Bullets hit the walls, and the smell of gunsmoke filled the entire block.

Johnson was cowered behind a refrigerator, the boy's face stained with black and gray stains, and he was dressed in very unfashionable clothes—a pink jacket and a woolen skirt, and a hairpin on his head.

He closed his eyes, breathed heavily, looked scared, and trembled slightly.

The whispering stopped, and Johnson was still cowering there, his skirt peeking out from behind the refrigerator.

The sound of leather boots stomping on the rubble was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the refrigerator that Johnson was leaning on flew up in the air, and he fell to the ground with a wolf to the ground, letting out a scream of fear.

"Aha, look what I found, a little wild cat."

Johnson's reddish-brown hair was ear-length, and he was thin because of malnutrition, and he covered part of his cheeks with his hair, so that the face was only the size of a palm, and the wolf was covered with dust, and his blue eyes were wet and full of fear.

A large, gruff hand grabbed "her" by the shoulder and lifted Johnson up.

He struggled like a girl, kicking, reaching out and trying to scratch.

A gun pressed against his chest, and the other party maliciously used the steaming muzzle of the gun to rub the slightly curved breasts of the "girl" through the clothes, and the soft dent effect made the thugs very satisfied.

"Little wild cat, I'm scared! Want to scream and shout your parents, your driver, your bodyguard? ”

Johnson's clothes are all famous brands now, and he also wears himself a small platinum brooch and a string of pearl necklaces, and now the brooch has been rudely pulled off, and the clothes are torn into a small hole.

Up close, Johnson saw the hideous face of the gunman's bald head and beard.

Some are familiar, seen on TV, wanted......

The thug was even more excited when he found that the "girl" recognized him, and he licked his lips, imagining what it would be like for the little girl in his hand to scream.

"You guys who grew up sitting in piles of dollars, drinking red wine, driving sports cars, going out as teenagers to hook up with women and seducing men, your parents have money, they can carry it for you no matter what mistakes you make, everyone else is garbage...... Little Wildcat, you're going to be turned into a trash-guy toy in no time! ”

Johnson's face was pale, he was strangled by the neck and dragged all the way out.

Bodies of those who had been shot and killed lay on the side of the road, and screams were constantly coming from the rubble.

The wanted criminals whistled and brought the "trophies" to the intersection, where there were dozens of heavily armed Adepts, both men and women, with combat boots on their feet and charging in their hands. Gun.

"Whoever told you to take people out, kill."

"Kill if you play." The thug touched Johnson's chest with his hand and bargained with his companions.

"You're going to figure out what we're doing, an S-class adept is hiding in this neighborhood......"

It was a woman who spoke, angry, and looked at Johnson with scrutinizing eyes.

The "girl" sobbed in humiliation and fear under the hands of the thugs, looking very pitiful.

There were many people interested in "her", and one man even whistled.

"Get done quickly, the little wildcat can't wait."

There was a hint of mockery in the woman's eyes: these people didn't know what S-class abilities meant, but it was okay, they were all poisonous anyway. Outlaws that can be bought with gold.

The woman gestured, and immediately someone dragged out a man tied with a rope from a car behind.

"Are the snipers ready?"

"Yes, all in place."

"Where's the tranquilizer?"

"It's enough to put an elephant to sleep, and if our savior can't survive the effects of the medicine and dies suddenly, even if he is unlucky!"

The hostage was dragged to the front, several guns pointed at his vital points, his mouth was blocked by a dirty towel, his body and limbs were marked by beatings, his pupils were dilated, and his lips were black.

"How many injections, do you want to kill people?"

"It was originally an addictive amount, but who knew that our big star would be even bigger. I haven't knocked the hemp before, and after injecting the new purifier, the body reacts so much......"

"That's it! We have to control the target for a long time, and if he dies too early, we will not live. The news of the S-class Adeptus was bought by our boss from the Holy Gate Organization, and it is worth a lot of money, this little Mr. Morenza must return to the real world alive before we can get the news from Wolf. Morenza extorted enough benefits there. ”

"No, Federico. Morensa can't leave alive, you guys come to the United States, kill someone and run, Wolfe's old wolf is not easy to mess with! Offend this godfather, and we can't get along on the entire East Coast! ”

The thug who grabbed Johnson's shoulder also roared in opposition: "Because this is the abandoned world, we agreed to this business, otherwise if you give me tens of thousands of dollars more, I won't trouble Mr. Morenza's nephew!" ”

Faced with infighting, the woman folded her arms and said disdainfully: "Wolf. Morensa is just an ordinary man, he has not gained powers, we already have great power, we are God's chosen ones, and you are still afraid of an old godfather who should give way? ”

"*, do you know how many people work for the Morenza family?" Someone shouted, "You Mexican corn guys, why would the Holy Gate sell you information, because it doesn't want to offend Mr. Morenza!" Forget it if you kill someone. You're going to have to shake it out, I can't buy arms on the East Coast anymore, all the hotel resorts and even motel attendants will get my wanted photos, you can't go to the black market, you can't go to casinos, street prostitutes. Women will betray me! I can still mess around with the FBI, Wolf. The only way for Morensa to kill is to flee to the western farms! ”

"You can leave the United States." The woman said coldly.

Faced with a large number of guns, such a bald man kept his mouth shut.

One side is viciously trying to poison this group of Mexicans. Selling a little lesson, the other party sneered and wanted to accuse Johnson. After Brown, the boy's anger was always vented, so let these guys go to God.

The woman retreated to the rear, and the hostage-taker immediately picked up a bullhorn and shouted into the ruined neighborhood.

Teenage boys, first coercion and temptation, and then use hostages to scare a few words, it is basically enough.

The information bought from the Holy Gate was Federico. Morensa took in the homeless savior teenager, the aura of the Uranus superstar, which was easy for the teenager to worship, plus Federico was rich, even if he fell into the abandoned world, his uncle's men would help him and help him hide.

However, not everyone is loyal to Mr. Morenza, even if they are, half a month after the abandonment of the world, the stock of those drug addicts is gone, and there is nowhere to buy them. In front of them, they did not hesitate to betray Federico.

Federico, who had gone out in search of food, had not returned, and the savior boy must have been in a hurry.

As soon as a smile appeared on the woman's face, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Wind.

The black whirlwind blew everyone staggering and rushing. Bullets from the spears were fired indiscriminately, and people couldn't even open their eyes.

The wind formed a circle of shields around Federik, and all the bullets fired were out of direction, so precise control at close range, before everyone could react, Johnson ran over and put Federico's arm on his shoulder.

After using his wind ability to help reduce some of the weight, Johnson turned his head, hesitated for less than ten seconds, and finally waved his hand, and several lightning bolts fell from the wind circle behind him.

The metal barrel conducts electricity, and the wind hears screams and the smell of burning.

Johnson had already run away with the people.

The wind wiped the black ash off his face, and Johnson's face was tense, and he still trembled slightly with fear, but his expression was firm.

The wind could reach him a small sound in the distance, and Johnson heard the woman scream angrily and triumphantly, warning him that Federico. Two hours later Morenza will have a drug addiction that kicks in. The product is only available in their hands.

Johnson didn't look back.

Years of hardship have taught Johnson that once he succumbs to those poisons. Hawkers, casino people, and other coercs can only fall into a darker abyss and never escape.

Johnson, who had a gambler's uncle, had a lot of people trying to trick him into stealing and robbing. Many of the boys from his background went down this path, and eventually the boys went to jail, where the adults with the stolen money ate and drank before going to the next poor child.

Leaving the thug far behind and confirming the safety of his surroundings, Johnson chose a basement.

Federico was not shot, his injuries only looked serious, they were hit by a baseball bat or other hard object, Johnson had experience in taking care of his gambler uncle, and he quickly dealt with those injuries, but poison. What to do......

Johnson fidgeted.

Of course he knows how to suck. Poison is nothing but poison in the eyes of the man. Outside of the product, you can't see anything.

From the conversation of the mob, Johnson heard that something happened because of himself, and doubts grew in the teenager's heart, and he began to suspect that the governess, Katie, and the lawyer Charlie, but Mr. Morenza......

At this time, Federico woke up, he instinctively wanted to stand up on the ground, and after seeing Johnson's frightened face and surroundings, he slowly lay down again, he had a splitting headache, his stomach twitched, his coma was just unconscious, and Federico knew what had happened to him after being attacked.

"Let's go."

"Mr. Morensa......"

"Remember my words, your name is Hurakan, and your future involves the fate of many people." Federico tried his best to make his voice clearer, and he used the simplest sentences to describe the world as a book, with the protagonist Johnson. Something that will happen to Brown.

He doesn't evaluate Johnson's life in the original book, nor does he evaluate the choice of the savior, and there is nothing you don't want to trust anyone in the future.

"Here's what you should know."

After saying these words, Federico's eyes darkened, and he urged Johnson to leave, warning him: "The new poison. The effect of the illusion is more obvious, I will become not me, look at everything is a monster, you leave quickly! ”

Johnson trembled with fright from his out-of-focus pupils and stern expression.

Outside the basement, a group of monsters attracted by the high-level abilities quickly gathered.

Johnson heard the roar and turned to run outside, and Federico breathed a sigh of relief, he lay on the cold, damp floor, and suddenly felt as if he had returned to the time crossing.

A dilapidated house, seriously ill, a singer who can only write but has an unsatisfactory voice, resides in a small bar, is orphaned, can't find a way out, and is destitute.

The first time he heard a question in a dream that he could cross, although he was almost out of food, there was still hope and a healthy body, and he thought it was ridiculous to travel into the book "The Forsaken", and for the next year, the voice did not appear again.

When he was suffering from illness, the person who snatched his score began to do a national tour, and when he was about to die, he heard the voice again, a consciousness, and he hesitated to agree in order to live.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he had become a seven-year-old boy, who had been shot and covered in blood, and the man who was holding the child and crying looked at him in surprise, and fainted because of his injuries before he could say anything......

Wolfe's enemy, shot to take revenge on his family, only one survived, Wolfe. Morenza's nephew.

No, his nephew would have died a long time ago.

How similar, that's also a basement.

Federico did not understand why he was reborn in the boy's body, and the fatal wound healed quickly, but the boy's uncle was too badly injured and was cared for by him for more than a month.

A real child, of course, can't take care of the wounded and go to begging, waiting for relief to live.

Wolfe's nephew died, and he was only a person who lived in place of this body, and during the years of Wolfe's career, Federico was only responsible for bringing home food that he did not ask him about anything.

Later, he left Wolf even early. Morenza, because whoever it is would not be happy to see a thief, and now this life of stealing is coming to an end.

It was as if there were bugs gnawing at the pain of crawling all over his body, letting Federico know that the drug addiction had attacked.

He twisted and rolled, let out a terrible scream, scratched his nails on the ground and rolled up, and banged his head against the wall. It was a battle of willpower, the pain of dying that he had forgotten for twenty years, and now it was surging like a tide.

Comatose, painful awakening, coma again, over and over again.

When Federico came to consciousness again, he felt that someone was feeding him water, and when he found that he had opened his eyes, the boy was startled, and ran out several meters like a cat, hiding in the corner and quietly looking at him, as if afraid that he would go crazy again.

“……”

Didn't you leave?

Federik tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Johnson cautiously approached him, looking surprised: "Mr. Morenza, are you awake?" ”

"Those people?" In just three words, Federico struggled to speak.

Johnson suddenly became cramped and almost buried his head in his chest: "Death...... He's dead. ”

"You?"

Johnson nodded in a panic, those people followed the trail of the monster, and he couldn't leave with Federico, let alone lure the monster away, leaving Federik here alone.

Federik is a little distracted, abandoning the world is so dangerous, the protagonist Johnson will one day be the one who bears the name of the god of hurricanes and thunderstorms, of course, murder is inevitable, but knowing it is completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.

"I, I'll ...... next time"

"Good boy, you're smart." Federico remembers the clothes Johnson wore when he came to save himself.

Born as an orphan, he had longed for praise and recognition, but not once, and Federico sighed inwardly as his bloodstained palms touched the young man's dusty face.

Johnson seemed to suddenly be happy, and he ran to the side and got a white bra to show Federico.

"I saw this thing called Magic Gathering on the TV shopping that Katie watched, and the model was a man, and he had an A on his bust and a store on the block, and it took me ten minutes to figure out how to wear it, and sure enough, it wasn't found."

“……”