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The town square at high noon.
Du Qiang's voice boomed through crackling speakers: "Su Wanzhao! Here to collect your corpse?"
I kicked open my delivery box with a boot heel. The brass bell inside rolled onto concrete with a clear clang .
Then—magic.
Lin Xiaoyu's recorded voice hijacked the PA system: "When the bell rings... someone's still waiting..."
Du Qiang's face purpled. "Kill the feed! NOW—"
I crushed the bell underfoot.
The city plunged into darkness.
Smoke bombs erupted like fireworks. "LAO ZHAO—GO!" I roared into the chaos.
The soundtrack of revenge played loud:
• Bones cracking (crunch)
• Du Qiang screaming ("AAAAARGH!")
• Blind gunfire (pop-pop-BANG!)
"WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH?!" Spittle flew from Du Qiang's lips as he sprayed bullets.
My box-cutter found his throat. "Delivery canceled."
Behind the wall, his shrieks hit soprano—Xiao Zhou had emptied a chili bomb straight into his face.
Epilogue: Three Days Later
My e-bike stood sentinel in the east district ruins.
In the basket: one final package. The note read:
"Deliver where the light remains."
Somewhere in the wreckage, a child's bell chimed.
Ding.
Like the world would always need one more delivery.
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