With one more person on the road, Dean was not so comfortable maintaining his weapons while driving, so he turned to think about the Blood Sacrifice Gang and the Guardian Goddess, and chatted with Salma with or without a match.

Grateful for saving her life, Salma showed unusual trust, candidly chatting with Dean about her past, when she lived with her mother in Mexico, a small cartel-ruled town until she was five years old.

"Most of the people in the town will die before they are fifty years old," Salmato said, looking out the window of his car at a receding vineyard, "either from poisoned powder, from complications from diabetes, or from gangs and cartels." ”

"Complications of diabetes? Is it because you eat corn a lot? Dean asked, looking at his face in the rearview mirror,

"No, corn and peppers are healthy foods, it's incredible to say, the main reason for the prevalence of diabetes is that Coca-Cola has ruled Mexico..."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Salma's eyes,

"There is a Coca-Cola factory in my hometown, and the local government sells water to the Coca-Cola factory at a very low price... Then the cola factory began to dump coke on the townspeople, selling it cheaper than precious water, and many of the townspeople drank coke directly to quench their thirst, and slowly became ill, and my own father died of a heart attack caused by diabetes. ”

Belch.

Dean thought of the news he had heard a lot in his previous life, what college students used drinks as water and became seriously ill at a young age.

I didn't expect Coke to have such a powerful lethality in Mexico.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's been a long time, and after my dad died, my mother spent all her savings to smuggle me from Laredo."

Salma's eyes are complicated,

"The cartels here are less arrogant, they can drink water instead of sweet, toothless coke, and there are street shootings, but not as blatant. She worked as an illegal worker for several years, went through a big march, and got legal status after marrying a white man, and finally established herself in this new home. ”

She paused, staring at the long, empty road ahead,

"But my stepfather is not a good thing, he doesn't work and has no income, and he knows all day that he is drunk and gambling, and he reaches out to my mother for money. My mother worked fifteen hours a day, and the money she earned was not enough for him to spend. ”

"But if we couldn't pay for it, he beat us and pumped it with a drying rack and a belt. From elementary school to middle school, for a long time, my deepest memory is when I came home and saw her injured. Salma took a deep breath and put her hands on her shoulders, "When I was eighteen, my mother was beaten to death by him to protect me. ”

Dean rubbed his nose and slowed down, turning the dynamic and lively music on the radio into a slightly calmer pure music.

The "shadow" in the back row looked at the girl, and there was a hint of sympathy in her colorful eyes.

"Didn't one of your presidents say that Mexico's greatest misfortune is that it is too far from heaven and too close to the United States."

"Yes. It's not paradise, my stepfather killed someone, and he was locked up for a few months before he was released..."Salma wiped the corners of her eyes and said reluctantly, "I couldn't continue to live with this bastard, so I ran away from home and wandered for four years until now." The only thing I miss is that little guy..."

Dean turned his head to stare into her eyes and asked, "Where does your stepfather live?" Didn't you think about revenge? ”

"I—I'm not sure." Salma's eyebrows were tangled together, and she hung her head in a slurred.

……

As if she felt that she had made a bad start, Salma shared a lot of interesting experiences from her own journey, her mouth was sweet, with a hint of flattery, her voice was tactful and sounded like a nightingale, her beautiful face was always smiling, and her dark eyes were rippling.

It's pleasing to the eye.

The dull atmosphere in the carriage was swept away, and it became extremely cheerful and lively.

When the car stopped at the gas station at noon, Salma also got out of the car very obediently to buy lunch, refuel... Pay for it yourself.

Dean calmly admired the beauty and the idyllic scenery of Texas, and couldn't help but feel that it was not a bad thing to take Salma for two days.

It wasn't until late in the evening, when the sun was shining to the west and ironing out a golden cloud, that Volvo drove down the road to a small town near Laredo, passing through wooden houses topped by red gables.

Salma looked at the familiar houses on the side of the road, her eyes were in a trance, her cheeks tensed, she gritted her teeth, and pulled out a rubber band to tie the hair of her shawl neatly behind her head.

"What's wrong, there's a problem?" Dean noticed her anomaly slowing down,

"Mr. Andy, can you—can you stop for a moment behind the side of the road on the left?"

"Why?"

"I have something to do, I have an acquaintance who lives there and wants to 'say hello' to him."

Acquaintance?

Dean thought of what she had told before, nodded, and pulled the car into the remote country road on the left, parked not far from a lonely wooden house surrounded by greenery and flowers.

Salma looked over apprehensively, "Do you have a gun on you?" ”

"Yes." Dean didn't hesitate to reach into his arms, took out a loaded M1911A1 and handed it over, and pointed to his neck and chest and abdomen, "Aim position, pull the trigger, just one shot, will you use it?" ”

"Well, I've been hit a few times," she took the gun with trembling fingers, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her towering chest heaving a few times,

"Shall I go with you?" Dean silently unleashed a telekinetic shield to wrap around the woman's body.

Salma smiled gratefully, "No, you have given me great courage to send me here." ”

She got out of the car with her gun in hand, moved her straight thighs, rushed to the cabin like a warrior woman, and knocked on the door rudely.

Dean opened two bottles of juice and touched Shadow and took a big sip as he peered into the cabin from God's perspective.

On the side of the sofa full of empty wine bottles, an old white man with long brown hair, shorts, and a stubbled beard heard the knock on the door, crawled slowly, walked over and opened the door, and immediately met the girl's sharp eyes, stunned for a moment, and showed a smiling smile.

"Salma? It's so beautiful, where have you been all these years, let Dad take a good look. ”

"Falk squid! I'm here for revenge, bastard! ”

Bang!

The sound of gunfire shook the woods, a few frightened sparrows flew off the branches, wisps of blood flowed from the cracks in the door of the hut, and Salma strode in.

Two minutes later.

Salma carried a large bag of clothes in her right hand, and a little girl in a white dress with her left hand in her left hand ran to the car in a panic, sat in the back seat, and handed the gun back to Dean.

"Mr. Andy, please drive and continue on the road."

"Don't worry, no one is paying attention to your actions." Dean gave Shadow a look, and the latter flew towards the cabin and began to expertly dispose of the corpses and bloodstains at the door, cleaning up the mess, "Who is this girl?" ”

"My sister, Lillian, will be five years old this year, and she used to live with my stepfather, but she can't stay with that beast any longer, and she will be better off if I take care of her from now on!"

Salma generously took off her dress with hidden blood spots and changed into a blue t-shirt and denim jacket in front of Dean.

Dean turned his gaze to the quiet little girl, with a small face, long eyelashes, big eyes, and some similar facial features to Salma, but the skin was not healthy wheat but white, and the dark straight hair hung down over the shoulders, quiet and cute like a delicate Barbie doll.

She was biting her fingers and looking curiously at the strange uncle in front of her, only to see the other party grinning, handing a piece of chocolate from her bosom and touching her little head.

"Eat, little one."

The little girl ate candy and her eyes bent into crescents.

Salma noticed the gentle smile on Dean's face, and unconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief, and all her previous worries were put down,

"I'm sorry, I should have told you in advance that my stepfather lives here. By the way, I scared the bastard with my gun, and the bullet grazed his arm. ”

"I don't need to explain, I understand." Dean noticed that the corpses and blood stains in the wooden house had been chained into the underworld, completely destroying the corpses, and he looked at her encouragingly, "You bravely used your guns to protect yourself and your loved ones, revenge, you did a great job, you are a good girl, Salma." ”

Listening to this gentle whisper, Salma's nose was sour, her eyes were misty and she glanced at Dean deeply, then lowered her head and hugged Lillian tightly, and kissed her forehead,

"Don't be afraid, baby, we're moving to a new house."

……

The little girl Lilian is very adaptable, not afraid of life at all, but she is too quiet, sitting in her sister's arms like a little mute, lying by the car window, admiring the sunset and unfamiliar flowers and plants, blowing the cool wind, all the way forward.

The trio arrived at a "forest inn" at eight p.m.

Dean said to the bespectacled aunt at the front desk, "Hello, I want to book a room." ”

Auntie's eyes swept over Dean and Salma, the combination of handsome men and beautiful women made her eyes shine, and when her eyes swept over the petite girl holding the two, her face became more loving, and she beckoned,

"Your daughter is so cute, how old is she?"

Salma grinned, "Five years old. ”

Dean shook her head, "She's my niece, my sister's." Give us two single rooms and six dinners. ”

"Wait a minute..."

……

Under bright and warm lights.

Two adults and one small enjoy a hot dinner in one room.

Lillian ate so sweetly that Salma's eyes opened and closed so much that Salma could almost think of the neglect and mistreatment she had suffered in the past, and her eyes became more and more loving.

Dean watched this heartwarming scene, and after a long time, he turned on the TV, which happened to be the news station—

"The two robbers who robbed the bank in the city of Abilene are still at large... They traveled from east to west along South Texas, ransacking a convenience store again along the way, and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with Texas Patrol officers who came on duty, and one of them was shot and killed... The fugitives are very vicious, if you find a clue, please call the local police immediately..."

Two pictures appeared on the top of the screen - one tall and one short, two men, wearing a black suit and tie, a tall man wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, a large face, slightly bulging eyes, a hint of nervousness mixed with a polite temperament, his name was marked as Ricky Goko, a short man with a shallow beard, mature and handsome, and his well-developed muscles held the suit high and bulging, called Seth Goko.

The outline of the facial features of the two can tell the Mexican ancestry.

"Brother Goko," Dean said, looking at the two faces, and complained, "you can be a model and a robber for all your looks." ”

"We're done eating, and I'm going to give Lillian a bath," Salma said, turning her head, "and you're going to sit in the room for a while?" ”

"I'm going next door, you two sisters are slowly catching up, I'll call you again tomorrow morning."

Dean said goodbye to the two of them, returned to the next room, took out the firearms, portable bazookas, and explosives in the fantasy space and checked them to confirm that they were working properly.

White flames poured out of his body, and long knife-like wolf fangs and various extraordinary weapons poured into his palms, carefully polished.

The life energy wriggled and changed on the surface of the body, shaping pieces of feathers, condensing into various shapes of wings, swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

The "shadows" around him activated their telekinesis and created hundreds of pale blue ice balls, crimson fireballs, and silver-white electric balls of almost the same size in the void, which swirled and flew around the entire house, sometimes forming a colorful giant cross, sometimes forming a wide giant sword, sometimes forming a triangular pyramid...

The hot and cold air currents intertwined, impacting the invisible telekinetic shield.

reflects Dean's resolute and calm face.

Even when he wasn't fighting, he still maintained the habit of training every day, trying his best to improve his proficiency.

……

Time flies during training.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the moon rises right in the middle of the sky.

A knock on the door woke Dean from the silence, he opened the door, Salma in a white silk pajama stood outside the door, her cheeks were red, the black hair on her left shoulder was swaying with a touch of wetness, her eyes were like a deep pool, the bright moonlight fell on her body, she was like a moon goddess wearing a silver veil, and she raised a bottle of wine in Dian's hand,

"Lillian asleep, let's have a cup of tequila from my hometown? Please, I've never had such a thirst for drinking in my life as I do now. ”

Dean wanted to refuse, but realized that he was in a state of mimesis and drinking alcohol was not considered a violation of principles, so he took a glass of silver-white agave from Salma's hand and took a sip, the strong and spicy aroma of plants rushed straight to his nose, and another faint astringency then rose, making him frown,

"Haha, don't you like it, you can try this way of drinking." Salma licked the salt from the tiger's mouth in her left hand, chewed off a lemon slice, and then raised her glass to Dean and took a sip, "This cup is for you." ”

"I have passed by Laredo's stepfather's house many times over the past few years, but I dare not go back to see him, otherwise I would be trembling with fear at the thought of the torture he had done to me and my mother."

"But this time was different, because I felt safe and fearless with you, and I sent him to hell and took Lillian with me! If my mother knew, she would be happy and proud of us. ”

Her sparkling eyes turned to Dean,

"Thank you for saving me twice."

"Don't say that, it's you who took this brave step and fought for everything," Dean shook his glass, "Is there a decision now, I'll send you to El Paso tomorrow to start a new life, or will you find a safer place to settle on your own?" For example, Houston, Dallas..."

"I want to continue walking with you for a while, but I won't pester you." Salma's eyes were soft but determined, "When you get to El Paso, I'll take Lillian with me." ”

Dean looked away, took another sip of the wine, and bared his teeth in a daze, "I'm not trying to drive you away, but the place I'm going to is dangerous." ”

"I understand, I don't need to explain," Salma smiled as Dean drank, "Tequila doesn't drink like that." ”

She took a sip of the liquor in the traditional way and raised her head.

Dean took a drink and felt the wonderful combination of sweetness, freshness, and spiciness, as if he had sunk into the sea of agave to the extreme, and slept soundly in the aroma of wine, from late night to morning.

……

"Ma'am, I'm looking for such a person, a big black trench coat, white, in his twenties, handsome in appearance and a very unique temperament," the man stood at the reception desk of the forest inn, looked at the aunt and the wall clock behind her pointing to nine o'clock in the morning, and stated seriously, "He may have other people with him?" Do they live here? ”

The little eyes behind the glasses of the aunt looked at the man with the strange mushroom head and the pump-like instrument in his hand opposite, shook his head vigilantly, and said in a businesslike tone,

"By the rule, I can't reveal the information of the residents to anyone other than the police, I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

The mushroom head looked at him suddenly, "So he used to live here?" ”

The aunt glared at the mushroom head, picked up the microphone and began to dial,

"Sir, let me remind you, I've lived here for many years, and I'm familiar with a lot of police, you'd better not make trouble, otherwise I..."

"Poof—"

Auntie's words stopped abruptly, and she sat back in the wicker chair, her head hanging weakly, her pupils dilated, and her whole body was paralyzed like a fish with bones removed.

Mushroom Head pulled the air gun head back from the hole in her forehead, wiped the blood from her hands, and devoured the corpse with a coin once more, before throwing a coin at the map.

Bang la blah.

"Going to El Paso, just left?"

"Haha, I'm going to catch you right away."

(End of chapter)