“Mr. Charlie, do you have any smoke medicine? I… all my money is here!”
At the Quack’s fake medicine shop, a man with sunken eyes and deeply recessed skin, clutching a pile of paper or metal coins, was lingering at the door.
“Scram! I don’t sell that kind of stuff here!!”
Charlie angrily lifted his foot, and the man, trembling, scurried away, tumbling as he went.
“What a damn smoke medicine, it’s even more poisonous than my fake medicine!”
Charlie grumbled, about to go back inside, when he saw three children carrying a blood-stained mechanical prosthetic claw.
“Mr. Charlie, can you take this?” one child asked.
“We found it in the ruins!” another child patted his chest, “It’s harder than other scrap metal, so it must be valuable!”
“We… we want to exchange it for some money to buy food,” the last child was clearly more timid.
Charlie frowned:
“This is a pharmacy, not a scrap metal recycling stall!”
“But… but at the recycling stall, many people will definitely try to rob us,” the child said anxiously, “You don’t have to give us that much money, just give us five… three tenths is fine! You can resell it and definitely make a profit, and they wouldn’t dare rob you.”
Charlie’s face darkened as he stared at the three children.
The three children shrank their necks, but their eyes were still full of hope.
“Consider it my bad luck…”
Charlie pulled a few large coins from his pocket and threw them to the children,
“Throw the thing in that corner and scram!”
The children were overjoyed, dropping the mechanical arm immediately after catching the money, and cheering as they fled.
Only a livid Charlie remained, cursing at the floor, which had been dirtied by the mechanical arm:
“Bastard! I told you to put it over there! My floor is f*cking dirty again!”
Charlie took a deep breath, bending down to pick up the mechanical arm, but found it unusually heavy.
“Fine steel?”
Charlie frowned, casually tapping the metal surface a few times; the sound was crisp and bright, melodious and long-lasting, with a sense of layering.
Charlie’s heart immediately sank; fine steel was not something ordinary people could possess.
“Damn it, whose hot potato is this? Claw-patterned arm armor… does anyone in Black Alley use claws?”
Charlie pinched a bit of dried blood, put it to his nose, and his face immediately contorted into a bitter gourd.
Extremely foul-smelling! And accompanied by an indescribable stench of decay!
This was definitely not human blood!
What… what exactly is this thing?!
Just as he was surprised, Lisa’s voice came from outside:
“Mr. Charlie, are you there?”
Charlie immediately furrowed his brow, quickly pushing the fine steel prosthetic into the corner to hide it.
At this moment, Lisa, pushing the unconscious Manba, also walked in.
Beside her, there was also a strange, short person.
“Mr. Charlie, I found a doctor who can treat Manba; could I borrow your operating room?”
Lisa smiled and asked directly,
“Oh, by the way, you should have a suitable prosthetic here, right? Could I borrow that too!”
Charlie frowned, his heart wary:
“Why do you think I have a suitable prosthetic here?”
“You don’t?”
Lisa blinked innocently,
“Could it be… that my luck isn’t enough?”
“Luck…”
Charlie’s body stiffened, looking at Lisa’s crimson attire, a chill inexplicably ran down his spine.
However, even more terrified than him was the Mad Doctor.
The Mad Doctor’s nose was very sensitive; as soon as he stepped in, he smelled the Ghoul’s foul blood.
The operating room and the prosthetic… both were indeed here!
Everything seemed to have been deliberately arranged.
The Quack and the lost might not feel anything, but those who were clear-headed would feel a suffocating sensation, as if an invisible hand was gripping their throat.
Lisa seemed a bit troubled, opened the gun’s safety, and was about to walk out.
“Wait!”
Charlie’s throat moved, and he said stiffly,
“The prosthetic, I have it! You… don’t go out.”
Lisa was slightly stunned, then smiled brightly:
“That’s great! Mr. Charlie, you really are a good person!”
Charlie’s expression was complex; the familiar words of praise tasted very bitter.
The surgery proceeded smoothly.
Manba’s compatibility once again exceeded the Mad Doctor’s predictions.
Lisa, who was waiting nearby, suddenly felt something, picked up her gun, and went outside.
In the dilapidated alley, Susan was slightly panting, looking at the expressionless Lisa, showing her coin, and stating directly:
“This coin will bring misfortune! You should come with me, I have a way to solve this curse.”
“No, this is a lucky coin!”
Lisa’s face darkened,
“You’re trying to deceive me, just like that Raincoat Man, trying to seize all the coins!”
With that, she raised her gun without hesitation.
“Bang!”
The bullet’s trajectory was severely off; Susan, experienced in shooting, knew the moment the shot was fired that it wouldn’t hit her.
But what she didn’t expect was that after bouncing off the wall twice, the bullet flew straight towards her temple!
At the critical moment, Susan’s shadow flickered, and her spirituality entered the bullet, twisting its trajectory, causing it to embed itself in the dirt.
“Hehehe…”
Seeing this, Lisa laughed, her smile deranged:
“Officer, it seems you’re quite lucky too… The blood on your hands is probably no less than mine!!”
“Bang bang bang!!”
Lisa continuously pulled the trigger.
Susan frowned tightly, dodging forward with a roll.
But the bullets bounced multiple times, coming from various tricky angles, aiming directly for vital points!
The shadow flickered again, the bullets deviated, and with a “ding,” they collided in mid-air, creating a tiny spark.
Susan no longer hesitated, drawing her gun and aiming at Lisa’s gun-holding arm!
“Click, click, click!”
Three consecutive misfires!
Just as Lisa sneered and fired again, “Bang—!”
The fourth shot fired accurately!
The bullet directly pierced her palm.
Lisa’s face contorted in pain, and two blood-stained coins flipped in the air, landing on the ground.
The coins were still face up.
But luck couldn’t contend with that bizarre change!
At the same moment, two people in Black Alley simultaneously opened their eyes, as if looking at each other across space.
Reirfu sat cross-legged on the ground, his right eye rapidly spinning. The moment Susan charged towards Lisa, her foot suddenly slipped, and a sharp stone rapidly enlarged in her constricted pupils!
Li Andy sat lazily on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. Susan’s clothes tightened, helping her exert force from her waist, narrowly dodging the stone, and quickly rolling up to her feet.
Lisa gritted her teeth, picked up the coins, clutched her hand, and turned into another alley entrance, even kicking the base of the wall with her foot.
The tiny force rapidly transmitted, and the dilapidated building, a survivor of the fire, immediately swayed precariously, crumbling apart the moment Susan rushed in!
Countless rubble and steel bars fell over her.
But the next moment, a complete iron plate slid out from inside the building, crudely scooping up all the debris.
At the same time, Lisa’s high heel suddenly became disobedient, tightly gripping her right foot, the heel stuck firmly in place.
Reirfu frowned deeply, blood tears overflowing from his right eye.
With a “Boom—!”
The Quack Charlie’s house suddenly exploded.
Manba, with blood-red eyes, burst through the smoke, and without a word, raised his sharp claws and pounced towards Susan.
(There’s one last banquet tomorrow, I should be able to resume double updates on the 5th, and I’ll make up a few chapters before the Dragon Boat Festival~~~)