Although the dust has settled on what happened later.

But just when the struggle between the "Evans family" and the Mexicans was just beginning because of Navalli's near-death.

- That night, Navalli was rushed to an emergency hospital.

After a doctor's debridement, stitches, and emergency blood transfusion, Navalli was hanged on the brink of death — but his consciousness was in a state of confusion, unconscious, and never able to come to his senses.

"Navaly - how is he doing?"

Estrea, who had arrived urgently, asked the attending doctor.

"It's hard to say that his chest was cut open and exposed to too much of the air's contents – and the negative pressure environment in his chest was also disrupted...... Even if it can be saved, I'm afraid that life will not be very good after that. ”

The doctor thought about it for a moment and answered the truth.

Estrea hugged her chest, looked at Navalli lying in the intensive care unit, and frowned:

"So—how much will it cost to get him back?"

“…… Maybe half a million dollars? Now he's still in the ICU, and every day here costs a lot. ”

The doctor's answer silenced Estrea.

“…… Let me think about it. ”

Since the next day, Estrelia has not been seen in the hospital.

With no funds to sustain him, Navaly's injuries were unstable at this time, but he was transferred to a general ward as the first period of extreme danger had passed.

Having lost the best medication and without advanced medical technology to maintain it, Navalli was in a very poor state and woke up from dreams.

Still, Navalli's presence is a bottomless pit of expense for the hospital, even in a regular ward, because the "Evans family" refuses to pay for medical care.

As for Estrea, on the fifth day of Navalry's stay in the hospital, she packed up her belongings and disappeared from the "Evans family".

If it weren't for the fact that Navalli's injuries were in the realm of criminal cases, which touched California's "emergency payment" clause for victims of criminal cases, he would not have been able to live in a regular ward.

Despite the special "emergency funds", Navalli spent several months in the hospital and his injuries did not improve much.

Although he is now sober, he still needs someone to take care of his life, and from time to time he coughs up blood, vomits, has difficulty eating, and his body is getting thinner and thinner.

- Despite this, the investigators of the state government, who had made a special deal with the funds, wrote in the report in order to deal with the bad assets after the hospital had collected information about Navaly's status: "The hospital has reached the limit of emergency treatment, and there is no need for the person to spend government funds".

So, starting the next day, Navalli's last hospitalization fund was cut off, and he was about to be sent home by the hospital.

However, at this time, the hospital found a problem.

- There is no place to receive Navaly.

His mother is nowhere to be found, and the "Evans family" is in the middle of a gun fight with the Mexicans, refusing to accept the child. Navalli is like a duckweed that has fallen into the ocean, with no place to come and no place to return, and the hospital is in a very awkward situation from the point of view of legal procedures.

But the hospital will naturally not suffer this loss, and let all the losses be borne by themselves.

So, early one morning, a mysterious silver-gray sedan drove into the back door of the hospital, and a man scribbled a pseudonym on the hospital slip, after which, Navalli, who usually fell into a coma for most of the time and coughed up blood unconsciously, was taken by a silver-gray sedan to Los Angeles, where he was left behind after driving through a slum street without surveillance cameras.

……

Navalli felt himself feverish.

But at the same time, he felt a little chilly.

The combination of cold and heat made him feel painful.

The wound on the chest, although it had been stitched up, came with an indescribable itch.

It's itching.

Navalli felt unable to breathe.

It was as if blood was no longer flowing in the veins, but a mixture of magma and ice water.

It's not air that breathes in my throat, but blades.

The smell that enters the nasal cavity is wrapped in a thick stench.

Unconscious and blurred, Navali felt like he was dying—but he felt comforted by that.

Death, for the painful him, is not the end, but a relief.

But just as he was about to sink completely into the black, unconscious ocean, Navalli felt as if someone had grabbed his wrist.

With all his strength, he opened his eyes, and saw a face, the face of a girl not much older than himself, also of a dark race, and she looked at Navaly and exclaimed:

"Oh my God, Uncle Masip, come and see, there's a kid in the garbage heap - his face has been cut off!"

The next moment, amid the girl's screams, Navali fell unconscious again.

……

Navalli woke up from his dream, and the sharp pain in his chest made him frown.

He struggled to get out of bed, breathing heavily, his throat getting tighter and tighter, the airflow clogging between his lungs and his airways, a feeling of suffocation.

After a long time, the blockage finally felt as if something had broken through it, and Navalli coughed heavily, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm came out of his throat.

Bloody sputum fell to the ground, and Navalli got up from the bed and turned on the light.

The environment inside the bedroom is illuminated.

- This is a small bedroom, about seven or eight square meters, with a single bed in the middle, and next to it is a computer desk with a screen and a case.

Navalli walked out of the room, staggered out of the bedroom, into the living room, took out a bottle of milk from the fridge, and a bag of toast, put the food in the basket, and staggered back to his bedroom.

Even if it was just a few short steps, Navalli was sweating all over. By the time he finally sat back down at his desk, he was out of breath and coughed dryly in his throat.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Navalli sat down at his computer desk and turned on the computer, the screen lit up.

He slowly chewed bread and drank milk, finally regaining some strength and spirit.

When you turn on your computer, you'll find a familiar interface.

After a few taps in a row, the ordinary operation interface switched instantly, turning into the entrance to the dark web. In the chaotic cyber world of no identity, Navalli became "Octelotl" and entered this large net as the "jaguar warrior" he was most familiar with—he would not have an old illness, he would not lack mobility, and he would not go out of breath after a few steps.

In this world, "ocelotl" is an agile being that spreads out like a spider and can set off storms and waves.

"Hey, Ocelotl."

The communication channel's dialog box lit up, and it was a guy who was also disguised as "God Talk", who asked Navalry:

"Hey, interested in taking an order? Jaguar samurai? ”

Navalli looked thoughtfully at the computer screen:

"What list?"

"Hacking into corporate secrets, an Internet company, just raised a billion dollars — my client wants its information."

Navalli pulled back the curtains behind his computer desk, and from here he could see the trees on the street outside, and judging by the view from the window, the room was on the third floor of a low-rise apartment.

Navalli watched the hurried figure of the pedestrian peeking out of the shade of the trees, and continued typing on the computer:

"What price?"

"Segment price - its intranet administrator privilege BUG, 1 BTC; All user profiles, 3 BTC; Framework-level code skeleton, 3 BTC. Packed together 10 BTC. ”

Does that add up to hundreds of thousands of dollars?

Navali replied succinctly:

"Address."

The next moment, Navali received a text message from the other party, which showed information about the Internet company - it was a video site, the number of users in the world had just exceeded 50 million, and the founder appeared on the front page of the website in high spirits, and he held the hand of the CEO of another large company in a suit, celebrating that he had just received financing from the other party.

Navalli closed the website, cut off the communication channel, and quickly tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and soon a new image appeared on the computer.

That's the backstage of a bounty screen.

Nava alternates bounties from several accounts, each with a bounty of between 1 BTC and 5 BTC, which is one of the more valuable but not particularly noticeable types of bounty sites. The content of the bounty is all the information about the current situation of an object - including the address, the identity of the user, the affinity of the next object, and so on.

As for the targets of the bounty, they were a Mexican-American woman named "Estrea"; an American man named "Baylubik Evans"; There is also a man named "Gerardo Filmende", who is said to have escaped from prison after being arrested by the FBI.

In the background of the bounty mission, there were many messages from different anonymous people, but after pulling today's message from the top down, Navalli showed an expected but still somewhat disappointed expression.

“…… Still no news? ”

Those messages were either a stroke of luck or software PS, and there was nothing new worth noticing.

He shook his head and switched interfaces, all the information about the dark web disappeared, and the computer screen returned to the original interface.

Navalli struggled to his feet, leaned against the wall, and walked with difficulty to the bathroom.

Brushing his teeth, washing his face, a handful of water touching the wound on his face, faint itching and pain, Navalli looked in the mirror as the man, lost in thought.

- In the mirror, there is a man's face completely covered in a dark red scar.

Navalli has been living in the world with this diabolical face since more than a decade ago.

And the maker of this face, the so-called uncle who is related to him, has long since disappeared without a trace, and no matter how Navalli offered a reward, he still failed to get any news from the other party.

Even he himself almost died next to the garbage heap, if not saved by some people......

Thinking of this, Navalli staggered out of the bathroom, changed into his coat, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room.

"Ah...... The time for the assembly is approaching. ”

Thinking of this, Navalli's breathing finally eased a little.

He put on his coat, went to the entrance, changed his shoes, opened the door and walked out.

(End of chapter)