Chapter 387 Heartbreaking
In front of you is a dilapidated and desolate scene. Although they are also part of New York, they are two completely different worlds from Manhattan to Queens.
It's like falling from heaven to hell.
Dilapidated houses, incomplete brick walls, messy grass, needles and garbage everywhere, wastewater that has not been treated for a long time accumulated in a small puddle, and the dirty soil has become covered with moss , the abandoned houses don’t even have windows, but a few homeless people can still be seen building their own homes here.
It’s not hell, but it’s not far away.
The woman huddled up helplessly and in pain, but still refused to relax. She hugged the strong man's thigh with all her willpower, almost falling into coma, but clenched her teeth and kept shouting, over and over again.
"Run, Jack...run."
"Don't come back...don't..."
"Jack..."
She was shouting Then, the strong man seemed to be stimulated, and became more and more brutal. His fists the size of bowls hit the woman's back like a storm, so that the woman's shouts were intermittently broken, and her pain could be felt from her voice.
The boy fell into deep despair, his steps locked in place, and the fists stuffed in the pockets of his sports coat were clenched tightly.
He just shouted, with tears streaming down his face, "Stop. Please, stop!"
Anson was stunned, frozen in place, unable to move. ——
He saw himself.
The victims came to the door. They couldn't find their father, but they found him and his mother. They thought he was harboring his father and forced him to reveal his father's whereabouts.
But he didn't know, he really didn't know.
So they went crazy, crazy like losing their minds, first pushing and then clenching fists.
Subconsciously, he wanted to resist.
However, thinking of the harm their father had done to them, they finally loosened their clenched fists. If beating him could help them vent their anger, if beating him could atone a little bit, then, he So I took it upon myself.
In the chaos, no one knew who pushed him down, and then the punches and kicks rained down like a storm.
He could only curl up into a ball, hold his head tightly, grit his teeth and endure it silently.
Then he saw his mother coming back carrying a piece of tofu and a handful of vegetables.
"Run, Mom, run."
This was the only thought in his mind.
My mother seemed to be stunned. She stood there and looked at this scene in disbelief. She tried to call for help, but all she saw were strange and indifferent faces, staring expressionlessly. This scene before my eyes.
Finally, the tofu and vegetables fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.
My mother picked up a stone on the roadside and shouted heartbreakingly, "I will fight with you."
She seemed to be crazy, breaking into the crowd, ignoring He waved his arms and drove the crowd away irrationally, beating whoever he caught. He cleared a space with random beatings and held him tightly like that. He couldn't even cry, he just kept mumbling to himself. Saying.
“Don’t know, we really don’t know.”
Yet.
The crowd still did not vent their anger, and even the mother began to beat him, and fists and stampedes fell like a heavy rain.
They have no way to resist.
He tried to protect his mother, but there was no way to get up. His mother just held him like this, holding him with all her strength.
The blood-stained face in front of him just overlapped with the memory silently, firmly grasping Anson's ankle and freezing it in place.
The biting cold rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, causing numbness.
"Jack, run, run away."
However, the boy couldn't do it -
The strong man seemed to be stimulated, and beat the woman frantically, with a flash of light in his eyes The murderous, punching and kicking became more and more crazy.
Finally, the young man could no longer control himself. An unknown premonition firmly gripped Anson's heart: Don't.
Anson noticed that the fists in the young man's pocket began to tremble slightly, and a trace of resolute murderous intent flashed in his eyes. There was no despair or anger, only indomitable determination.
He knew this look, the look of death together.
Anson, "No!"
The next second, the boy took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the strong man.
Anson rushed forward and stood in front of the young man before he raised his pistol. His heart curled up in a ball, "No, Jack, no."
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The young man shook his head repeatedly and did not see Anson at all. He stared at the strong man and said, "It's over now. Let's make it over. We're all dead and clean. We don't have any worries anymore. In the next life, we don't want to meet again." ”
Not worth it.
Anson shook his head repeatedly.
He still has a bright future waiting in front of him. It is not worth spending his whole life for such a scumbag, and revenge should not come at such a price.
Once upon a time, Anson also thought about whether to just end everything? If he meets his father again, what kind of emotion will he feel? Will there be greater hatred or yearning? Did he want to hurt his father?
However, he had no answer.
Because he has never seen his father again, his memory has become weak, and he can no longer tell whether those memories are hatred or longing.
He chose to live, like a cockroach, persisting in the smelly ditch.
“Jack, look at me.”
“Hey, Jack!”
"Wake up, look at me, Jack, wake up, don't accompany yourself for such garbage, he's not worth it."
"Did you hear that? He's not worth it."
Again , again.
At this time, the strong man noticed this scene and laughed loudly with contempt, "Jack, shoot, pull the trigger, I bet you sissy doesn't dare."
"Haha, so, did you steal that gun from my drawer?"
"You have the courage to steal but don't have the courage to use it."
"How many months? Three months? Four months? You have had that gun for so long, and every night, I lie in front of you Wait, you don’t have the courage to pull the trigger. How many opportunities have you missed?”
“Shoot! I will drag you with me!” Hell! You better shoot as soon as possible, otherwise I will kill this trash. You and your mother should not be here."
"What? I just know that you don’t..."
Provocation, foul language, attack, contempt, disdain, all vented like a sudden storm.
The strong man saw that the boy's movements not only did not restrain him, but became more and more aggressive, as if he had seen the funniest scene in the world.
This made the young man fall into despair. He looked at Anson blankly, his eyes filled with tears, struggling and pulling, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Young man, smiled.
Because of the absurdity and the pain, that smile was so tragic and so decisive, as if it was laughing at the misery of fate, and at the same time it was laughing at its own stupidity.
A smile blooms like an epiphyllum, but after a short period of blooming, it uses up all its energy and will wither in the blink of an eye.
This smile grabbed Anson's heart, because it meant that the young man had nothing to lose and he had already made a decision.
Memory,
occupies the brain in an instant like a tide, dragging Anson into the darkness. All reason is completely broken, and there is only one thought.
“No.”
(End of this chapter)