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01 For the Benefit of Mankind002（第2页）

&eredthePresidentialHall，SmoothborediscoveredthattheeeeandingitteeofthecilforLiquidationofSocialWealthwasalreadyassembledthere，theirsterngazesfohisownperson.

‘Pleaseaskwhatyoucametoask.’saidZhuHanyang.

‘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?’