Chapter 451: Three-Day Crisis (4)

Early the next morning, when John went to pick up his son from his parents' house, he could only tell her that his injuries were caused by a fight with a guy who called Laura a murderer. X

When his mother began to advise him not to ruin his current life for Laura's sake.

He couldn't help but start a fire, and with his son, it was like leaving immediately.

John knew that his mother only cared about him and didn't want him to continue to torture himself because of Laura's affairs, but he couldn't convince himself that he really wanted to give up the woman he loved.

As he turned and walked out of his parents' house, John said to his mother, "I just think that all who love her should always be convinced that she is sinless." That's all. ”

When he took his son and drove the car to leave, his son sat in the back seat and suddenly asked him, "You beat him hard, right?"

Looking at the anticipation in his son's eyes, John knew that he hadn't really forgotten Laura and his mother.

When visiting Laura, the son is just expressing his dissatisfaction with this adult world in his own way.

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For the next few days, John remained on the streets of the suburbs of Pittsburgh, looking for all the places where he could buy a fake passport.

It's a pity that he has no access and experience at all, so he can only run into walls everywhere.

One night, my son had just fallen asleep when there was a soft knock on the back door of the house.

He looked through the glass on the door and saw a Mexican standing in the doorway.

He immediately walked into the living room, grabbed a baseball bat, and then walked to the door, and gently opened the door a crack.

"Who are you?" asked John warily.

He is no longer the mere school professor.

The Mexican said in stiff English: "I was at Raphael's Bar the other day and saw that you wanted to buy a passport and a driver's license, right?"

John's vigilance did not notice it, he did not dare to speak, for fear that the other party was talking nonsense, staring at the Mexican with questioning eyes.

"Idiot, I'm deaf, and although I didn't stand next to you at the time, I could read lips. The Mexican quickly saw what John was thinking, and immediately explained.

John looked at him seriously, although he had the intention to keep this Mexican out, but he was already at the end of his rope and was unwilling to give up any opportunity.

After thinking about it, he put down the baseball bat in his hand, walked outside the door, and looked around carefully, there was no one else.

The Mexican looked at him and asked, "Tell me specifically, what you want." ”

With a little hope, John replied, "I want three passports, a driver's license, and a social security number to get through security." ”

The Mexican stared at his lips for a moment, then replied, "Yes, for $3,700." ”

John thought that he only had 6,000 in savings left, and couldn't help but retort: "It's too expensive." ”

The Mexican laughed and replied, "If you can't get something, you'll spend more, am I right?"

From John's eyes, the Mexican could see that the other party had agreed to his offer.

So he said, "Give me your picture and pay $1,000 in cash." ”

John knew he had to take the risk, or he might never get what he wanted.

He walked back to the house and took out the ID photos of the family of three that he had prepared long ago, as well as $1,000 in cash.

Cautiously walked out of the room and handed it to the Mexican.

The Mexicans counted the money and left a sentence: "I'll bring it to you next Wednesday." ”

Turn around and get out of here.

John grabbed him by the arm and whispered, "Don't come to my house." ”

He was afraid that the frequent presence of strangers in his neighborhood would make his neighbors suspicious.

The Mexican smiled appreciatively, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, next Wednesday, under that overpass, near the parking lot on Aiteke Street." At two o'clock in the afternoon, we met there on time.

If the time comes, and I don't show up, you get out of there right away. ”

With that, he turned and walked out of John's yard, got on his motorcycle, and disappeared around the corner.

John walked into the house and didn't feel comfortable returning to the living room until the Mexican was far away.

At this moment, the roar of a motorcycle engine sounded outside the main entrance.

Another Mexican, riding a motorcycle, ran away.

Only then did he know that the Mexican just now was not very comfortable with him.

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The staff of the real estate agency asked Laura to sign her name on the sales contract and put her fingerprint on it.

John looked at his beloved woman and asked with a smile, "Aren't you worried that after I sell the house, I will take it and run away, and you will never find me again?"

"I believe in you more than I believe in myself. Laura smiled bitterly, stroked John's hair, and said distressedly: "How did you get yourself, how did you get these injuries on your face?"

"I can't do anything without you. Not even a good bike. Injuries sustained when they fell to the ground. John looked deeply at his lover and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm going to sell our house, and the family needs a lot of money now, and I really can't help it." ”

Laura took a deep breath and forced a smile, "It's okay. I'm just worried that I'll never be able to imagine you and my son in the future.

In prison, every time I closed my eyes, I could see my son lying in his bedroom and you lying on the couch by the window.

I can no longer imagine you doing all kinds of things in the house where we lived for so many years. ”

In the visitation area of the prison, John looked at his wife and had a thousand words in his heart, but he did not dare to say a word.

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From the moment he walked out of prison, John finally made up his mind that he must save his wife because there would never be a second woman in the world who could spend the rest of her life with him.

After making up his mind, he immediately found a gun shop in the suburbs and spent $500 on an unnumbered black gun.

Below, the things he has to face are absolutely hellish difficulties for a powerless literati like him.

He must never again wander around unarmed as he did the last time he went to buy a passport and driver's license.

Especially next Wednesday, when the deal with the Mexican is agreed, no one can guarantee whether the other party will really give him what he wants.

Maybe the other party just wants to 'eat black', or fool themselves with fake things.

At that time, you can also have a weapon and rely on to fight back, so as not to suffer too much.

Time flew by, and finally the day came when John made an appointment with the Mexican.

He took money and a gun and drove to the agreed location.

Sitting in the car, silently praying in his heart that this time the deal would go smoothly and get what he really wanted.

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