Chapter 700 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light III
The sky in the Level I quarantine area is low, the clouds are thick, and the rain is pattering on the dilapidated buildings, as if crying for this abandoned area. .
The air is filled with a moist smell. Under the dilapidated awning, the accumulated water has gathered into a shallow puddle. It sways slightly and reflects the decorative lights on the broken floor not far away, forming a colorful streamer.
Those lights that are not extinguished appear soft and dreamy through the filter of rain, rendering this already dead neighborhood like a flowing watercolor painting, hazy and with a strange sense of beauty.
On the street in the distance, a black car drove quietly. The rain slid down the roof of the car, and the car lights penetrated a blurry beam of light in the rain and fog.
The wheels of the car shone with a silver metallic sheen, making a slight sound of water as it rolled over the slippery road in the rain.
The car slowly stopped at the edge of the dilapidated isolation area. The rainwater slid down the car window, reflecting the dim light outside the window.
The appearance of the car is clean and simple, and the paint shimmers under the rain curtain, seeming to blend in with the rainy world, low-key and solemn.
In the driver's seat, a young man held the steering wheel tightly.
His face is covered with freckles, and there is a pair of horse ears on the top of his head, which tremble slightly as the car stops.
He wears a simple and formal coat with the collar turned up high, and a silver badge on his left chest. The pattern of the badge is an abstract image of horse ears and human hands interlocking.
A slender woman sat in the back seat.
Her uniform is well-tailored, outlining a pair of toned and capable lines. Her eyes are deep, showing a cold dark blue, and her eyes reveal perseverance and coldness.
The golden hair was tied into a tight ponytail, exposing the line of her neck - if you look closely, you will find a faint azure luster on her neck, as if embedded with crystals Texture, that is an early symptom of mineral sickness.
She said nothing, with a determined face, looking through the car window at this quarantine area full of barrenness and despair.
In the awning, the ears of Lina and her friends suddenly stood up, like frightened little beasts.
They heard the sound of a vehicle's engine.
A moment of alertness caused them all to stop and look into the distance.
The sound of rain rang softly in the ears. The children's eyes passed through the rain curtain, and the sound of vehicles in the distance gradually became clearer.
A black car slowly drove into sight. The rain hit the windows, blurring its outline, but it was familiar enough to these children.
Their eyes gradually changed from the initial vigilance and fear to excitement, like prey suddenly discovering a familiar protector.
"It's Ms. Sophia, the people from the Pseudoman Sports Alliance are here!" Someone among Lina's friends shouted excitedly, with uncontrollable joy in his voice.
After the car stopped, Tom, the freckled young man who was driving, poked his head out of the car window and said jokingly to the children:
"Sister, it seems we have found another group of people coming out of school. The little carrot head who didn’t go home honestly.”
His voice was a bit teasing, and he glanced at Lina who was hiding in the crowd, “Hey, the little girl from the Hart family is here too. Huh? I guess you secretly took that old man of yours to watch the racing girl, right? If he finds out, hey, little girl, you’ll be scolded.”
When Lina heard Tom's words, she lowered her head shyly and clenched the card in her hand tightly.
There was a hint of guilt on her face, but her expectant eyes were still staring at the projection of Jockey Girl playing on the Zeppelin.
The door of the back seat opened slightly, and Sophia Williams stepped out.
Her tall figure looked particularly tall in the rain, and her stern face softened a bit at the moment. When she looked at the children, she felt as warm as a big sister next door.
"Just wait here."
She carried the gun case with the folding gun on her back, walked steadily, and said briefly to Tom:
"This time I will personally talk to the people from the Workers' Federation about what happened today."
< br>Frecked young man Tom frowned slightly and asked with some worry:
"Are you sure about this person? The four rangers under the fat-headed big-eared pig and the person who liberated the sound of hoofs..."
Before he finished speaking, Sophia had already picked up a black umbrella from the car. After opening the umbrella, she said calmly:
"The Neutrality Federation has informed me that the hounds of the Cultural Committee have evacuated the quarantine area, and today's blockade has been lifted, so you don't have to worry about this. As for the sound of liberation hooves... If Mikhail García wants to kill me, he I will come over and do it myself."
Sofia's tone was calm and somewhat confident, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.
She smiled slightly and added in a relaxed tone:
"Actually, I hope to see him again - to see with my own eyes what our former colleagues and current enemies have become. What kind of monster."
After saying that, she walked towards the children in the rain. The smile under the umbrella was warm and firm, like a harbor in the storm.
When the children saw Sophia approaching, they immediately swarmed up and shouted her name excitedly.
"Ms. Sophia, what delicious food did you bring this time?"
"I heard you brought a lot of candies last time. Have you brought them to us today?"
“Do you have any new stories to tell us?”
“Where are the clothes you promised to bring us last time? That beautiful coat!”
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Each child's words were filled with childish excitement and dependence, and their eyes shone with unreserved trust in Sophia.
With a warm smile on her face, Sophia responded to each child's questions one by one.
"Candies have been delivered to the supply area. Today there are not only candies, but also some new clothes and books."
"I will tell the story next time. Your mission today It’s time to go home for dinner, hurry up, don’t get caught in the rain outside.”
She smiled and patted a few naughty children on the head, her tone soft, but revealing tender care:
"Hurry to the supply area, get your things and go home as soon as possible. Don't let your family worry. Remember?"
"Remember, ma'am!" the children responded in unison, waving their umbrellas happily , jumping and running towards the supply area, gradually disappearing in the rain.
Sofia watched them off until the last child left.
Her smile faded slightly, and then she turned her head and focused her eyes on Lina, who was standing aside a little shyly, holding the card.
"You are still such a ghost." Sophia smiled, stretched out her index finger and lightly poked Lina's forehead, and joked, "You are silent because you know that I am going to find you. Dad, you want me to cover for you, right?”
Lina, who had seen through her thoughts, smiled sheepishly, then naturally took Sophia's hand, looked up at her, and said as if to change the subject:
"You must be here again this time. Are you talking to dad about commonplace things like suppressants, district promotion, employment, or horse racing girls? You always argue for a long time, and I can memorize your conversations."
Sofia couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. She said in a voice, with a bit of endearment in her eyes:
"This time is different from the past."
She lowered her head slightly, with a hint of depth in her eyes, and her voice became slightly deeper.
Lina raised her head, looked up at Sophia's cheek, and noticed that the other party showed a rare complex expression that she had never seen before - mixed with worry, calmness, and a bit of secret nervousness.
This expression made Lina a little uneasy, and she couldn't help but ask:
"What's the difference?"
Sofia patted the back of Lina's hand gently. , her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and then she whispered:
"The new district of Manhattan is going to change."
This sentence seemed particularly heavy in the silence of the rain, bringing with it some indescribable premonition.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the fine raindrops hit the awning diagonally like silk threads, making a slight knocking sound. There is a moist atmosphere in the air, and the streets are slightly shiny under the wash of rain.
“Change?”
Lina tilted her head, with confusion and confusion in her tone. She did not fully understand what Sophia said.
Sophia Williams looked down at the little girl in her hand. After a moment of silence, a complicated expression appeared on her face.
She raised her head and looked at the distant sky, where the projection of the horse racing on the Zeppelin was still flashing, but it seemed so distant and unfamiliar.
Her expression gradually became solemn, as if the storm in front of her brought an uneasy future.
She lowered her head again, gently held Lina's hand, her tone was firm but gentle:
"Lena, you only need to know one thing - no matter what happens, no matter what happens, No matter what happens, the Pseudoman Movement Alliance and I will stand in front of you and protect you."
"No one can hurt you."
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at the gun box behind her. The weapon decorated with runes and crystals lay quietly inside.
She clenched her hands slowly, then raised her head, her eyes as firm as iron, and said in a solemn tone:
"I promise you this in the name of 'Morning Light'."
After saying that, Sophia raised the umbrella above her head, looked down at Lina slightly, her eyes softened a little.
Lina was still a little confused, but she felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Ms. Sophia always gives people a very handsome feeling now, well... even more handsome than Miss Alicia of "Silver Moon Hoof" during the competition!
The little girl thought in her heart.
Sofia didn't say anything more, she just held Lina's little hand tightly and turned around and walked into the rain.
The figures of the two people gradually blurred in the rain.
Under the umbrella.
Their figures slowly merged into the spreading rain and mist.
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04:25PM. Weather/light rain
Manhattan New Area·JH District.
This area is close to the port, and its name sounds like a peaceful and peaceful place, but it is actually a desolate area on the edge of the city.
Far away from the bustling and political center of Manhattan, this place is considered one of the isolation places for "infected people".
The headquarters of the Neutrality Federation is located in this remote corner. There are no high-rise buildings around the building, only some low and dilapidated warehouses and factory buildings.
Several deserted streets extend to the port. The wheels of the occasional passing truck roll over the waterlogged road, making bursts of harsh sounds.
The Neutral Federation is one of the few private organizations among the infected.
It maintains a nominal cooperative relationship with the federal government, but it is also deliberately marginalized because of the identity of these people infected with "uncanny hoof disease".
Although JH District sounds like a peaceful place, in fact, it is an isolation zone deliberately arranged by federal politicians to isolate infected people from the center of Manhattan and away from the political circle and the public eye.
Although the infected people have officially recognized identities on the surface, there is still obvious discrimination and injustice behind them.
Nevertheless, the face of this area has quietly changed in recent months.
The rapid construction trend of the new world is sweeping across, and some creative and futuristic buildings begin to appear here.
Emerging buildings such as towering skyscrapers, glass-covered plazas, mechanical sculptures, and biomechanical-style laboratories have given this originally quiet and desolate area a brand new look.
These unique buildings form a strong contrast with the old factory warehouses, bringing a sense of contradiction in time.
These new buildings have attracted the attention of more and more investors and developers, and some powerful guys within the federal government have also begun to make crooked ideas.
Although they have never explicitly stated their support for the rights of infected people, the development potential of this land makes them covet.
The place that was originally regarded as a place of abandonment has now become a new hunting ground for capital operations.
Directly in front of the headquarters of the Infected Neutral Federation, several new speed-style buildings formed a sharp contrast with the old buildings of the Federation.
The headquarters of the federation is an old building that has been eroded by time, with mottled marks on the outer wall still visible.
The sign at the door swayed in the wind, engraved with the words "Infected Neutral Federation". Although the handwriting was clear, it gave off a sense of isolation and helplessness.
Inside the federation, the atmosphere was equally dull and tense. Although they have nominally joined the government system, they have been unable to truly integrate into the mainstream political circle.
Many infected people are still forced to live on the margins of society, unable to receive the respect and rights they deserve.
The current situation is becoming increasingly complex, and the federal government's coveting of this area has made the members of the Federation even more vigilant.
In the office of the president of the federation.
Fifty-two-year-old Selina Lockhart sat behind her simple but neat desk, her eyes cold and solemn.
President Selena’s appearance is unique, and the typical equine features are particularly obvious on her body: her horse ears poke out from her silver-gray hair, and her tail is elegantly ponytailed; Although she looks nearly fifty years old, her figure still retains the unique strength and agility of people infected with odd hoof disease, especially her leg muscles, which appear tough and powerful after years of training.
The old president is an acquired infection of benign strange hoof disease, which gives her stronger endurance than ordinary people, but it also becomes a sign that she is out of tune with society.
In front of her, there were several documents marked "top secret" stacked up. The thick stack of papers looked extremely heavy, and each one recorded chilling facts.
The handwriting on the document is clear and the paper is thick. It seems that every second these words exist, they will become a trigger for social unrest. Selina knew very well that once these reports were leaked, violent conflicts between infected people and humans would break out.
The numbers in the first reported incident report pierced her heart, and a trace of sadness and anger flashed in Selina's eyes.
An indiscriminate attack in Zone G of the Level I quarantine zone for infected people resulted in five deaths, 20 serious injuries, and the destruction of housing and infrastructure. Witnesses described the "Rangers" of the Cultural Committee armed with heavy weapons. Innocent infected people are shot.
"Shut up forever", these cold lines lingered in Selena's mind, and she clenched her fists.
Houses were set on fire and residents lost their homes, which was undoubtedly a death sentence for the entire community.
Her eyes moved to another, more disturbing report, about multiple kidnappings and disappearances in the quarantine area.
This kind of horrific planned violence is not just one attack after another, but also specifically targets those infected leaders and activists who dare to speak out and oppose government policies.
Aya - she remembered this name, the brave girl who protested against the segregation policy, and now there is no news from her.
Selena opened the third report, and the content also chilled her.
Equipment at the processing plant in Area E Industrial Zone was looted, workers were beaten, and losses of millions brought the entire community to the brink of economic collapse.
The robbery and destruction of the black market in Area C has deprived the infected of their only way to obtain medical supplies and daily necessities.
The last report pierced Selina's heart like a cold needle.
Forced labor, extremely harsh conditions, and many infected people were taken away and never heard from again. The existence of the "slave market" has become a dark reality that infected people cannot escape.
This is not the first time that she has faced such a thing.
But every time, Selina knew that the living space of the infected was being eroded little by little.
This time, the situation may be even more dangerous.
She closed her eyes and inadvertently grabbed a pen on the table with her fingers. The pen tip gently poked the table, as if she could hear the wood squeaking slightly.
Among the four social groups dominated by people infected with equine oddfoot disease, the Infected Persons Neutral Federation has always been regarded as the most "cowardly" existence.
They try to remain neutral between infected people and normal humans. They do not want to be involved in any confrontation with extreme forces, nor do they want to have a head-on conflict with the government.
Compared with other organizations for people living with HIV, they are more willing to promote the integration of people living with HIV into society through pragmatic cooperation. However, this neutral stance makes their position within the infected group particularly awkward.
The Pseudoman Movement Alliance, Liberation Hooves, the Neutral Federation for Infected Persons, and the Infected Workers Federation—these four organizations represent the four social groups of people infected with equine oddfoot disease.
Each group has its own goals.
Puppet Sports League.
This is a moderate organization that advocates equal rights for HIV-infected people and is committed to promoting social acceptance of HIV-positive people through legal means.
This organization is composed of a group of infected people with high aberration rate but good education and social status. They hope to fight for the equal rights of infected people in society through public dialogue, protests and legislative promotion. The sound of liberating hooves.
It is a radical organization of infected persons that is extremely opposed to the Edici government and horse racing, and advocates fighting for the rights of infected persons through violent resistance and acts of destruction.
They believe that any peaceful means are futile, and that only by attacking the core structures of government and society can the fate of the infected be truly changed.
Infected Workers Federation.
As the name suggests, this is an organization composed of workers, manual laborers and grassroots workers, mainly composed of infected people who are forced to do low-paying, dangerous or strenuous work inside and outside quarantine areas.
Their goal is to fight for the rights and interests of infected people in the working environment, as well as better wages and working conditions through strikes, protests, marches and other means.
Infected Person Neutrality Federation.
A group that tries to maintain a neutral attitude between infected people and normal humans. They advocate avoiding confrontation with any extreme forces and do not want to directly conflict with the government.
They believe that through neutral stance and pragmatic cooperation, infected people can gradually integrate into society without turning to violence or fierce resistance.
The four groups represent the four main social groups of people with [Perissophthia].
You must know that infections caused by oddfoot disease are divided into various types, such as congenital and acquired, benign and malignant.
People with mild congenital abnormalities usually come from infected families, and their parents or ancestors are all infected. This infection is passed down within the family, and they have known since childhood that they are different from ordinary humans, so they have a firmer sense of their identity.
Sometimes, they have an extremely contradictory relationship with normal human society - the macro question of whether pseudo-human beings belong to the human group has been discussed countless times. Even the Kingdom of Heaven has internal opinions on the pseudo-human group. There are different opinions.
A group of people with acquired mild aberrations. These people were originally ordinary humans who became infected during sudden infection events.
They usually experience great psychological impact. Their originally peaceful lives are broken by the infection, and their social relationships and careers are also affected.
People with mild acquired deformities often have a difficult time accepting their new identities.
They may deny or hide their aberrations at the beginning and try to return to their original lives, but social rejection forces them to eventually face reality.
Selina Lockhart, as the president of the Neutral Federation, is exactly such an acquired infection.
Her horse ears, pony tail and strong leg muscles all show her deformity, but she still retains her inner self-identity as an ordinary human being.
Like her, many people in the Neutral Federation find it difficult to fully accept the fact that they are out of touch with society. Therefore, the "fragility" of this organization is particularly prominent.
In the eyes of other infected organizations, this moderation and cowardice of the Neutral Federation is a manifestation of "compromise", and has even been called a "traitor" by the Liberation Hoof.
The moderates of the Puppet Movement Alliance are also dissatisfied with them, believing that the neutral federation does not have the courage to promote real change.
Even among the infected, many young members have gradually lost confidence in the federation and turned to groups that are more active in fighting, especially when they see that the government has done nothing and other groups have made some progress in their struggles. situation.
These contradictions and pressures have made it extremely difficult for the leadership of the Neutral Federation.
They worked hard to maintain the neutrality of the group, but they clearly realized that the patience of the infected was running out, and their own original beliefs were beginning to falter.
External oppression and internal divisions have put the Neutrality Federation into unprecedented difficulties.
What Selena faces every day is not only government suppression and social discrimination, but also doubts and opposition from the infected.
As the president, she tries to maintain a balance between various interests, but such a balance is obviously becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.
President Selina Lockhart sat in her office, the thick top-secret document in front of her like a cold stone, pressing on her heart.
Her fingers gently slid across the document cover, and an extremely cold feeling spread throughout her body along her fingertips, making her shiver.
These files contain countless horrific truths - the ravages of the Rangers, the disappearances in the community, and the plundering of the infected's property, all of which were like sharp knives piercing her heart.
But even so, Selena once again made the familiar but painful decision-she must hide these secrets, deal with these problems, and prevent them from exploding.
【Stability must be greater than anything else! 】
She clutched the document tightly and felt her heart aching.
Whenever she made such a timid decision, the stinging feeling was like a cry from the depths of her conscience, reminding her that she was turning her back on something important.
However, there is no turning back from this road.
As the president of the Neutral Federation, her responsibility is not only to lead, but also to protect those infected groups who no longer have the power to protect themselves.
And she believes that only through stability and compromise can infected people gradually integrate into this cruel society.
She reminded herself repeatedly in her mind: stability is more important than anything else.
This is her philosophy, and it is the belief that has supported her to this day.
She always told herself that the turning point between infected people and human society was close at hand.
And the key to all this has appeared - the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord of Hell's Kitchen.
She firmly believes that it is the great man who founded the Authority who can truly break this dilemma and bring about a new dawn.
The management authority established by Angel has long been the key to breaking the situation in her heart.
It is not just a huge government agency, but a symbol, a link that allows infected people to re-establish relationships with normal humans.
Selena believes that all her efforts, all her compromises and forbearance are for the arrival of this moment.
The cause she has done for the infected community, the conscience she carries, and even those suffocating choices are all waiting for an opportunity to intervene like the Fourth Sword Bearer in Heaven.
She has found a way for infected people to survive and be accepted in this hostile society.
And she believed that the Authority was that path.
Not only that, racetrack competition is also a breakthrough for her.
She has always believed that horse racing is more than just a competition, it represents communication and understanding between infected people and human society.
She watched the infected players fighting on the track, gradually eliminating the barriers with humans, and society's perception of them was also undergoing subtle changes.
This is the result of Selina's long-term policy promotion (at least she really thinks so), and it is also her unremitting belief that infected people do not need to fight for their rights through violence, but by showing their strength , perseverance and courage to win the respect of society.
She is convinced that all this is the result of her efforts.
Through competition, the infected make humans realize that they are not just "alien", but also a part of society that cannot be ignored.
Every competition held is proof of her years of enduring humiliation and hardship. The torture of conscience that kept her awake at night now seemed to be all for the victory of this moment.
“Everything I did was right.”
Selena murmured softly, holding the heavy document tightly in her hand, as if it was the only thing that supported her to this day. power.
Then, her eyes turned involuntarily to the screen on the wall, where a horse racing competition was being broadcast - [Silver Moon Hoof·Alicia].
That has always been her "pride".
Alicia, the name that once made her feel a mixture of joy and pain deep in her heart.
Outsiders don’t know that Selena’s life is not the “success and tenacity” it seems on the surface.
She once had a brief marriage to a normal human being.
This marriage does not have much emotion, but is more based on political and interest considerations. The two have a tacit understanding of each other and each gets what they need.
The marriage ended quickly, leaving almost no traces worth remembering.
However, this marriage brought her a complicated "gift" - her daughter, Alicia.
A child who was born with a congenital hooves infection.
She once felt pain, fear, and even hatred for Alicia, because she knew the world's attitude towards children like Alicia.
She is afraid that this child will become a huge obstacle in her career and life.
But as time went by, Alicia's existence became her biggest driving force.
So, she found another reason for her cowardice: she wanted to use all her efforts to change this society, to fight for Alicia, and for all infected people, to fight for a more upright life. world.
Selena's eyes gradually became dull. She was immersed in the game on the screen, and the sound of Silver Moon's hooves echoed throughout the office.
Alicia on the screen is like a silver lightning, running hard on the track, showing her dazzling talent and will.
Selena looked at this scene, and there was an unspeakable complex emotion in her heart - it was her mother's pride, and it was also the pain caused by a secret that had never been made public.
"Didi-di~~~"
"Didi-di~~~"
"Didi-di~~~"
Just as she was immersed in this emotion Suddenly, there was a rapid beeping sound in the office.
Selena was slightly startled, her eyes slowly moved away from the screen and turned to the source of the sound, her pupils shrinking slightly.
Before she could react, a huge explosion suddenly tore apart the tranquility.
“Boom——————!”
The shock wave of the explosion instantly swallowed up the office she was in. The windows and walls were shattered by the violent air waves, and the whole room was plunged into flames. and in black smoke.
Documents, tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with thick smoke and the hot smell of fire.
When the staff outside finally rushed into the office that was engulfed in flames, what they saw was a horrifying sight:
The desk had been reduced to a burning pile of rubble, and the room was filled with the smell of burning and broken debris. And among the debris, there lay a body that had been blown to pieces.
Selina Lockhart, the president of the Infected Neutral Federation who once insisted on "stability above all else".
Half of her body was blown to pieces, and the remaining limbs were scattered in the burning flames.
The screen in the office is still on, but the competition on the track has nothing to do with this hellish scene.
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04:40PM. Weather/Heavy rain.
Beyond the chaos after the explosion of the Neutral Federation, a black Maybach drove quietly over the viaduct, and the rain splashed by the wheels caused ripples around the car.
The Maybach decelerated quickly and slid into a hidden parking space. There were still water droplets on the car body that had not dispersed from the high-speed driving. It looked cold and solemn in the rain.
In the car, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat. His black hair was of medium length, tied back casually, a bit rough, and he had a tired but determined look on his face.
His eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of imperceptible sharpness.
He answered the phone, and after a few seconds of silence, he responded in a low voice:
"I know, you did a good job."
In his words With a hint of tiredness, but also with unconcealable anger.
He hung up the phone quickly, as if one more word would make him completely lose control.
Sitting in the passenger seat was a green-haired girl, scantily clad, with shiny nose and earrings, full of rebellious and unruly vibes.
She asked with a slightly teasing tone:
"It seems Selena is dead, what happens next? What do you plan to do next?"
The man did not He turned to look at her, still staring ahead.
The raindrops outside the car window hit the glass like bullets, and everything outside seemed to be isolated from the tense atmosphere inside the car.
The green-haired girl couldn't help but smile and continued to test: "Stop pretending, you know we can't stop. However, the adult in Hell's Kitchen has decided to-"
He hasn't said anything yet After finishing, Mikhail Garcia turned back sharply, his eyes showing almost uncontrollable anger and hatred, like a beast forced into a desperate situation.
"Do you know how Assis died?" His voice was low, but every word was as sharp as a blade, piercing people's hearts.
The green-haired girl was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.
Assis, who is it?
She seemed unfamiliar with the name, but she felt the strong emotion in his words.
Mikhail did not stop and continued to speak, with anger and pain that could not be concealed in his tone.
"Assis, he originally had everything - he was talented and capable, and he had even passed the qualifications as a lawyer in human society. He just wanted to use his own abilities to prove that he was different from the so-called 'normal' people It's no different."
"But those damn bastards don't think so."
His voice gradually became deeper, filled with suppressed anger and pain.
"They caught him and tortured him, not even for revenge, not for so-called justice - just to satisfy their morbid curiosity. Do you know what questions they asked?"
Mihai Er sneered, a crazy light flashing in his eyes.
"They wanted to know whether Assis's genitals were the same as those of ordinary humans. They tortured him and abused him for this question, and finally... they got the answer."
Girl His eyes were wide open, as if shocked by this crazy story.
Mikhail's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but the anger and hatred were bone-piercingly clear.
"They hung Assis and used his genitals as bait... to fish."
He gritted his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "They took a man His life and dignity were used as a tool for their entertainment."
Mikhail took a deep breath and held the steering wheel tightly with his hands, his knuckles turning white.
“If you want to hear such stories, I have many more, and they are all different.”
Mikhail’s voice gradually became hoarse, the flames of anger His eyes were burning and his chest was heaving violently. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He punched the dashboard in the car and roared:
"What was the Kingdom of Heaven doing when we hypocrites were being bullied?!
Where were these so-called 'angels'? When Assis was being tortured and killed by those beasts, where were the angels?!
They are high up, overlooking all living things, but when innocent people are suffering and blood is flowing, who will save us!"
"When Assis is hanged and trampled as a plaything? , where is the so-called justice?
They keep saying they want to protect order and maintain peace, but what’s the result? ”
"There are also those other persecuted people who were captured, killed, and even traded as slaves. Where are the angels?! Where is the Kingdom of Heaven?!"
He paused suddenly, his eyes filled with tears. With a light of unyielding and anger, like a beast forced into a desperate situation, he gritted his teeth in a low voice and said:
"What about the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven? What has he changed? He is just the same as the Kingdom of Heaven. Those selfish guys are just like those 'human supremacists' - they are all cold-blooded animals!"
The air in the car seemed to freeze instantly, and the green-haired girl couldn't laugh anymore, Mi. Hail's expression gradually turned calm.
The only sound left in the entire carriage was the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, like a lament for the dead.
"So, you think I can stop?"
Mikhail Garcia asked coldly, with endless pain and hatred in his tone.