright red blood mixed with the rainwater, and hit the floor with the girl's body.
Huabo put away the revolver, stayed there for a long time with an expression on his face, and then turned around and left.
He didn't go far before he stopped.
At the door of the hut in front of him, a ragged young man seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
The young man looked at the smooth body soaked by the rain and laughed loudly.
"Haha, you're here.
"You knew I was coming?"
"Of course, I have already seen through the true colors of those guys."
With that said, the young man opened the door of the hut and invited Hua Tong to come in as a guest.
Huatong did not dislike the dirty environment and followed the young man in.
"Why don't you want their money?" Hua Tong asked.
"It's cool. So many rich people are begging me for their own purposes. After receiving the money, they won't beg me anymore." The young man smiled wantonly.
Huatong also laughed: "Yeah, it's really fun."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and fired the revolver three times quickly. The smell of burnt gunpowder and blood quickly filled the air.
The young man heading towards death seemed to have already been prepared for this. There was a sarcastic smile on his lips, his eyes were staring at the smooth barrel playfully, and he even raised an obvious middle finger on his hand.
Soon, the young man's eyes gradually lost focus, and his raised fingers also dropped.
After confirming the target's death, Smoothbore suddenly became slightly alert.
He turned around quickly and found another man appearing at the door of the hut.
What appeared in front of him was none other than the last target in the photo - a wandering painter.
"You killed them?" the painter asked.
"Um."
"Me next?"
"Um."
"That's not bad.
Huatong was silent for a moment, and then repeated the question he asked the young man before.
"Why don't you want their money?"
"Because my paintings all describe poverty and death. If I become a rich man, then my art will be dead." The painter said softly.
Smoothbore is speechless.
The two were silently confronting each other for a moment, and then the painter spoke again to break the silence.
"Avenge them."
The painter pointed to the body of the young man in the room.
"Okay, your paintings are enough to pay for it."
Huatong nodded solemnly and said seriously.
Then, he raised his revolver and fired the last bullet at his last target.
The audience was silent, not because of the cruelty of the smoothbore, but out of respect for the young man and the painter.
"It's such a pity that they died like this!"
"Yeah, what a shame."
"Although those rich people are doing it for their own selfish desires, in terms of results, they are indeed seeking the welfare of all mankind, so they have done nothing wrong."
"But these people who refuse money from the rich believe that dignity is more important than money, and they have done nothing wrong. So who is wrong?"
"I don't know, how would I know?"
"Well, maybe this is the evil nature of human beings. Just like the killer said, if human beings were not divided into rich and poor, such a tragedy would not happen!"
"Oh, it's obviously the alien civilization's fault. How could such a tragedy have happened if they hadn't forced it?"
"Wrong! If you look at the second target that the killer killed, you should understand that the conflict between these low-level people and the powerful people has become too great to mediate. Even if there is no extraterrestrial civilization to intervene, sooner or later they will break out into more intense conflicts. !”
"Forget it, stop arguing. No matter how much you argue, it can't change the tragedy that has happened in another world."
Having successfully completed his mission, Smooth Bore refilled the revolver with bullets, then turned around and left.
"You didn't have to do this."
Suddenly, a voice in Mandarin that sounded like a news broadcast came from behind him.
Out of the pillar of light that illuminated half of the sky came a being that was not much different from a human being.
"..." It seems that there is really no need for that. "
Huabo seemed to understand something and put away the pistol with a wry smile.
"You are already on the ground. This mission has no effect at all."
"Yes." The alien who emerged from the light beam nodded.
"Are there also poor and rich people there?"
Hua Bo asked unconsciously as he recalled his mission.
"Of course, I am a poor man." The alien "brother" replied, "Not only me, but also the 500,000 people in the first advance team who have come to the earth now and the billion residents who will come in a few years. Including the billions of people who died on interstellar flights, all of whom were poor. "
The alien "brother"'s answer made Huabo's expression stagnant, and the audience's brains also stopped for a moment because of the alien being's words.
"What the hell is this? There are two billion poor people in total? And the poor people are allowed to colonize (Qian Zhao's) people?"
"Poor people have more motivation to colonize. Maybe they can become rich in one battle!"
"But it doesn't have to be all poor people. At least some elites need to be managed, right?"
The speaker's doubts are also the confusion in Huatong's heart.
He couldn't help but ask: "How many people are there in your planet?"
"Two billion people." The answer given by my brother shocked everyone.
"I'm a little confused. What the hell is going on? He said that there are two billion people on his planet, and he also said that the one billion residents who are coming and the one billion residents who will die are all poor. Doesn't that mean that they Everyone on the planet is poor?!"
“I really can’t imagine how a civilization with poor people all over the planet could develop to an interstellar level.
"Maybe their poverty and our poverty don't mean the same thing at all?"
With countless confusions in their hearts, they continued to read. .