" How much is this set?"

"Twelve thousand."

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. Humans are almost finished. What's the use of money?"

"You're right. Humans are almost finished. Why do I need to use a set?"

With a fierce spit, the man walked back to the vehicle with his wife, waiting in line to leave the city.

The mobile vendors, on the other hand, were indifferent. Carrying their selling boxes, they went from car to car, knocking on the windows: "Drinks, peanuts, mineral water, mobile phones, ice cream, condoms. Gasoline, diesel, vegetable oil, famous novels, evening news~"

"Give me a morning newspaper," a car window rolled down.

"Okay." The vendor took out a roll from the box and handed it over. "Two hundred thousand."

"…Are you f*cking doing business with the gods of wealth?"

"Humans are almost finished. What's the use of money?"

"You're right." The driver pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the vendor's head. "Humans are almost finished. Why should I still obey the law?"

Vendor: "…Here, take the newspaper, big brother."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"Beep!"

"Beep beep beep—"

From behind, came the urgent honking of many vehicles.@@novelbin@@

The driver looked ahead and saw that the car in front had already gone far, so he quickly put away the gun and stepped on the gas to catch up with the convoy leaving the city.

The vendor breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and knocked on the window of the next car.

"What's up?" The driver of the next car looked puzzled as he leaned out.

"Smack!"

The vendor produced a revolver and imitated the driver, aiming it at the driver's head. "Want to buy a drink? Three hundred thousand."

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