Apple City, McPherson House.
As a fairly successful businessman, the McPherson family has already entered the middle class. As a husband and father, McPherson is proud to help his wife and daughter live a better life through his own efforts.
It has been like this for more than ten years, until three months ago...
His daughter is missing!
A trip to Cherry City made his daughter disappear.
Immediately, McPherson called the police and rushed to Cherry City.
But, nothing.
Even, three months have passed, and there is no news from her own daughter.
This made McPherson desperate.
But he didn't dare to reveal a little bit.
Because he knew that his wife was even more desperate than himself.
At this time, he is her reliance.
Once he also showed despair, the whole family would be ruined.
Therefore, he encourages his wife every day.
Sadness, remorse, is only revealed when no one is looking.
Why
Why can't he go with his daughter
Why is he so busy
Every time he blamed himself, Macpherson was heartbroken.
Today is no exception.
Before dawn, McPherson quietly left the bedroom and entered the study. His head was dull, his eyes were out of focus, and he sat there blankly.
He didn't wake up until the sun was shining on him and the nanny was busy with breakfast.
Crack, crack.
Raising his hand and patting his cheek gently, McPherson dispelled the negative emotions on his face, and he kept himself smiling.
He is going to see his wife.
And at this moment—
Drip, drop.
The fax machine rang.
McPherson was taken aback.
After his daughter disappeared, he handed over the company's business to his deputy, and devoted himself to finding her daughter's whereabouts and accompanying his wife. The fax machine did not ring for a long time.
With a bit of curiosity, McPherson looked at the paper spit out by the fax.
When he saw the above content clearly, McPherson's face, which was trying to keep a smile, was completely distorted.
Anger flooded the face of the husband and father.
"Cherry City?"
"Big man?"
"Emmaud?"
McPherson gritted his teeth, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.
He almost subconsciously picked up the shotgun in the study cabinet.
He wished he could kill these people one by one.
However, the remaining reason told him that he couldn't be so impulsive.
He is too weak alone.
He needs to unite more people.
And this is not difficult. After his daughter disappeared, McPherson was looking for her daughter, only to find that the missing girls from Apple City to Cherry City were not only his daughter, but many others.
Naturally, the families united.
There are many people and great strength.
This is the consensus of all.
Some of these families have also made some terrible statements, but many families do not want to believe it.
And now
Looking at the names on it, McPherson went straight to the phone.
What should be faced must be faced, isn't it
He now only hopes that his daughter, and more girls, are safe and sound.
As for those people
He's going to send these bastards to hell!
He swears!
…
Pineapple City's Boyka is sober again from his hangover.
Subconsciously, he touched the wine bottle.
He doesn't want to be sober, he just wants to be drunk.
Because, only in this way, can he forget the pain of losing his daughter.
That is his daughter.
his only daughter.
His only relative.
After losing his daughter, he felt that his world had collapsed.
get drunk!
get drunk!
Get drunk and forget everything!
Thinking like this, Boyka unscrewed the cork, but just as he was about to drink up the wine in the bottle, the door was pushed open with a 'bang', and a middle-aged man ran in.
"Stop drinking!"
"There is news about Duda and Cora."
Duda, the daughter of Boyka.
Cora, the middle-aged man's daughter.
When the two went to Cherry City together a month ago, they disappeared together.
"What?"
"What did you say old Cora?"
Boyka dropped the bottle and grabbed his old friend's arm.
"look by youself!"
Old Cora handed the fax to Old Tal.
Lowering his head, he rubbed his blurred vision. When Boyka saw clearly what was written on it, his face quickly flushed red, and a look of ferocity appeared in his eyes.
"Don't be impulsive, we need to contact more people."
"do you know?"
Old Cora persuaded his old friend.
"Ok, I know."
"You go to contact other people, and I'll go and wake myself up."
Boyka said and walked to the bathroom.
The old Cora looked at his old friend who was vigorously washing him, without any hesitation, he turned and ran outside.
He wants to inform more people.
Amidst the footsteps of his old friend going away, Boyka raised his head, and he looked at his dejected self in the mirror.
"I've let you down again!"
"Sorry, this is the last time!"
Boyka whispered, and he began to clean his beard and hair with a razor, and he tore off his dirty pajamas, revealing a surprisingly hardcover body.
Especially on both shoulders, there is an eight-pointed star tattoo on each side.
On the outer tiger head muscle and both arms, there are a series of tattoos like coils of wire.
On the left side of the chest, there is a dot in a circle that seems to be drawn casually.
The eight-pointed star on both shoulders comes from his former organization.
The outer tiger head muscles and the wire tattoos on his arms are the last thing he wants to recall, prison life.
Chest tattoo
Those were the habits and techniques he acquired during the prison life he least wanted to recall.
The former is contempt.
The latter is... the Master Fighter.
Boyka's palm covers his chest tattoo.
He took a deep breath.
He had vowed never to use excessive force again.
but…
Someone always pushes him!
Why is there always someone forcing him!
He just hopes to spend the rest of his life in peace and stability!
Since you have broken my life, I will give an eye for an eye and an eye for an eye!
Boyka, who made up his mind, had a real light in his eyes.
He raised his fist and hit the wall of the bathroom.
boom!
Amidst the muffled sound, the tiled bathroom wall shattered directly, revealing a bag inside. Boyka took out the bag, patted the dust on it, and pulled it straight away.
Old-fashioned brown jacket, stained T-shirt and trousers, and… bloody boxer bandages.
Boyka picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.
His eyes grew colder.
Like a drawn sword.
The next moment, he put on the T-shirt, trousers, and then put on the old-fashioned jacket, and walked straight out.
wait
He can't wait.
He's going to send those bastards to hell with his own hands.
…
Time is the best healer.
I don't know who said this sentence.
But to Sheldon, that sentence is bullshit.
His wife was killed and his daughter disappeared. For Sheldon, time has long been a poison.
Every day that passes, the toxicity becomes heavier.
He lived like a walking dead, if not for finding his daughter as a belief, he would have killed himself already.
And now
He looked at the fax in his hand, and he wept.
"wait for me!"
"I am coming!"
"Dad is here!"
With such words, Sheldon walked into the basement.
This used to be his laboratory.
It had been his interest.
Only after his wife was killed and his daughter disappeared, the research project here changed.
become dangerous and deadly.
…
Cherry City, where Hunter lives.
David and Hunter sent out faxes.
These faxes were sent to the parents of the missing girls.
They are very clear that relying on their own strength can't fight against those big shots in Cherry City. Only by gathering more people can it be possible to fight against them.
The number of missing girls is in the hundreds, spread across several cities around Cherry City.
From the morning to the afternoon, the two of them were busy.
And the fax machine that Hunter just bought was already hot.
"Is there still going on?"
Hunter pointed to the fax addresses of major newspapers and TV stations including Cherry City, Apple City, and Pineapple City.
It was clear that the young man didn't trust the media.
Because, he has seen too many times, the face of these media.
It really made him sick.
"Um."
"This thing needs more attention!"
"Otherwise, although relying on those parents alone will cause some waves, they will eventually disappear without a trace."
David nodded vigorously.
This is the way he came up with, which is not the way.
Although the gathered parents are powerful, their enemies are even stronger.
Some necessary support is required.
otherwise…
It will still fail!
David knew very well what those big shots would do when they were cornered.
It was as if he knew what they would face after these faxes were sent out.
The eyes and ears of those big men are extraordinary.
In other words, those who want to get close to the big shots will definitely tip off the news.
About ten minutes
five minutes
In a shorter time, they will become the target of public criticism.
Squeak, squeak.
Send out a copy of the fax.
David took out several slices of toast and two cartons of milk from the refrigerator, and shared the food with Hunter without heating them.
Their time is running out.
After the two quickly finished eating, David kept the notebook close to his body.
Hunter checked the pistol's cartridges.
Then, the two walked out.
They need to temporarily hide for a period of time until the final assembly.
Of course, this is the best result.
In fact, just as David was driving off the corner of the street—
boom!
A car crashed straight into the door of David's car, drove the car at full speed, and pushed David's car against the wall on one side.
The airbag exploded directly.
By the time David and Hunter came back to their senses, a group of strong men in black suits had already surrounded them and raised their guns.
David had a wry smile on his face.
Although it was expected, these people came faster than he imagined.
Moreover, the other party had no intention of talking at all.
It's just to silence.
"Feel sorry."
David once again apologized to his partner.
"It's okay, I chose it myself."
Hunter shrugged.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then, draw your guns at the same time.
It is not the habit of the two of them to sit and wait.
Even if you die, you have to fight back.
David and Hunter drew their guns very quickly, but they were still no match for those black suits who had already made aiming postures.
These people were about to pull the trigger immediately, turning David and Hunter into a hornet's nest.
But someone is faster—
Bi!