I DON'T THINK EVEN THE BOSS OF A THING LIKE KRIS**K5 WILL NOTICE HIM. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But he saw it, and he closed his mouth and got out of the way, which made me feel a little strange and uneasy.

The concept gun itself has a different pattern, not to mention being disguised as such a model, which only hurts people, not kills.

"Can you get out of the way?"

He was stunned, and waved his hand again and again: "Please, please ....."

Not even happy to say thank you, I calmed myself down and walked out step by step. Like a thorn in a man, like a bone in a throat. I admit that sometimes I care more about other people's opinions.

Idea. I also know that this is not good, after all, the difficulty of making everyone happy is simply to get officials to be free of corruption. However, this may allow me to better grasp the direction of the situation and see people's hearts in detail.

It's annoying to live and not for others to see! I'm almost speechless about my temper. Thinking about it like this, I unconsciously walked out of the straight road, and sometimes I just want to make my isolated and helpless self feel at ease.

Around the corner is the junction, and there are many children in tattered clothes, holding pots and begging. Because they have no value to withhold, utilize, the supervisors here do not waste precious food to feed these non-laborers. However, what can such an eleven or twelve-year-old child do?

Without the protection of their parents, what can these children do? No culture, no strength, no technology. They can only beg on the streets like this, everyone is nervous, who cares about them?

"Sister, okay, sister, okay."

"Okay, sister, okay."

"Sister, a good person, have a safe life."

As soon as I approached, they bent their knees one by one, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed for a bite of food. The older children dragged the ignorant children and knelt on the ground one by one. A slightly older child suddenly rushed over, and my body's conditioned reflex automatically responded, cutting off the knife and falling over the shoulder and back. One foot stepped on a young man with black mud on his face.

"Don't!" A group of black kids rushed up and hugged my legs.

"Let go! Otherwise, he would have died here now! I pointed a gun at his chest. The way they looked at me, I will never forget. It's like the hawkers who have been taken into their stalls, the hawkers who have been beaten, and their children look at the eyes of the chengguan.

The children scattered one after another, like little beasts that had been provoked. After all, he is still a child, so he is easy to get angry, easy to be upset, and easy to complain.

It is precisely because of this that they are hope. A silent world where no one speaks is the world of adults.

"No one can get something for nothing, so don't expect the sympathy of others to keep you alive in this cruel place. Tell me, how did you find me? What exactly is the purpose! "There are a lot of people who have just walked from this side, and I don't see them so persistent.

These children squatting on the side of the street are most likely the eyes and ears of some people. Natalie Portman can be a killer at the age of 12, and what does it mean to be an informant at the age of eleven.

"Take your legs away." The boy on the ground struggled to sit up, and I felt a sigh in my heart, I didn't want to hurt him, but I had a lot of strength......

I looked at him for two seconds, carefully removed my feet, stood still, and waited for him to speak.

"Because they didn't take you away....." He stuck out his head and glanced at the men carefully, quickly retracting his head. "He's not a good guy, but I'm afraid you'......"

"So what." I'm holding the usual Lorock, because the surveillance there is relatively dense just now, so I can't hold a weapon. Civilians are not allowed to carry guns in the security zone, and I just walked around, not wanting to attract attention.

"So, so I'm willing to help you, please save us." He gasped for air, his thin arms protruding from his joints, and his thin clothes wrapped around his ribs. On his feet was a pair of open-mouthed cotton slippers, which were so dirty that they couldn't be seen in their original appearance.

Don't be soft-hearted! Can't be merciful! Don't cry! Don't be out of nowhere!

I had a minute and didn't make any movement. I hate watching things like this the most, and I can't wait to take them all home, teach them well, and raise them well! Eat me all to be fat! Someone bullied, directly report the name of Lao Tzu,-who dares to bully!

But I can't.

I can't afford it, I can't do it. Let others not be merciful, but you can't see such a scene. But I'm not God. I can't protect them like flowers in a greenhouse, society is forcing people to grow, and I can't afford to build walls.

"Don't be unproductive with me! It's better to ask for others than for yourself! I don't believe so many of you don't have the ability to get food. I said coldly.

"We don't! He, they robbed us of the rations we had worked so hard to get! "A girl yelled at me, crying and her face was dripping, and muddy water was dripping down her chin.

"Say, what's going on?" I frowned.

"This is the border of Area G, and there is a large area of undeveloped places, I heard, I heard that there is a core underground!" A skinny child said with a hand as thin as a rod over his mouth.

"By the way, what does he do?" I pointed there.

He stretched out his hand with a resolute expression: "Half a steamed bun is a secret." ”

"Hmph." I laughed, "Yes, but wait until you're done." "This little devil is smart.

"No! One hand to eat and one hand to give you news. He shook his head vigorously, refusing.

I pretended to pout more than half of the white-flour steamed buns from my bag and threw them to him. When he saw what he was eating, his hands trembled a little, and he ran to the other side of the road with a puff of smoke.

I didn't chase it, but walked over slowly step by step to see what he wanted to do.

If he takes the steamed bun and runs away, it means that he is suitable to be a politician and a liar. If he comes back immediately, it means that he is suitable to be a soldier, and if he gets back two steamed buns, it means that he is suitable for business.

However, he gave a skinny child, skinny and bony, but with a large belly, obvious symptoms of hydroascites.

"Who is he?" I stood behind him and watched as he broke the steamed buns into small pieces and carefully fed the sick children. The children around him watched him eat, envious, but restrained.

"My brother."

I don't know the future of this child who may die, and I don't know if he will be the future president of the country.

"Come with me to do something, half a day, I'll save him if it's done."

When he heard this, his body was obviously stunned, the movements in his hands stiffened, and the steamed buns fell to the ground. The children around him seemed to have blown up, and the whole atmosphere suddenly became like a powder keg, which exploded at one point.

"He's not going with you! You're dead to this heart! Old woman! The flowery-faced girl who had just cried was about to rush out when she heard this, but was stopped by several boys beside her.

Old woman, if I was a little moved before, now I'm really angry. (Good work does not explain ~~)