Rule 1 of the rules of dealing with villains: Don't let him know what you want, or what you really care. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just like what Chu Man is doing now, he wants to find that girl in the slums, but if he asks someone if he has seen a little yellow girl of about what age and appearance, then being cheated out of the last cent in his wallet is the easiest end.

One of the right things to do is to find a clever little ghost, or pimp, pull out a picture of President Jackson, and tell them with a look that men understand that if they want to find a "clean" little girl, they just need to lead the way.

It doesn't matter if you find the wrong person, as long as you pretend to be picky, you don't like it, and make up a little bit of requisition, after repeating it a few times, Chu Man found the little girl, she was squatting on the edge of the dilapidated corridor crying, as for the reason for her crying, it was printed on her face.

“Who'syourdaddy？”

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No one cares that a yellow girl is missing in the slums, even if her adoptive father, who barely keeps her from starving, just curses a few little bitches, regrets that she hasn't had time to get her money back, and then continues to live a life that numbs herself with alcohol.

Rebecca glared at the man who was fiddling with the machine in front of her, and after squeaking and cursing for more than ten minutes until the stuck mouth was too much to bear, she turned to try to kill him with her eyes, and at the same time, the hand behind her back struggled dishonestly.

Even if the man didn't do anything to her for a while, she knew very well how dirty the world was growing up in the slums, the beggars who were beaten into disabilities, the children who were forced to pick up customers in the shadowy rooms...... That's why even if she is scolded, beaten, cold and starved, she always relies on her adoptive father, at least he can still provide her with a little protection.

And today, that little bit of protection has finally been broken.

The man, who had a strange smile that made her shiver stand as soon as his eyes met her, diverted her attention with a word at her door, which was neither warm nor safe, and then stunned her with a drugged handkerchief.

When she woke up in the bumpy trunk of the car, she found that her hands and feet were tied, her mouth was taped up, no matter how much she struggled and screamed, no one cared about her, and when the endless intimacy, pain, and contact between her head and the iron sheet finally came to an end, she saw that damn weird smiling face again.

That kind of expression, like the expression of a child when he is teasing a new and interesting little bug, is more annoying than the obscene look of the disgusting fat man on the third floor when he looks at her, as for that just makes her feel disgusting, and this ...... It made her feel her weakness and powerlessness very clearly.

It was as if right now, this damn man didn't treat her any more than the trash can next to her, except for the occasional glance.

'Touched something...... Rebecca, who was still struggling just now, froze now, she carefully groped for the small Xiaoice cold object that her fingers touched, and little by little groped out the truth of it: a file!

But the presence of that man, even if he didn't deliberately look at her, Rebecca still didn't dare to file the rope that bound her hands, for some reason, she was afraid, 'God, helpme...... 'obviously hated the old woman in the church who was so verbose.

As if God had heard the call of her heart, the man suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped what he was doing, took off his work gloves and apron, and walked out.

"Click, click......"

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

'Here's your chance!' she grabbed the file tightly, put it on the string between her wrists, and filed it with every ounce of strength in her hands, even if the file cut her wrist every now and then, it could not make her stop for a moment.

The open doorway lay silently in front of her, and the man would come back at any moment, and the hissing of each file cutting through the rope was as clear and as rapid as her nervous heartbeat!

"Smack!"

Disconnected!

Rebecca didn't even rub her wrist, which had been tied for a long time, so she reached out and began to untie the rope on her feet, and the rope with only two knots was not difficult to untie, but she couldn't wait to have a few more fingers to untie it quickly, because- "Click, click......"

The footsteps are back!

Ripping off the loose rope, Rebecca crawled onto the table where the man had been working, and there was a gun, a little too big for her hand!

Caught it! Heavy weight, cold barrel and trigger, and intricately carved handles...... Rebecca, who didn't have time to feel any more, grabbed the gun and turned to the door, to be precise, to the man who had just walked to the door.

"Oh oh, this is not good, bad boys will be punished~" However, the man was still calm, no, still completely regarded her as nothing, and walked towards her without a pause. "Click, click......"

The hand holding the gun gripped harder, the fingers that were on the trigger began to press down, and the smile that was getting closer and closer made her can't help but scream: "Don't come, don't fucking come here!!"

However, the man was still walking towards her step by step, two meters, one and a half meters, one and a half meters...... Rebecca pulled the trigger hard, and that index finger seemed to suppress the strength of her whole body-

"Click!" The only sound given by the gun was the sound of the hammer hitting the air, and Rebecca refused to believe it and deducted it for the second and third time: "Click, click......"

The man finally walked up to her and reached out to grab her hand, which was still pulling the trigger in despair, "The gun left by the enemy, it is a very fatal mistake to pick it up and use it without checking it. ”

Broke Rebecca's fingers one by one, took the "failed product", and removed the magazine and pulled the pull bolt in front of her...... Bit by bit disassembled into parts, and seven bullets without gunpowder, "this is the first lesson you have to learn, put it back together, when it will be done, when you will have something to eat." ”

Leaving this sentence and the parts neatly arranged on the table, Chu Man turned around and left, and before the iron door separated her line of sight, Chu Man added: "By the way, from today onwards, your name is Levy." ”

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“TWO-HAND...... You'll have to prepare two big guns. Chu Man recalled the memories that were hooked up by Levy, and some small details always felt that they did not fit his aesthetics, such as the two spaghetti pistols and the two pistols that had not yet been put on the market.

Brazilian Taurus PT-92, improved from Italian BERETTA92F, gun type development time: 1983.

It's incredible, there is a future in his memory, but it's a pity that Professor Einstein didn't live a long life, otherwise Chu Man would be happy to visit this master who is at the pinnacle of the world in theoretical physics.

There was no science master who could help, so Chu Man had to put Levy within his grasp first, and he was still quite interested in cultivating a Levy who was different from his memory, and cultivating a more violent and fierce killing flower.

And now, he had to deal with an uninvited little mouse, a little mouse from the gray world of New York: "Who'syourdaddy?"