‘Whydoyouwanttokillthesethreepeople?’askedSmoothbore。
‘Youhaveviolatedtheethicsofyourprofession。’Zhuobserveddrily,sligthecapoffacigarwithacigarcutter。
&wille。ButIoknowthereason,orIotdothisjob。’
Zhulitthecigarwithalongmatoddedslobutthinkthatyouohattargetsthewealthy。Ifthisistheyouarenotatrueprofessionalhitman,justathugentforpettygeance,apsychopathwhohaskilledforty-ohreeyears,whoisbeielypursuedbythepoliceatthisverymoment。Yourreputationwillegdownaroundyou。’
‘Youcouldcallthephtnow,’Smoothborerepliedcalmly。
‘Hasthistasktouabitofpersonalhistory?’askedXuXueping。
Smoothboreothelpbutadmireherkeeninsight。Hissilensweredforhim。
‘Wasitthe>
Smoothboredidheversatiooofaroffcourse。
‘Verywell。’Zhuexhaledalungfulofwhitesmoke。‘Thistaskisimportafindaoitonsuotice。Wehaveoasahereason,butknowthatitwillexceedyourwildestdreams。We,thewealthiestfewinthissociety,desiretokillitspoorestamembers,andthishasmadeusderauresinyoureyes。Beforeweexplainourmotivatiofirstcorrectthisimpression。’
‘I’medinissuesoflightanddark。’
‘Butthefactssayotherwise。ewithus,please。’Tossingawayhisbarelysmokedcigar,Zhustoodaoftheroom。
SmoothboreexitedthehotelinthepaandingitteeofthecilforLiquidationofSocialWealth。Somethingstrangewasoverhead,ariansanxiouslyedtheirheadstowardsthesky。TheElderBrothers’spaceshipingpastinloworbit。Isun,itseemedespeciallyvisibleagainsttheearlymskies。Theshipscatteredatrailofshiarsievenintervals,whichstretdittothehorizon。Theship’slengthhadshnifidasitreleasedstarafterstaritsbulkgrewjagged,likeabrokenstick。SmoothborehadlearheheElderBrothers’enormousspaceshipwasactuallyassembledfromthousandsofsmallervessels。thepositelittingapartintoanarmada。
&ion,everyone!’Zhubeittee。‘Youseethesituationhasdeveloped,abemuchtime。Wemustaccelerateourefforts。Eachteamshouldreportimmediatelytnedliquidationareaandueyesterday’swork。’
Ashefinished,heandXuXuepioatrudoothboretojointhem。
OnlythendidSmoothborehevehicleswaitielwerenotthebillionaires’usuallimousialineofIsuzutrucks。
‘Soo。’explaiheoothbore’sface。Smoothborelookedihetrudsawthatitackedwithsmall,identicalblacksuitcases。Thecaseslookedelegantandexpensive,aedtherewereoverahuhem。
Therewasnodriver,andZhuhimselfpulledthevehiainroad。Thetruturoatree-linedavesspeed。SmoothborerealizedthatZhuwasdrivingslowlyalorian–avagrant。Althoughinthisdayahehomelessdidnotnecessarilydressinrags,therewasalwayssomethingthatgavethemaway。Thismaicbagaroundhiswaist,anditstsrattledwitheverystep。
SmoothborekhemysterybehindthevanishinghomelessandjunkmenwasabouttouhedidnotbelieveZhuandXuwoulddaretokillthemanrighthere。Iheywouldfirstluretheirtargetiruddisposeofhimataioheirstatus,itwaswhollyunnetodirtytheirhandswiththissortofwork。Perhapstheyweresettinganexampleforhim?Smoothborehadnointoihem,buthelywouldhemeither。Thiswasnotinhistract。
&rampwasquiteunsciousofthefactthatthetruckhadslowedforhimuntilXuXuepiohim。
‘Hello!’saidXu,rollingdo。Themaurolookather。Hisfacehadtheaizedlookontothatclass。‘Doyouhaveaplacetolive?’Xuasked,smiling。
‘Inthesummer,Iliveaheman。
‘Aer?’
‘Hotairveroomsareheated,too。’
‘Howlonghaveyoulivedlikethis?’
‘Don’treallyremember。Cametothecityaftermylaiosranout,livedlikethiseversince。’
‘Wouldyoulikeathreebedroomhouseiy?Ahome?’
&aredblanklyatthebillioherewasnotaninklingofprehensiononhisface。
‘youread?’askedXu。Afterthemannodded,shepoiebillboardinfroruck。‘Lookoverthere–’Thebillboarddisplayedagrassykhcream-coloredbuildings,likeanidyllicparadise。‘That’saforercialhousiurhebillboard,andtheXu。Hedidhefaishemeant。‘Okay,nowtakeathetruck。’
&lywalkedtotherearofthetruck,pickedoutadwalkedbacktothepassengerdoor。Pointingatthecase,Xutoldhim,‘Insideisonemillionyuan。Usefivehuhousandtobuyyourselfahouseliketheohebillboard,aoliveinfort。Ofcourse,ifyoudallthatmoneyyourself,youdowhatwe’redoingasomeonepoorer。’
&ramp’seyesmovedbadforthrapidly,butheremainedexpressionless,anddidhebox。Hekobeacatch。
&andseeforyourself。’
Hefumbledatthelidwithonegrimyhahecasejustadtheagain,thelayerofapathyfrozentohisfaallyshattered。Helookedlikehehadseenaghost。
‘DoyouhaveanIDcard?’ZhuHanyangasked。
Themannoddedmeically,holdingthecaseasfarawayfromhimselfaspossible,asifit>
‘Thenmakeadepositatthebank。It’llbemoret。’
‘What…doyouwaodo?’askedthetramp。
&odousohealiensareing。Iftheyaskyou,tellthemyouhavethismuey。That’sall。isetodothis?’
Themannodded。
Xusteppeddowrudboweddeeplytothetramp。‘Thankyou。’