After patting the cigarette case and not being able to find a second cigarette, Mickey squeezed the cigarette case flat and threw it into a corner of the room, feeling for the little change left in his pocket, squeezing it out of the small room and heading straight for the door. His brother's wife was walking in with a child in her arms, and both of them were stunned for a moment. The aisle is not wide, and it can only accommodate one person, and it is a little more distance. This is a common problem for all houses in the 5th arrondissement, as they need to spend more space on living than for those with pregnant children to walk.

Mickey's brother's wife held the child's back against the wall of the hallway, giving way to a half-distance distance, and Mickey walked over and walked sideways outside. Mickey's body is very strong, and it is inevitable that there will be some limb rubbing, and in the process, Mickey smells a faint smell of milk, which is the smell of milk children. His heartbeat accelerated a little, and in the middle of summer, everyone didn't wear many clothes, and he just subconsciously lowered his head, and saw that his younger brother's wife's chest was damp, faintly revealing a charming dark color. He squeezed over with some nostalgia, and the irritability in his heart became a little more.

Mickey has three children in the family, two boys and a girl. The girl had already married off and had become a burden to someone else's family, but the two boys remained at home. The parents lived in the attic, and the brothers lived in two rooms on the second floor, with the kitchen and dining room on the first floor, as well as a utility room. The house is not big, it is a little crowded, especially after the younger brother got married, and the space in this house is definitely not enough in the future.

Mickey had been working at the docks before, and it was not easy to find a woman to marry, but his younger brother was still in school, but he was married and had a child. Mickey's parents have almost spent all of their family savings, but he has no complaints, after all, it is his own brother. It's just that sometimes life is not very convenient, especially at night.

Mickey, who never looked back and left the house, swore that as long as he spent tomorrow, he would change to a big house, and then choose one of the women he liked among a group of women to be his wife. He was to have three...... No, four children, and will build a garden where they can play freely, and arrange a separate room for each of them, a large room. He needed to build a swimming pool so that he didn't have to cross three zones in the summer to enjoy the water on a crowded sandy beach.

He's going to buy every kid a car, so they're going to have the best education, they're going to have the best clothes, they're going to have the best everything! He's going to get them to school, even if it's for money, so they're going to have a decent job when they graduate, and they're going to be middle class. Perhaps one or two of these children are very smart, and have the talent of those capitalists, and he can give them some of the money to invest or do business, and maybe there will be another rich man in the family.

At that time, he would spend his days with his wife, or go out with friends to exercise, find a bar to drink in the evening, and occasionally open a meat restaurant. Such days will be long, but he thinks that they are not boring, because every day lives in happiness.

Thinking of this, Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, as long as tomorrow's things are done well, such days will no longer be a pipe dream. He had a plan, he was going to take all the money to himself, and no one would ever think that money was too much, and he could have millions of dollars for one person, so why should he share the money equally with those mediocre people? He kept this plan in his heart, and according to the plan, they would eventually go to sea and land in another place.

There is plenty of time and opportunity on the sea for him to put his plans into action, and after taking such a big risk, there must always be a little bit to get by.

Tapping his pocket, he remembered that the last cigarette had been smoked, and he walked down the dim street to see a house with searchlights in the distance, and that was the shop. The shops in the Fifth Arrondissement have little of a decent façade, either modified by scrapped trucks or are the kind of shops that run in residential buildings. The store also doesn't sell anything expensive, most of them are between a few cents and a dollar, and not more than two dollars at most, because the backlog of goods will take up too much of the owner's money.

Buying a box of fifteen-cent cigarettes, through which he could smell the smell of inferior tobacco inside, he took one out and lit it under the street lamp, and the moment the fire lit up, it also illuminated the surrounding environment. His hands trembled, because at that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person standing under a tree on the side of the road?

Standing in such a dark place at night, how to think about it and how scary it feels. Although Mickey didn't believe that there were gods and ghosts in this world, he still chose to walk forward without saying a word, lowering his head, and his steps accelerated. But no matter how fast he walked, he always felt that someone was following him.

After passing by three broken street lights in a row, he stood under the fourth one and turned viciously, trying to see who was joking with him. He was also a little embarrassed when he saw the guy, a child who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old was standing at the junction of light and darkness with a school bag on his back. The kid looked at Mickey with a horrified expression, the muscles on Mickey's face were slightly deformed, and his hideous expression was twisted with pantothenic acid under the effect of embarrassment. He wiped the beads of sweat from his face, took out three ten-point coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground, "Take the money and go the other way, if I find you following me again, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he watched the kid bend over timidly, Mickey turned around and continued walking. The moment he turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme, and a guy with a bowler felt hat and a trench coat in the middle of summer stood in front of him. In the next second, a sharp object pierced his chest from his chest, and a hot and moist sensation immediately spread to the surrounding area from the place where he was stabbed. The power in his body was also quickly slipping away from Mickey's body along the wound, and the man stepped forward to support Mickey and whispered in his ear.

"Mr. Dohrin asked me to say hello!"

Mickey pushed the man away with all his might, turned around and staggered to escape, and just as he was about to bump into the boy, the boy also took out a knife, leaned forward, and plunged into his abdomen. His whole body was like a cooked shrimp, curled up, bent over his waist, and clutched his chest.

He looked down in disbelief as the young man with the usual face slowly pulled the long one-foot-long knife away from his body, calmly dodging the direction in which he fell. The sound of ticking water seemed to be amplified countless times, and his eyes were blackened for a while, and he fell to the ground in a whirlwind. He watched as the boy took two small glass bottles out of his bag and threw them on the ground in his eyes, shattering to the ground. An indescribable strange smell began to drill into his nostrils, and the power seemed to return to his body with this smell, and even the wound was not so painful.

The two left quickly, and Mickey, who gradually regained his "strength", wanted to get up, but he tried many times without success, and he shouted for help, alarming the residents next to him. Soon an ambulance arrived and took him to the hospital. His injuries appeared to be severe, but they were not critical, and he was discharged from the hospital the same night after a simple bandaging and blood transfusion. Early the next morning, the demonstration began as expected, and Mickey led everyone to orderly hold signs and shout slogans from the fifth district all the way to the door of Mr. 350,000's house.

In order to calm the turmoil, Mr. 350,000 invited them into the manor. There weren't many bodyguards in the manor, and Mickey, who was discussing with Mr. 350,000 how to solve the matter, suddenly pulled out his gun and killed the two bodyguards behind Mr. 350,000, and subdued the rich man.

Without hesitation, the rich man did not hesitate to have 10 million cash taken out of the bank and handed it to him, and boarded a ship with them to escape from Illian. On the boat, under the incredulous gaze of his companions, Mickey shot and killed all his companions, and pointed a gun at Mr. 350,000, who wept bitterly and begged him for mercy, telling him how pitiful he was.

A second before pulling the trigger, Mickey suddenly wanted to know the name of the rich man, "I don't know what your name is!", he looked at the incompetent rich man condescendingly, and his heart was full of pride.

The rich man suddenly stopped crying, and uttered a name that he knew well, but could not recall where he had heard it—

He didn't think much about it, he shot and killed this guy named Durin, and then left the city, the country, with his ten million cash. He spent a small amount of money to smuggle himself into the Commonwealth, where he made a home, married a wife, had children, and lived a happy life......

Savi withdrew his fingers from Mickey's neck, his expression a little strange, because Mickey was laughing a second before his heart stopped, and he was laughing so happily that it was as if he wasn't dead at all. With palpitations, he withdrew his gaze from the puddle of liquid under the tip of his nose, and shivered involuntarily, it was terrifying, this anesthetic was so terrifying, it could make people forget the fear of death and feel happy!

Dover patted him on the shoulder, "That's why don't try all the new things, because you never know what's harmful and what's harmless." ”

"I understand brother, so let's go to the next one?", Savi shook his bag and thrust the long knife into his trouser leg, revealing the three-inch-long hilt.

Dover replied softly, pulled out a small notebook, found Mickey's name, and blacked it out......