The road to school is always like going to the execution ground, and even the morning sun is so dazzling.

Trauf Jr. didn't really like country music, but he knew that it was playing on the radio called "A Good Day." This song is his father's favorite, and at this moment he is shaking his head in the driver's seat, childish to the point of outrageous.

In the eyes of seven-year-old Trauford, all the days that have to go to school are fucking hard to have to do with beauty. His homeroom teacher, a 300-pound black woman who spoke like a rap, had caught Trauf Jr. and Linda handing over notes in class the last time and made it known to everyone.

Linda is Little Trauf's sweetheart baby, and the two of them are always awkward during this time, and Little Trauf feels that life is full of gloom, even the PS3 and Kui Ye of his cousin's family can't soothe the psychological trauma.

It all starts with the appearance of a third person.

Strictly speaking, Cook is not much of a macho man. In a heads-up game, Trauf Jr. felt that the probability of winning still existed, but that guy had a fat butt that was very weighty, and it was probably difficult to put down if he didn't step on something like a banana peel.

Cook got on fire at school because of shit, got caught up in a supermarket robbery, and used his phone to snap pictures of the bandits wielding handguns. Trauford Jr. knew Cook, as evidenced by the fact that he carried his phone to class every day - the freak was constantly hinting that he was a busy man.

The city's high crime rate has always been an enduring feature, but Cook has become a celebrity with his photographs. He showed each of his classmates his cell phone and frothed at the froth of the froth, how big the gun actually was, how close the bandits were at the time, and how calm he was as a cowboy from Texas.

Little Trauford will never forget the blush of excitement on Linda's face when she heard about that so-called adventure, and even the freckles became less noticeable. He hated cowboys, and wondered maliciously if Cook had let out a lively "yoha" at the crime scene, he would have been shot into a sieve on the spot.

In any case, Trauf Jr. brought his camera with him.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and no matter which bastard utters this sentence, Little Trauf feels very reasonable. The camera was second-hand, and it took him a week to help Mrs. Emma next door mow the lawn and clean up the pantry before he scraped together enough money to go to the flea market and buy it back.

His father always regarded optimism as the truth of sincerity, and Trauf felt that if optimism was useful, his mother probably would not leave the house. He has long learned to be silent and face life in his own way. Now, for example, not only do you have to endure the asthmatic roar of this classic car, but you also have to endure the incessantly naïve guy humming.

His singing voice is really not very good.

"Hey, man." Jeff. Trauford finally turned down the volume and called him in his most customary way, "How are you doing at school lately?" You don't think it's been a long time since you've talked to me about it. ”

Trauf Jr. didn't answer, and rolled down the window to breathe.

The car drove to the intersection, and when the traffic light was in between, Jeff looked back and saw his son fiddling with the camera again, and said with a smile: "Look at the building on the other side of the road, if you can go to work there when you grow up, you will have a future." Taking pictures is the job of the paparazzi, not for you. ”

"You mean the Galaxy Group, which won you a lot of money?" Little Trauf glanced at the imposing skyscraper.

Jeff touched his nose in embarrassment and quickly defended: "I just play occasionally, and there are always times when I have bad luck." ”

Little Trauf's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ignored him, raised the camera and crackled in front of the car and pressed the shutter.

"As long as we can transit, we can also become rich. Do the privileged get it? Like the Galactic Boss, even if the end of the world comes, they will be the first to board the ship......" Jeff looked ahead of the wheelhouse, wanting to see what his son was filming.

He quickly became dumbfounded.

An armed man in a tactical mask strode to the center of the intersection, carrying a heavy black and shiny firearm and a grenade dagger in his individual gear.

In full view of everyone, no one next to him raised his arms and waved them down.

A steel frenzy surged before Jeff's eyes, and hundreds of armed men rushed towards the Galactic Mansion, thunderous footsteps that shook the ground slightly.

The green light had jumped, but no vehicles were moving, and every driver was watching the scene in amazement, unable to believe that what they were seeing was reality.

War broke out? Jeff pinched his thigh so hard that it hurt to death.

Gunfire rang out like beans, and the first wave of Galactic guards engaged the armed men in front of the company's gates, barely showing any resistance. Jeff's heart was beating wildly at the sight of the real killing, and like everyone else, he wanted to drive away, but he was completely unable to move.

The armed men soon stormed the Galactic Tower, and Trauford Jr. almost pressed the shutter to smoke. A moment later, countless frightened employees poured out of the revolving door, and the screams of the secretary were continuous.

The first explosion began on the top floor, with smoke and flames erupting, and flying glass shards forming a localized rainfall. It didn't take long for the explosion of the next layer to begin, and then another. The entire building became a burning block, and the sound of gunfire from inside the building changed from dense to sparse, and finally only sporadic movement could be heard.

Sirens sounded from the end of the long street, and a large number of police cars arrived at high speed, setting up a cordon on the perimeter of the galaxy. Seeing the familiar SWAT heavy truck brazenly debuted, the people cheered, but then saw a blazing snake flying out of the building, blasting the heavy truck into the sky. The fully loaded SWAT officers didn't even have their heads out and hung up.

The roar of firearms rang out again, and the overwhelming earthquake was terrifying. The police encirclement was torn apart like a joke, and the armed men swarmed out of the Galaxy Tower, their powerful firepower suppressing the city's laws to shreds.

The police threw away their armor and left a body on the ground to make way for them to be cleared. Seeing the bandits returning along the road they came, Jeff realized that the situation was not good, and was about to start the car and slip away, but found in the rearview mirror that his son was missing and the car door was wide open.

The people on the side of the road had already scattered and fled, and little Trauf held up his camera to meet the big men who were getting closer and closer, and he didn't know that he was afraid.

He saw that there were two very different people among them, one was a thin man who looked like he was getting cold air, and the other was a pretty girl with a pigtail at the back of her head. Little Trauford thought she was even better looking than Linda, of course, if she were younger, it would be more perfect.

"Hello ma'am, can I take a picture of you?" Little Trauf asked politely.

The girl had already noticed this bold little ghost of the M country, took the tactical mask of the fanged soldier and put it on her face, and the gun was handed to her left hand, and her footsteps did not stop.

She touched little Trauf's head, made a very cooperative V-sign gesture, and walked away with the fangs.

"You little bastard, don't you want to die?" Jeff ran in a rage, picked up his son, and ran in the direction of the car.

Little Trauford was stunned to watch in the direction in which the men had disappeared, until Jeff started the car and drove away, then excitedly exclaimed, "Dad, that's cool!" The privileged class you are talking about has been robbed! ”

Jeff was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Traufo looked at the camera over and over, completely immersed in what he had seen before. He was pretty sure that when he got to school later, Linda would completely forget who Cook was. Because compared to the broken gun he photographed, what he encountered today was a real gangster.

The news of the attack on the Galaxy Tower shocked the board, and some super predators, who usually hide in deep water, also began to surface, and the New York police came under unprecedented pressure.

"A few hundred gunmen just ran away and disappeared? Are you all-eaters? A Galaxy director pointed to the nose of the New York Police Commissioner and yelled, who looked ugly but did not dare to say anything.

There are more than a dozen powerful people who have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt in person, and there are countless people who have exerted pressure through other means. All the major families in New York City who really got on the stage were shocked, and the entire city and even the whole country were underflowing, and this heinous terrorist attack stirred up a thousand waves.

The casualties at the Galaxy headquarters this time were nearly 1,000, and the direct economic losses were difficult to estimate, and what the directors were most concerned about was the huge blow to the international reputation. Galaxy has long been the flagship representative of the gambling industry in country M, but now it has suffered a heavy blow on its home soil, and its mad dog-like rivals have made all the directors swear to retaliate.

Due to the destruction of on-site surveillance facilities, even traffic cameras in several nearby neighborhoods were not spared, and tracking leads became difficult. Under this premise, Trauf Jr. was eventually found, and the photographs he took became key evidence.

"It's the people of the R country, and they wear the latest katana combat uniforms." After looking at the photos, a Galaxy security executive said cautiously.

"How could the people of the R country attack the galaxy?" Many of the directors sitting around the conference table scoffed.

"Mr. President seems to have something to do with them, and I found the phone recording." The supervisor wiped the sweat from his face, his voice trembling.

Since the body of the dwarf president was preserved in the explosion, the Ministry of Security has long regarded his bizarre death as a suspicion. In the sample of the phone call, he made several calls with Goroseim, in addition to blackmailing Zhuo Yitian, he also contacted the leader of the Flail Society group alone, and the key word mentioned made the directors look at each other - "gene warrior".

"He is indeed asking for benefits from the people of R, but I think this Miss Zhuo is also very suspicious. She was present at the scene today, and this photo is also very revealing. One of the directors held up the photograph taken by Trauford Jr. and showed it to the crowd.

Dozens of eyes immediately turned to the old man sitting on the throne, the current patriarch of the Kennedy family.

"What thief would leave a clue for someone to follow? I think she's hinting at something. "Bauer. Kennedy pinched his eyebrows, his face gloomy, "From now on, this matter will be transferred to an internal investigation, and just find a reason to the outside world and blame those infidels." ”

"Why?" The man holding the photo looked inexplicable.

"Because the backer behind this woman surnamed Zhuo is Minister of Defense Moriah, the controller of the new regime. He and the people of R are fighting in Goroseem, and no matter who did it this time, it is normal for each other to frame each other. In addition, he is also the target of our country's political axe, and Republican Senator McCain has long been wagging his tail. I'd rather go to war with the people of R than have any holiday with him. If nothing else, it should be clear to you that Morea will be one of the largest oil exporters in the next half-century. ”

Bauer glanced at the stunned crowd and waved his hand tiredly, "Don't ask me, I don't know how that Mr. Secretary of Defense could have Yaxing come to the boxing match." ”

Two hours after the meeting ended, Bo Bird, as Chen Mo's designated client, stood in front of Bauer wearing short-sleeved sneakers.

"I've watched the news, what happened to the galaxy this time is really terrible." Bird held a cup of Starbucks coffee and sucked it out, "It doesn't affect the bet, right?" Moriah had just sold a shipment of oil, and the guys had transferred the money to me to buy us for the first win. ”

"Mr. Chen Mo is our senior member, and if he wants to place a bet, of course he is welcome." Bauer frowned and looked at the birds, a little unsure of the number of roads, "It's only halfway through the event now, and it's very risky to buy a win, of course, the rewards will be proportional." Generally I don't care about these things, but I can make an exception for you, I don't know how much you want to press? ”

Bo Bird took out his laptop from his bag, crackled and pressed it, and turned the screen to the other party, "Not much, I can only take out this for the time being." ”

The computer showed the UBS account interface, and Bauer looked at the long list of 0s, and his face changed, "16.3 billion? Win-win??? ”

"It just made up a whole number, and my wife even invested her private money in it." Botori said shyly.

(To be continued)