What does it feel like to be dark in the dark?

Ah Kun from Chinatown can tell you.

He was born blind and could only imagine the existence of light and the beauty of color from other people's descriptions.

He has many imaginations of light: gorgeous, dazzling, bizarre...

Yet all imagination is so false. Eventually, his imagination of light and the warmth of his family gradually coincided.

That's how he feels about the light.

Ah Kun was born in Chinatown, and his parents were smugglers who came here and could only do odd jobs to make ends meet. Although life is difficult and can only live in a dark and damp basement, his father is generous and humorous, his mother is kind and hardworking, and his younger siblings are also very well-behaved and obedient.

Ah Kun felt that this was enough.

My parents work during the day and sometimes work overtime at night. Ah Kun took care of his younger siblings at home, cleaning the room and cooking some simple meals under the command of his younger siblings. Although it was tiring, Ah Kun enjoyed it. He has already agreed with his parents to learn massage for the blind, and the family will save money to support his younger siblings in school and education.

Poverty is not terrible, as long as there is hope.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end that afternoon. The parents were in a car accident while they were away, the father died tragically on the spot, and the mother was paralyzed in bed, and they did not receive any compensation.

Ah Kun, who was born in darkness, felt a deeper darkness, and the name of darkness was despair.

He decided to go to Madame Gao.

Mrs. Gao is the leader of a Chinese gang, and everyone in Chinatown knows that this old lady is not a good person. But this old lady has another well-known merit, fairness.

The Chinese go to her when they are in trouble, she will not give you any handouts, but she will trade fairly.

Do you need a well-paying job to support your family? Okay, go to her drug processing plant, as long as you cut out your tongue and don't talk nonsense, the salary will be paid on time.

Do you want revenge? Okay, she'll take care of it for you, and if you follow her instructions, you may be beaten to death or go to jail. But the person you want to kill will definitely die.

Ah Kun met Mrs. Gao under the guidance of an acquaintance.

"Son, what do you want?" An old female voice asked emotionlessly.

Ah Kun imagined that the person on the other side was talking out, an angel? Demon? It doesn't matter, as long as she keeps her promises.

"Dear Mrs. Gao, I need a hope, I hope that my mother can be taken care of, and I hope that my younger siblings can grow up and go to school smoothly." Ah Kun was a little nervous, he was worried that he didn't have enough chips for all this.

Mrs. Gao on the other side was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Are you willing to exchange your life for all this?" ”

Ah Kun was ecstatic, and a bright smile spread across his face, "I do!" ”

Following Madame Gao's instructions, Ah Kun came to the territory of the Russian gangsters in Hell's Kitchen. He only needed to say a word before he met their boss.

"I know who the Daredevil is!"

Ah Kun didn't really know what the night demon was, but what he did know was that he had already arrived at the intended location.

The Russians on the other side began to threaten him frantically, pushing him, and even putting a dagger on his neck, but Ah Kun just laughed stupidly.

He fumbled with his clothes, which saw a special bomb vest and the remote control on his blind staff.

Ah Kun pressed the remote control without hesitation.

He will rekindle the light of hope with his life.

………………

Harlem.

Inside a dilapidated house.

The room was a mess, with grease and dark spots on the sofa and a thick layer of ash on the floor.

Rook stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiped the blurry mirror with his hand, and looked at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror is the face of a bald black man, with a large centipede-like scar on his head, and tattoos all over his face, which represent the people who died at his hands.

The eyes were numb and hateful, but unfortunately the corners of the eyes were swollen and the mouth was broken.

Rook is beaten up by his boss, Cornell.

The reason is that he rushed into the neutral zone and threatened his father with a gun.

f**k！

Rook scolded and walked over to the living room table.

swept aside the clutter on the table with his hand, took out a packet of white powder from his pocket, knocked it into a line, and sucked it hard.

Rook slumped on the couch, staring at his home. The scene in the room slowly lengthened, as if it had returned to the past...

At that time, the home was still warm and clean, the father was roaring as he watched the Knicks game with a beer, and the chubby mother took out an apple pie while nagging.

What was I doing at the time? Yes, I'm holding a basketball, and the basketball teams of several universities have sent invitations. At that time, I wanted to be a big football star, I wanted to earn money for my mother to buy clothes at designer stores instead of second-hand stores, I wanted to earn money so that my father could go to Madison Square Garden often...

Then...

What happened afterwards, Rook still doesn't dare to think back to that dark experience. It can only be said that at the corner of life, fate pushed him to hell.

After that, he joined the gang, and gradually became the core gang by virtue of his tall people, daring to kill and fight.

Others fear him and think he is murderous, but he is only stimulating the numb life with blood.

Boss Cornell beats him up, and he knows why, not only because many people respect Daddy, but most importantly, because Daddy has the illusion that people in the dark have the only hope left.

Shit!

Is there any hope for you scum? You may be able to imagine in your dreams that you are a lawyer, a doctor, a policeman, and a warm home, but when you wake up, you still have to take the guy to drug trafficking and killing people.

Even though the boss Cornell has unearthed many musicians in suits and leather shoes every day, he is still a shady gang leader.

This hope is false!

Hope, what a stinging word.

The momentum of the drugs slowly passed, and Rook slowly struggled to his feet, walking around the corner and pulling out two grenades from the cracks in the hidden wall. This is the goods he intercepted in one of the transactions.

Carrying a grenade, he drove to his father's barbershop, and even though it was night, Rook could still see the people bragging and laughing inside through the window glass.

False hope?

It's better not to exist.

Let's struggle in hell together...

………………

Queens.

In the small courtyard of an ordinary resident, a large pit was dug in the ground, and green sandbags were neatly stacked inside, and half of the tent cloth was covered with it.

This is a standard U.S. Army trench.

Little Billy woke up from his sleep, the sound of gunshots and bombs in his head gradually disappeared, and he looked to the side and found that he was still in the trench, and his mood calmed down.

Get up and brush your teeth, wash your face, and tidy up the house. Even after being discharged from the army, he still maintained the style of the army.

I walked to the window and looked at the bird I bought some time ago. Even when he opened the window and opened the birdcage, the little bird was still reluctant to fly out.

After watching the bird stunned for a moment, little Billy put on his clothes and prepared to go to the sharing session.

After retiring from the war in Afghanistan, he was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

Originally, he didn't take it seriously, but his symptoms were getting worse, and he often felt like he was still on the battlefield. After being awakened and almost giving his father a shot, he opted for treatment, living alone and attending a sharing session organized by retired veteran Curtis.

This was the last time he attended.

…

When it came to the sharing session, everyone sat in a circle, Curtis looked at an empty chair, and suddenly asked, "Paul hasn't been here for two days, little Billy, I see you are often with him, do you know where he went?" ”

Little Billy replied with a blank face, "I don't know, sir. ”

After the sharing session, Billy Jr. approached Curtis, "Sir, did you ask Billy Russell to refuse to let me enter the Anvil Company?" ”

Curtis looked at little Billy worriedly, and said seriously: "Yes, if you let you go, it will not only hurt others, but also yourself!" Children, life is not like war, war will end, but as long as people live, life must go on, maybe some injuries will never get better, but making some changes is better than being indifferent! ”

Little Billy looked motionless into Curtis's eyes, and he could feel that the man in front of him genuinely cared about him.

He's not an enemy!

After leaving the sharing session, little Billy came to an old house. I looked around, opened the door and walked in.

On the couch in the living room sat a dead man with a knife in his neck, none other than the Paul mentioned by Curtis.

Paul, who always makes radical remarks at sharing sessions, once made little Billy a confidant. But at an event against the gun ban demonstrators, the bluffing guy ran away in shame.

On the battlefield, the deserter needs to be executed, so Billy Jr. kills him.

Billy Jr. hates those supporters of gun bans, so why ban guns? This is the battlefield, and as far as the eye can see, the whole world is the enemy of the United States.

Those who ban guns are traitors to the United States!

Unfortunately to Billy Jr.'s disappointment, the gun ban march had a huge impact across the country, and Congress was already considering the proposal.

He would never allow this to happen.

A black package was opened, which contained his homemade bomb. Outstanding in military skills, he can even calculate the range of a bomb.

Carrying the package on his back, little Billy arrives in Times Square in New York.

Even at night, the place is still brightly lit, people weaving around, and huge billboards are playing advertisements for the latest products of Stark Group.

Little Billy took a deep breath,

O numb and depraved Americans,

Just let me die,

to save you!

………………

Rumble! Hell's Kitchen.

Rumble! Harlem.

Rumble! Times Square.

New York is in complete chaos.

The sound of the explosion woke Li Mo from his sleep,

"What's the matter?"