Bertis. Didiloa was in a bit of a trance on the way home. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Although no one recognized her identity, she still felt that something was wrong. Whenever someone swept their gaze over her, or whispered something. She would always subconsciously think that they were pointing fingers at her.

What happened in the court made her embarrassed, especially when the Knight of Dawn was silent about her slander, and she really felt the urge to die. To slander a good person, a benefactor who saved his life, with a clear conscience. It's not something that one person can do.

Madame Didiloa even felt that her soul must have been sold to the devil to do such a mad thing.

How can I do this, how can I? She was constantly reflecting, but for what had already been done. There is no point in this kind of introspection.

Before she knew it, she was back in her home. It's a small apartment that barely fits a few people around, and even for one person, it's too cramped. But here lived the whole family of Madame Didi Loa.

Her son, her daughter. and her two granddaughters. The family of five is crammed into this small apartment, and just thinking about it makes people feel the embarrassment of their lives.

I saw my mother walking back like a walking corpse. Francisco, who was sitting on the couch and had already seen everything that was happening on TV, quickly stood up. He hugged his mother and whispered comfort.

"Mom, it's okay. It's okay, we'll be fine. It's going to get better. It's a big deal that our family won't stay in the U.S. anymore, and we can live well when we go back to Mexico. ”

"Mommy......" Claudia, who heard the sound, walked out of the room with a child in her arms. She looked at her mother and asked with some despair. "Is there no other way for us to do it?"

Behind her, a child, no more than five or six years old, was clutching at the hem of her dress. And it is precisely because of the existence of these two children that she is extremely unwilling to accept the upcoming fate.

Don't look at how miserable they are living in the United States, but compared to their hometown, Juarez, Mexico, this is already a paradise. If they could, they would hope that they would never go back to that hell place for the rest of their lives, to the city that hovers between drugs and death.

But this is not possible, they have already received a forced repatriation order from the government.

A family like theirs has neither U.S. residency, nor a green card, or even a stable income. It is impossible to stay in such a country for long.

The government will not allow such illegal immigrants to exist in their own country, because they not only pay less than a penny in taxes, but also threaten the security of society at all times. Even if they don't need even the most basic benefits, the government won't approve of their existence.

Many people think that the United States is a paradise, and that is because its system and laws are more sound and perfect than many countries. But what these people tend to overlook is that these systems and laws often serve Americans. It does not include illegal smugglers, or citizens of other countries. With this identity, you can live well in this country, and without this identity, you can only be scared.

Ever since coming to the United States, the Didi Loa family has been terrified. And now they don't have to, because they have been limited to leave the country.

Mrs. Didiloa, her daughter, and her children, were coerced by the Immigration Department for their illegal immigration and lack of stable employment. As for Francisco, he was lucky enough to get away with his current job. But he couldn't watch his mother and sister go back to that hell on earth alone.

As the only man in the family, he had to be by their side. Accompany them back to the place full of drug lords and violent crimes, and then struggle to survive.

It's not that they haven't tried hard, it's not that they haven't thought of other ways. But all their attempts have failed. And the last hope was dashed by what happened in the courtroom.

They do not resent the Knight of the Dawn, for they are not qualified to resent him. He never felt sorry for them, but they took revenge on the benefactor who had saved their mother for their own sake.

In every case, they are the ones who are at fault. They also thought about ignoring the bureaucrats who found them and confronting their conscience and morality with dignity. But when the grim facts were in front of her, Madame Didiloa relented.

Not for himself, but for his own children, his two granddaughters. The old woman, who has gone through most of her life, does not care what kind of infamy she will bear and what kind of sin she will commit. But she can't let her children live in hell in the future.

She made up her mind to make the wrong choice, and she was willing to bear all the consequences of that choice. However, this choice did not bring everything they needed as a family.

"I'm sorry for you, kids."

In the face of the brutal truth, Madame Didi Loa admits her powerlessness. She couldn't help her family anymore.

And her son naturally forgave him. Francisco put his arms around his mother and comforted him gently.

"Mom, it's not your problem. It's mine, it's me who can't protect you, and that's why our family is like this. If you want to blame me, blame me. ”

"Mom, it's not your fault. We never had that idea! His daughter came up to comfort her, along with the timid little girl behind her.

She followed her mother to her grandmother's side and quietly took her calloused, wrinkled hand like tree bark. Then, following the example of his mother and uncle, he quietly comforted her grandmother.

"Grandma, don't cry, we'll be fine, we'll be fine."

The innocence of children makes them ignorant of the cruelty of this world, but it is precisely because of the simplicity of children. The three big talents are particularly worried. Who doesn't want their children to live in a better environment, and who wants to take their children to hell step by step?

Pain, self-blame, and sadness are like poisonous snakes that bite their hearts. They plunged their hearts into extreme torment. And they can't even find anyone to complain about, except to resent their own incompetence.

This is the mockery of fate on the weak, and they have absolutely no other way but to choose to accept it strongly. And now, they are ready for a painful future.

What the future holds, none of them knows. Not to mention what will happen after returning to Mexico, they can't even guess what will happen in a few seconds. And just when the family is ready to comfort each other and give them some confidence in the future. There was a knock on their door.

Wiping away tears from his face, Francisco leaned in front of his house and cautiously opened the small window on it.

It's not a good location for them to live, it's the famous Hell's Kitchen. New York is the most chaotic and where gangster activity is most rampant. Therefore, even if you open the door, you must be mentally prepared for twelve points.

If there is a robber or some kind of drug addict standing outside, opening the door at this time is completely gambling with his own life.

Francisco didn't dare to gamble and didn't want to bet. Because behind him stood his own family. So he looked out and grabbed the pistol he had in his waist.

But unlike what he expected, the person outside the door was neither a villain nor an addict. It's an Asian man who doesn't seem to fit in here.

There is no shortage of Asians in Hell's Kitchen, and some aggressive Vietnamese are even more difficult to provoke here. But this Asian is different, Francisco does not see the ruthlessness of those Vietnamese in his expression, but sees a kind of self-confidence that only belongs to successful people.

Coupled with the clothes on his body, his image is even more special. Although he didn't know much about this, just looking at the fabric of his clothes and the black jewel buttons polished on them, as well as the platinum pins hanging from his tie, he knew that this was a rich man who basically wouldn't appear here. Because this set of clothes is in Francisco's estimate, I am afraid that he may not be able to afford it with his savings for several years.

Francisco is not afraid of rich people, but he also doesn't want to get involved with rich people. Because what he does is actually what he is most afraid of being remembered by rich people.

So he was unceremonious and said to the people outside the door.

"Who you are, I don't know you."

"Hello, I'm looking for Bertis. Ms. Didiloya. If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to be her family. Rest assured, I don't have anything left. If so, can you let me in and talk? ”

Standing at the door is naturally Zhou Yi. He faded from the status of the Knight of the Dawn. Came to the house of this old woman who slandered him, not for revenge. It's to see why she did it. And now, he already knows why, so he decided to treat them in a different way. One and Justin. Hammer in a completely different way.

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, and looking at Zhou Yi, he didn't look like a bad person. Francisco hesitated, but opened the door to his house and said to him.

"Come on in, it's not very peaceful here!"

"I know, Hell's Kitchen? It's not too peaceful to be able to call this name! Zhou Yike wouldn't tell him that he had already cleaned up two or three guys who didn't have long eyes when he came up.

Hearing Zhou Yi say this, as a member of the Hell's Kitchen, Francisco snorted unhappily. However, he did not turn Zhou Yi away because of this, but waited until he came in before closing the door of his house.

In this way, Zhou Yi once again met Berdis, who had already met him twice. Madame Didiloa met again. But this time, the lady didn't know who he was?

So she could only look at Zhou Yi suspiciously and asked.

"Sir, we don't think we've ever met. Are you looking for me? (To be continued.) )