As a relatively successful businessman, the McPherson family has already entered the middle class. As a husband and father, McPherson is proud to help his wife and daughter live a better life through his own efforts.
It has been like this for more than ten years, until three months ago...
His daughter is missing!
During a trip to Cherry City, his daughter disappeared.
Immediately, McPherson called the police and rushed to Cherry City.
But, nothing was found.
In fact, three months have passed and there is no news from my daughter.
This left MacPherson desperate.
But he didn't dare to show anything.
Because he knows that his wife is more desperate than himself.
At this time, he is her support.
Once he shows his despair, the whole family will be destroyed.
Therefore, he encourages his wife every day.
Sadness and regret will only show up when no one sees it.
Why?
Why can't he go with his daughter?
Why is he so busy?
Every time he blamed himself, Macpherson was heartbroken.
Today is no exception.
Before dawn, Macpherson quietly left the bedroom and entered the study. His head was dull and his eyes were unfocused, sitting there blankly.
He didn't wake up until the sun shone on him and the nanny started busy with breakfast.
Snap, snap.
Raising his hand and patting his cheek gently, McPherson dispelled the negative emotions on his face and kept smiling.
He is going to see his wife.
And at this moment——
Drop, drop.
The fax machine rang.
McPherson was stunned.
After his daughter disappeared, he handed over the company's business to his deputy and devoted himself to finding his daughter's whereabouts and accompanying his wife. The fax machine did not ring for a long time.
With some curiosity, McPherson looked at the paper spit out from the fax.
When he saw the content above clearly, MacPherson's face, which was trying to maintain a smile, was completely distorted.
Anger filled the face of the husband and father.
"Cherry City?"
"Big shot?"
"Ahmaud?"
McPherson gritted his teeth, and the sound came out from between his teeth.
He almost subconsciously picked up the shotgun placed in the study cabinet.
He wished he could kill these people one by one.
However, his remaining sense told him not to be so impulsive.
He is too weak on his own.
He needs to unite more people.
And this is not difficult. After his daughter disappeared, when McPherson was looking for her, he discovered that there were not only his daughter but many other girls who had gone missing while traveling from Apple City to Cherry City.
Naturally, these families have banded together.
There are many people and there is great power.
This is the consensus of everyone.
Some people in these families have made some terrible remarks, but many families are unwilling to believe them.
And now?
Looking at the names on it, McPherson walked straight to the phone.
You have to face what you have to face, right?
Now he just hopes that his daughter and more girls will be safe and sound.
As for those people?
He wants these bastards to go to hell!
He swears!
…
Boyka of Pineapple City wakes up from her hangover again.
Subconsciously, he touched the wine bottle.
He didn't want to be sober, he just wanted to be drunk.
Because, only in this way can he forget the pain of losing his daughter.
That's his daughter.
His only daughter.
His only relative.
After losing his daughter, he felt that his world had collapsed.
Get drunk!
Get drunk!
When you get drunk, you will forget everything!
With this thought in mind, Boyka uncorked the bottle, but just when he was about to tilt his head back and drink the wine in the bottle, the door was pushed open with a bang, and a middle-aged man ran in.
"Stop drinking!"
"There is news about Duda and Cora."
Duda, Boyka's daughter.
Cora, the daughter of this middle-aged man.
The two of them disappeared together when they went to Cherry City a month ago.
"What?"
"What are you talking about old Cora?"
Boyka threw away the bottle and grabbed his old friend's arm.
"See for yourself!"
Old Cora handed the fax in her hand to Old Tal.
He lowered his head and rubbed his blurred vision. When Boyka saw clearly what was written on it, his face quickly turned red, and a ferocious look appeared in his eyes.
"Don't be impulsive, we need to contact more people."
"Do you know?"
Old Cora persuaded her old friend.
"Well, I know."
"You go contact the others, and I'll go wake myself up."
Boyka said and walked to the bathroom.
Old Cora looked at her old friend who was vigorously washing herself, without hesitation, turned around and ran out.
He wants to inform more people.
Amid the sound of his old friend's footsteps walking away, Boyka raised his head and looked at himself dejected in the mirror.
"I've let you down again!"
"Sorry, this is the last time!"
Boyka whispered, and he began to clean his beard, hair, and dirty pajamas with a razor. He pulled them off, revealing his amazing finely dressed body.
Especially on both shoulders, there is an eight-pointed star tattoo.
On the outer tiger head muscle and both arms, there are a series of tattoos that look like wire coils.
On the left side of the chest, there is a dot in a circle that seems to have been drawn randomly.
The eight-pointed stars on his shoulders come from his former organization.
The outer tiger head muscle and the wire tattoos on both arms are the last thing he wants to remember, his prison life.
Tattoo on chest?
Those were the habits and skills he acquired during his prison life, which he least wanted to recall.
The former is contempt.
The latter is...the fighting master.
Boyka's palms cover the tattoos on her chest.
He took a deep breath.
He had vowed not to use excessive force again.
but……
There is always someone forcing him!
Why do people always force him?
He just wants to live the rest of his life in peace!
Since you have broken my life, I will retaliate, an eye for an eye!
Boyka made up his mind, and his eyes lit up with a light that seemed to be substantial.
He raised his fist and punched the bathroom wall.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the bathroom wall covered with ceramic tiles shattered, revealing a cyst inside. Boyka took out the cyst, patted the dust on it, and pulled it open.
A brown old-fashioned jacket, a stained T-shirt and trousers, and... a bloody boxer bandage.
Boyka picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.
The coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
Like an unsheathed sword.
The next moment, he put on the T-shirt, trousers, and then the old-fashioned jacket and walked straight out.
wait?
He couldn't wait any longer.
He will personally send those bastards to hell.
…
Time is the best healer.
I don't know who said this.
But to Sheldon, this sentence is bullshit.
His wife was killed and his daughter disappeared. For Sheldon, time has already become poison.
With each passing day, the toxicity becomes more severe.
He lives like a zombie. If it weren't for finding his daughter as his belief, he would have killed himself long ago.
And now?
He looked at the fax in his hand and cried.
"wait for me!"
"I am coming!"
"Daddy is here!"
With these words, Sheldon walked into the basement.
This used to be his research laboratory.
It had been his interest.
Only after his wife was killed and his daughter disappeared, the research project here changed.
Become dangerous and deadly.
…
Cherry City, Hunter's residence.
David and Hunter sent faxes one after another.
These faxes were sent to the parents of the missing girls.
They know very well that relying on their own strength is impossible to fight against the big shots in Cherry City. Only by gathering more people can they possibly compete with them.
There are hundreds of missing girls, spread across several cities around Cherry City.
They were busy from morning until afternoon, and then they were finally done.
And the fax machine Hunter just bought was already getting hot.
"Continue?"
Hunter pointed to the fax addresses of major newspapers and TV stations including Cherry City, Apple City, Pineapple City, etc.
It was obvious that the young man did not believe the media.
Because he has seen the faces of these media too many times.
It really made him nauseous.
"Um."
"This matter needs more attention!"
"Otherwise, although those parents alone will cause some waves, they will eventually disappear without a trace."
David nodded vigorously.
This is a solution he came up with that is not a solution.
Although the gathered parents are powerful, their enemies are even more powerful.
Some necessary support is required.
otherwise……
It will still fail!
David knew very well what those big men would do when they were cornered.
It's like he knows what they will face after these faxes are sent out.
The ears and eyes of those big shots are extraordinary.
In other words, those who want to get close to important people will definitely tip off the information.
About ten minutes?
Five minutes?
Or in a shorter period of time, they will become the target of public criticism.
Squeak, squeak.
Send out faxes one by one.
David took out several slices of toast and two cartons of milk from the refrigerator, but they were not heated, so he and Hunter shared the food.
Their time is running out.
After the two of them finished eating quickly, David kept the notebook close to his body.
Hunter checked the bullets in his pistol.
Then, the two of them walked outside.
They need to hide temporarily for a while until the final assembly.
Of course, this is the best result.
In fact, just as David drove out of the street -
Bang!
A car hit the door of the car driven by David. The car, driven at full power, pushed the car driven by David into the wall on one side.
The airbag exploded directly.
While waiting for David and Hunter to come to their senses, a group of strong men in black suits had already surrounded them and raised their guns.
David had a wry smile on his face.
Although he had expected it, these people arrived faster than he expected.
Moreover, the other party had no intention of talking at all.
Just to silence you.
"Feel sorry."
David apologized to his partner again.
"It's okay, I chose it myself."
Hunter shrugged.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then, he took out his gun at the same time.
It is not their habit to sit still and wait for death.
Even if you die, you have to fight back.
David and Hunter drew their guns quickly, but they were still no match for those in black suits who had already taken aim.
These people were about to pull the trigger immediately and beat David and Hunter into a hornet's nest.
