The next day.
The sun was blistering.
At the edge of the desert, beneath a crude wooden shed with a boundary marker,
Hans, dressed in a sheriff's uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with immense irritation,
"I've already watched the video, but what of it?"
"Serial murders have occurred in your border town, you must catch them immediately!"
The robot standing opposite him said.
Hans lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags, and replied, "Alright, thanks for the reminder, we have received the friendly tip from Dongsheng Country. Now, can you leave?"
He turned his head to glance at some officers behind him.
All the officers remained silent, their mouths full of mockery.
What a rubbish task.
Hans couldn't help but curse silently in his heart.
Dealing with robots from Dongsheng Country was the least profitable business, but when faced with a reasonable request, someone from this side had to deal with it.
So he was sent.
