Abyss Train

Chapter 838 Tantrum⑤· Points of Explosion
[Part①·Follow me]
"Ben Rickett?"

While wearing a small vest and doing public health work in the neighborhood, you heard a voice.

That's your co-worker, or your cellmate -

——You serve the residents in the same community, repairing houses, painting and cleaning.

You have become completely numb. You seem to feel that you can accept this kind of life. Today is the last day of community service. You will soon be free and find a new job with the help of the assisting police officer.

"Hey! Old boy! Hey!"

The sound becomes louder and louder. You are resting on a bench, and the fallen leaves on the ground seem to never be swept away. It is a meaningless ceremony - as if your labor is worthless.

"Hey! Ben Rickett! That's your name, right? Are you interested in working for me?"

You finally noticed the spirited young man next to you.

He had smooth black hair, looked Caucasian, and had his name on a badge.

"Fergus Doug?"

"That's right! You have sharp eyes!" Brother Fergus was very happy. He crushed the Coca-Cola can and threw it on the community path.

You walked over slowly, picked up this conspicuous man-made garbage and stuffed it into the trash can.

Fergus was chattering behind him -

"——I have a company! A company that makes a lot of money!"

"Come and help me? How about it?"

"Just some telemarketing and retail. Are you religious? Christian?"

"If you can read some Gospels, like John or Matthew? Hey! Just a few verses! It will definitely add points!"

"How did you get in? Who helped you get away with this?"

You ignored Fergus's politeness and sat back in your chair.

You ask about this kid's past, trying to find some empathy. After all, you are both minor offenders who have been acquitted by the court, and you only need to accept community service and labor reform to reintegrate into society - maybe this kid can also turn back from his mistakes, and he can become the ladder for your resurrection, allowing you to pick up your passion again.

"Fergus? Are you on drugs?"

Fergus was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Who touches that thing? You must be joking! I'm very clean!"

"So what did you do wrong? Why are you doing community service?"

"That's it." Fergus suddenly found it difficult to speak, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Tsk, that's it."

"Let me tell you this, Mr. Ben Rickett."

"This matter is quite complicated. It has nothing to do with me. I am just a technical staff member working on the product."

"It's related to my business. I sell health products, like vitamins or amino acids. They are all good for the body, like goat milk, camel milk, etc."

"Then."

At this point, Fergus's eyes began to blur, as if the soft spot in his heart had been touched.

"And then in churches, in some rural areas of Florida, if Florida can have rural areas, hey - the elderly in this state are really rich."

"Um"

Fergus suddenly changed the subject and his tone became serious.

"Actually, this is what happened. A family came to me last month."

"Their mother, their grandmother, Marilyn, one of my clients, suddenly committed suicide by jumping into the sea."

"When these unfilial descendants heard the news that the old man had jumped into the sea, they immediately arranged the funeral affairs and found me - an innocent person who knew about it. I knew nothing and was not clear about anything."

Fergus' eyes widened.

"I am obviously doing a legitimate business. I am clearly a merchant who provides healthy food to these elderly people!"

"But Marilyn's four brothers surrounded me! They wanted an explanation - as if I had forced Marilyn to death! This is weird, isn't it?"

"This is really strange. When did this society become so bad?"

Foggs emphasized again and again, as if he had been wrongly accused.

You then asked, “Why did they come to you?”

"I don't know either." Fergus felt wronged. "Marilyn jumped into the sea and died. The day before, she called me to complain about how indifferent and numb her children were. Maybe they will move back to Orlando and won't be able to come to the church or buy my products anymore. It's that simple."

You continue to ask: "Is it really that simple?"

It seemed that his conscience was bothering him. Fergus was still too young, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

It was just a moment. He was about to speak, but immediately he looked around with a guilty conscience, fearing that the police officer was patrolling nearby.

"Nothing, nothing else."

He hesitated to speak, but finally spoke.

"It's just that this isn't the first time Marilyn has jumped into the sea."

"Actually, the last time I saw her, it was her eldest daughter who was going back to Orlando."

"It's good for her to live alone. I think it's good. I will visit her home occasionally and say hello."

Suddenly, the black dog appeared again -

——It came out of your mouth, and the flames burned your throat. This time you couldn't open your mouth at all, and couldn't speak.

It bared its teeth at Fergus, but Fergus was completely unaware.

You have no idea what this is, or maybe you're crazy again, Ben Rickett.

This thing is like a curse, like a symbol of somatic disease.

Is this black dog a tumor in your brain that's starting to flare up?

"The main thing," Fergus continued, "is that she has no one to take care of her."

The black dog began to speak, its eyes glowing with a pale yellow glow, and it spoke almost in sync with Fergus.

"Marilyn is a good catch."

Fergus: "I said on the phone, we understand your situation, but you still have to go to church classes, right? Otherwise, your membership will expire, and God will abandon you."

Black Dog: "Kidnap her with religion. She is a very devout Christian."

Fergus: "Your children don't care about you either, look! Only I care about you, they are all a bunch of bastards."

Black Dog: "Isolate her, continue to isolate her, drive her out of the embrace of her family, and make her hate her relatives."

Foggs: "All the products we sell will be donated to the Animal Protection Association and will also support the construction of the church. Marilyn, you should be a good person."

Black Dog: "Four thousand five hundred dollars for a super health package, which includes some useless cereal fiber, protein, and milk that is about to expire. This guy is full of lies and not a single word of truth."

Fergus: "She wanted to commit suicide the first time. She couldn't stand her family."

Black Dog: "He is a 100% pure beast, Ben Rickett."

Fergus: "The second time, I was still comforting her! I said you were too impulsive to jump into the sea last time. It was unnecessary. You can live in the nursing home I provided for you."

Black Dog: "Of course, you need to continue to pay expensive fees and share your old age with a group of service providers who don't have nursing qualifications."

Fergus: "Then she died. I am completely confused. I don't know why she died. The judge should convict her family, especially that damn eldest daughter! She always ruins my life."

Black Dog: "What are you waiting for, Ben? There is a brick next to you, take it and put an end to the beast's life."

[Part②·Hahahahahahahahaha]
You still hesitate, you still can't believe it——

——You can't understand this overly magical story.

Fergus is still quibbling.

"They found my company like primitive men! Like wild beasts!"

"They were yelling at me in church, holding me responsible for their mother's death!"

"I don't understand! What did I do wrong?" Fergus shook his head and was made to laugh by Marilyn's children.

"Did I break the law? No?"

"I got a refund of more than 2,000 dollars! At that time, I was still giving a health class. The teacher was on the podium, and there were more than 60 elderly people waiting in the audience! Do they know how to be polite?"

"Did I cheat anyone? No! This is a business. It's very simple!"

"The security came to chase us away, and I got into a scuffle with Marilyn's oldest daughter, and that's when I ended up here."

“Doing community service”

"Anyway——"

——Fergus was panting, as if he had said too much.

"I have to pay a sum of money to the surety agency and have a parole bond, but Hank, that fat old pig, sentenced me to six months? Oh my God? They were clearly bullying me - was it wrong for me to fight back?"

You then asked, "Parole bond? What does that mean?"

"It's just borrowing money to pay the bail." Fergus muttered, "I can put it on the company's account. How can I pay the bail out of my own pocket? I have to get out of jail! The company is still waiting for me!"

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Borrowing money to pay bail?

You don't seem to understand this English very well, and everything becomes stranger and even stranger.

This country allows criminals to borrow money, pay bail, and go from being a suspect to being a free person, just by borrowing money?

“Hahahahahahahahaha!” The black dog laughed wildly and said to you loudly: “Ben Rickett! Leave it to me? Let me do it?!”

In an instant, you lose all your sanity, your heart rate shoots up to 170, and your blood pressure soars.

Your anger burned to the top of your head, and finally from you -

——became me.

I leaned over, grabbed the brick under the bench, and smashed it on the bastard's head!

With just one move, Fergus's eyeball flew out! A bloody scar appeared on his head!

I grabbed the head and banged it against the seat until the armrest broke and the sharp splinter went into the beast's throat, and once again, I went from being a nigger to a celebrity.

I had almost no time to hesitate. I just wanted to kill all these monsters in human skin.

Find the cell phone and wallet from the corpse's pocket, and take his business card holder -

——Room 306, Gwen Building, West City, Orlando. This is his office.

And the location of the Gospel Chapel, yes, this is the next main goal of my life.

I took off my clothes, walked out of the community, went to the luggage storage, got the last thousand yuan, and called the kid from the Shark Gang.

"I want a gun, Butcher boy."

"Old black man! What do you want a gun for? You don't take drugs anymore? Are you short of money? You can borrow from Happy Loan? There are many drug addicts like you who borrow money to do illegal drugs!"

"I want a Glock 17. Three hundred and twenty nine-millimeter bullets. Is one thousand dollars enough?"

Butcher boy immediately changed his tune.

"Enough! Can't you buy your own gun, nigger?"

"I just got out of prison and I have a mental illness. I don't have the right to buy a gun."

I emphasized:

"--I want four extended-capacity magazines, a GEN5 gun, the one with a slide that can be unlocked on both sides. If you don't recognize it, spend an extra twenty bucks and talk to the boss. This is what I used when I was a police officer. I'll drive to Green Palm to find you."

After hanging up the phone, I found a Chevrolet in a bar at the end of the street, broke open the chopsticks, and slowly used wood chips to pry the lock.

At that moment, I seemed to feel that I overlapped with Rhodes. I was a criminal, a criminal who once looked innocent in the law enforcement recorder.

The black dog kept following me, and I felt the ecstasy in my heart taking over again.

The car started successfully, and half an hour later, I returned to Green Palm, took the weapon bag from the little devil, threw down the money, and hurried back to Orlando.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

I smiled at the person in the rearview mirror, and kept smiling.

"HAHAHAHAHA! BEN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I don’t know why I was so happy, it seemed like the Florida Gold Coast had such brilliant colors for the first time.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

When we arrived at Foggs' company, fortunately, they hadn't left work yet.

The receptionist was a silly blonde girl with heavy makeup. Almost immediately, the black dog jumped onto the front desk and took a fierce sniff.

"Ben! This bitch has sex with Fergus six times a week, right here in the office of this company, in the public toilet, my God! Her brain is full of Fergus's offspring - her bag was bought by Fergus."

“Use those old people’s money.”

"boom!--"

Florida State University basketball team, Ben Rickert takes the top spot!

The bullet smashed the woman's head and evenly smeared the brain matter on the sign of "Holy City Heaven Fuyin Health Products Co., Ltd."

Wow! I can fucking shoot a gun?!

Thank God! I haven't fired a gun in over three years!
Back in the busy cubicle booth, the company still has twelve operators working. They are fully engaged with their headphones on, talking about friendship and filial piety with lonely elderly people from all over Orlando!

"boom!--"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!——"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"boom!--"

The little sister who just came back from the tea room, her teeth flew into my face, it was great! This feeling!

"boom!--"

Blood! There was blood everywhere! So much blood!

From printers to filing cabinets, take a look at every workstation!

"boom!--"

Remember to change the magazine! My mental arithmetic is pretty good! It seems that this instinct is still in my muscles!

Without the help of the magazine flare skirt, the grip of the fifth-generation Glock can still accurately find the magazine. It is very smooth. Yes, it still trusts my hand.

The muzzle of the gun was pointing at the end of the bloody corridor, and a little child who had just run out of the office had tears all over his face.

Black Dog said, "You just killed his lying mother! Well done! Now there is another orphan in America, but he should live - he just happened to come to the company to play and was reading comic books in the smoking room."

I put away my gun and didn't have time to deal with this confused and helpless little soul. I went downstairs again with a happy face, leaving the body in the house.

Someone called the police? But it doesn't matter. The police response time is at least 100 seconds.

There weren't many surveillance cameras in the underground parking lot of this damn place, so I found a blind spot to park. I took off my bloody clothes and threw them into the trash can, then touched the steering wheel of the Chevrolet again. The smile on my face was so healthy that I didn't look like a mental patient - I was full of hope for life.

It was dinner time when we drove off the county road and found the Evangelical Church.

When I squeezed in the door, the dean and several priests were selling products, and they did not forget to work while these old people were having their meal.

I drew my gun and started shooting, and eight or nine roses appeared on the white tablecloth.

Yes! Ben Rickett! Give me your body!
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

In one day! 20 points!
"Ehehehehehehehe!"

Well done!

(End of this chapter)