Chapter 123 13: Big shot (Thirteenth update)
“.I understand, I understand the difficulties you are facing now, and we have not forgotten you! In the next term, we will strive for more equal treatment for you , more jobs, better education”
The northern residential area of District 17.
An originally empty venue, usually a gathering place for some artistic elements or people, was now turned into a lecture platform.
On the stage, an old man who looked casually dressed and could even be said to be at home was giving a speech using the simplest and most direct vocabulary and some body movements.
Off the field, at some key positions, many guards with live ammunition looked around warily.
In the open space, there are densely packed people standing there, some black and some white. Generally speaking, there are more black people.
Abdul was among them, and their whole family came.
Fahd was a little bored and seemed to be dozing off.
My mother was brought into the state by the speech and cheered with everyone from time to time.
Abdul responded somewhat perfunctorily. What happened last night affected his mood today and even for some time to come.
He actually doesn't quite understand. According to what his mother told him before, he shouldn't have any expectations for these big shots.
But now she is hopeful.
Forget it, don’t think about this anymore, I have time this afternoon, do you want to find something to do?
Just when he was thinking about whether to do odd jobs later, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
With his relatively decent height, he stood on tiptoes and could barely see what was happening in front of him.
The cause was a little black girl, holding a bouquet that was not new, maybe even stolen from someone’s yard, and wanted to get closer to the podium.
The guards nervously stopped her, telling her not to come any closer, and loudly asked her where her parents were. The muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, ready to fire at any time.
"Little girl, are these flowers for me?"
Olivier pushed aside the guard, walked up to the little girl with a kind smile, knelt down and asked .
Some girls who were at a loss looked around, pursed their lips and nodded: "Mom said you are a good person. I picked the flowers in the past few days. They were from the roadside, not stolen! Give them to you."
< br>Olivier smiled happily, took the flowers with one hand, and touched the girl's head with the other: "Do you mind if I pick you up and say hello to everyone?"
"Yes, you can hold me." The girl stumbled a bit when she spoke.
"Thank you, little angel." Olivier gently picked up the girl, with flowers in his left hand and the girl in his right. He walked back to the podium, raised the bouquet in his hand and shouted——
"This is the best gift I've ever received!"
After a few seconds of silence, the audience suddenly burst into applause and cheers and whistles continued.
Abdel and even Fahd had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and they couldn't help but applaud along with them.
Not far away, a pair of eyes retracted from Abdul's back and looked at the big shot on the podium. Gabriel tightened the hat on his head and resisted the urge to gag.
What a hypocritical and magnificent show, a clumsy and disgusting show.
The purpose of him coming here was just to confirm Abdul's family situation and confirm that he was not at home.
Not long after the speech started, he squeezed his way out of the crowd and left first.
Yesterday, he had observed the room number that Abdul lived in outside. Now is the time when there are least people in the apartment, which is convenient for his movement.
Walking to the apartment on foot, he was wearing an older piece of clothing and pretended to be hurrying up the stairs.
Not many people are interested in a bad old man like him, and the mobility in the slums is not small.
Join other gangs, offend people who cannot be offended, die in the alley and gutter, earn money and move out. The last one will make people laugh out loud.
And now most people have gone to listen to the speech.
It’s not that they like to listen, but they have something to get, even if it’s just some cheap daily consumables.
Arriving at Abdul's floor, Gabriel calmed down for a moment before taking out his cell phone and walking to the target room.
Then I took photos of the door lock from multiple angles.
The door locks of these slums are also the most common and cheapest, and you can even buy related "master keys".
He took pictures of all the room doors in this row. They all had similar styles. He put away his phone and walked down the stairs.
Although he did not achieve much in his life, it is not difficult to find a skilled locksmith.
A certain shop. ".I don't know what you want to use it for. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. I will not admit that these two keys came from me."
"No Question, I still need to learn how to unlock this door lock.”
".You have to pay extra."
"And try to make the manual hydraulic pliers as miniaturized as possible."
".This one is enough to deal with those safety chains."
Soon. Finally, in addition to the above, Gabriel returned home carrying a bunch of door locks of the same style.
He first tried the two master keys one by one to make sure they could be opened correctly.
Then use the iron wire to practice the quick lock opening technique according to the video.
After two days of practicing day and night, he was finally able to unlock the door in five seconds.
Well, it’s time.
"Old man, I got what you asked for. I hope I won't lose another old friend because of this."
"Some things are more important than living."
"I understand, I understand, cheers to this fucked up world and to those big guys who deserve to go to hell!"
On the river bank, the two old men each drank a bottle of beer and chatted in the evening breeze. After the past, we said goodbye to each other.
Gabriel walked home slowly, carrying a black schoolbag.
Slowly, as if he was enjoying his last journey home.
He returned to his home where he was alone and called the police officer who was following the case to inquire about the latest developments.
The latest news is that several suspects have been identified and will be asked to identify the voices after interrogation.
He put down the phone, took out two pistols with erased serial numbers from his schoolbag, sat in the empty living room, performed some unfamiliar maintenance, and then installed silencers.
"A miracle occurred at Mont Saint-Michel! The gate to heaven is right in front of you."
The TV broadcast that was originally just turned on as a background attracted his attention. He raised his head and watched. He was stunned by that holy picture.
"Caroline, will you be behind the door? Unfortunately, maybe I won't go to heaven."
The news from the Holy Mountain ended, and in the next picture, he saw the money-making customers holding girls and flowers, the cheering immigrants, and the host's continuous praise.
He had no expression on his face, casually opened the short video on his phone, and turned the volume up to the maximum.
Then he raised his gun and pointed it at the head of the man on the screen.
Puff bang.
The TV screen shattered.
"But I will take them to hell with me."
"Mom, tell me, can he fulfill his promise?"
"I don't care whether he can do it or not, at least he is on the right side. We are here to help us.”
“I think he looks quite sincere.”
The TV in Abdul’s house is not big, and the three of them sit on the stools where they usually eat. We sat in a row in the cramped living/dining room and watched the condolence news about Olivier on TV.
Although the place is small, it is quite cozy.
Abdel was a little hesitant at his mother's words.
He feels that the reason why the other party is on their side is because he is on the side of national interests.
Because this country needs a large number of cheaper labor to maintain operations.
But he did implement measures that benefit them, so it seems that Abdul has no reason to be unhappy.
Hope that they can really have a better tomorrow.
With expectations that even he felt were somewhat unrealistic, the Abdul family fell asleep.
(End of this chapter)