Chapter 28 Father and Son (please follow up)

Chapter 28 Father and Son (Please read~)

When a dump truck of dozens of tons drove through the streets of New York at a speed of more than 60 kilometers, Bullseye, who was in his thirties, was sitting in the damaged van.

Looking over with horrified eyes, all he could see was that he had turned into a paper man.

This is no longer a collision, but a crushing.

The minivan that Bullseye was sitting in deformed under the dump truck, and the cargo box fell, sending him directly to the second dimension.

There is another reason for such serious consequences - this vehicle is a dump truck of the United Construction Company. For him, time is money.

Jin did not give them very high wages. If they drove slowly, they would earn less. If they were late, they would be deducted directly. They would not dare to run without being overloaded, and they would lose gas money.

Lear used the traffic light control to disconnect the dump truck from the vehicle in front, making it the first vehicle in the flow of traffic and giving it green lights at five previous intersections.

By the time he reached this intersection, he was already speeding significantly and it was impossible to stop.

The driver's seat of the van luckily escaped being sent to the second dimension. A small piece was separated, and the chassis was also connected to some other structures.

Of course, this small piece has also been twisted and deformed.

As the car approached, Lear heard the van driver's faint voice echoing in the quiet air.

"Help me please help me."

But he was definitely hopeless. At a glance, Lille saw that the driver's lower body was connected to the car and was a bloody mess.

Lear shook his head: "You deserve this, but you are really unlucky. This half hour will definitely be the longest half hour in your life."

"Help me." It was obvious that the driver didn't hear anything, or couldn't think clearly even after hearing it.

He only saw someone in front of him - anyone was good, please save him.

"Help me. My boss has another plan. I heard it."

The driver instinctively said a lot of words, and Lear frowned--

Jin didn't just do it to himself?

But the surveillance didn't issue a warning at all - no strangers were right.

"What do you mean? There is nothing abnormal in the monitoring."

Matt lay on the seat, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the last stick on his body.

Fortunately, the injuries Bullseye caused to him were mainly superficial injuries.

He suddenly said: "I remember that your surveillance is mainly based on portrait recognition and owner entry. Mr. Rigaodo has a child."

Lille's expression changed--

The surveillance records do show that there are access records of Ericon Rigaudeau!

This guy walked into the apartment ten minutes ago!

"Damn it, I want it"

Before Lille could finish his words, his body suddenly seemed to freeze, and he fell straight to the side!

"Lille?"

Before his consciousness faded away, and the pain didn't make him faint immediately, he heard Matt calling his name, but he couldn't say anything!

The structural diagram of Rigaudeau's apartment flashed through his mind, and Lille immediately found a circuit -

Located underneath the heating system, electrical appliances may be used there - if there is a short circuit a deflagration can occur!

What's going on must be interrupted!

Using his last strength, Lear said to Matt: "Mr. Rigaudeau - go home - go home quickly."

At the last moment, Lille once again sent a message to the people of the homeowners association--

Hope someone can come forward.

Ericon Rigaudeau.

When he returned home again, he felt that something was different in the apartment.

This is where he grew up, but he doesn't like it here.

Immigrants are dirty, smelly, and poor. They go to and from work like zombies every day, and when they get home, they smile like fools.

The life of an immigrant is without passion, without brains - this is what he thinks.

Now, the big shot gave him a chance - quietly, to "persuade" his father.

The key, of course, is the land.

No matter how good the big man's promise was, he couldn't hide his inner restlessness. Drops of sweat appeared on his forehead - he was both excited and afraid.

Although he had not been home for a long time, he was afraid that someone would recognize him, so he entered through a hole in the side of the apartment building.

This hole existed when he was very young, and Rigaudeau just patched it up with iron sheets, and then put a pile of scrap bricks outside to cover it up.

When he was a child, he often ran away from home here.

Those random wires were gone, which made him a little surprised and a little inexplicably irritated.

But he could never find the wrong location for his home--I don't know if the old man had changed the locks.

Somewhat nervously, he inserted the key into the keyhole.

Click.

The door opened.

The room was quiet - maybe the old man wasn't at home?

Ericon looked around his home. It was still the same, and the arrangement of things had not changed much.

It was a bit chaotic - but to be honest, after being in a gang for so long, he suddenly felt that his home was actually not chaotic at all.

He walked slowly to the wall of the dining room - it was here that the three of them would sit and eat together.

until

Ericon moved his eyes to the wall beside him, where a revolver hung - Rigaudeau had once killed a man with this gun.

He went to jail because of this incident, and he joined a gang when his father was in jail.

Bang - there were footsteps behind him, and Ericon was suddenly at a loss - that was his father!

Ligao Duo looked shocked: "Get out of here, kid!"

There was just a moment of shock, which immediately turned into anger.

This noise made Ericon angry: "Old guy, if I don't come back, are you going to give my house away to someone else?!"

"Your house?" Ligaoduo's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, "I'm not dead yet!"

"You're going to die soon!" Ericon plucked up the courage, "What kind of medicine did that idiot boy give you? As long as you give the land to the United Construction Company, you can get the money and find a new place! If you go against them, you are courting death!" "

"You, you." Ligaoduo was anxious, looking around for the long bag, but in the end he couldn't find it, so he took off the copper-tipped belt from his waist.

Ericon was also anxious.

In his mind, he dreamed up a mysterious and awesome appearance, entering the door, speaking, negotiating terms, and calmly threatening like a professional killer.

But now, how do you feel about dreaming back to your childhood?

Yes--he's a professional killer now!

Ericon's previous plan suddenly flashed through his mind, and he turned around and stretched out his hand towards the pistol - he first got the only gun in the house, and then...

Click.

The sound of loading was not loud, but Ligaoduo stopped instantly. The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and turned into a deathly silence.

"You pointed a gun at me?"

"I-I'm here, I'm here to help you! Do you understand!" Ericon felt himself panicked and calm at the same time.

But he never thought that these two words were completely antonyms - calmness was the state he hoped to achieve, but in fact his mind was very confused.

On the one hand, he has to do what the gang wants, but on the other hand, why does he think he should reason with this old guy?

“Immigration is garbage! If you expect them to help you, you might as well expect the rats in the sewer to eat them!

Sell ​​the house! so."

"So you can please your new father - your new master?" Ligaoduo was angry, but his voice was cold, "This is how I taught you? This is how your mother taught you? Become a dog to outsiders. , pointing a gun at your family?”

"Shut up!" Ericon almost screamed, "You still have the nerve to talk about my mother! If you hadn't insisted on going against the gang, how could she have died! How could she have died!

You know how to use a gun, you are a tough guy, why don't you protect her with this gun behind me! You're just a coward who knows how to use a gun! "

Ligao Duo was startled and sat down on the chair.

After a moment of silence, he glanced at his son coldly - coldly and disappointed.

It stung Ericon deeply - even though his head was hot, he felt that he was right.

"Yes, I didn't protect your mother. If you have the guts, shoot her, but I will never give you the house.

You are right, I will give it to that boy, absolutely, not to you. "

Ericon was startled, and suddenly became vicious: "So that gentleman is right, you want to give my house to others, you want to give my house to others!

Do you know how much it is worth! You need to give it to outsiders!

But it doesn’t matter, if I kill you now, they will help me get through the relationship, and the house will still be mine.”

"Then do it! What are you waiting for!"

"I will do it, I will--"

"Then do it!"

boom!

The sound of gunfire was loud, but it did not cover up the sound of explosion——

Almost at the moment Ericon pulled the trigger, the lamp next to him suddenly exploded!