Bullets hit the walls, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the entire block.
Johnson was huddled behind a refrigerator, the boy's face stained with black and gray, and he was wearing something very out of place—a pink coat and woolen skirt, and a hairpin on his head.
He closed his eyes and breathed rapidly, looking like he was scared, and his body was shaking slightly.
The gunfire stopped, and Johnson was still huddled, the skirt peeking out from behind the refrigerator.
The sound of leather boots stepping on the rubble was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the refrigerator that Johnson was leaning against flew into the air, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, screaming in fear.
"Aha, look what I found, a little wild cat."
Johnson's reddish-brown hair was grown to the length of his ears. Because of malnutrition, he was very thin. He then covered part of his cheek with his hair, so that the face was only the size of a palm, covered with dust and blue eyes. full of fear.
A large rough hand grabbed "her" by the shoulder and lifted Johnson up.
He struggled like a girl, kicking, reaching out and trying to scratch.
A gun was held against his chest, and the other party maliciously used the steaming muzzle to rub the "girl"'s slightly curved chest through the clothes. The soft dented effect made the thugs very satisfied.
"Little feral cat, you're scared! Want to scream for your parents, your driver, your bodyguard?"
Johnson's clothes now are all designer clothes. He also put on a small platinum brooch and a string of pearl necklaces for himself. Now the brooch has been rudely pulled off, and the clothes are torn in a small hole.
Up close, Johnson saw the grim face of the gunman with a bald head and a beard.
Some of them are familiar, I have seen them on TV, the wanted list...
Discovering that the "girl" recognized himself, the thug was even more excited. He licked his lips, imagining how the little girl in his hand was screaming and screaming.
"You guys who grew up sitting on a pile of dollars, drinking red wine, driving a sports car, going out to seduce women and seduce men when you were teens, your parents are rich, no matter what mistakes you make, you can take care of them, Everyone else is rubbish... Little wild cat, you will soon become a toy for the rubbish!"
Johnson was pale, and he was strangled and dragged all the way out.
The dead bodies lay by the roadside, and screams continued from the rubble.
The wanted criminal whistled and brought the "trophy" to the intersection. There are dozens of fully armed power users, both men and women, wearing combat boots and holding submachine guns.
"Who asked you to bring people out, kill them."
"Play and kill." The thug touched Johnson's chest with his hand and bargained with his companions.
"You have to figure out what we are doing, an S-level ability user is hiding in this block..."
It was a woman speaking, angry, and looking at Johnson again with scrutiny.
The "girl" let out a humiliating, terrified weeping sound under the hands of the thugs, looking very pitiful.
There were so many people interested in "her" that one man even whistled.
"Just finish the business, the little wild cat can't wait."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's eyes: These people don't know what S-level ability users mean, but it's okay, anyway, they are desperadoes who can be bought with drugs and gold.
The woman made a gesture, and immediately someone pulled a man tied with a rope from a car behind.
"Are the snipers ready?"
"Yes, all in place."
"What about the anesthesia bomb?"
"Enough to make an elephant fall asleep. If our savior can't hold the drug and die suddenly, let him be unlucky!"
The hostage was dragged to the front, and several guns were pointed at his vital points.
"How much did you inject, do you want to kill people?"
"It was originally an addictive amount. Who knew that our big star had never even sipped marijuana. After injecting the new type of purification agent, his body reacted so much..."
"Okay! We have to control the target for a long time. If he dies too early, we will not live. The news of the S-level ability user was bought by our boss from the Holy Gate Organization. It is very valuable. Little Morenza, we must return to the real world alive before we can extort enough benefits from Wolf Morenza."
"No, Federico Morenza can't leave alive, you guys came to the United States, kill people and run away, Wolff's old wolf is not easy to mess with! Offending this godfather, we in the whole East The coast can't get along!"
The thugs who grabbed Johnson's shoulders also roared and objected: "Because this is the abandoned world, we agreed to this deal. Otherwise, if you give me tens of thousands of dollars more, I will not trouble Mr. Morenza's nephew!"
Facing the infighting, the woman hugged her arms and said disdainfully, "Wolf Morenza is just an ordinary person, he has not acquired supernatural powers, we already have powerful powers, we are the ones chosen by God, and you are still afraid of one The old godfather who should give way?"
"Shit, do you know how many people work for the Morenza family?" Someone shouted sarcastically, "You gangsters, why did the Holy Gate Organization sell you information because it doesn't want to offend Mr. Morenza! Kill someone. You have to shake it out, I can't buy any more arms on the east coast, all hotel resorts and even motel attendants will get my wanted photos, no black market, no casinos, street prostitutes Betray me! I can still make a living with the FBI, the only way for Wolf Morenza to kill is to escape to the western farm!"
"You can leave America." The woman said coldly.
Faced with a large number of guns, people like the bald head closed their mouths.
One side thought viciously to teach this group of Mexican drug dealers a lesson, while the other side sneered and tried to control Johnson Brown, the teenager's anger was always going to be vented, so let these guys go to see God.
The woman retreated to the rear, and the hostage taker immediately picked up the horn and shouted at the ruined block.
For a teenage boy, coercion and inducement first, and then using hostages to scare a few words, is basically enough.
The information bought from the Holy Gate Organization is that Federico Morenza took in the homeless savior boy, the halo of the Uranus superstar, it is easy for the boy to worship, and Federic is rich, even if he falls into the Abandoned World also has his uncle's men to help him and help him hide.
—However, not everyone is loyal to Mr. Morenza. Even if they are loyal, half a month after the abandonment of the world began, those drug addicts had no inventory and nowhere to buy. In the face of drugs, they did not hesitate to sell the fee. Derek.
Frederick, who went out to look for food, didn't come back. The savior boy must be in a hurry.
A smile appeared on the woman's face when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.
wind.
The black whirlwind blew everyone up and down, submachine gun bullets were fired indiscriminately, and people couldn't even open their eyes.
The wind formed a circle of shields around Federick, and all the incoming bullets were deflected. With such close-range precise control, before everyone could react, Johnson ran over and put Federick's arm on his shoulder with difficulty. .
After using the wind power to help reduce some of the weight, Johnson turned his head, he hesitated for less than ten seconds, and finally waved his hand, and several lightning bolts fell in the wind circle behind him.
The metal barrel conducts electricity, and there is a scream and a burning smell from the wind.
Johnson had run away with people.
The wind wiped the black ash from his face, Johnson's face was tense, he was still trembling slightly with fear, but his expression was firm.
The wind was able to transmit a distant voice to his ears, and Johnson heard the woman shout angrily and triumphantly, warning him that Federico Morenza would be addicted to drugs in two hours, and this new type of drug was only They only have what they have.
Johnson didn't look back.
Years of hardship taught Johnson that once he succumbed to drug dealers, casino men, and other coercors, he could only fall into a darker abyss from which he could never escape.
Johnson, an uncle of a gambler, had a lot of people trying to trick him into stealing and robbing. Many boys from his background went down this road, and eventually these boys went to prison, and after the adults with the stolen money ate and drank, they went to find the next poor child.
Leaving the thugs far behind and confirming the safety of the surroundings, Johnson chose a basement.
Federick wasn't shot, his injuries just looked serious, hit by a baseball bat or something hard, Johnson has experience caring for uncles of gamblers, and he dealt with those injuries quickly, but what about drugs? …
Johnson fidgeted.
Of course he knew that drug addicts couldn't see anything but drugs.
From the thug's conversation, Johnson heard that everything was because of himself again, and doubts grew in the boy's heart. He began to suspect the female teacher Katie and the lawyer Charlie, but Mr. Morenza...
At this time, Federik woke up. He instinctively wanted to stand up on the ground. After seeing Johnson's terrified face and the surrounding environment, he slowly lay down again. He had a splitting headache and stomach twitching. , Federico knew what happened after he was attacked.
"Come on."
"Mr. Morenza..."
"Remember my words, your name is Hurakan, and your future involves the fate of many people." Federic tried his best to make his voice clearer. He used the simplest sentence to describe the world as a book, What happens to the protagonist Johnson Brown is described again.
He does not comment on Johnson's life in the original book, nor does he comment on the choice of the savior, and there is no suggestion that you should not trust anyone in the future.
"That's what you should know."
After forcing to say these words, Federick's eyes darkened, he urged Johnson to leave, warning him: "The new drug's hallucinogenic effect is more obvious, I will become not me, everything is a monster, you can leave! "
Johnson was trembling with fright at the stern expression of his out-of-focus pupils.
A group of monsters attracted by high-level abilities quickly gathered outside the basement.
When Johnson heard the roar, he turned and ran out, and Federic was relieved. He lay on the cold and damp floor, and suddenly felt as if he had returned to the time before crossing.
Dilapidated house, seriously ill, a singer who can only compose but has an unsatisfactory voice, resides in a small bar, is an orphan, can't find a way out, and is destitute.
The first time he heard the interrogation that could be transmigrated in a dream, although he was almost out of food, he still had hope and a healthy body. He felt that it was absurd to transmigrate into the book "The Abandoned One", and then For a year, that voice did not appear again.
When he was suffering from illness, the person who stole his score started to hold a concert tour across the United States. When he was about to die, he heard that voice again. It was a consciousness. In order to live, he hesitated and agreed.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he had turned into a seven-year-old boy. He had been shot and covered in blood. The man who was holding the child crying looked at him in surprise. Before he could say anything, he fainted because of the injury...
Wolf's enemy, who shot and killed his family in revenge, only one survived, Wolf Morenza's nephew.
No, his nephew was long dead too.
How similar, that's also a basement.
Federick didn't understand why he was reborn in the boy's body, and the fatal wound healed quickly, but the boy's uncle was taken care of by him for more than a month because of his serious injuries.
A real child, of course, cannot take care of the wounded and then go begging and wait for relief to live.
Wolf's nephew died, and he was just a person who lived in place of this body. During the years when Wolf was prosperous, Federick did not ask him about everything, but was only responsible for bringing food home.
Later, he left Wolf Morenza early, because no matter who he was, he would not be happy to see a stealer, and now this life of stealing will come to an end.
There seemed to be bugs gnawing away at the pain of crawling all over the body, letting Federick know that a drug addiction had broken out.
He twisted and tumbled, screaming horribly, scratching the ground with his fingernails rolling, and banging his head against the wall. It was a battle of willpower, and the near-death pain he had forgotten for twenty years was now rolling on like a tidal wave.
Coma, wake up in pain, and coma again, again and again.
When Federick became conscious again, he felt that someone was feeding him water, and when he saw that he opened his eyes, the teenager was startled, and ran out like a cat for several meters, hiding in the corner and looking at him quietly, as if he was afraid that he would go crazy again.
"… "
Didn't you go
Federic twitched the corners of his mouth, and Johnson approached him cautiously, looking surprised: "Mr. Morenza, are you awake?"
"Those people?" In just three words, Federic struggled to say.
Johnson felt awkward and almost buried his head in his chest: "Dead...dead."
"you?"
Johnson nodded in panic. Those people followed the trail of the monster. He couldn't take Federick away, let alone lead the monster away, leaving Federick here alone.
Federic was a little absent-minded. It is so dangerous to abandon the world. The protagonist Johnson will one day become the person with the name of the god of hurricanes and thunderstorms. Of course, he will inevitably kill people, but knowing it and seeing it with his own eyes are completely different things.
"I, next time I..."
"Good boy, you're smart." Federico remembered the clothes Johnson wore when he came to his rescue.
He was an orphan who longed for praise and recognition, but never once. His blood-stained palms touched the dusty face of the boy, and Federick sighed in his heart.
Johnson seemed to be suddenly happy, and he ran to the side and took a white bra to Federic to see.
"I saw this thing called Magical Gathering on the infomercials Katie was watching, the model was a man with an A on the bust and there was a store down the block, and it took me ten minutes to figure out how to dress it, and sure enough not found."
"… "