Abyss Train

Chapter 836 Tantrum ③ Traffic Accident

[Part①: Just a joke]
You drive along SR-9 aimlessly.

You have no interest in the fire that is getting farther and farther behind you. An indescribable ecstasy takes over your mind.

Ben Ricketts, the fire was like a ritual, a sacrificial ritual popular in Mormonism.

You have been reborn, and nothing seems to matter anymore.

The scenery outside the car window flies by, and before you know it you have arrived at Green Palms and Orlando.

The sun gradually sank into the city's tall buildings. In this ecstatic mood, you slowly parked your car next to another motel and squeezed into the mezzanine bed in the back of the truck. You decided to take a nap first.

——Soon you fell asleep.

When you wake up again, you feel that this world is so magical. It seems that every time you fall asleep, it is not like the real world. It seems that you have not woken up at all, and you are still dreaming in a series of dreams, dreams within dreams.

You feel your ankles being tied tightly, and so are your hands.

In this van's converted mezzanine bed, you appear to have been robbed and kidnapped.

There were two strangers in the front row, both of them were young men in their twenties.

——They were talking and laughing, waving the cash in their hands, and you recognized it, it was your money.

In an instant, you understand the whole story.

The two black brothers carefully pried open the door of the truck, tied you up, and took away the money you earned in the studio.

"Only 1,100 yuan?" The mixed-race brother with a slightly brown complexion said excitedly, "It's more than what's at the supermarket checkout counter! That's pretty good!"

"We still have a truckload of cosmetics. Let's find an old warehouse and ask the warehouse owner for help. There are many people willing to spend money on Taobao anyway!" The darker brother said excitedly, "Can we sell them for 2,000 dollars?"

The brown brother replied, "It should only be worth eight hundred. I don't think it can be more than that."

The dark brother then said, "Let me drive!"

"This guy's driver's license seems to be fake." The brown brother noticed the driving certificate-

——It doesn’t belong to you, it’s just a driver temporarily found by the logistics company.

"Hey, Ansai." The black brother saw your eyes in the rearview mirror and he knew you were awake.

At the same time, you also know the names of these two guys.

They are Ansai and Rhodes.

"He seems to be awake," Rhodes said.

Ansai was a little nervous: "Don't make any noise! ​​Keep quiet."

You didn't say anything. Your years of experience as a police officer told you that these two guys were very destructive.

There are many avoidable murders that could have been avoided because of the escalation of conflicts, which gradually turn from theft to robbery, from robbery to fighting, from fighting to shooting, and finally from shooting to murder of an entire family.

It lasted for about a minute, and the black brother still didn't move, as if maintaining a silent confrontation with you.

"He's very well behaved!" Ansai finally laughed out loud: "Hahahahaha!"

Rhodes laughed along: "Hahahahahaha!"

Judging from their mental states, you’re not sure if these two little brothers just drank alcohol or were drunk—or if they were poisoned by all five poisons.

"Let's go! Let's go! Rhodes! Take him with us!" Ansai said excitedly: "Let's take him to find the warehouse!"

Rhodes stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle drove off the county road and further away from the highway.

"why?"

Rhoades was an experienced criminal and said immediately, "He can't call the police if he stays in the car."

At this time you speak up: "I won't call the police"

"I said, don't make a sound." Ansai emphasized and suddenly took out a gun from his clothes.

Almost in an instant, you are filled with anger again, and then reason forcibly washes out the flames -

--because it was a toy gun, just a home defense model, that could probably shoot thirty feet and hurt a puppy.

It is of no use to a burglar, and if a police officer sees it, he will immediately mistake it for the real thing.

If these two guys were stopped by the police, they would die! They would be killed by this fake gun!

They just stole the car, they are not serious criminals, and they should not die under the gun of the police.
"Okay, I won't talk anymore." You shut your mouth, hoping that little brother Rhodes' driving skills were better and that he wouldn't run into a traffic check.

Fortunately, Rhodes drove steadily and fast, and after leaving the main road, there were fewer and fewer vehicles.

As we entered the hilly side with more complex terrain and came to the county suburban road with dense vegetation, there were fewer pedestrians.

Unfortunately, you still can't break free from the ropes on your body, and you have no chance of escaping this bondage. You are a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ansai starts smoking and suddenly asks you a question.

"How did you get this car?"

Rhodes thought his partner was asking him a question, so he immediately interrupted: "I can open this kind of rubbish lock in just one minute."

"I'm not asking you! Idiot! I'm asking the man behind us." Ansai emphasized: "Uncle."

“Can I talk now?” You asked tentatively, “I won’t get shot, will I?”

Ansai laughed out loud. It felt great to have the power of life and death.

"Of course! Of course!"

"I saw the employee ID of the shipping company. You are definitely not this driver, right?"

"What's your name? Did you steal this car?"

"I killed three people." You didn't hesitate and told the truth immediately. Even if you were facing a judge, you would still say: "I killed a YouTube anchor. Oh no."

"There should be two anchors, and then at the parking lot exit, there was an idiot trying to drive in the wrong direction."

"I pushed him onto the highway, and he must have been hit by a tanker truck and died."

This series of words shocked the Ansai boy——

——He didn’t know how to continue, as if petty theft was nothing.

In front of a murderer like you, they are just small-time thugs.

“Are you kidding me?”

You then said, "No, I'm not kidding. If you send me to the Orlando Police Department, you should be able to get some hard work money, and maybe it will be on the newspaper and become tomorrow's headlines. You will become two little heroes. The sheriff will commend you - I advise you to do this."

"He must be lying!" Rhodes cursed, "Damn it, he has a lot of ideas?! He wants us to fall into his trap? Ansai! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

You feel some regrets, and perhaps these facts will intensify the conflicts between you.

But you couldn't think of any way, anything to get close to these two little guys.

What is there to talk about with them? A murderer and two thieves, what is there to talk about?

Maybe they are gang members, but you used to be a policeman, you don’t understand the gang culture in the community, you haven’t been to the Sharks to get drugs for a long time, and all you know about this organization is that they hired a lot of kids to transport drugs.

[Part②·Fire Red Clouds]
You are powerless to change this and can only watch the car continue to drive deeper into the darkness.

You finally shut up -

——But Rhodes didn’t want to give up.

He seemed to be angry and annoyed about the outrageous words you just said, and wanted to argue with him about who was better.

"Hey! Ansai! Shall we play again?"

Ansai: "What are you playing?"

"Just last time! Before I went to juvenile hall!" Rhodes went on to say, "I found a cyclist on the road."

Ansai got excited: “Yes!”

Rhodes: "And then deliver this stolen car to his ass!"

You half understood what they were saying because the two little black guys spoke terrible English, with Florida slang and curse words.

It is not until the car drives onto the auxiliary road and into the living area that you understand the true meaning of this "game".

They drove onto a dimly lit road with no sidewalks.

The red clouds in the sky were like the flames of hell, and the clouds were like the claws of the devil. A new, weak, and aging target appeared - just as the two brothers thought.

This old man riding a bicycle is the best target.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hey!" Ansai became more and more excited, his eyes were bloodshot.

Rhodes: "Yes! The last time he only had a minor injury! It was also an old man!"

Ansai grinned and said, "What do you say to the judge?"

Rhodes: “It was a traffic accident!”

Ansai turned on his phone and prepared to record the video.

"Post it on Twitter? Post it on YouTube, too?"

Rhodes stepped on the accelerator lightly and slowly accelerated as the bicycle accelerated.

"Of course! Of course!"

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Ansai cursed loudly: "Kill this old white man! I work so hard! Do I pay taxes just to feed this kind of social parasite? How can he retire with peace of mind? How can he be qualified to receive a pension?!"

You barely have time to react, or any reaction at all.

By the time you figure out what these two little beasts are going to do, it's already too late.

You simply cannot understand why—

——Why did these two young men drive their car to hit an old man riding a bicycle in the evening.

Do they know each other? Do they have a grudge?
Did they ever have an irreconcilable grudge?

why?

Ben Rickett?

why?
"boom!--"

Just one hit! The old man's back hit the hood of the truck hard, and he was thrown onto the lawn, and the rear wheel of his bicycle was deformed!
The Ansai boy laughed out loud.

Rhodes snatched his partner's cell phone, stepped on the brakes and rushed out of the car.

He came to the front of the car and faced the old man's face, moving close to take a picture of the victim's miserable appearance.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rhodes yelled, “Eat shit!”

But the old man did not respond, and there was no sound after he fell into the lawn.

Only then did you react and understand what these two little guys had done.

But in just thirty seconds, from planning to execution, this didn't seem to be the first time it happened.

——They were once sent to a juvenile detention center for stealing a car and hitting someone.

One month of supervision was not enough to reform these two monsters. They came out of the cell and did what they had done once again. They stole the truck and ran over and killed an old man who was over 50 years old and looked to be in his 60s or 70s.

And
Rhodes' face flushed, like an overly excited baboon, he got into the driver's seat and started the car. He skillfully shifted into reverse gear, changed the angle, and quickly left the scene.

"Say the same thing this time! Traffic accident! Traffic accident!"

Ansai: "I didn't mean it! Your Honor!"

Rhodes: "I'm so scared!"

Ansai: "You can't discriminate against me just because I'm black!"

Rhodes: "That old white guy scolded me! I was so excited!"

Ansai: "Hahahahahahahaha! ~Hahahahahaha!~"

You are once again dominated by rage, but your body cannot break free from the restraints. You no longer have any mental strength to roar or shout. All this only makes you feel panic.

Raging flames burst out from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the black smoke once again turned into a thick fog.

It gradually crawled out, the black dog nestled against the head of the bed, maintaining an elegant gait in the narrow gap.

You feel the soft linen begin to burn, and the flames burn you—

——At the same time, Ansai also felt it!
"On fire? Holy shit!"

Instead of stopping the car, the two little guys started to put out the fire in a panic, but the fire became more and more intense.

The flames don't seem to hurt you, Mr. Ben, the flames seem to have other intentions.

It climbed onto the hood of the car and was about to burn into the cab. Rhodes gave up the steering wheel and the truck plunged into a field and hit a telephone pole.

In just a moment, the flame went out.

You roll outward with the huge thrust, hit the seat and stop abruptly.

When you wake up, a police car is parked on the side of the road, and four police officers have caught you——

——Including you, Anse and Rhodes are all intact.

They seemed to have dropped their toys as soon as they saw the police in order to save their own lives.

They know that toys cannot defeat the real thing. They cannot kill the strong and can only be used to intimidate the weak.

And what about you? You seem to have become a victim. I will interrogate you in detail later.

The county police seemed to have pinned all the blame on Rhodes, because the two guys were indeed driving under the influence of drugs, and they couldn't drive in a straight line at all—

——Even walking fifteen feet along the straight road markings seems as difficult as climbing to the sky.

When it is your turn, when you come to this white line of fate, you seem to feel that all this is so absurd and unreasonable.

Several police officers gave you sympathetic looks. When they found you, you were tied up tightly.

"It's okay, relax. Mr. Ben."

A female police officer said:

"——These two guys said that you killed someone in the Bay Area. We have to wait for the DNA test results."

"What did they do?!" You finally found a chance to seek justice, but not for yourself, but for the innocent victim, for the old man riding a bicycle on the road: "What did these two little beasts do?"

The sheriff who was still on alert said:

"--They just ran over and killed the Orlando police chief, who had just retired a little over two months ago."

All of a sudden, your brain goes blank and you become a walking corpse. Walk the 15-foot white line and return to the policewoman for interrogation.

Policewoman: "Do you have a history of epilepsy?"

You say: "No"

"Asthma or something else"

"No."

"Did you drink any sparkling water before you left? Or any other alcoholic beverage?"

"No."

"Do you know Anse Anthony and Rhodes Anthony?"

“I don’t know them.”

"The bank account records here show that you have a debt owed to Florida State University"

"Would you like to cooperate with the investigation?"

"Yes, let's go back to the police station first. You may have to go to court, Ben Rickett."

You can still see Rhodes giving the body camera the middle finger.

The little beast Ansai is still laughing. They have no idea what heinous crime they have committed.

They still believe that after one month, when they walk out of the juvenile detention center—

——They can still continue to the next game.

This was just a traffic accident.

(End of this chapter)