Apple City, McPherson's house.

As a fairly successful businessman, the McPherson family has already entered the middle class, and as a husband and father, McPherson is proud to make his wife and daughter live a better life through his own efforts.

For more than ten years, it was like this, until three months ago......

His daughter is missing!

A trip to Cherry City made his daughter disappear.

At the first moment, McPherson called the police and rushed to Cherry City.

But, nothing.

Even, three months have passed, and there is no news of his daughter.

This left McPherson desperate.

But he didn't dare to show anything.

Because, he knew that his wife was even more desperate than himself.

At this time, he was her dependence.

Once he also showed despair, the whole family was ruined.

So, he encouraged his wife every day.

Only when no one sees it, will sadness and remorse be revealed.

Why?

Why can't he go with his daughter?

Why is he so busy?

Every self-blame made McPherson feel painful.

Today is no exception.

Before dawn, McPherson quietly left the bedroom and entered the study, where he sat with his head wooden and his eyes unfocused.

It wasn't until the sun shone on him and the nanny started to work with breakfast that he came to his senses.

Smack, smack.

Raising his hand and tapping his cheek lightly, McPherson dispelled the negativity from his face as he kept himself smiling.

He's going to see his wife.

And at this very moment-

Drops.

The fax machine rang.

McPherson was stunned.

After his daughter disappeared, he handed over the company's business to his deputy, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to finding his daughter's whereabouts and accompanying his wife, and the fax machine did not ring for a long time.

With a hint of curiosity, McPherson looked at the paper that the fax had spat out.

When he read the above clearly, McPherson's smiling face was completely distorted.

Anger flooded the husband's and father's faces.

"Cherry City?"

"Big shots?"

"Elmod?"

McPherson gritted his teeth, and the voice squeezed out between his teeth.

Almost subconsciously, he picked up the shotgun that was placed in the cabinet in his study.

He wanted to shoot them one by one.

However, the only remaining reason told him that he could not be so impulsive.

He's too weak to be alone.

He needs to unite more people.

And this is not difficult, after his daughter disappeared, McPherson was looking for his daughter, only to find out that Apple City traveled to Cherry City and disappeared from not only his daughter, but quite a few.

Naturally, these families have banded together.

There are many people, and there is great power.

This is the consensus of all.

Some of these families have made some terrible statements, but many families don't want to believe it.

And now?

Looking at the names on it, McPherson walked straight to the phone.

You have to face it, don't you?

He now only wants his daughter, more girls, to be safe and sound.

As for those people?

He's going to let these bastards go to hell!

He swears!

……

Pineapple City's Boika is sober from her hangover again.

Subconsciously, he touched the wine bottle.

He didn't want to sober himself, he just wanted to be drunk.

Because, only in this way, he will be able to forget the pain of losing his daughter.

That's his daughter.

His only daughter.

His only relative.

Having lost his daughter, he felt like his world had collapsed.

Get drunk!

Get drunk!

Get drunk and forget everything!

Thinking like this, Boika twisted the cork, but just as he was about to tilt his neck to drink the wine from the bottle, the door was pushed open with a thud, and a middle-aged man ran in.

"Stop drinking!"

"There's news of Duda and Cora."

Duda, Boika's daughter.

Cora, the middle-aged man's daughter.

The two disappeared together when they went to Cherry City together a month ago.

"What?"

"What did you say about Old Cora?"

Boika threw away the bottle and grabbed her old friend's arm.

"See for yourself!"

Old Cora handed the fax to Old Tal.

Lowering his head and rubbing his blurred vision, when Boika read what was written on it, his face quickly turned red, and a hideous look appeared in his eyes.

"Don't be impulsive, we need to reach out to more people."

"You know what?"

Old Cora persuaded her old friend.

"yes, I know."

"You go and contact the others, and I'll go and sober myself up."

Boika said as he walked to the bathroom.

Old Cora looked at her old friend who was vigorously rinsing herself, and without hesitation, she turned and ran out.

He wants to inform more people.

At the sound of his old friend's distant footsteps, Boika looked up, and he looked at his depressed self in the mirror.

"I've let you down again!"

"Sorry, this is the last time!"

Boika whispered, and he began to clean his beard and hair with a razor, and his dirty pajamas were ripped off by him, revealing a surprisingly well-dressed body.

Especially on each shoulder, there is an eight-pointed star tattoo.

On the outer tiger head muscles, on both arms, are a series of tattoos that look like wire coils.

On the left side of the chest, there is a dot in a circle that seems to have been drawn by hand.

The eight-pointed star on his shoulders comes from his former organization.

The outer tiger head muscles and the wire tattoos on both arms were the last thing he wanted to remember, his prison life.

A tattoo on the chest?

Those were the habits and skills he had acquired in his prison life, which he least wanted to remember.

The former is contempt.

The latter is ...... Master of Martial Arts.

Boika's palms cover the tattoo on his chest.

He took a deep breath.

He had vowed not to use force again.

But......

Someone always pushes him!

Why is there always someone forcing him!

He just wants to spend the rest of his life in peace!

Since you have broken my life, then I will give a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye!

Having made up her mind, Boyka's eyes lit up as if they were substance.

He threw a fist at the bathroom wall.

Bang!

In the muffled noise, the wall of the bathroom with tiles shattered directly, revealing a bag inside, and Boyka took out the bag, patted the dust on it, and pulled it away.

Brown vintage jacket, smudged t-shirt and trousers, and ...... Blood-stained boxer bandages.

Boika picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.

The coldness in his eyes was even stronger.

Like an unsheathed sword.

The next moment, he put on that T-shirt, trousers, and then put on that old-fashioned jacket and walked straight outside.

Wait?

He couldn't wait.

He's going to send those bastards to hell with his own hands.

……

Time is the best healing medicine.

I don't know who said this.

But to Sheldon, that phrase is bullshit.

His wife was killed, his daughter was missing, and for Sheldon, time had long since turned into poison.

With each passing day, the toxicity becomes more and more severe.

He lived like a walking corpse, and if it weren't for the fact that he had found his daughter as a faith, he would have ended himself long ago.

And now?

He looked at the fax in his hand, and he cried.

"Wait for me!"

"I'm coming!"

"Daddy is here!"

With such words, Sheldon walked into the basement.

This was his research room.

It was his interest.

It's just that after the wife was killed and the daughter disappeared, the research project here changed.

Become dangerous and deadly.

……

Cherry City, Hunter's residence.

Davide and Hunter sent out faxes one by one.

These faxes were sent to the parents of the missing girls.

They know very well that they can't fight against those big names in Cherry City on their own, and only by gathering more people can they possibly compete with them.

The number of missing girls is in the hundreds, spread across several cities around Cherry City.

It was busy from morning to afternoon, and the two of them were busy.

And Hunt's fax machine, which he had just bought, was already hot.

"And to continue?"

Hunter pointed to the fax addresses of major newspapers and television stations, including Cherry City, Apple City, Pineapple City, etc.

It is clear that the young man does not believe these media.

Because, he has seen the face of these media too many times.

It really made him sick.

"Hmm."

"This matter needs more attention!"

"Otherwise, those parents alone will make some waves, but they will eventually disappear without a trace."

Davide nodded vigorously.

It's a solution he came up with, and it's not a solution.

The parents who gathered were strong, but their enemies were even stronger.

Some necessary support is necessary.

Otherwise......

Still fail!

Davide knows very well what the big guys will do when they are pushed to do it.

It's as if he knows what they're going to face when these faxes are sent.

The eyes and ears of those big people are extraordinary.

In other words, those who want to get close to the big people will definitely report the news.

About ten minutes?

Five minutes?

Or in a shorter period of time, they will be the target of public criticism.

Squeak, squeak.

The fax is sent out one by one.

Davide took out a few toast slices and two cartons of milk from the fridge, no heat, and just shared them with Hunter.

Their time is running out.

After the two of them had eaten quickly, Davide kept the notebook close to him.

Hunter examines the pistol's bullets.

Then, the two walked outside.

They will need to hide for a while until the final assembly.

Of course, this is the best outcome.

In fact, just as Davide drove out of the street—

Bang!

A car slammed straight into the door of Davide's car, driving at full speed, pushing Davide's car straight against the wall on one side.

The airbag went straight out.

By the time Davide and Hunter came back to their senses, a group of strong men in black suits had already surrounded them and raised their guns.

Davide had a wry smile on his face.

Although he had expected it, these people came faster than he expected.

Moreover, the other party has no intention of talking at all.

He is here to extinguish the mouth.

"I'm sorry."

Once again, Davide apologized to his partner.

"It's okay, I chose it myself."

Hunter shrugged.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Then, pull out the gun at the same time.

Sitting still is not a habit for the two.

Even if you die, you have to fight back.

Davide and Hunter pulled out their guns quickly, but they were still no match for the black suits that had already made an aiming pose.

These people immediately pulled the trigger and beat Davide and Hunter into a hornet's nest.

But someone is faster—

Bi！