In the early morning of September 23, 2045, the day after the text message incident was exposed.

"You can't do this!" Deputy Mayor J Luo was a little excited, and after saying that, he turned around with his hands behind his back.

Penelope sat in his chair and took a drag on his cigarette.

"Whew-" slowly spit out again.

"If not, why do you say that the middle fee is so much trouble?"

"The general election is tomorrow, and the victory is clearly in hand, what if something goes wrong" Ronaldo turned to face Penelope, very excited.

"If I can't humiliate him before the election, how can I be relieved of my cruelty. And," Penelope flicked the butt of his cigarette with a subtle look of contempt, and continued, "His last card, Mark had already turned back last night, and Joyce was a god, and it was impossible to pull a game back"

Speaking of which, what he said to Mark last night slowly came to Penelope's mind.

"Do you think that pulling him off the horse will offset the humiliation you have suffered for three years! If you are not the mayor, he Joyce can still live well, and let him go so easily? If you don't let him die, how can you relieve the hatred in your heart!" Penelope could feel Mark's irrepressible anger even on the other end of the phone, and in the excited words, he could faintly hear the sound of "clucking" between his teeth, not like he was pretending.

It's not out of trust in Mark, how can a cunning person like Penelope believe in a person who has just turned back, but Mark's words really touched Penelope's heart, from the previous scenery to now can only hide behind the shadow for three years, suffering from the world's sighs, this contrast in the heart, several times made this conceited and arrogant old man almost collapse, and Penelope carefully thought about Mark's plan, there is indeed no loophole.

"But," Ronaldo's words pulled Penelope back from his memory.

"That's enough" Penelope began to get impatient and "snapped" and slammed the table. "J Ronaldo, think about whose credit you have for being where you are today, don't be too self-conscious. I'm not talking to you, I'm informing you. ”

J Luo stopped talking, his expression looked a little helpless, and he spread his hands, "Okay, you have the final say"

Penelope's voice calmed down, and he took another sharp puff "Keep an eye on Joyce"

At 20:00, Joyce came out of the bar on West Street, drunk. He staggered and walked towards the house on Fifth Avenue, and was about to turn a corner, when suddenly a big hand reached out from nowhere and tightly covered his mouth, "Hmm-" I just wanted to struggle but found that I had no strength in my body, and my eyes were black, so I lost consciousness.

When Joyce awoke, he found himself locked in a closed room, and tried to move his hands, only to find his hands tied behind his back, and the man sitting in a shabby chair. The eyes were foggy and he looked around, the room was dim, and the atmosphere was unusually gloomy and terrifying. "Where is this?"

At this moment, a person walked in from outside the house, with a bare head and a wrinkled face, and this person was none other than Penelope!

Joyce was suddenly awakened, his ass couldn't sit still in his chair, his feet glared at the ground, and he leaned back hard, "What are you going to do? Do you know what you're doing, illegal imprisonment is going to jail!"

Penelope looked ruffian and spread his hands, "Who knows, even if I" Penelope walked in slowly, leaned into Joyce's ear and whispered, "Kill you, whatever, everyone will think that you were killed by the family of some victim." ”

After hearing Penelope's words, Joyce's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably.

"Hahaha" Penelope laughed maniacally before straightening up. Then he moved a chair and sat down in front of Joyce.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you" Penelope's voice suddenly became delicate, making the back of the neck chill.

"What can I talk to you about" Even in this environment, Joyce was as calm as ever.

Penelope didn't care what Joyce said, and went on to say, "Let's start talking three years ago."

Joyce stared at Penelope, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Penelope continued, "Three years ago, I was the leader of the party in this city, doing what I had to do every day, and I didn't know that you would be provoked there, and I would be killed."

Joyce looked at him, the wrinkles on his forehead squeezed out, surprised how Penelope could ask such a question, paused, and then said, "You didn't mess with me, but you messed with the laws of this city"

After a moment of silence, Penelope suddenly burst into a cautious laugh, "Hahaha, I thought you would say something lofty to me, you talk to me about the law?" Penelope's expression was almost distorted by the wild laughter, but in an instant it returned to normal, "Then I'll tell you about the Fa, at the beginning, when my brother was beaten to death by the son of a rich man, I only saw ********, and I was threatened not to say it, where is the law?" Because I didn't please the people above, the store was confiscated, and the family was about to starve to death, I only saw those cold eyes, where is the Fa?"

"Laws are written for the strong, Joyce, don't you still understand? Maybe you want to question me when I built my business empire, which caused many families to die, but without me, Degus could have achieved today's achievements? Isn't it the result of my efforts at that time that Degus has today's economic achievements? Every new breakthrough will have sacrifices, and taking care of everyone can only stop moving! Moreover, those whose families are ruined and those who are ruined are all weak without exception, and society has given them an environment to live in, but they will only rely on their own things and do not want to make progress, and in the end they can only be plundered, can I blame me? This is how the world eliminates the weak and leaves the strong, and the elite is the future of mankind, and these people who can't even save themselves are not wasting our resources? No matter how much money I earn, it is what I deserve, and I have the ability! If it were not for me, would you be able to go to school, and would you be able to stay in a hospital? And you, Joyce, you can have such a good office hall job, and you don't look at what Dergus was like 50 years ago, and now that the economy is developing, you want to kick me away, and you treat me like a monkey? Huh?"

While Penelope was engrossed in his own business, Joyce cautiously rubbed her hand into the back pocket of her pants, "Huh, where's the phone?!"

"Don't bother, I searched everything on you before I came" Joyce's heart was numb, and he quickly raised his head in fright,

"Today I will let you feel what it means to be desperate. Come on, Mark" Penelope beckoned back.

Then I saw a black-skinned man come out from behind Penelope,

He opened his mouth and said "I'm sorry"

Penelope knocked on Erlang's leg, "Joyce, you're really going to make trouble with yourself, if it breaks out that you know where you're going to be blown up in advance and don't care about it, let it go, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as losing the position of a mayor, right?"

"Penelope!" Joyce gritted his teeth.

"Hahaha, do you know how long I've been waiting for you to look like this, you're just too conceited! Otherwise, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily, I knew that you wouldn't compromise when I messaged you, and you would keep me attacking until you found a loophole to break me. But I don't know that your conceit is the deadliest weapon I use to defeat you" I saw Penelope stand up, approached Joyce, pulled out a bright knife from his pocket, and the cold was pressing, "What are you going to do?" Joyce leaned back, Penelope ignored Joyce, and without a trace of hesitation, he plunged into Joyce's stomach.

A heart-rending pain exploded in the abdomen, biting and scurrying at the stomach of 10,000 fire ants. "Hmm" felt like a fire in the stomach, and for a while, I vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha," Penelope's smile twisted to the point of madness.

"Isn't it perfect, ah, Joyce, isn't it cool to die the night before the election, don't you like perfection the most" Penelope twisted the handle slightly, so that the knife that had been deeply inserted still writhed in Joyce's intestines!

"Ah!!h

Penelope wiped the blood from his hands and sat back down, "Joyce, there is no perfect thing in this world, where the sun shines, there must be shadows, they are meant to coexist. ”

"Hmph" Joyce snorted with the last of his strength, "You old fellow, you really give yourself a reason, ahem, ahem"

Penelope was completely annoyed by Joyce's words, stood up at once, turned around, and handed Mark a knife, "Stab him in the stomach, so that your previous betrayal of me will be written off, and you and your wife who makes clothes won't have to live so hard in the future."

Mark took the knife, his hands shaking, and Penelope squeezed his hand and motioned for him to calm down. "You need to know what it means to you"

Mark slowly walked up to Joyce and found that Joyce's blood had soaked the bench, and Mark was still a little unable to do it, but after seeing Joyce look at him, Mark closed his eyes and "I'm sorry," and stabbed Joyce in the other side of the stomach,

"Ahh

Back on the evening of the 22nd, when the content of Joyce's text message was broadcast on the TV on a loop, Mark knew that Joyce was gone.

Mark sat at home, his hands rubbing together incessantly, contemplating his own way out.

"Penelope should have suspected me, and after getting rid of Joyce, it must be me. "Mark sat on the chair and couldn't sit still, and even if I continued to trick Penelope, I would never be able to regain my identity, and Anna would be a woman who made clothes for the rest of her life. ”

Mark remembered the picture when Kant was bullying Anna before, but he could only stand by and watch, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times.

But what about Joyce? Joyce has been my friend since childhood, and has always treated me like an older brother, and I definitely can't betray him.

Mark touched the burns on his face and remembered the fire three years ago, when Joyce risked his life to save himself from the fire.

In the hospital in Dergus in 2042, Mark is half wrapped in bandages and Joyce sits aside.

"Mike, there's a mission here. Would you like to?"

Mike opened his mouth slightly, "My life is all given by you, you say"

"From now on, Mike is dead, you become a different person, called Mark, and you no longer work as a night gentleman, but a wandering thug, and it may be a little dangerous to break into Penelope's side, and you and your wife will never see each other again, will you?"

Mike thought for a long time, "how long"

Joyce bent down and approached Mike on the hospital bed, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "I promise you, in no more than 3 years, I will definitely reunite you with your wife." ”

Mike looked into Joyce's resolute eyes and nodded.

Time rewinds to the night of September 22, 2045, and Mark pulls back from his memories to reality. Stared at Penelope's phone for a long time, and was about to press delete Penelope's phone. Joyce's call came out of nowhere, and Mark remembered Joyce's call.

Before Mark could tap on his phone to express the coded words, Joyce's voice came from the other end of the phone

"Hey—"

"Hmm"

"Mark, tell me honestly if you betrayed me"

This sentence caught Mark off guard, he never thought that Joyce would doubt himself, his heart was half cold, his voice was a little trembling, in addition to anger, it was more cold.

"Why do you think so?"

"Hahaha, that's what I said, I mean a little gangster who came out of the night gentleman, how can he be reliable, that time he asked me to go to the night gentleman, just to up!"

Hearing Joyce call himself, Mark trembled a little with anger, but still restrained his emotions "I didn't," I really didn't know that time, and Penelope didn't tell me. Mark tried to keep his emotions to a back burner, trying to make every word clear.

"Hehe-" Joyce's sneering voice came from the other end of the line. followed by an extremely chilling sentence: "I can understand that you inferior people, you can even sacrifice everything for the sake of profit, there are so many places to meet, you just pick a gentleman in the middle of the night." Now that I am ruined, are you happy? I tell you, I am ruined, you will not have good fruit to eat, and you still want to live a good life with your lowly wife by relying on your work, you can dream of it!"

Mark was so angry that he hung up the phone, he didn't know that he was so lowly and ugly in Joyce's heart, "Ah" Mark stood up and kicked on the couch. The couch flipped over and slammed into the floor. "Ahh

"Joyce, it's you who is unkind"

Mark flipped out the phone and made a call to Penelope.

"Old man, I have something to tell you. ”

On Joyce's side, Joyce slumped on the couch, threw the phone on the couch, and sighed.

Stroking his forehead, "Mike... I'm sorry."

An hour passed, and Mark's other phone, which was specifically for the mayor's message, suddenly flashed, indicating that an anonymous letter had been received.

"Joyce, what the hell is going on, damn it, don't look at it" sat up from the bed, held the phone high and smashed it down, and just as he was about to get rid of it, he suddenly stopped.

Mark sighed, and finally clicked the message away.