This is an illegal area located at the junction of the United States and Mexico, which is beyond the control of the American police, and the Mexican police dare not manage. Hailed as the "Tomb of God" by the outside world, this illegal area is a hidden crime place where many underworld forces are intertwined and the minions of evil organizations are all over the place, where the deepest sins and various desires of human hearts breed, where disgusting blood and horrific deaths spread, where countless fierce and vicious, young and strong criminals with big shoulders and round waists have sunk and degenerated, and countless women and children who have been miserable, and then because of their ears and eyes, they have embarked on all kinds of crooked paths here, and even collaborated to commit crimesThere are so many appalling schemes plotted, there are no moral norms and no legal constraints, there is no conscience and goodwill, there is no clean and good side of the human mind here, violence, drugs, sex are like trees that draw the most abundant water, thrive here, and finally become towering trees.

The ugliness of human nature is on full display here.

There are only four words to describe this place - lawlessness.

"Come on, come on!"

"Stand up, hit her in the head, beat her to death! Up, Mona! ”

"Lao Tzu blocked a thousand yuan on you, don't lose, Mona!"

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In an underground boxing venue in an illegal area.

There are two little girls of similar age, both twelve years old, but with very different physiques in the rusty octagon cage of death, one of them is crimson haired, with rare gray-green eyes, the little girl is already covered with blood, her expression is depressed, the upper eyelid of one eye has been red and swollen like a marble, and the socket of the other eye has been cracked, blood is flowing, no referee shouts to stop, no coach asks for halftime.

Dividing the winner and losing is basically equivalent to dividing life and death.

The crimson-haired little girl who was beaten to the point of bleeding was still in the fist fight, without the slightest idea of raising her hand to surrender, or she was afraid of surrendering, because this little girl knew that if she surrendered, she would be beaten to death by the guy she called "father", which was more tragic than dying in the ring, and at least she could fight back in the ring, but under the destruction of the "father" who bought herself from the black market, she could only accept it, and it was better to be beaten to death or directly killed, The almost situation is that he is tortured to the point that life is worse than death.

The audience in the audience is still shouting and cheering, constantly spewing vulgar and abusive words out of their mouths, and then gulping down wine and eating meat, taking the pain of the two opposing little girls in the ring as the source of their own happiness, and treating the two fresh lives as gambling machines. There were also many children sitting in the audience, just like the two little girls in the octagonal cage, waiting to fight life and death boxing, they all looked indifferent, as if they were used to the situation here, or they were trained by their "master" and "father" to be afraid, let alone have the idea of running away.

Even though the crimson-haired little girl in the octagon cage was still resisting stubbornly, her wobbly body, slow punching speed and punching force as if she hadn't eaten had already betrayed her physical condition, and her depressed look and occasional sickly smile showed that her extremely unstable mental state was exhausted and exhausted.

So the crimson-haired little girl's opponent opposite her, as if out of kindness, hit the little girl in the chin with an uppercut, knocking her head high and then leaning back.

The crimson-haired little girl fell to the ground with a thump, finally able to end this long and torturous match, to end this incomparably mentally and physically devastating battle, and it would be better if she died like this.

The little crimson-haired girl's mouth was bleeding all over the floor, and her vision gradually blurred until it was pitch black.

"You're such a piece of waste, I shouldn't have bought you on the black market in the first place!" A muscular man with a tattoo all over his body and a beard with a big face and a beard kept insulting and shouting at a crimson-haired little girl who was locked in a small iron cage, and spit out two mouthfuls of disgusting thick phlegm from time to time, and then he didn't seem to be able to dissipate his breath, so he grabbed the rusty iron cage steel bar with his hands full of green tendons and injection pinholes and shook violently, and roared at the same time, "Hunger Lao Tzu for a few days, don't want to eat if you lose money!" You--stinking! You bastard who should have died! If you lose the next game, Lao Tzu will cut off your flesh one by one! ”

The crimson-haired little girl curled up her skinny and delicate body as much as possible, without leaving a single tear, even though she was covered in wounds, even if she was so insulted and even threatened by the man she called "father", she still only smiled, but the smile was sickly and weird.

The little girl named Mona is heart-wrenching and mentally unstable.

There are those who seem to have been born to come into this world to suffer, and when they have had enough of all the suffering, they leave this world.

"Laugh, Lao Tzu makes you laugh!" Mona's "father", the tattooed muscular man with many crimes and countless criminal convictions, drew a long water pipe, constantly moistened Mona's body with a water gun, and laughed maniacally, "Hahahaha, Lao Tzu will give you a good wash, the blood of the horse is really dirty!" Seeing that you look good, Lao Tzu simply sold you to a brothel! You can rest assured that there is a group of men out there who will love you - love you, of course, not necessarily men, or not necessarily people. ”

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" The tattooed muscular man thought of the fragrant scene of the little girl being tortured by all kinds of pain, and laughed harder.

Mona buried her head in her knees, not saying a word, but her body trembled slightly, still not crying, but laughing.

It's useless to cry, crying won't get the sympathy of this damn "father", it will only get this damn "father" more cruel whipping, it will only make the "father" feel more funny, it will only make this damn "father" succeed, and feel deflated and happy.

Mona can't remember the last time she cried freely, when her own father was killed by terrorists. Was it when he ran away from his stepfather's house, starved for days, dragged his tired and dirty body and finally found a small piece of dirty bread in the trash can, and then was kicked down by a few homeless men older than himself and ruthlessly snatched away? Is it when the "father" punishes himself with a leather whip and various instruments of punishment? Was it when you were treated as a monster by some of your brightly dressed peers and threw stones at you?

Maybe they didn't cry, maybe they all cried, there were too many of them, I can't remember them anymore.

Mona shook her head and simply fell asleep in the cold water gun.

After a deep night's sleep, Mona was suddenly woken up by a basin of cold water, and then she slowly raised her head, and in her gray-green eyes, which were slightly cloudy at this time, "Father" was smiling and holding a cigar.

"I didn't expect that you, a garbage bedbug, would be able to be taken a fancy to, haha, this time Lao Tzu made a fortune, and that old man with a hole in his brain actually spent 500,000 US dollars to buy you, a full 500,000 US dollars! Oh my God, this is much more profitable than selling you to a brothel, and this deal has become so much that Lao Tzu can open a brothel and enjoy the retirement life in advance! ”

Mona's "father" held his chin and looked at Mona carefully, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: I think it may be because that old man has some special habits, whatever, even if you are played to death by that old man, Lao Tzu's 500,000 US dollars will be in hand.

The rusty iron cage was opened, and Mona was rudely pulled out by her "father" with her thick hands, and then, under the order of "father", she took a warm bath that she had never been eligible for, and then changed into clean clothes, and finally ate a hearty meal, which made Mona a little flattered, thinking that she was going to be killed, in her opinion, this "father" she bought from the black market was so good to her, only it was possible that she was about to die, no, even if she was already dead, she would not treat herself like this.

Mona's "father" smoked cigars, and when Mona had eaten enough, he took Mona in a dilapidated pickup truck to an empty and desolate countryside.

A suburb with no people, the best place to kill people.

The propellers of a helicopter gunship spun at high speed, then hovered in front of them not far from the two, and then a white-haired old man with a big back jumped off the helicopter and landed steadily.

The white-haired old man was burly, a lap older than Mona's "father", and he was covered in strong muscles, holding up the suit on his body, and he didn't look like he was in his fifties at all.

The white-haired old man gave Mona's "father" a black leather suitcase containing half a million dollars, enough for the guy to linger and sink in all kinds of places for years.

Mona's "father" opened the black leather box, and after carefully clicking on it, he showed a heartfelt smile, a full 500,000 US dollars, which is really a huge amount of money, how many women can he play with!

Pay with one hand, deliver with the other.

"It's really knowledgeable, look at this guy's hair color, and the color of his eyes, it's definitely the best, I guarantee you can't buy such a product anywhere on the black market, and you can't get such a low price." The tattooed muscular man is cheap and well-behaved, the person in front of him is the same as the person in the back, he scolded this white-haired old man yesterday for being a guy with a hole in his brain, and he is still a big fat sheep.

"Get out." The white-haired old man said lightly, but he didn't make the fierce-looking and murderous guy on the other side not burst out of any foul language, after all, he knew that this old man was definitely a rich man, and maybe there was a possibility of making a deal in the future.

"Hey, okay, you can enjoy it slowly." The tattooed muscular man glanced at the little girl he thought was bed bug trash, turned around with a playful smile, and walked to his dilapidated truck.

Mona is like a frightened fawn, her eyes full of fear of an unknowable future.

Heaven and hell, there is no right for her to choose, only the fate she is chosen

"What a depraved life." The white-haired old man put his hands behind his back, watching the tattooed muscular man laugh and walk towards his dilapidated truck, he curled the corners of his mouth, and his expression was full of sarcasm, because the next fierce man who did a lot of evil and crimes in the lawless crime land could not do it, whether he went to a brothel to vent his bestial desires on a woman's belly, or went to a bar to anesthetize himself in whiskey, vodka and other spirits to get out of unsatisfactory reality, or enjoyed the fluttering drug injections, he couldn't do it. I can't do it anymore.

"Hello, little girl, I bought you, from today onwards, I will be your 'father', but don't call me 'father' in the future, call me 'Commander K'." The white-haired old man with a big back combed his head bowed his head and said to Mona, he stroked Mona's rare red hair, his expression was kind, and there was a bit of love in his eyes.

Mona nodded in a daze, her expression was restrained, and there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes, this "father" shouldn't beat me in the future, right?

"Don't worry, you won't be beaten again." Commander K seemed to see through the little girl's thoughts, and he continued to gently touch Mona's rare and beautiful crimson hair, as if he were touching a homeless kitten, but in fact, he still had half a sentence to say - "What you will experience will be more terrible than being beaten, you will face the cruelest and true side of the world, and what you will gamble and sacrifice is your own life." ”

Commander K pulled out a Makarov PB 6P9 whispering pistol from his body and handed it to Mona, who looked confused.

Mona looked at the new gadgets in her hand, not only did she not have the scared look she should have, but her eyes showed a touch of heat.

Commander K saw Mona's expression and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, what I need is a group of guilt-free machines like you."

"If you want to take control of your own destiny, if you want to choose between heaven and hell, then you have to do whatever it takes to gain power, to be strong enough, strong enough to inspire awe and fear, strong enough to sweep away any enemy, strong enough to break all obstacles." Commander K said softly, but the words were terrifying and chilling.

"Come, I'll teach you." Commander K crouched down with a smile and stretched out his old and sturdy hands.

Both fingers are covered with green tendons.

Big hands hold small hands.

"Here's the crosshairs, aim at the target, turn on the safety, and pull the trigger." Commander K's expression was calm, as if he was teaching the juniors in the family to clean up the garbage at home, "Yes, it's such a simple thing. ”

Mona suddenly had a sudden realization, as if she had opened her mind.

It turns out that my misery is all because I don't have enough strength.

I'm going to be stronger.

A small gunshot rang out, and the tattooed muscular man in front of him, who had just walked to the dilapidated truck, stood on the ground froze, a red dot appeared on his back corresponding to the heart, and then quickly spread into a patch of red.

The tattooed muscular man fell to the ground in response, the black leather box in his hand fell to the ground, and the dollar bills spilled all over the place, indeed fulfilling his dream of dying in the pile of money.

Commander K let go of his hand, and Mona fired several more shots at the corpse on the ground in the distance until she ran out of bullets.

Commander K nodded in satisfaction.

Mona smiled sickly and weirdly, "yes, I'm going to gain power, I'm going to be stronger, I'm going to choose my destiny for myself." ”