Determination is not forced to be rushed, and few people can be born out of thin air.

The shot on the masthead last night had already made these children from all over realize that the situation was out of control.

In the past, no matter what they did, the masthead would at most hang them up and beat them, or starve them for a day or two, after all, they were all children sent to "work" by welfare homes or poor families, and the masthead did not dare to put too heavy a hand.

But yesterday, the maophead shot one of the children and the bullet went into the thigh, and instead of letting the child go to the hospital, the masthead randomly found a wire and pulled the bullet out.

The bleeding stopped, but the child began to have a fever in the second half of the night, and today he had a fever all day, and he has not recovered until now, but is getting worse and worse.

The children in the dormitory all thought that he had to be sent to the hospital, but they had no money, and everyone put together the money they had "saved" and it was less than 500 yuan, which was definitely not enough to see a doctor.

The eldest children in the dormitory, in the face of such a situation, finally bred a trace of murderous intent.

"He seems to have caused ......trouble," said a child behind the masthead, talking in a low voice to his companions, who were not necessarily naïve than the adults who had just entered society, but more mature than the men, or treacherous.

Judging by the panicked look on the mastard's face and the fact that he didn't go into the dorm room with a whip in search of the pleasure of control, he must have been in trouble, and it looked like he was about to abscond with his family.

The kids had planned to talk to him when he broke into the dormitory, and if he was willing to pay for their companions' medical treatment, then everything would be the same as before.

But if he doesn't want to, tonight is the time for him to go to God.

It's just that I didn't expect such an accident to happen.

The other child replied softly, "That's fine, we'll do it when it's a little farther away." ”

The next few people stopped talking, and followed the masthead closely, but the masthead didn't realize it, and they wouldn't have thought that these children who let him beat and humiliate would actually follow him at this time, and have murderous intentions.

Seeing that the surrounding environment began to become deserted, and the buildings became fewer and fewer, they had already left the urban circle of Sabin, and outside was the endless wilderness and intercity and intercontinental roads.

Every day, long-distance buses to other cities pass by on these roads, and there are always some well-wishers, and the masthead is not worried about being helpless when running into the wilderness.

At this time, the killing intent in the eyes of several children was no longer contained, and they quickly lowered their bodies and rushed towards the masthead.

The sound of footsteps from behind him suddenly alarmed the already extremely sensitive head, and he turned around and saw nothing except a pitch black and faint shadow, and suddenly frightened the whole person.

He loudly threatened the owner of the footsteps behind him, and ran quickly, but he carried so many things on his body, and he was older, and the days of "pampering" were much better, and his physical strength would not be comparable to these children who were begging for a living outside all day long.

Seeing the silent shadows getting closer and closer, the masthead took out his pistol and pointed it at one of the shadows and pulled the trigger.

Peng's voice flashed a fleeting light in the dark night, and the horror on the face of the newspaper head contrasted sharply with the coldness on the faces of the children.

The bullet grazed a few sparks on the ground and didn't know where it flew and didn't hit, and the weapon itself was converted into a flare gun with many shortcomings, even if it was fired at close range, the accuracy was very poor.

The masthead pulled the trigger with the hammer again, but this time, the pistol was dumb, which was also the second disadvantage of the flare gun modification, the hammer and the roller magazine were not synchronized, and sometimes it was necessary to manually adjust it to accurately hit the primer.

The bullet did not shoot, which made the expression of the newspaper head hidden in the darkness even more terrifying, he fired another shot, still did not fire, immediately threw off the pistol and ran forward frantically, and the shadows behind chased faster.

A minute or two later, one of the shadows was already close to the masthead, and he pushed the back of the masthead, and the original center of gravity on the masthead instantly staggered forward several steps, and suddenly fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped.

The black shadows chased after them silently, not saying a word, raising the kitchen knife in their hands, or stabbing the sharpened steel bar at the body of the masthead, they didn't know how many times they stabbed it, and they didn't stop until the masthead was motionless.

Perhaps because of the relaxation of their spirits after the killing, the children's bodies began to tremble, and they began to sweat profusely, and after they had rested for a while, they picked up the contents of the masthead and took everything with them.

After waiting for about five minutes, Lynch came out of the grove outside the road, walked to the newspaper head, crouched down, and felt his pulse with his gloved hand to make sure he was dead before leaving.

He didn't follow those children, he just thought it was funny, maybe this is the so-called reincarnation?

Glancing back at the corpse on the masthead, Lynch returned to the grove and rolled out his bike and rode slowly towards the city.

When the morning comes, there will always be people passing by and finding the masthead dead on the side of the road.

Maybe these people will call the police, but more likely they will intersect with the body and leave as if they didn't see anything.

Calling the police means that they will be interrogated by the police, and they will become suspects, and they will even be restrained from leaving Sabine at will, which is not a good thing for many people who need to travel between cities.

All the little evidence that remains will be destroyed in the indifference of passers-by, and even the police will not know that such a person died on the road outside the city.

Back at home, Lynch took a shower, and he calmly thought about what was next, to grow, to grow, and to take the first step.

In fact, the business between Lynch and Mr. Fox was not only alarmed by the head of the investigation team of the tax bureau like Michael, who sought to improve himself, but also some other financial companies in Sabin.

It's so transparent that it's hard to hide too much information, and when people find out or hear from somewhere that Mr. Fox is depositing a large amount of cash in the bank, they start to pay attention to it.

After a few days of observation, study, some people have figured out how Mr. Fox keeps his money in the bank.

To be honest, there's nothing to praise about it, there's nothing technical about it, and Lynch hasn't thought about stopping these people by some not-so-bright means.

He doesn't think he's a gambler, he's not an executioner, he's not a scoundrel, he's just a businessman, maybe a little less law-abiding at times, but more often than not, he's a defender of the law and the rules.

The business is there, and others will do it well.

From the back of the tavern, Lynch climbed the fire ladder, and then pushed open the hidden window and returned to the room, and then lay down in bed after a simple tidying up, and it was another full day!