The sharp phone ring sounded like a desperate witch screaming in the fire. The thin quilt on the bed in the small bedroom was lifted up. A man who looked to be in his forties walked to the living room and answered the phone. About Less than a minute later I returned to the bedroom and started getting dressed.
The wife who was also awakened looked at her husband who was changing clothes, frowned and asked, "Are you going out?"
The man hummed, and without any pause in his movements, he quickly put on the new set of clothes that he had barely worn before, took a deep breath in the mirror, and exhaled slowly.
The wife looked at her husband who was a little worried, and after thinking about it, she asked, "Is it dangerous?"
The man turned around and smiled, "No, honey, I'm just going to deliver the goods."
The woman stopped talking, lay down again, and asked her husband to bring her some breakfast if she came back late. She didn't want to make breakfast in the morning.
The man nodded in agreement and quickly left the bedroom. Standing at the entrance, he put everything he had brought with him inside the door, including the keys to his home.
Hearing the slight sound of the door closing, my wife, who seemed to be asleep again, suddenly sat up and stared blankly at the dark ceiling, as if waiting for something.
This man was a member of the local Order of the Gods and he once had two children, a boy and a girl.
At that time, his family lived in the most remote area of the lower city, and he relied on finding some scattered jobs in the society to support his family.
The economy at that time was not prosperous enough, and there were not that many jobs in the city. Even if there were, those employers did not want their employees to be Guarts. They preferred Ogdin people, so at that time he could only reluctantly The family members are barely fed and clothed.
If nothing unexpected happens, his life may continue to be like a pool of stagnant water until the economy begins to take off in the past few years and a large number of job vacancies appear in society.
Not to mention the Guarts, employers would hire even a working orangutan, but the accident still happened.
That day he went out to look for part-time workers, leaving behind a fourteen-year-old boy and a thirteen-year-old girl at home. His wife found a temporary job doing laundry and left home, leaving only two children at home. Then, disaster has arrived.
A group of local gang members suddenly showed up in downtown looking for someone. When they discovered that the man's home contained only two children, they forced their way in.
They plundered the three yuan left at home and then targeted the girl.
Young girls can often be sold for a good price. For human traffickers, girls do not have ethnic issues. As long as they are girls, as long as they are young enough, and as long as they are not particularly ugly, they are walking currency.
In order to protect his sister, the boy picked up a kitchen knife and fought with these gang members. But how could a teenage boy be the opponent of a group of gang members
The boy was stabbed more than a dozen times and fell in a pool of blood, and the girl was also taken away by the gang members.
The man and his wife who came back at night saw this scene and heard the whole process being told. They went crazy and asked for help everywhere.
But everyone is suffering, who can save them
They soon heard about an organization called the Hometown Association in the next city. It was an organization of the Guart people. It was like a great home. Everyone was a member of the family and they would selflessly help others. .
With the last bit of hope, the couple traveled more than 50 kilometers overnight, found the hometown association after dawn, and explained their situation.
The man still remembered that it only took three days for his daughter to appear in front of him. Although she encountered some doomsday experiences, luckily she was still alive. As long as she was alive, there would be hope.
The next night, he was taken to the suburbs, where more than 40 gang members prayed for his children with blood and howling souls. At that moment, he suddenly realized something, and then joined the hometown association, Become the most pious people.
Six years later, no one had ever contacted him to tell him something needed to be done, but right now, someone told him they needed him.
There is no timidity or fear in his heart, only a feeling of pilgrimage. After receiving help from others, he can also help others and do something for others to the best of his ability to repay the guilt and debt of receiving their selfless help. , he was very satisfied.
There was a faint smile hidden in his calm expression that he didn't notice. He walked to the designated place, took a key from a mailbox, then turned around, opened the door of the large truck next to him, and started it... .
At the same time, the two cars following Dufo followed unhurriedly. The road became more and more remote, and the traffic on the road also decreased a lot.
One of the cars sped up, passed Dover's car and left at the next intersection in an attempt to confuse the person being followed.
After circling a few times, the car appeared behind Dufer's vehicle. It was dark and the license plate could not be seen clearly, let alone the people in the car. No one knew that this car was the previous car.
Seeing that the three cars had left the city circle, the surrounding buildings had become low and sparse, the air was filled with the smell of rotten soil, and large areas of farmland that had just begun to be planted appeared in the dark night scene.
At this moment, a large truck with no headlights turned on bumped and rushed towards the second car behind Dufo.
There was a loud bang, and the people in the first car looked back in horror at the car that was squeezed by the large truck against the telephone pole on the roadside and had been broken from it. Everyone was stunned by this scene.
The big truck turned on its headlights at some point, and the man took out a bottle of high-strength liquor from under the seat, drank it in tons and tons, and even spilled some in the car.
His work is done.
He silently took out the necklace that had been hanging around his neck. There was a pendant, the oval-shaped pendant that was very popular in the past, and a small photo could be placed inside.
He opened the pendant, and there were photos of his two children on the left and right. He suddenly burst into tears silently and burst out uncontrollably.
He thought of the children lying motionless in a pool of blood. He always smiled and said that he would find a good job in the future to provide for them in their old age.
Then I remembered the daughter who had been looking forward to having a floral skirt for herself, but in the end she never wore a floral skirt until she committed suicide by jumping off a building.
He held the pendant tightly in his palm and swayed slightly back and forth. A man who had never shed a tear at the funerals of his two children was crying and apologizing at the same time.
"sorry!"
At this time, two more vehicles appeared from another road, sandwiching another tracking vehicle one on the left and one on the right.
Four gun barrels protruded from the rolled-down window, and the following vehicle quickly came to a stop.
The two people in the car were pushed into other cars, and then a young man who had been waiting on the roadside for a long time got into the tracking car and stepped on the power pedal in the opposite direction...
Not long after Dufo arrived at the racecourse, two guys wearing black hoods and their hands tied behind their backs were also brought.
A group of people entered the fodder warehouse of the racecourse. Dufo found two chairs for them to sit down, turned on the lights, took off the hoods on their heads, revealed a solemn face, and said in a deep voice, "Good evening. Gentlemen!"
(End of chapter)