Chapter 128 18: Compatriots
After initial treatment by Dr. Victor, Abdul (later referred to as Abu) inexplicably became a "disaster victim", and was then arranged by Dr. Victor to take the opportunity. Go to a big hospital, where his mother's injuries can be better cared for.
Several nearby wards have been occupied by victims of the "Apartment Building No. 6" disaster.
It was only then that Abu found out.
His home is gone.
More broadly speaking, their homes are gone.
Many people had almost nothing, and now they have even lost their loved ones.
The cry kept lingering in his ears, and everyone was complaining about why fate was so unfair.
Abu did not join in, but looked at the red fruit in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Because his mother was seriously injured, she was placed in an intensive care unit with more professional care. He had no other choice but to pray.
Now he suspected that what he saw in Dr. Victor was an illusion, but where did this fruit with a special shape come from?
"Changing the status quo requires strength. How can this thing give me strength? Do you want to eat it?" Abu was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the mourning people, "And what do I want to change? Is it the scene in front of me? Or is it what I said at the time, mutual hatred?"
While he was thinking, there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps and some mixed words from the outside.
First, a few men in suits walked in, looked around with aura, and then stood in several corners of the ward, silently.
"Reporters, please give way - don't hinder the injured's rest."
"Excuse me, we will hold a press conference later."
Immediately afterwards, an unexpected guest came to this room, which was the ward where Abu was located.
This is the first time Ab has seen this big shot at such a close distance.
It seems that it is no different from others.
Olivier first said hello to everyone, and then came to the two most seriously injured people, chatting with them and constantly comforting them.
Later, I noticed a little boy who kept wiping his tears.
"Child, where are your adults?"
The little boy sobbed and lowered his head: "I couldn't come out."
The injured person on the side interrupted. : "He is the only one left in his family. Alas, how will he survive in the future."
"Yes, I guess I can only enter an orphanage."
"Those orphanages"
Olivier was silent for a few seconds, slowly stretched out his hands, hugged the little boy, patted his back gently, and said in his ear with a gentle voice:
“Child, listen to me, life is like the sea. No one knows what storms and storms you will encounter, but don’t forget that there are your compatriots in the sea. They will lend a helping hand when you need help. The helping hand, that brother, this uncle, and of course me, this useless old man, we are all your compatriots."
"Do you know why the sea is bitter? Because the sea will take away tears and everything will pass. Your strength is the best feedback to your parents. When you grow up and start a family of your own, I think your parents will also be very happy. ”
Ab looked at the scene in front of him and listened to Olivier's soft comfort to the little boy. Something in his heart seemed to be touched.
Yes.
This is what he wants.
Compatriots.
My fellow countrymen.
Ever since I was brought here as an immigrant, the feeling of being out of place has always lingered in my heart, and that cannot be solved through hard work.
He longs to be recognized and accepted, longs to be discriminated against without vulgar language, and longs to not be told "immigrants are like this" just because they have done something wrong.
"Maybe I can't do it, but this gentleman, he should be able to do it." Abu's voice can only be heard by himself.
At this moment, he seemed to have found the direction of life, a guiding light.
“Sir!”
When Olivier was about to leave, he couldn't help but said.
A few men in suits stared at him, vaguely wary.
Olivier turned around and smiled: "Young man, do you want to ask something?"
"I, I" Ab took a deep breath, "You said 'Hate will only bring destruction, and destruction will inevitably breed new hatred, and the entire country and the world will become a hotbed of revenge.'"
"Then how should we eliminate hatred?"
"Forgiveness, but not unconditional forgiveness. This is a very profound question. I have to go to the next ward. If you are interested, I will give a speech in the Tello Square the day after tomorrow. This topic will be mentioned at that time. You can watch it then. Watch the news." Olivier stepped forward, patted Ab on the shoulder, and then was about to turn around and leave. Then he seemed to remember something, took something out of his pocket and handed it to Ab.
"I recently designed a souvenir. This is a sample. Young man, you are the first, no, second winner, haha."
After that, he left. This ward.
With his departure, the ward became noisy again, but I don’t know if it was Ab’s misunderstanding. The ward now had more life than before the gentleman came.
Ab lowered his head and looked at the souvenir in his hand.
A simple iron tower shape, a bit like two people leaning foreheads against each other, holding hands, and the word "unity".
After condolences to the injured in several wards, Olivier received an urgent message and rushed back to the Palace of Dever without stopping.
In the conference room, there are all the dignitaries sitting.
The director of the Intelligence Bureau asked his subordinates to hand over the documents with the residual heat of the copy machine to the participants, while he stood on the podium and played a series of videos.
As the picture shakes, you can see that a suspected biological male whose face cannot be seen clearly jumped from a six-story building and landed steadily without any scratches. Two black men who were fleeing from the police were smashed together, unable to tell each other apart.
"There is no doubt that this is an extraordinary thing that has never appeared before."
"There are many similar videos, but without exception-"
"He is killing people. .”
“And they were all killed.”
Everyone looked at Olivier.
Olivier frowned and asked, "Has the behavioral trajectory been captured?"
"There are already new destination speculations, and extraordinary response forces have been deployed." The director replied.
"Since the other party chooses to kill directly, then we will eliminate them according to the highest threat." Olivier looked at the death toll and extinguished the possibility of active negotiation.
"Based on his scope of activities and the testimonies of survivors, we speculate that the earthquake collapse in the Building 6 area this morning may have something to do with him." The director released a bomb again.
What can make a building collapse is not a force that can be ignored.
If the other party touches here, every one of them will be buried.
"Find a way to track, kill, and intercept. The military will fully cooperate. Everyone activates the emergency office location. All meetings will be changed to online meetings for the time being." Olivier issued instructions one after another.
After the urgent meeting, the assistant asked anxiously: "Sir, should the speech the day after tomorrow be cancelled? I'm afraid that unknown transcendent is so targeted at immigrants."
"No, proceed as usual. "Olivier shook his head, "Seal down Tello Square and change the speech to a live broadcast. I will arrange to deploy the troops."
"If he comes, let him be my only live audience."< br>
Thanks to "Grain and Grass Hunter" for the second reward
(End of this chapter)