Raymond held his child in his arms and slowly walked to the Iron Brotherhood's relief station. Next to him was his wife, who held hands tightly with solemn faces. The child was crying in Raymond's arms, shouting 'Mommy, don't go.' Neither husband nor wife answered, but their hearts were broken.

Raymond was originally a senior actuary, one of the top positions in finance staff. He used to work for PwC's New York office, but now ......, he's nothing.

In the last days, no one needs an accountant, let alone an actuary. He survived the first half of the apocalypse with a gun and a small amount of food savings, and after escaping from Manhattan to Staten Island, he found it increasingly difficult to support his family.

Just a week ago, Raymond returned empty-handed after a search for food, and his wife told him the bad news that his two-year-old son had starved to death, and his five-year-old son would not survive. That day, the whole family hugged each other and cried bitterly, desperate and painful.

For the next week, Raymond was cornered and tried everything he could. He even killed people to get food, but it was still not enough to feed a family of three. The eldest son was getting thinner and thinner, his cheeks were getting sunken and sunken, and even though the couple gave him all the food they had gotten, the child still fainted from hunger several times and could die at any moment.

In desperation, Raymond's wife offered to become a slave girl and sell herself for food. There was a slave market near the Iron Brotherhood's almshouse, where many people marketed themselves, often buying a person for a loaf of bread.

But what can a piece of bread do? It doesn't get the Raymonds out of the way. This proposal made him silent for a long time, and finally he could only nod his head and agree. This is perhaps the last thing a couple can do for their children.

When his wife said goodbye to his children, his eldest five-year-old son didn't know how to react and kept yelling, 'Mom, don't go'. But the wife could only smile and kiss bitterly, and there was no other way.

The alms no longer provided any relief, and under the walls of the building stood a single individual, all slaves trying to sell themselves. Raymond had only two or three hundred people when he had been here, but now there were a thousand.

The wife walked to the wall and offered to sell herself, while Raymond stood a few meters away, and the couple looked at each other. The wife was laughing, while Raymond was cold-faced, and the child was crying, reaching out for his mother's hug.

A vicious-looking gunman walked through the crowd, and many people watched him. And this man, with a superior pride, looked down on the man by the wall with contempt. He focused on the woman, and when he walked up to Raymond's wife, he deliberately reached out and grabbed her chest.

Raymond turned his face away, he didn't want to listen to the bargain between his wife and the gunman, which made him feel humiliated. But he couldn't go, and he had to take out the food he had sold his wife for. The child fainted from crying and starvation, which kept the wife from staying with the gunman for long, and she sold herself for the price of half a loaf of bread.

When the bread was handed to Raymond, his wife kissed him and the child one last time, and said in his ear: "Don't give up, dear Raymond, for our children will depend on you for the care of us." If something mishap does happen, I'm sure you've done your best, and we'll see you in heaven. ”

Raymond had long since lost his tears, and his heart was as broken as death at this moment.

The wife was taken away by the gunmen. Raymond bites half of the rancid bread and feeds it to the child's mouth, choking as he feeds it. The child ate something, and with a little strength, he called 'Mommy' again, but Mommy was no longer around.

And what's next? Raymond had no idea at all. He walked slowly outside, and suddenly heard a commotion in the slave market, and the crowd was rushing in one direction.

"What's going on?" Raymond involuntarily followed the crowd as well, "Is there food to be distributed at the almscar?" ”

But Raymond heard an electric horn shouting: "Get out, get out, we don't want ordinary labor this time, we need some high-level talent." We need accountants, we need financial personnel, we need logistics managers, we need intelligence analysts. Who would make false accounts? Tell me, who will make fake accounts? I need someone who is good at making fake accounts right now. ”

This voice made Raymond feel like a natural sound, he hurried to the electric horn, and shouted with all his strength: "I will make false accounts, I am an actuary at PricewaterhouseCoopers, my biggest specialty is to make false accounts, I promise to do absolutely perfect, even the IRS people can't find any flaws." ”

Raymond's roar even drowned out the sound of the electric horn, and he knocked several people away and rushed to the electric horn, "I, I, I, I can really do fake accounts." I've done fake accounts for more than 100 large corporations around the world. Believe me, I'm an expert in this area. ”

The man with the electric horn glanced at Raymond a few times, then tilted his head and said, "Then you stand behind me." ”

Raymond held the child in his arms and clung to the man with the electric horn, and several soldiers with guns beside him stopped the surging crowd.

Electric Horn recruited a lot of people this time, and soon more than fifty people were standing behind him. Others interviewed these people on the spot, and when they passed, they were given a piece of bread and water to drink.

Bread, bread, bread, just half a loaf of bread sold his wife, and now Raymond has a loaf of bread. He hurriedly found the electric horn and begged, "Please give me some time, I am going to ransom my wife, she has just been bought." ”

"No, what if you run away?" The electric horn refused without hesitation.

"I swear I won't run, and my wife used to be a dispatcher in New York Harbor, planning cargo transportation and vehicle allocation, do you need a dispatcher? Hire my wife also. Raymond continued to plead.

The electric horn pondered for a moment, and finally agreed to Raymond's request, and sent a man to follow him to redeem his wife. Raymond hurriedly chased his wife in the direction where he had been taken away, and saw his wife being raped in the ruins of a building a few hundred meters away.

"Wait, wait, I'm not selling my wife. The bread is returned to you, you have just paid half a loaf of bread, and I now redeem my wife with a loaf of bread. Raymond handed over the bread in his palm, but in the violent running, most of the bread fell apart.

"You're kidding me!" The gunman, who was cool, was furious, stood up with his pants up, and pulled out his gun to kill Raymond, "No one can play me." ”

Bang...... a gunshot!

Raymond almost thought he was finished, but when he opened his eyes after a long time, he saw that the armed men who had come with him were blowing the muzzle of their guns, and squinting at him, and said, "You and your wife had better be of some use, or Miss Fawkes will kill your whole family." (To be continued.) )