Heaven And Earth Are Worthless Chapter 2

“That s.h.i.+pment has finally been handed over. It's true that the United Nations policemen have been catching us like crazy lately.”

At the harbor, a middle-aged man with a diamond lighter lit a cigarette for himself, and the faces of his followers were also smiling.

“You've been working hard lately. Some new arrivals can be given to you.” The middle-aged man generously said, “There are all kinds of skin colors of men and women, and also all kinds of professions. To ensure that you enjoy the play, tomorrow we will leave here.”

After all, compared with this business, the profits of this group of human trafficking are only a drop in the bucket, and it's no big deal to reward their employees.

This is heaven.

In the outside world, no matter how you play, you have to be careful not to kill people, but here it's different. If you die, you die. The outside law can't punish you here at all.

Likewise, their goods were closely watched outside, but the police would not dare to come as long as they were transferred to the Sasimu City.

They are also well-known villains outside, but even if they came here armed to transfer goods, within a few days they lost more than a dozen brothers. After all, they were too arrogant to heed the boss' warning. Now that things are done, the rest of the brothers' nerves have been tightened to the extreme. If they can't vent well here, they will surely do bad things when they get back.

“Big Brother, you will be a big official when you go back this time.” The younger brother on the side complimented, “The position of clan head has been empty since he died. This time you succeeded in doing this job. This position must be yours.”

“Haha, what a good talker, tonight you can choose first.” The middle-aged man also laughed happily.

Yes, why did he run to this h.e.l.lhole because he wanted to get ahead? In such a mafia organisation that has been pa.s.sed down for many years, it's hard to rise to the top. The newly developed drugs/products are quick to take effect, high success rate for addiction, low in technology cost and more expensive outside than gold. But it was also targeted by the police, including the United Nations, and several nests were destroyed all of a sudden. The idea of transferring through Sasimu City came to mind only when people were in a state of panic.

Those lost brothers can also be recruited from here, where people are born with poisons/tumors. If they can take good care of it, they can also become a great help to the organisation.

“Come on, let's relax first.” The middle-aged man has already seen his bright future. With a gesture, these men automatically surrounded him and moved on.

Nothing can be done about it. In this place, always cherish your life.

Everyone has a gun in his hand, so there will be no foolish people to provoke them when walking in the street.

The middle-aged man looked at the tattered street and missed the outside world.

Although it's free, even basic communication is a problem. He didn't know why so many people gather here.

There were more rotten people in the world who can't survive than he thought.

The pedestrians in the street did not eschew the crowd very much, but looked at each other eagerly.

Many people even whispered, “They have good clothes and materials on them.” “Guns are also good” “Tender skin, meat, body without scars, you can sell a good price.”

Just because there were so many people on the other side, they whispered, but they didn't want to directly rush to death.

The middle-aged man found that the encirclement of his men became smaller unconsciously.

That was normal.

The smell of outsider on them is too strong. As long as they are alone, they will immediately become the target of attacks. Some of the brothers who died before were killed while going to the bathroom or shopping.

It wasn't safe for two people to form a team, hey had to act with more than five people!
The middle-aged man had some regrets in his heart.

d.a.m.n this nervous breakdown, he should be waiting in the harbor, making dozens of phone calls for those people to come quickly and pick them up. Playing with dead people outside is a bit of a ha.s.sle, but it's better than playing with dead people here.

But as the boss of these people, if you go back on your word, you won't have to hang out anymore.

“You don't have eyes!” Under this kind of mental pressure, one of his men broke completely after being hit by a pedestrian. He took out the gun and put it right on the other person's head.

“Sorry.” The pedestrian who was. .h.i.t raised his head and apologized calmly.

The man froze.

“Chinese?” His men were Chinese themselves, but they were still a little surprised to see this man.

The man was completely different from the Sasimu townspeople he remembered.

He was used to seeing all kinds of strange people here. There were few people with slightly flat heads and faces. Most of them would have various scars on their faces or have less facial features. The person who appeared in front of them should be high-quality goods, and the result is that they run out on the street like this?

“What are you doing?” When the middle-aged man saw his men stop and came out of the encirclement, he smiled when he saw Wu Yun's face. “It turned out that you met a beauty. You are lucky, take it away if you like it.”

“You are Shangcun ZhiYe.” Wu Yun looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, “You're forty years old.”

Wu Yun sighed. “I've found you at last.”

Shangcun ZhiYe's face changed dramatically and made a quick decision to give an order, “Kill him!”

He had never exposed his name here, and it was by no means a good thing for this citizen to be able to say his name and age at once.

Bang.

Shangcun's men fired instantly, without hesitation. None of the people who could be sent here were useless (lit. not an fuel efficient lamp, so someone that isn't useless (不是省油的灯)), and they could shoot without hesitation even in the face of women and children.

But Wu Yun was faster.

He seemed to have eyes all over his body. He avoided most bullets through all kinds of incredible angles, except for one bullet in his arm.

Wu Yun did not wrinkle his eyebrows, as if he wasn't injured himself, but by the moment of relief when the other side hit him, he slipped in front of Shangcun Zhiye and pulled him in front of him..

Then, there was the sound of a bullet pa.s.sing through Shangcun's body.

He hardly had time to say his last words, and with an incredible look on his face, died as a human flesh s.h.i.+eld.

“Boss!”

“Big Brother!”

Wu Yun grabbed the collar of the corpse with his injured left hand, drew a gun from the corpse with his right hand, and fired without any pause.

Five minutes later.

Wu Yun threw Shangcun's corpse aside and did not look at the other corpses. Quietly, he said, “The fifth one has been killed.”

He turned to look at his bleeding hand, a little annoyed.

He had to see a doctor, or there's no way to flip the pages of the book.

There was something s.h.i.+ning on the ground.

Wu Yun bowed his head and picked up the glowing lighter.

Well, the doctor should take it.

“It's already bandaged.” The doctor wiped his hands. “Just now, I have received several bodies in good condition. They are all dressed in the same clothes. You should have killed them. Since it's your trophy, why don't you take it?"

Wu Yun looked at his tightly wrapped arms, a little unhappy, “Injured, powerless.”

“No wonder.” The doctor laughed twice. "You're killing mafia bosses. You're killing people all the time these days. Has someone has entrusted you with it?

“Mmh.”

“Then you have to be careful.” The doctor looked at Wu Yun for a few minutes. “Your lighter is worth a lot of money, and the previous debt can be paid off for you. But all the people you recently killed seem to be related to 'Nushen' (lit. G.o.ddess). This is Dushe's (lit. viper) business.”

“It doesn't matter.” Wu Yun was indifferent to these things. “Five people, I'm done with it.”

When it's over, it's none of his business.

“I've a.n.a.lyzed 'Nushen''s composition. It's very pure. It's a new poison of the latest technology. Dushe is planning to exploit it to free himself. He can't stay in A Street and wants to go out. The gangs you've killed in the last few days are supposed to be the bosses of the gangs that Dushe come into contact with. They're all dead in your hands. Dushe won't let you go easily. But if you think about staying here and doing experiments for me, I can keep you." The doctor made a rather attractive suggestion.

In this paradise, there are many people who can't be offended.

For example, bartenders, doctors, priests.

Bartenders are the biggest intelligence traffickers here. Doctors have a large number of life-saving drugs, while priests are responsible for more than half of the city's arms circulation.

Although Dushe is one of the few big bosses of A Street, he would not face the doctor head-on.

In A Street, everyone knows that Dushe comitted any imaginable crime. He sold his wife and children to produce his original funds. Over the years, they don't know how many people have been harmed and how many gangs were connected to the outside.

The information about Dushe is one of the top secrets in the world. As long as you leave the city, there will be countless police waiting to catch him.

He had been hiding here for more than a decade and could have continued to hide, but he didn't seem to want to stay here, so he developed the G.o.ddess and got in touch with several famous gangs to get shelter and get out of here.

As a result, all the messengers sent by these gangs were killed.

Yes, that's right.

Dushe has so many enemies that it is not impossible to have so many people willing to pay a high price for the hope of having Dushe be destroyed.

In all thirteen streets, the rare few who can buy Wu Yun to be the killer, are not very attractive.
(*Not sure about this sentence: 只是能够买通乌云来当这个杀手的人，十三条街全部加起来也没有几个人才对。)

The doctor is also curious about this.

“No need.” Wu Yun touched his hand and decided that there was no problem. Then, he was ready to get up and leave. “I'm going back.”

“Then I won't see you out.” The doctor waved, with some regret, “People who don't feel pain usually don't live long. It's rare to see a man here who has lived to such a big age. It's a pity to die.”

Wu Yun came home and sat on his bed for a long time.

Ah, it seems he hasn't eaten yet.

Wu Yun pulled out a box of apples from under the bed.

This is his “reward”.

Having eaten two apples, his stomach was no longer hungry, and Wu Yun yawned while going to bed.

I'll read again tomorrow.

I'm a little tired today.

Wu Yun thought so in a daze, and closed his eyes.

Half asleep, Wu Yun was woken up.

To be exact, he should have been woken up by the man on top of him.

“I told you, you can't just go to bed without was.h.i.+ng your hands.”

So said the man who ploughed in him in the dark, without slowing down, and still as intense.

To be honest, Wu Yun didn't find this boring piston movement very interesting.

It may be interesting at first, but gradually it will become boring, even worse than the feeling of eating a piece of chocolate.

“I forgot.” Wu Yun didn't have to look at the other to know who they are.

Although the other party disappeared for three years, before he saw the apple he put, he saw the note he left behind and knew he was back.

His master (lit. s.h.i.+fu, more of a teacher), his adoptive father, was also his bedmate.

Wu Yun did want to use the word “lover” instead, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to work.

Lovers are together because they have feelings, but they just take what they need and vent their loneliness.

Just as the other party would not ask if he left, he would not say a word more about what he did.

“You're better than you were three years ago.” The man stopped, touched Wu Yun's face with both hands, and said affectionately, “You are a natural killer. I knew only you could kill these five people in the shortest possible time. In the fifth year I taught you to shoot, I was no longer your opponent, and now I should no longer be your opponent. “

Wu Yun did not answer, let the other side speak and do things on their own.

Fortunately, the other party did not think about how Wu Yun reacted.

This has always been the case.

Wu Yun could not see others in their eyes, and what he and others thought were not things of the same world.

It is difficult for people who don't know pain to be understood by the outside world.

Because such people are often short-lived, it is almost too late to communicate with them.

But this is Sasimu, heaven, and occasionally there will be miracles that do not occur in the outside world.

Here, Wu Yun can survive.

The man in the dark laughed.

Even if Wu Yun would not react, would not send out moving groans, and his body's skin littered with bruises, he can still make people's blood spray.

Fifteen years have pa.s.sed since Wu Yun was picked up.

For fifteen years, Wu Yun's heart has hardly grown up.

Pure and cruel, it makes one wonder if his blood is cold.

Wu Yun felt that the other side was really talkative, so he simply closed his eyes.

Do men and women like to say these boring things in bed? In the past, when he went on an ambush, it seemed that the object of the mission had also said a lot of things to his bedmate.

“You still don't guard against me, Wu Yun.” The man in the dark bowed his head and kissed his dear Wu Yun on the forehead. “I'm so happy.”

“A hundred.” Wu Yun finally spoke. “You said when I would kill a hundred people for you, we would be even. This is the last five.”

“…Yes, that's right ” The man in the dark paused, “Do you want to consider about being with me?”

“No.” Wu Yun responded coldly.

“Why?”

“Because you're lying.” Wu Yun bluntly exposed, “You have to use me to draw Dushe out, I know.”

You've been doing this since a long time ago.

Because of the existence of "Nushen", Dushe's business has reached an incredible value on the black market.

Dushe will only monopolize "Nushen", and as soon as he dies, "Nushen" will disappear completely. So all the countries that sell drugs, including those that grow the raw materials for drugs, and even the international police, will be willing to meddle with the black market to let Dushe die completely.

And this man is a bounty hunters who specializes in this kind of business.

As soon as the messengers of these five gangs die, Dushe will certainly come out and contact the gangs again.

Dushe is very good at hiding. If you want to catch him, you have to take advantage of it now.

“Yes, I've got his head.” The man kissed Wu Yun, “But you are still wrong. You, who killed five gang bosses, now has a price on the black market that is comparable to Dushe. Only by following me can you live. I can get you out of here.”

"I won't leave here." Wu Yun closed his eyes and stopped talking.

As long as he doesn't talk, the man will leave when he's done.

The man stayed up until midnight.

Wu Yun felt that the other's physical strength wasn't like an uncle (lit. dàshū, meaning someone his father's age) at all.

How old is the other person?

It wasn't clear even to Wu Yun who had lived with him for fifteen years.

In the confusion, Wu Yun realized that the man had finally come down from him.

“I've given you a gift. Open it when you wake up.” The man whispered, “You'll like it.”

Wu Yun didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

When he woke up, he was naked, covered with kiss marks, and his b.u.t.tocks and thighs were marked with fingerprints, some of which were already green.

But he didn't feel pain.

He just felt a little tired.

The man walked neatly.

There was a lot of food in the room. Fruit, chocolate, milk bread, and a few thick books, enough to keep the door closed for a while.

The death of Dushe will surely trigger a change of influence in A Street. It's also a good thing not to go out.

Wu Yun lied in bed and didn't want to move very much.

But there seems to be a “wuwuwu” (onomatopeia for crying) sound outside the door all the time.

That's so annoying.

Wu Yun opened the door and the creature leaning outside rolled in.

It's a person.

A boy of eleven or twelve, to be exact.

No clothes.

His mouth was stuffed with cloth, his hands and feet were tied, and he could only stare at Wu Yun.

On his chest hung a sign with the word “gift” clearly written on it.

Wu Yun squatted down and looked at the boy.

The young man undoubtedly looked familiar. Blond hair, a pair of gray eyes, and his skin was snow-white. He was a beautiful hybrid.

Just like that man.
(*Not sure: 和男人一模一样。)

An illegitimate child?

No, that didn't seem to have any interest in women, and they hated children.

“Wuwuwu.” The mixed-race teenager did not understand why the other side had been looking at him and not letting him go.

Wu Yun frowned and pulled out the ball of cloth from his mouth. He had no plans to untie the rope.

“I don't need a present.” Wu Yun looked at the boy and said.

“I can do a lot of things.” The youngster didn't have many excuses, “I can do anything, you can play as much as you want. Please don't, don't throw me out.”

If he is kicked out, the end will be terrible.

The man who brought him said that he could only survive if he stayed here. He had to stay with the Chinese man by all means.

Youngsters are part of Dushe's collection.

He had heard about Wu Yun and the man last night. He knew they had a lot to do with each other, but he didn't understand why that terrible man sent him to this man (Wu Yun).

“Dushe has killed a lot of people, but you can survive by his side, surely you must be able to survive by Wu Yun's side.”

As soon as the man said so, the teenager was packed and sent here. He listened to the room in a corner all night.

The boy began to cry.

He cried beautifully, especially to attract pity, but it also tempted people's desire to abuse

Wu Yun was unmoved.

The young man cried for a few minutes, and saw that Wu Yun had been looking at him indifferently. He also knew that the trick was useless and dared not cry any more.

“I really can do anything.” The youngster could only repeat these words, “Stay with me, I am very useful.”

Wu Yun wanted to say something, and then saw the book beside the youth.

That's my book. Maybe the man threw it here after he went to bed yesterday.

LOVE. (T/N: originally in English)

Love. (T/N: originally in Chinese)

What is love?

“Can you really do anything?” Asked the dark cloud, looking at the boy.

“Really, whatever you say! I can also help you kill, I can also help you relieve.” At last, the teenager saw a little hope and was busy promoting himself.

“You don't cry, you don't hurt, what are you doing alive?”

“You're a natural killer.”

“Monster.”

“Murderer!”

“…… No one will love you.”

“Curse you-“
……

A lot of things came to Wu Yun's mind.

He thought he understood what the man meant by “gift”.

“I don't need anything.” Wu Yun looked at the mixed-race teenager in front of him and said slowly, “No one will love me.”

Everyone stopped and left, not always with him.

Wu Yun picked up “LOVE” over there. He opened the book, pointed to the words on the t.i.tle page and looked at the teenager. Word by word, he said, “If you want to love me as it is written in this book, I will let you stay.”