Chapter 1108 Prequel to the Robbers

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What a gentle and kind smile on his face.

"Snapped".

The moment the door was closed, the smile first became whiter than the poor man's pants, and after a second of earth time, let alone a gentle and friendly smile, even a mentally retarded man could see that there was a smile on this man's face: "Don't mess with me!" "I", "I'm in a bad mood", "There's nothing to love", "If I can, I would like to... murder and rob."

...Anyway, just don't mess with him, because he is a little devil, a little devil with a strange personality.

Even if they are not little devils, normal people in the perverted country will become...

A real pervert.

From the fiery brains flowing in a prematurely balding skull to the meager sperm in the world-famous crotch caterpillar - all are infected with abnormal cells.

"very hungry."

Thirty-two-year-old Xiaoye sat on the floor as soon as he entered the door, and his posture was quite... exquisite. If there is no pair of black cotton socks with all toes exposed, it will deeply damage the "elegance" that Mr. Devils and ladies pursue all their lives.

The second action came out - described by a young man of literature and art, his eyes must be shining, and he was saying "the wail of a desperate beast!"

It's such an empathetic description.

Because literary youth, referred to as Wenqing, who hasn't had such a time?

Growing up in a mediocre and mentally handicapped world since childhood, he has great ambitions... Aiming for supremacy;

In the first half of his life, he despised the pitiful plagiarist, the supreme scum of the literary world.

It can go through countless long nights and late nights when brain cells are exterminated one after another. Only then did I realize in vain: If plagiarism could be successful... I would have already fucking done it!

Already fucking did it!

But the reality is so cruel: the predecessors have done this kind of thing very badly, there is no way to survive, no, there is no way to become famous. So no matter how much you plagiarize, it is impossible to realize your dream and fool him with 11 million monkeys.

This kind of mourning really has the charm of art. But in reality, no one would care how desperate Ono was.

Because no one would care about a mere 1.59 meters tall. The same guy who measured his height in the morning, or when he measured his height a few years ago when he was in "Zhengmai".

Because no one would care that a mere 47 kg weighs and has lost a lot of weight recently. Falling from the safety line of 50 kilograms, the precious three kilograms have been reduced, and the fat guy who is desperately trying to lose weight and turned into dry wood and mummified is so envious, jealous and hateful guy.

Because no one cares that there is less than 10,000 yen in a purse. People who can't afford a sharp dog leg to rush to the streets to kill, and then live in heaven across the "Sea of ​​Japan" and "East China Sea" will surely be able to applaud loudly, but they can also leave behind some well-known guys.

And in reality, Mr. Ono was ridiculed many times: "I'm afraid I can't afford a samurai sword for seppuku."

That's it, no one cares about...the sorrow of the weak.

Resistance of the weak? God, can he resist or be weak? Another unrealistic YY of street stall literature.

Let's leave Wenqing's fantasy world for a while and return to reality: Ono stroked his stomach after saying three words, but after thinking about it, he still didn't get up and pour himself a glass of water—because, "Who the hell told me to drink water?" I won’t be hungry anymore, I’ll spray him in the face!” In order to save money, Ono, who eats one meal a day, must be like this... hysterical and temporarily out of grace.

"Hey!" Five minutes later. This is Ono's new words. This time, the decibels have increased a little, it was just a slight "whining".

After all... Poor people have dignity too, who knows, Mr. Ono, who is kind and polite, like a middle-class person, eats one meal a day? I'm so hungry today...it's almost time for two meals.

Otherwise... there is no need for the distance. A poor family living in Hokkaido, a wife and three children save precious...survival resources.

Because once he died, the Ono family would disintegrate instantly.

Believe in Mrs. Ono, a junior high school student with a four-year-old son and a three-year-old daughter. The country girl with a one-year-old daughter absolutely did not have the travel expenses to come to Tokyo and the expenses for collecting the body.

However, after thinking for five minutes, Ono canceled the idea of ​​eating. Because three hours before he went out to look for a job, he had already eaten a piece of rice ball to try his best, and the result... like a fly trapped in a glass window, the reality is bright, and the shit outside the window is fresh and hot...

But it's dead!

This is not a fairy tale world, this is the real world, who the hell has ever seen a fly smash through a window?

If you see it, go after that fly quickly. Because that's high-tech nano-peeping flies. I especially like to be active in the bathroom of beautiful people, regardless of gender. After all, even a beautiful man can study the other's ass.

"what to do?"

This is the third sentence. And after finishing speaking, Ye lowered his head, and saw... the floor that was wiped with a clean and thick old cloth for the third time before going out, so that flies could not stand on it.

Not to mention how the cheap synthetic wood floor got the love of human beings, this kind of fascinating story that made Wen Qing's developed tear glands burst.

At this moment, the floor provided a small function: it was too smooth, so this skinny middle-aged man didn't need to buy a better mirror.

So Ono clearly saw his ashen-dead face appearing on the floor.

The reasons are, one is because of hunger, the other is because of failure, the third is because of great pressure, the fourth is because of hunger, the fifth is because of failure in life, the sixth is because of the pressure of survival, and the seventh is because of being too hungry—don’t look at it anyway Mr. Ono placed himself on the mirror-smooth cheap floor in the "elegant" ghost sitting posture.

Not to mention the undignified socks with exposed toes, a brand new black dress adds a bit of lightness, but also looks a bit refined, enough to easily fool a lot of Chinese stupid monkeys who live in heaven but think hell is happier. hope.

And Guisang's noble love.

In fact, the thoughts in his brain are exploding, and a large number of brain cells start an extremely simple one at the frequency of the Big Bang. Presumably 99% of the stupid monkeys, except the naive and cute mentally retarded monkeys who are truly wise like fools and who can spend a long or short happy life on the test field, all other monkeys will think about two questions:

To live or to die?

Where is the way?

Yes, Ono knew he had reached a low point in his life again, although it came from a very simple problem: his career. One job as a dishwasher for three years, two jobs as a newspaper delivery, all taken by fucking robots!

And those shit politicians will always just talk. "Praise Huaxia Dad! The great era of Japan has begun. Our GDP this year, yes. It will create a myth, three times, four times, five times... a great era!"

But who will tell the unlucky ghosts who lose an average of 100,000 jobs a day and whose lives are forcibly destroyed in an instant: GDP is created by robots and is dominated by their owners.

And those masters, why do they want to share their money with... stupid monkeys?

Japan is small enough...and too many people. So eliminate democracy and freedom! This is "legitimate" competition.

"I must calm down! Hastily!"

Thinking of this, if the fuse is ignited, the world war broke out.

Ono started to stand up, his eyes flushed with blood. To be precise, bloodshot. Then he untied his tie and threw it hard, his clothes... put down easily, pants, put down softly... In the end, he was naked all over. Start...rolling all over the floor.

"Oh my god, my god! Heaven's royal family, Amaterasu god, go die! There are five days left to pay 40,000 yen in rent, just for a foothold of 8 square meters! Windshield in Dog Day Tokyo A land of rain! The landlord, who is fat enough to feed me for a year, hints and expresses: "Mr. Ono Koji, please stay. You know... the economy is getting better and better, so... please. Add next month Is 10,000 yen rent okay?'”

Unforgettable that hateful fat stupid sinister face!

The most hateful thing is that I was still... like a successful person working for the consortium, nodding like an elite working for the dog day's No. 1 Oshima consortium in Japan, nodding with a smile!

hateful!

Ono lay hopelessly and powerlessly on the floor, losing all strength in his body.

He's screwed, he's really screwed.

What a place I have lived in for five years, what a place I love—otherwise, who has ever seen a landlord who is not a landlord but nods and smiles at the tenants, and lasts for five years, as noble as the same?

Moreover, in the past five years, the tenants with gloomy expressions and no happy people have changed one after another. Similarly, Ono has changed three jobs: construction site worker, store waiter, and restaurant dishwasher.

I believe that the Chinese monkeys will experience the suffering for a week? No! One day is absolutely unforgettable!

How can a stupid monkey dream of happiness in the capitalist world?

It's as absurd as eating delicious food in shit.

Then... once the five days arrive, the landlord who can't pay the rent, and has a carefree life with freehold property rights will definitely drive him out immediately, and banish him to... the beautiful natural world of Tokyo, with the cold wind The sun, and the cardboard boxes.

"Why... I work so hard but... I hate this feeling, it's so powerless..."

These are the last words...although like the previous ones, they are...silent versions, for the deaf and dumb.

After finishing speaking, Ono kept this "charming" expression and slowly closed his eyes.

The corners of the eyes... no tears. tears? It's already fucked up!

Of course he didn't die, otherwise, after two days of earth time, a lesson would be taught to the British people: Mr. Ono, one of the ten outstanding robbers in Asia who "robbery and anti-robbery", would no longer exist.

What's more, although mortals are extremely fragile, they don't have the ability to die if they want to.

...

Ono woke up after eight hours of sleep. It was dark in the small room. So he knew it was getting dark and night.

He was still naked, and of course he didn't get sick because it was summer. What's more, the temperature of the room of 8 square meters can be known by listening to the loud curses nearby.

Noble ghosts and people can't waste electricity and gas-the two are superimposed, but at least 20,000 to 30,000 yen.

Ono spent a "cold" summer here, so the family in Hokkaido really had to spend a cold winter that would freeze to death.

At the same time, gas is also very precious. Although Tokyo is big, there is no firewood to chop.

coal mine? please! The resource trade in the new era has gone bankrupt - the little devil doesn't mind buying resources and reselling them to Huaxia's new godfather. There is no such import and export trade, so how can it become an Asian economic miracle? It is unscrupulous, cruel to yourself and others that can become a miracle, otherwise it is just... an inkblot.

Since the new era, Huaxia's new father has never sheared sheep.

At the same time, high-tech has revolutionized many industries in the old era, but the little devil has always been ahead of the changes-desperately seeking all the benefits he can get. Don't you see that the prime minister visits his new father three times a month? Don't you see that the Yasukuni Shrine has become the Yasukuni Shrine; the whole country is filled with the essence of architecture, culture, technology, etc. of the new father. In particular, the revival of buildings in the Han Dynasty and the prosperous Tang Dynasty has attracted a lot of attention, making the Chinese people really unbelievable. This is... a noble and glamorous little devil?

A good loyal dog. No wonder the US Emperor loves it so much.

But under these social changes, it is at the cost of cutting the distance between the rich and the poor in society at once. It will be extremely difficult for the rich to get a robot and go bankrupt and get richer and richer. Robots can ignore 24 hour or 8 hour work, wages, pensions, insurance - fuck you.

So society is sacrificing, abandoning, and ignoring waste like Ono.

The devil is the kind of person who keeps saying that the most scientific gap between the rich and the poor is just ignoring... the real poor.

After all, it takes at least one million yuan to train a person now, the value of one million world currencies. The cold-blooded and ruthless little devil government is not willing to make a loss-making business.

Their ambitions are exactly the same as those of the Devil's government a hundred years ago. They exploited the people internally and rebelled every month. Externally...conquer. The new goal is Australia, so you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking when you land in Australia!

Especially the "old enemy" Smecta made a fatal mistake, and the great opportunity came again. If you don't do anything in Australia, are you still a kid?

That's it. As a civilized person living in the capital, Ono certainly understands everything... But whether he understands means that he is willing to sacrifice.

But he found out sadly that the government will not care about this, after all, there is no "rebellion" yet. A hundred years ago, the government had to deal with peasant rebellions every day.

If you don't believe me, you can watch Big Times Games.

Go to the window to look at the sky, then walk back to a low table with an old desktop computer. Ono turned on the computer first, read the news online and looked for job opportunities—he planned to surf the Internet for an hour first, and then turned off the computer to save electricity bills. I finally had a meal and went to bed... I will work hard tomorrow morning!

Thinking about it this way, his mother is struggling again.

The news is still the same, a certain Chinese Superman is picking up gold medals like fruit.

The devil's evaluation of him was that Dad Hua is amazing, superhuman and mighty! Or go vote for him, and you can win some small money by voting for him!

Ono glanced at the figure of the superhuman athlete, then looked at himself, and then continued to look at his neck. There were more than ten gold medals hanging on it. Of course, the gold medals that are pitifully small are the real ones. Except for mental retardation, every little devil wants a "fake gold medal".

The troublemakers have already calculated the value, and the cost of a fake gold medal is 573 million yuan.

Ono really wants to...give me one! Then everything... will be fine.

As for Superman's physique, it's useless to be envious if you watch too much! Mortals deserve death and will die, deserve old age and become impotent. And don't think about miracles, he is thirty-two years old, and after awakening, his penis, which is seven centimeters long and two centimeters wide, cannot grow again.

"Hey!" Sighing again, Ono glanced at the computer time that had served him for five years. Ten minutes had passed. , Unified online jobs...Suddenly, Ono was startled, because he saw a job hanging in the center of the entire webpage, and it was very weird.

"Haha, idiots, if you are the worst guy, with the fighting spirit like a wolf and the loyalty like a dog, then click me! There are only ten places. Just leave when you finish. Remember, this is you The greatest job I have ever encountered in my life! You only have one chance, hurry up!"

This job has been hanging on the modern page for... 7 minutes.

There are various comments around it, and many unemployed devils pretend to be noble: "Can such a job appear on the front page? There is no explanation."

"Idiot, the website takes money. Lots of money. Go try it, maybe it's a good job."

"I love rich people to play with people, I'm going to try it! I hate robots, damn it!"

Ono read the first three comments—such as comments in small squares, which can be displayed completely by moving the mouse over them. One of each color.

Then, wanting to work more than life, Ono, who would have no life without work, immediately clicked on the icon, and a new web page popped up. The above is just a very simple content. You only need to move your resume to it, and then you can automatically create a resume.

Be sure to have photos.

Ono said nothing. Almost driven by some force of fate, he quickly moved the mouse to open the folder, and moved his resume onto it—the high-tech immediately and perfectly automatically built a resume. Then click an agree!

"Huhu..." Xiao Ye realized that he was sweating profusely.

Only after he touched it did he realize that it was cold sweat - because he saw, shit! There are at least 500 unemployed people in Dog Day, and then it suddenly increased to 50,000 people... Yes, this is the characteristic of the little devil society. Crazy, even more irrational.

"That's it?" Ono shook his head, there was nothing...other things? Not even a customer service? Nothing, like a farce? Or... haughty dismissive. As long as you send it.

"Please! Let me work! Just pay me a little bit!"

Ono bowed deeply...

...

Ten minutes later, Ono turned off the computer and left. He didn't have any hope for the most promising job because it had already been turned off. And in the end, five million people grabbed ten job opportunities. What a joke, ten job offers with no explanation.

There are fewer and fewer other jobs... Ono feels like the end of the world and can hardly breathe. Only when he came to the suit where the wallet was placed, he knelt down and found the wallet from the clothes.

Inside are a few pitiful Japanese yen, some coins, and...spiritual sustenance. Family photos. It was taken a year ago, wife, son, daughter... couldn't help showing a sincere smile——

"Boom!" At this moment, as if the ground was shaking, Ono was startled, and immediately went to put on his underwear, after thinking about it, he picked up the most valuable clothes and belongings and tried to open the door and run out.

That's right, Chinese people may not understand, but of course the little devil will understand what this is——

"Earthquake!" Someone has already screamed.

Ono had a lot of experience in this, he hesitated at the door for a moment, because if it wasn't a big earthquake, there was no need to escape. Otherwise, in a panic, his small body is equal to... His life is handed over to the god of death to choose whether to choose: stampede to death.

Then, Ono saw the most stunned scene in his life:

Boom! A colossus broke into his room with a barbaric gesture, and those masterpieces composed of high-grade building materials and technology, which were so sturdy and proud that the hateful fat landlord would talk about it once a month on average, turned into tofu dregs in front of this force.

"It" blasted into the room, walked forward, and waved a hand, a wall blocking the way "bang", and fell down like an avalanche.

Amidst the soaring smoke and dust, "it" walked towards Ono.

Ono couldn't believe his eyes, this was a giant, over 1.9 meters tall, with a very generous and strong body. He was wearing red clothes, the kind of superman nanosuit that was extremely precious like armor. Therefore, it incomparably highlights the muscles that kill the hardness of diamonds.

"It" is him.

The face is very young, just like the young man Ono has seen many times and admired for it.

It's just that the eyes are more arrogant than the most arrogant politicians, and the expression is even more arrogant and arrogant. It matches well with the air flow visible to the naked eye, a kind of bright red energy.

At the same time, his body was filled with a mysterious power that Ono couldn't believe, not only blowing away all the smoke and dust, making him almost as if he was in the air current, but at the same time, Ono immediately knelt down with a plop, because it seemed invisible to the naked eye, but in fact there were millions of tons of smoke. The weight is in front of your eyes.

Ono was terrified.

Superman!

God... I don't want to die! Wife, Dalang, Sakurako, Aiko... Farewell... woo woo woo.

I finally cried... Soon a lot of smoke and dust scrambled to cling to the tears.

"You are Koji Ono? OK, put on your clothes, I have to admit that you little devils are really perverted, a man strips himself naked as soon as it gets dark. What, trying to show off your caterpillars to people all over the world? Believe me, Teacher Cang must have gone to the market to pick NNNNN big cucumbers to satisfy himself because of this complaint in his heart. Of course, now Teacher Cang or other teachers have big cucumbers from Huaxia Macho, and they will never be lonely again..."

The red superman complained and shrugged his shoulders, his unusually broad and strong shoulders formed a powerful and masculine charm, "Okay, don't be too inferior. Well, get dressed quickly, your work has started, congratulations, you are welcome! Little Japan , you have been hired!"

All voices are pronounced in Chinese, and then processed into Japanese with high technology.

Ono stood there dumbfounded, he felt... an indescribable joy in his heart.

Superman hired me? I got hired by Superman?

God Amaterasu, please help me to start succeeding! I will do a grand puja for you!

Every year!

PS: The first update. . . )

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