Determined that this thing will not be rushed, and few people can live out of thin air.

The shot from the masthead last night has made these children from all over the world realize that the situation is out of control.

In the past, no matter what they did, the top of the newspaper was to hang them up and beat them, or starve them for a day or two. After all, they were all children sent to “work” by orphanages or poor families. Dare to put too heavy hands.

But yesterday, Masthead shot one of their children, and the bullet went into his thigh. Instead of sending the child to the hospital, Masthead found a piece of iron wire at random and took out the bullet.

The bleeding stopped, but the child started to have a fever in the second half of the night. It has been burning for a whole day today, and it has not recovered until now, but it has become more and more serious.

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

The oldest children in the dormitory, in the face of such a situation, finally breed a murderous intention.

"He seems to be in trouble...", a child behind the mast lowered his voice and talked to his companions. These children are not necessarily naive than those adults who have just entered society, but are more mature than those people, or they are slippery .

Judging by the panicked look on the masthead's face and the fact that he didn't go into the dorm with a whip to find the thrill of control, he must have been in trouble and looked like he was going to abscond with his family.

Originally, these children planned to have a good talk with him when he broke into the dormitory. If he was willing to pay for their companions to see a doctor, then everything would be the same as before.

But if he doesn't want to, tonight is his time to see God.

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

Another child responded lightly, "That's just right, we'll start when we're a little further away."

The next few people stopped talking and followed the masthead closely. The masthead didn't realize it, much less thought that these children who had been beaten, scolded and humiliated by him would actually follow behind him at this time and give birth to kill heart.

They also saw that the surrounding environment began to become deserted, and there were fewer and fewer buildings. They had already left the urban circle of Sabine City, and outside was an endless wilderness and intercity and intercontinental roads.

Every day, long-distance buses to other cities pass by on these roads, and there will always be some kind people. The masthead is not worried that a person will be helpless if he runs into the wild.

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 coming from behind suddenly aroused the nerves of the already extremely sensitive masthead. When he turned around, he could not see anything but a dark and vaguely vague shadow, and his whole body was shocked.

He ran fast while loudly intimidating the owners of the footsteps behind him, but he was carrying so many things on his body, and he was getting older, and the days of "pampering" were much longer, and his physical strength would not be comparable to these. Children who spend their days outside begging for a living.

Seeing those silent shadows getting closer and closer, the masthead took out his pistol in a hurry and aimed at one of the shadows and pulled the trigger.

There was a flash of light in the dark night of the peng, and the horror on the masthead's face contrasted sharply with the coldness on the faces of the children.

The bullet rubbed a few sparks on the ground and didn't know where it flew, and it didn't hit. The weapon itself that was converted from this signal gun has many shortcomings, even if it is fired at close range, the accuracy is very poor.

The masthead pulled the hammer again and pulled the trigger, but this time, the pistol misfired, which is also the second disadvantage of the signal gun after the transformation. The hammer and the roller magazine are not synchronized. The hammer can hit the primer accurately.

The bullet didn't shoot, which made the expression of the masthead hidden in the dark even more terrifying. He fired another shot, but it still didn't fire. He immediately threw off the pistol and ran forward frantically. The shadows behind him chased faster. .

A minute or two later, one of the shadows was already close to the masthead. He pushed hard on the masthead's back. The masthead's original center of gravity was on the top of his body and he staggered forward for several steps. He fell to the ground and rolled twice before stopping. down.

The few shadows chased after them silently, raising the kitchen knife in their hands, or the sharpened steel bars, and stabbed the masthead's body. down.

Perhaps it was the reason why their spirits were soothed after the killing. The bodies of these children began to tremble and they began to sweat profusely. After they rested for a while, they picked up the things on the mastheads and took away all that was left.

After waiting for another five minutes, Lynch came out of the woods outside the road. He walked to the mast and crouched down. He felt the other's pulse with his gloved hand, making sure he was dead before leaving. .

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

Looking back at the corpse with masthead on the road, Lynch returned to the grove to launch the bicycle and slowly rode towards the city.

After dawn, there will always be people passing by and will find mastheads lying dead on the side of the road.

Maybe these people will call the police, but it's more likely that they'll cross the corpse and leave as if they didn't see anything.

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

All the little remaining evidence 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.

After returning home, Lynch took a bath. He calmly thought about the next thing, developing, growing, and taking the first step.

In fact, the business between Lynch and Mr. Fox was not only disturbed by the head of the investigation team of the tax bureau, who was seeking to be motivated, but other financial companies in Sabine had also heard the news more or less.

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

After days of watching, studying, some people have figured out how Mr. Fox keeps his money in the bank.

Honestly, there's nothing to be commended about this, there's nothing technical about it, and Lynch hasn't considered using some less-than-bright means to stop these people.

He considers himself not a gambler, not a hangman, not a villain, he is just a businessman, and may be a little less legal at times, but more often he is a defender of laws and rules.

The business is there, and it can be done if others like it.

Lynch climbed up the fire ladder from the back of the tavern, and then pushed open the closed window to return to the room. Lynch simply tidied up and lay on the bed. Another fulfilling day!