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Under the cover of night, the cleaners moved quickly and efficiently, silently removing the bloody and unrecognizable body of boss Baobao from the corner of the clinic's entrance. They worked with skill, as if such scenes were routine for them. Inside the clinic, other cleaners were busy with some using high-pressure water guns and others using professional cleaning agents, skillfully cleaning every inch of the floors and walls, not even sparing the bloodstains on the ceiling.
Under their methodical work, the entire clinic soon regained its original appearance. If not for the occasional faint smell of cleaning agents on the floor, it could almost be said that there had never been a bloody battle here. After completing the cleaning, the cleaners gradually entered the waiting vehicles outside. The sound of the engines was particularly noticeable in the night, and one after another, the vehicles drove away from this place that had witnessed death and the exchange of money.
The remaining head janitor stood at the door of the clinic, his figure appearing particularly lonely in the dim light. He looked down at the data on his arm guard, seemingly comparing certain details, confirming that all procedures had been completed, and all bounties had been handled according to regulations. At this moment, he was no longer the cold and merciless janitor, but a person maintaining a certain order in this chaotic world in his own way.
The head janitor's movements did not stop, and the light of future technology shimmered on his arm guard. With a few precise taps, the payment process began. He looked up at Sarah, and his voice came from under the mask, with a hint of mechanized indifference, "The payment is ready to be transferred. After deducting our service fee, the total is one hundred and thirty-three thousand yuan. Please check the remittance information. As for boss Baobao's body, once it is confirmed to be correct, we will contact you again to complete the subsequent bounty processing."
Sarah quietly stared at her armguard, then a prompt for confirmation of the transfer popped up. She carefully examined each number, which not only represented the profit of this operation, but also the risks and sacrifices they had endured. Nodding, she gently pressed the confirmation button and completed the transaction.
"Thank you, we have received it," Sarah's voice was calm, but she was looking forward to the confirmation of the upcoming boss Baobao body and the potential amount involved. After all, boss Baobao as a highly rewarded fugitive, his termination would undoubtedly bring them greater profits.
The lead cleaner nodded, seemingly satisfied with Sarah's handling, then turned and stepped into the waiting vehicle. The door closed slowly, and the car drove away from the clinic, leaving Sarah, Jim, and Emily in the gradually calming night. Jim stood at the clinic's entrance, watching the fading car lights in the night, then turned to Sarah and Emily with a smile. "Looks like this turned out to be quite a profit," he said with a relaxed and content tone, seemingly having completely let go of the recent crisis.
Sarah, however, disagreed, rolling her eyes and speaking with a hint of helplessness and fatigue. "I really hope I didn't earn this money," her words revealed a sense of powerlessness about the recent events and a deep understanding of the cost behind the money.
The three of them slowly sat back at the clinic's door, quietly waiting for Douglas to finish treating Leo. The night breeze gently brought a slight chill, and the silence inside and outside the clinic brought an indescribable peace, but behind this peace was the ups and downs they had experienced.
As time passed by second by second, fatigue and heaviness made their eyelids heavier. In this quiet night, their thoughts gradually drifted away. Besides worrying about Leo's safety, they were also full of unknowns and contemplation about the future. In the deep night, Douglas's consulting room became a temporary resting place for them, waiting for the arrival of dawn.
In the half-asleep state, the three people were surrounded by the dim environment of the clinic, as if they were in a huge dream web, delicately weaving their sparse dreams into a complex picture. The air here is filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and alcohol, a unique scent that seems to be the soul of the clinic, deeply imprinted in every corner, invisibly becoming a part of their dreams. These stimulating scents constantly challenge their sense of smell, as if an invisible hand is trying to forcefully pull them back from the embrace of their dreams into the desolation of reality.
But fatigue and drowsiness are like a silent storm, engulfing the three of them under its rolling waves, making them powerless to resist this heavy drowsiness. In this somewhat uncomfortable environment, their bodies unexpectedly found a hint of tranquility, as if the chaotic sounds and pungent smells had turned into a lullaby, leading them into the gateway of dreams.
The dim and flickering light in the clinic cast blurry shadows as time passed. These shadows danced before their eyes, intertwining reality and dreams, bringing forth strange and magical scenes with each movement. On such nights, their thoughts scattered like dandelion seeds, wandering on the edge of reality and dreams, until exhaustion, like a heavy chain, firmly anchored their consciousness in the depths of dreamland.
In this ocean of dreams, every sound of a disinfectant bottle being gently placed, every drop of alcohol dripping from the bottle, became nodes in their dreams, weaving one enchanting yet somewhat melancholic story after another. In these stories, they either roamed among the stars, wandered in ancient forests, or sought lost civilizations in unknown worlds. But no matter where the dreams took them, these blurry shadows and mixed scents always accompanied them until, in the end, exhaustion completely submerged their consciousness, immersing them in the profound depths of the dream, free from any reality's constraints.
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