He saw a little boy standing in front of him, only four or five years old. Behind the little boy was a remote fishing village in England.
He quickly remembered that this was a scene from his childhood.
He was only five years old at that time and his mother was still alive. In his memory, his mother lived alone.
He went out fishing alone in the morning, returned with a boat in the afternoon, and sold the fish he caught in exchange for money to support his family.
Although her mother did these menial jobs, her appearance was top-notch in this small fishing village.
As a result, I always get harassed by some men.
He watched several drunk men drag his mother into the house, and heard his mother's cries. He saw him as a child, go to the kitchen, get a kitchen knife, and go in.
Those men were already stirring up her mother.
Then he looked at himself and cut the man's neck with a knife.
Because he has been learning to dissect fish since he was a child, his movements are extremely neat.
The drunk man next to him seemed to be frightened. When he killed him with a knife, he didn't even react.
He looked at the little boy covered in blood in front of him and thought to himself, Sister Doreen must not know that he actually committed the murder at the age of five...
Her mother seemed to be frightened too, lying on the bed and looking at him.
There was obvious fear in her eyes.
He called her: "Mam."
His mother's eyes were fixed on his kitchen knife, motionless.
He threw away the kitchen knife and wanted to throw himself into her arms like before, but when she saw him approaching, the other party screamed, "Monster!"
He climbed up from the bed on hands and knees and rushed out.
He looked at his mother's back and felt confused.
He obviously saved her, why should she hate him?
For a five-year-old child who has not yet established a true world view, killing someone is like killing a fish.
In his little heart, perhaps what saddened him the most was his mother's eyes of disgust and fear...
There was a gunshot at the door, and he was startled and rushed out.
His mother, who had just run out, fell into a pool of blood. There were several men in black standing at the door. When they saw him, several people looked at each other. One of them, a middle-aged man with the same color eyes as him, left.
When he came out, he was wearing a black suit and smelled of cologne, full of the aura of a mature man.
He knelt down, looked at him levelly, and asked him, will you come with me?
The child looked at him ignorantly and asked, "If I don't want to, will you kill me?"
The man laughed, and several people who walked into the house saw the body and came out to report to the middle-aged man.
The man looked at him with a bit more surprise, and asked him: "Were all these people killed?"
"They bullied me mam..."
"Good boy..." The man suddenly reached out and picked him up, "Good boy! He is indeed my child!" The man lifted him up high and announced to his men, "He is my Gambino family.
child!"
The screen rotated sharply and the scene changed.
Lance looked at the scene in front of him and knew that this was the execution ground of the Gambino family.
Traitors and spies, if caught, will be shot in the head here.
He saw his seven-year-old self standing in front of the execution ground. Not far from him were several spies who had just been caught.