Abyss Train

Chapter 839 Tantrum⑥: Thousands of Mountains and Rivers

[Part ①·Desperado]
"A heinous home invasion and shooting murder occurred at the Holy City Heavenly Kingdom Fuyin Health Products Co., Ltd. in Room 306 of the Gwen Building in West Orlando."

"The murderer is currently at large, and the number of victims has reached 21, including eight clergy from a small gospel church in the suburbs of the county who were also brutally murdered."

"According to the tire tracks and surveillance video left at the scene, the murderer is a black adult male approximately 195 cm tall."

"He was driving a Chevrolet Camaro from the outskirts of the county to the north of the city. Please, citizens of Miami, cooperate with the state police investigation and provide clues to the search - thank you!"

A sweet female voice came from the fast food restaurant's radio, and you once again regained control of your body.

I'm not happy with that, Ben Rickett.

I got really angry, and this wasn't the first time.

You can live a happy life and become a lion, but you pretend to be a sheep.

You have no way out, I can only help you so far.

Look at the motorway service point, you left your car keys on the roof, what else could it be? There will be a scapegoat to help you get away with it - hahahahaha! ~
Did you see that? A guy managed to open the door and get in the driver's seat.

Yes, that’s right. Drive about 700 meters out. Do you want to follow us out and take a look?

You stood up and used the last eight dollars to buy a chicken roll with a medium cup of Coke. This is the simplest happiness.

Then you walk out of the gas station and look far away. You will see four Ford Explorers surrounding your stolen car. It seems that everything is so natural.

This little thief is a habitual criminal. He wanted to break through the checkpoint and be arrested. As a result, he was shot with twelve bullets and still ran towards the suburbs. He is still running!
He is much more bullet resistant than you! Mr. Ben!

You really should reflect on yourself, why can't you eat so many bullets?
He had run eighty feet before collapsing and then slowly, gasping for breath, awaiting medical assistance.

During this time, he will die a slow and painful death while you watch.

"Hey hey hey"

Ben Rickett grinned widely, and you felt an unusual sense of peace.

You walk out of the service point and go to the parking lot. While it's still light, there's a Ford Mustang in the darkness of dusk, and you set your eyes on it - it's like a hot girl.

How long do you have to work before you can pay for it?

You are not sure, maybe you will never have the chance in this life.

You hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment, then pried open the car window, successfully started the engine, and headed further north.

You clean up the broken glass from your car windows and head down the interstate to look at the seaside scenery.

You sing along with the Eagles' [Desperado], and the mountains and the sea outside the window are looking at you.

Yes, they are calling you, they are telling you stories.

You seem to understand what the city is saying, Ben Rickett.

All of a sudden you could hardly see anything, and all of a sudden, tears were streaming down your face.

"Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?"

[Desperado, why are you still not awake?]
"You've been out ridin' fences for so long now."

[I have built a wall in my heart for so long]
"Oh, you're a hard one."

[Alas! You are such a stubborn guy]
"I know that you've got your reasons."

But I know you have your reasons.
You decide to go to Washington, D.C., to the city where Jenny is.

She is not your ex-wife, nor is she your girlfriend.

She's just a cheerleader on the Florida college basketball team who had a one-night stand with you.

You said that was the happiest time in your life, when you could hold a beautiful woman in your arms and speak all kinds of wonderful words, and it seemed that no difficulties in the world could defeat you.

You say you will become a policeman, or an NBA star, and you don't know why black people have to work hard to kick the ball, or -

——You can get more than 30 million dollars a year just by playing with the ball. If you do this, you can become a multi-millionaire.

There are still so many people starving and suffering in this world.

There are still so many people struggling in pain and sorrow.

But you want to play football and make so much money!
When you talk to this white girl about these things, you know--

——You know you are just a young and strong idiot, that's life, Mr. Ben.

Your soul makes me bitter and I want to cry.

Stop the fucking singing! Please!

"These things that are pleasin' you!"

[Things that make you happy right now]
“Can hurt you somehow.”

[It can also make you heartbroken]
"Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy"

[Children, don’t draw the Queen of Diamonds—(The Queen of Diamonds can be used as a metaphor for money and power, or it can refer to a materialistic and unattainable girl)]
"She'll beat you if she's able"

[She will bring you nothing but pain.]
"You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet"

[You know that the red heart Q is always your best choice——(the red heart Q can be used as a metaphor for true love)]
Have you ever had true love, Ben?
True love? Family love or friendship? Romance?

When you get out of the police station, it seems that no one is willing to help you, and they can't even hide from you.

When you come out of rehab, you have almost nothing—

—Ben Rickett.

Welcome to America, where money matters!

Let's go! Keep going! Keep going!

The scenery on the east coast is absolutely beautiful, with low hills, culverts, white sand beaches, the merging of sky and water, and the bloody setting sun.

Listen to the roar of the engine! In two years, it will also be subject to displacement tax. The whole world is saving energy and reducing emissions, and is carbon neutral.

There is no anger, only electricity!
You may never hear the sound of the internal combustion engine again, but it is the sound of an era.

The road is like a cradle, and we are all children in the cradle, always a little childish.

Are you listening to me, Ben?
“Get out of my head,” you said, gently massaging your temples. “Please, just shut up.”

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to."

“That’s not my intention, I just felt that”

“I just feel like, no no no no.”

You finally put away all your kindness and destroyed all your conscience.

You just think that there is no innocent soul killed by the gun. This damn America has abolished the death penalty, but there are so many unjust, false and wrongful convictions and so much violent law enforcement.

The North American Rifle Association's continued enforcement of gun ownership alone cost 303 lives in one day, on the first day of the new year, all of whom died at the hands of guns.

You're a little tired, Ben, even though I've said that many times.

You were almost tired and fell asleep. When you arrived in the suburbs of Washington, you found a second-hand black car market and gave your dream lover to a fat man in exchange for two thousand dollars.

You turned into a convenience store and found a phone -

——Dialed the number of the god of death, dialed the hotline of hell.

[Part②: Can’t wait]
"Jane?" You were a little nervous, not knowing how to start this story.

After all, Jenny is in her thirties, just like you, and is no longer young.

"Jenny?" You're not sure if the person on the other end of this number is still the same person.

"Oh! Oh! Wow!" A tired voice came from the other end of the line: "Who is this? I don't remember leaving a contact person for advertising promotion?"

“I’m Ben,” you introduced yourself, suddenly feeling a little happy.

Because Jenny is still so energetic, her voice sounds very young. Jenny: "Who?"

You said: "Ben Rickett."

Jenny: “Which one?”

She seems to have forgotten you, which is normal. The last time you had a passionate kiss was thirteen years ago.

You continued, "Ben Rickett, in college."

"Basketball team, right?!" Jenny was so happy that she started screaming as if she had won the lottery: "Little black man! How the hell did you find me? Do you remember this number?"

"I remember it even if I turn into ashes." You really care about this woman, and your life goals seem to be closely related to her.

Jenny asked in surprise, "What do you want from me? I just got off work!"

“I’m in Washington.” You continued, feeling a little guilty: “I want to have a drink with you.”

"You want to sleep with me, right?!" Jenny said bluntly, like a crazy woman. She is always like this: "Hahahaha! You little pervert."

"No, no, no! No!" You quickly explained, "No, I just want to have a drink with you."

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

"What a pity!" Jenny said playfully, "I'm not there! Are you free next week? I've already gone to Phoenix - a client is looking for me."

You feel a little disappointed that you can't get back the black car you just sold.

Another week of hiding? That's too hard.
"Oh"

Jenny: “Are you busy at work?”

You quickly said, “A little bit.”

Jenny: "No time? Want to give me a surprise?"

You continued, "Originally there was no such plan, but suddenly there was an extra vacation."

Jenny: “Are you still a police officer in Florida? I haven’t updated your Twitter in three years.”

You smiled and said, “Will you give me a like once in a while?”

Jenny: "My praise is not that easy to get, brother!"

You then asked: "I don't think I'm free, how about changing the time, or next month? Or."

Or never see again -

——You think so, emphasize it over and over again, and say it to yourself.

Or never again. Jenny seemed to be in good spirits.

Maybe she is married, or not?
Or just playing games all the time, it has nothing to do with you.

Ben Rickett, you are doomed to die.

"Hahahahahaha! Ouch!" Jenny laughed. "You sound so lost! I'm in Washington, I'm here! Where are you? I came to find you? Did you drive?"

You quickly responded, “I came here by bus, not by car.”

Having said that, you see there are many such shops outside the bars and used car markets across the street, which are usually reserved for salesmen to bring their bosses to discuss business.

"I'll wait for you in the land of gentleness."

"Where?" Jenny asked.

You repeatedly describe the characteristics of the bar: "It's in the gentle countryside, on the suburban White Yeshu Avenue, next to the used car market."

"Ben!" Jenny rushed out of the bar door -

——You can't imagine this scene, you are almost drenched in the sweet smell.

She was like a dancing butterfly, still wearing a stripper's costume. She had no time to change it and ran all the way over.

She dyed her hair a beautiful red. The years had carved harsh scars on her face, which were then straightened by cosmetic surgery. The collapsed skeletal muscles gradually changed her appearance beyond recognition.

But those eyes will not lie. When she sees you, she is still as full of energy as she was in her early twenties.

She hung up the phone and suddenly jumped into your arms——

"-Oh my God! You stink so fucking much! Nigger!" Jenny didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You raised your hands high, like a prisoner pointed at by a gun, and smiled awkwardly.

"Is there a place for me to take a shower?"

Jenny: "Of course! Kiss me?"

"You work here?" You couldn't accept it for a while, looking at the sign of the gentle land with bright lights and wine.

Jenny slapped your forehead and felt a little blood, but she was a thick-skinned person and didn't care at all.

"What else? I like it! I'm happy with it!"

"Let me take a shower first," you almost begged on your knees.

——Jenny let go of you and took you to the staff dormitory of the gentle land.

You almost walked into a den of whores, with sexy lingerie everywhere in the corridors and bed sheets and quilts from small hotels everywhere.

There were many sisters on the road who were firing at Jenny - they were shouting and yelling, and when they saw you, they would say all kinds of dirty words and vulgar jokes.

You hid in Jenny's cubicle as if you had escaped from prison, then took off your coat and vest and asked while taking a shower.

“I thought you were married.”

Jenny sat on the bed playing with her phone and turned on the live broadcast, posing in front of her less than 5,000 fans.

"Hey! I caught a big fat sheep today! The boss is still taking a shower! He is willing to pay me $6,000 for a night!~"

You suddenly froze, as if you couldn't understand what was said.

Jenny gave you a little look, telling you to be quiet.

She finished reading the sponsor's advertising slogan like a ghost, talking about the contents of condoms and electric toothbrushes, and then danced again before closing the live broadcast room exhausted.

"Getting married? Are you kidding me?"

Jenny's face was full of disgust——

"——I am a new-age woman! I have to rely on myself! Who wants to get married? The world is so beautiful! How much trouble will it be to have more kids? I am so tired of living alone, why do I need children?"

Even though you've turned the hot water up to full blast, it's still a little cool.

You don't know how to respond to this sentence, but you vaguely feel that coming to Washington might be a mistake and you shouldn't come to disturb Jenny's life.

"Nothing. Nothing."

"Little black guy? What about you?" Jenny sat back on the bed, shaking her legs. She found two syringes under the pillow and held them in her hands.

You saw what was in the trash can and you had already guessed something: this woman is a drug addict, just like you were before - she has fallen into the abyss and it is difficult for her to get up.

"Wait until I finish my shower."

You didn't rush to reply, but hummed softly -

"——Now it seems to me, some fine things"

[Now, some good cards in my opinion.]
“Have been laid upon your table”

[It is already placed on the table.]
"But you only want the ones——"

[But you only see those——]
"——That you can't get."

[——You can’t get it.]
"desperate"

[Desperado——]
"Oh, you ain't getting no younger."

[——You are no longer young.]
(End of this chapter)