Chapter 125 15: Heart Death (Fifteen Updates)
Hear what the other person said.
Abdel looked around blankly. The pain made his vision blurred, but it also made him extremely awake.
You can ask these questions in private, but you can ask them in front of everyone. If he dares to say it, then his family, even if they are lucky enough to survive, will definitely die tonight.
Faith in the slums is worthless, but faith is spoken everywhere. After all, whatever is lacking, the more emphasis must be placed on it.
He ignored Gabriel, endured the pain, and continued to crawl toward his mother who fell to the ground.
With the gun pointed at Abdul, Gabriel hesitated.
Once fired, there is no doubt that these people will be completely angered. The short period of targeted learning made him know that every slum has a boss, and no boss can tolerate such an old white man invading the territory. In-person murders occur.
He moved his gun, pointed it at the person on the stairs, and slowly approached, maintaining vigilance behind him and every door.
The best way for him now is to leave here first and then find an opportunity to deal with the Martin brothers.
Reason told him that what he had done by questioning him just now was stupid.
In one fell swoop, his purpose was exposed to everyone here, and Brother Martin must have been wary of it.
What's worse is that he knows that one of his guns was taken away by them.
So, he still had to prevent the other party from making a cold shot.
With great vigilance, and under the gloomy gaze of a group of immigrants, he went downstairs with difficulty.
A man obviously dressed as a boss was already waiting downstairs. He didn't say anything and just stared at the "local" in front of him who couldn't hide his old age.
“Get out of the way.”
Gabriel said solemnly.
The boss and several people blocked his way to leave.
The boss remained still and looked at him coldly. He even took a few steps forward and pressed his chest against the muzzle of the gun.
"You killed my people on my territory, and you just want to leave like this?"
"It was your people who killed my family first!" Gabriel's eyes were red, and the hand holding the gun was filled with excitement. She was shaking, as if she was about to go off accidentally.
The boss frowned and looked back at the subordinates behind him. They quickly shook their heads, indicating that it was not him who did it.
Seeing the desperation in the old man's eyes, the boss didn't know what he was thinking.
"Okay." After a moment of silence, the boss finally waved his hand and made way.
This surprised Gabriel a little, as he didn't know what kind of medicine the other party was selling.
“Aren’t you leaving?” asked the boss.
Gabriel said nothing, continued to point at the boss, and then slowly left, turning his body and backing up.
It wasn’t until he was about ten meters away and almost disappearing into darkness that he turned around and left.
Bang bang bang!
There was a gunshot immediately behind him.
The whizzing sound of bullets rang in my ears.
"Ah!"
With a scream, he was shot in the shoulder.
He continued to run forward, and finally reached his car. He had been shot again in the back, but the pain was temporarily suppressed under the stimulation of adrenaline.
He started the car and ran away in a panic.
Over at the apartment, the boss did not continue the pursuit. Instead, he put away his gun and looked at the stairs. People were carrying Abdul's family down.
"Dog Ya, drive over and take them to Dr. Victor."
"Yes, boss."
Looking at the blood all over his body, he held his mother tightly The boss walked up to Abdul, who was crying bitterly, and patted him gently on the shoulder.
Others step forward in turn and repeat the action.
The car came quickly, and everyone worked together to get the three people into the car. They watched the car's taillights dissipate into the night before gradually dispersing.
Gabriel felt like he was going to die.
He couldn't even hold the steering wheel firmly. After swaying several times, he rushed out of the road and drove into a grass forest.
Looking at the blood flowing from the wound, he seemed to see Caroline sitting in the passenger seat, looking at him with concern.
"It's okay, I haven't."
A strong feeling of dizziness came over me, and with a bang, the classic car hit an old tree and stalled.
But because the speed of the car was not fast, he did not suffer any impact injuries, and even the airbag was not activated.
It’s just that he felt so sleepy and wanted to sleep. "Go to sleep, why does my grandfather have to live with all this? I live a good life in heaven, very good."
"No, Caroline, that's a betrayal. What you protect betrayed you, our country, betrayed us"
"This is fusion"
"Oh cough cough , ho ho."
He failed, just like his failed life, this seemed to be his eternal theme.
Failed to save his wife.
He failed to persuade his son.
Failed to save his granddaughter.
Failed to complete the only revenge.
“What else can I do with this waste?”
He lay weakly on the steering wheel, sleepiness surged over him, he could no longer hold on, and slowly closed the door eyes.
But Gabriel didn't know that there was a person standing outside the car door at this time, looking at him quietly.
“I hope your obsession will not disappoint me.”
He stretched out his hand, the car window was randomly punctured like tofu, and placed a cute insect on the unconscious Gabrielle On your lips.
The bug crawled in through the unconsciously open mouth, twisted its buttocks, and soon disappeared.
Huh?
After a while, Shiraishihang felt that new abilities were being born.
【Death of Heart】
The sadder, the stronger.
[Magic Wand]
Summons a magic wand, which contains several good magics, but it needs to be recharged every time the energy bar is used up. If it is used forcefully, life force will be sacrificed as the price.
Pretty good ability.
Shiraishi Hang is not in a hurry to try it out, he still has a choice waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, your brother is too seriously injured. His heartbeat and breathing stopped before he was brought here. Moreover, your mother is in a very dangerous condition. I need to do my best to save her. Your wounds can only be temporary. Stop the bleeding and wait until I finish the operation on your mother.”
“Okay, thank you, Dr. Victor.”
Abdel was sitting in a local clinic. Sitting on the simple folding bed, staring at the floor in a daze.
Until now, he has not recovered from what happened tonight.
Fahd is dead.
My mother is critically ill.
He couldn't imagine what he would do with the rest of his life if his mother also left him.
He has never tasted the feeling of being alone, nor does he want to taste it.
In the quiet "ward", a voice suddenly sounded from beside him.
"Who do you think is responsible for your tragedy?"
Abdel looked blankly and saw an old Asian man with white hair sitting next to him. The simple hospital bed looked at himself with a gentle smile.
Wasn’t he the only one in this ward just now?
After his brain ran through it slowly, he slowly shook his head and said in a dry tone: "I don't know."
"How come you don't know? Whoever hurt you is the one who caused it, isn't it?" the Asian old man asked in a tone that seemed to be a bit puzzled.
When Abdul heard this, he shook his head instinctively, his eyes dim: "Hate brings only destruction, and destruction will inevitably breed new hatred, and the entire country and the world will become a hotbed of revenge. ."
After speaking, he reluctantly moved his lips and pretended to smile: "I heard this from a big shot and I think it makes sense, and it is similar to what my mother once warned me."
After hearing this, the Asian old man looked at him carefully for a while, his eyes were a bit like a farmer checking the meat yield of piglets.
"What you think is a little different from what I think. But if you try to change the status quo, power is essential. Eat it, and you may be able to have such power." Finally, the Asian old man Nodding thoughtfully, he took out a red fruit, took Abdul's hand, and placed it in his blood-stained palm.
"This - huh?"
How could Abdul accept such an inexplicable thing? Just as he was about to stuff the thing back, he looked up, only to find that the other person had disappeared.
He looked around, and he was indeed the only one around him. Even the door of the clinic did not open.
He slowly lowered his head, looked at the red fruit in his hand, and fell into deep thought.
(End of this chapter)