Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 700 Horse Racing: Gun of Morning Light III
The sky over the Level I quarantine zone was low and covered with thick, dark clouds. Raindrops were dripping down on the dilapidated buildings, as if shedding tears for this abandoned area.

The air was filled with a damp smell. Under the shabby awning, the accumulated water gathered into a shallow puddle, which swayed slightly and reflected the decorative lights of the broken floors not far away, forming a colorful stream of light.

The lights that were still on appeared soft and dreamy through the filter of rain, rendering this already silent neighborhood like a flowing watercolor painting, hazy and with a hint of strange beauty.

On the street in the distance, a black car was driving quietly, rain was sliding down the roof, and the headlights emitted a blurry beam of light through the rain and fog.

The car's wheels gleamed with a silver metallic luster, and made a slight sound of water as they rolled over the slippery road in the rain.

The car slowly stopped at the edge of the dilapidated isolation area. Raindrops slid down the window, reflecting the faint light outside the window.

The appearance of the car is clean and simple, and the paint gleams under the rain, as if blending into the world in the rain, low-key and solemn.

In the driver's seat, a young man gripped the steering wheel tightly.

His face was covered with freckles and he had a pair of horse ears on his head, which trembled slightly as the car stopped.

He wore a simple, formal coat with a high collar and a silver badge on his left chest, with an abstract image of a horse's ear and a human hand clasped together.

Sitting in the back seat was a slender woman.

Her uniform was well-cut, outlining her toned and capable features. Her eyes were deep, a cold dark blue, and her look revealed determination and coldness.

Her golden hair was tied into a tight ponytail, revealing the line of her neck - if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint azure sheen on her neck, as if it were embedded with a crystal-like texture, which is an early symptom of oripathy.

She said nothing, her face firm, and stared through the car window at the quarantine zone full of poverty and despair.

In the awning, Lina and her friends' horse ears suddenly stood up like frightened little wild animals.

They heard the engine of a vehicle.

A moment of alertness made them all stop what they were doing and look into the distance.

The sound of rain rang softly in the ears, the children's eyes passed through the rain curtain, and the sound of vehicles in the distance gradually became clearer.

A black car slowly came into view. The rain hit the window, blurring its outline, but it was familiar enough to these children.

Their eyes changed from initial vigilance and fear to excitement, as if prey had suddenly discovered a familiar protector.

"It's Ms. Sophia, the people from the Pseudo-Human Sports League are here!" One of Lina's friends shouted excitedly, with uncontrollable joy in his voice.

After the car stopped, the freckled young man Tom, who was driving, leaned out of the window and said jokingly to the children:

"Big sister, it looks like we've found another group of little idiots who don't want to go home after school."

There was some teasing in his voice, and his eyes glanced at Lina who was hiding in the crowd, "Hey, the little girl from the Hart family is here too? I guess you came to watch the horse racing competition secretly without telling your old fogey dad? If he finds out, hey, little girl, you'll be scolded."

When Lina heard what Tom said, she lowered her head shyly and clenched the cards in her hand tightly.

There was a hint of guilt on her face, but her expectant eyes were still fixed on the projection of Uma Musume played on the Zeppelin.

The back door opened gently and Sophia Williams stepped out.

Her tall figure looked particularly upright in the rain, and her stern face softened a little. When she looked at those children, she was as warm as an older sister next door.

"Just wait here."

She shouldered the gun case with the folding rifle, walked steadily, and said briefly to Tom:

"This time I will personally talk to the people of the Workers' Union about what happened today."

Tom, the freckled young man, frowned slightly and asked worriedly:
"Are you sure it's just one person? The four rangers under that fat-headed big-eared pig and the people who liberated the hoofbeats..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophia had already picked up a black umbrella from the car. After opening the umbrella, she said calmly:
"The Neutral Union has informed me that the hounds of the Cultural Committee have all left the quarantine area. Today's blockade has been lifted, so you don't have to worry about that. As for the liberation of the hoofbeats... If Mikhail Gassia wants to kill me, he will come here and do it himself."

Sophia's tone was calm and somewhat confident, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

She smiled slightly and added in a relaxed tone:

"In fact, I hope to see him again - to see with my own eyes what kind of monster our former colleague and current enemy has become."

After saying that, she walked towards the children in the rain. Her smile under the umbrella was warm and firm, like a harbor in the storm.

When the children saw Sophia approaching, they immediately swarmed over, shouting her name excitedly.

"Ms. Sophia, what delicious food did you bring this time?"

"I heard you brought a lot of candy last time. Did you bring any for us today?"

"Do you have any new stories to tell us?"

"Where's the clothes you promised to bring us last time? That beautiful coat!"

Each child's words were filled with childish excitement and dependence, and their eyes sparkled with unreserved trust in Sophia.

Sophia responded to each child's question one by one with a warm smile on her face.

"The candies have been delivered to the supply area. Today there will be not only candies, but also some new clothes and books."

"We'll tell you the story next time. Your mission today is to go home and eat. Hurry up and don't get caught in the rain outside."

She smiled and patted the heads of the naughty children. Her tone was gentle, but full of tender concern:

"Hurry to the supply area, get your stuff and go home quickly. Don't let your family worry. Remember?"

"Remember, ma'am!" the children responded in unison, waving their umbrellas happily, jumping and running towards the supply area, gradually disappearing in the rain.

Sophia watched them go until the last child left.

Her smile faded slightly, and then she turned her head and set her eyes on Lina, who was standing aside holding the cards and looking a little shy.

"You are still so cunning." Sophia smiled, stretched out her index finger and gently poked Lina's forehead, jokingly saying, "You kept silent because you knew I was going to find your dad and wanted me to cover for you, right?"

Lina, whose thoughts were seen through, smiled a little embarrassedly, then naturally took Sophia's hand, looked up at her, and said as if to change the subject:

"You must have come here this time to talk to dad about the same old things like suppressant potions, zone upgrades, employment, or horse girls? You guys always argue for a long time, and I can recite your conversations by heart."

Sophia couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, with a bit of fondness in her eyes:

"This time is different from the past."

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes revealed a hint of depth, and her voice became slightly lower.

Lina raised her head and looked up at Sofia's cheek, noticing that she rarely showed a complex expression she had never seen before - a mixture of worry, calmness, and a bit of hidden tension.

This expression made Lina a little uneasy, and she couldn't help asking:

"What's the difference?"

Sophia patted the back of Lina's hand gently, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and then she whispered:
“Things are going to change in the new part of Manhattan.”

These words seemed particularly heavy in the silence of the rain, bringing with them an indescribable premonition.

The rain was getting heavier, and the fine raindrops hit the awning obliquely like silk threads, making a slight tapping sound. The air was filled with a moist scent, and the streets were slightly shiny under the washing of rain.

"change of weather?"

Lina tilted her head, her tone full of confusion and bewilderment, she didn't fully understand what Sophia said.

Sophia Williams looked down at the little girl in her hand, and after a moment of silence, a complicated expression appeared on her face.

She raised her head and looked toward the distant sky, where the horse racing projection on the Zeppelin was still flashing, yet it seemed so distant and strange.

Her expression gradually became solemn, as if the storm before her brought an uneasy future.

She lowered her head again, gently took Lina's hand, and said in a firm and gentle tone:
“Lina, you only need to know one thing—no matter what happens, no matter how the day changes, I and the Pseudo-Human Sports Alliance will stand in front of you and protect you.”

"No one can hurt you."

Her eyes flickered slightly and she glanced at the gun case behind her, where the weapon decorated with runes and crystals lay quietly.

She clenched her hands slowly, then raised her head, her eyes firm as iron, and said solemnly:
"I promise you this in the name of 'Morning Light'."

After that, Sofia raised the umbrella above her head, looked down at Lina slightly, and her eyes softened a little.

Lina was still a little confused, but she felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Ms. Sophia always gives people a very cool feeling now, well..., even more cool than Ms. Alicia of 'Silver Moon Hoof' during the competition!

The little girl thought in her heart.

Sophia didn't say anything more, but just held Lina's hand tightly, turned around and walked into the rain.

The figures of the two people gradually became blurred in the rain.

Under the umbrella.

Their figures slowly merged into the spreading rain and fog.

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04:25 PM. Weather/Light rain
New district in Manhattan, JH district.

This area is close to the port and the name sounds like a peaceful and tranquil place, but in fact it is a desolate area on the edge of the city.

Far away from the bustling and political center of Manhattan, this place is considered one of the quarantine places for "infected people".

The headquarters of the Neutral Federation is located in this remote corner. There are no tall buildings around the building, only some low and dilapidated warehouses and factory buildings.

Several deserted streets extended to the port, and the occasional passing truck wheels rolled over the flooded road, making bursts of harsh sounds.

The Neutral Federation is one of the few non-governmental organizations among the infected.

It maintains a nominal cooperative relationship with the federal government, but is also deliberately marginalized because of the identities of these people infected with "perissodactyla".

Although the JH area sounds like a peaceful place, it is actually an isolation zone deliberately arranged by federal politicians to isolate the infected from the central area of ​​Manhattan, away from the political circle and the public eye.

Although the infected people have officially recognized identities on the surface, there is still obvious discrimination and injustice behind them.

Despite this, the face of the area has quietly changed in recent months.

The new world's rapid construction trend is sweeping in, and some creative and futuristic buildings are beginning to appear here.

New buildings such as towering skyscrapers, glass-covered squares, mechanical sculptures, and bio-mechanical laboratories have given this originally quiet and desolate area a brand new look.

These unique buildings form a sharp contrast with the old factory warehouses, bringing a sense of disharmony between time and space.

These new buildings attracted the attention of more and more investors and developers, and some powerful people within the federal government also began to have evil intentions.

Although they have never explicitly expressed support for the rights of infected people, they are attracted by the development potential of this land.

The place that was originally regarded as an abandoned land has now become a new hunting ground for capital operations.

Right in front of the headquarters of the Infected Neutral Federation, several new buildings in the Speed ​​​​style formed a sharp contrast with the old buildings of the Federation.

The Federation’s headquarters is an old building eroded by time, with mottled marks still faintly visible on the exterior walls.

The sign at the door swayed in the wind, with the words "Neutral Federation of Infected" engraved on it. Although the handwriting was clear, it revealed a sense of isolation and helplessness.

The atmosphere within the Federation was equally dull and tense. Although they nominally joined the government system, they had never been able to truly integrate into the mainstream political circle.

Many infected people are still forced to live on the margins of society, without the respect and rights they deserve.

The current situation is becoming increasingly complicated, and the federal government's coveting of this area makes members of the federation more vigilant.

In the president's office of the federation.

Fifty-two-year-old Selina Lockhart sat behind her simple but neat desk, her eyes cold and her gaze serious.

President Selina's appearance is unique, and her typical horse features are particularly obvious: her horse ears stick out from her silver-gray hair, and her tail has an elegant ponytail; although she looks nearly fifty years old, her figure still retains the strength and agility unique to people infected with odd-toed ungulates, especially her leg muscles, which appear tough and strong after years of training.

The old president is an acquired victim of benign perissodactyly, which gives her greater endurance than ordinary people, but also becomes a symbol of her incompatibility with society.

In front of her, there were several documents marked "Top Secret". The thick stack of papers looked extremely heavy, and each one recorded a chilling fact.

The handwriting on the document is clear and the paper is thick, as if every second these words exist will become the fuse of social unrest. Selina knows that once these reports are leaked, violent conflicts between the infected and humans will break out.

The numbers in the first reported incident report pierced her heart, and Selina's eyes flashed with a trace of grief and anger.

Indiscriminate attack on infected level I quarantine zone G, five people died, twenty were seriously injured, housing and infrastructure were destroyed, and witnesses described the "Rangers" of the Cultural Committee shooting innocent infected people with heavy weapons.

"Shut up forever," these cold lines lingered in Selena's mind, and she clenched her fists.

Houses were burned down and residents lost their homes, which was undoubtedly a death sentence for the entire community.

Her eyes moved to another, more disturbing report, concerning a number of kidnappings and disappearances in the quarantine zone.

This horrific, planned violence is not just a series of attacks, it specifically targets infected leaders and activists who dare to speak out against government policies.

Aya - she remembered this name, the brave girl who protested against the quarantine policy, but now there is no news of her anymore.

Selina opened the third report, and the content also chilled her.

Equipment at the processing plant in Zone E's industrial zone was looted, workers were beaten, and millions of dollars in losses pushed the entire community to the brink of economic collapse.

The looting and destruction of the black market in Area C deprived the infected of their only means of obtaining medical supplies and daily necessities.

The last report was like a cold needle piercing Selina's heart.

Forced labor, extremely harsh conditions, many infected people were taken away and never heard from again, and the existence of the "slave market" has become a dark reality that the infected people cannot escape.

This is not the first time she has faced something like this.

But every time, Selina knew that the living space of the infected people was being eroded bit by bit.

This time, the situation may be even more dangerous.

She closed her eyes, and her fingers accidentally grabbed a pen on the table. The tip of the pen gently poked on the table, and she seemed to hear a slight hissing of the wood.

Among the four social groups dominated by people infected with equine pars plana, the Neutral Federation of Infected People has always been regarded as the most "cowardly".

They try to remain neutral between the infected and normal humans, not wanting to be involved in any confrontation with extreme forces, nor to come into direct conflict with the government.

Compared with other PLWHA organizations, they are more willing to promote the integration of PLWHA into society through pragmatic cooperation. However, this neutral stance makes their position within the PLWHA community particularly awkward.

The Pseudo-Human Sports Alliance, the Liberated Hoofbeats, the Infected Neutral Federation, and the Infected Workers' Federation - these four organizations represent the four social groups of people infected with equine pars planus disease.

Each group has its own goals.

Pseudohuman Sports Alliance.

This is a moderate organization that advocates equal rights for people living with HIV and is committed to promoting social acceptance of people living with HIV through legal means.

This organization is composed of a group of infected people with high aberration rates but good education and social status. They hope to fight for equal rights for infected people in society through public dialogue, protests and legislation.

It is a radical infected person organization that is extremely opposed to the Edici government and horse racing, and advocates fighting for the rights of infected people through violent resistance and sabotage.

They believe that any peaceful means are futile and that only by striking at the core structures of government and society can the fate of the infected be truly changed.

Infected Workers Union.

As the name suggests, this is an organization of workers, manual laborers and grassroots laborers, mainly composed of infected people who are forced to do low-paying, dangerous or heavy work in and outside the quarantine area.

Their goal is to fight for the rights of infected people in the working environment, as well as better wages and working conditions through strikes, protests, marches and other means.

The Infected Neutral Federation.

A group that tries to maintain a neutral attitude between the infected and normal humans. They advocate avoiding confrontation with any extreme forces and do not want direct conflict with the government.

They believe that through a neutral stance and pragmatic cooperation, people infected can gradually integrate into society without resorting to violence or violent protests.

The four groups represent the four main social groups of people with [peristalsis].

You should know that there are many types of infection of perissodactyly, including congenital and acquired, benign and malignant.

People with mild congenital deformities usually come from infected families, with their parents or grandparents being infected. This infection is passed down within the family, and they know from childhood that they are different from ordinary humans, so they have a firmer sense of their identity.

Sometimes, they have an extremely contradictory relationship with normal human society - the macro question of whether pseudo-humans belong to the human group has been discussed countless times, and even in heaven, they have different opinions on the pseudo-human group.

A group of people with acquired mild deformities. These people were originally ordinary humans, but became infected in a sudden infection incident.

They usually experience great psychological shock, their originally peaceful lives are disrupted by the infection, and their social relationships and careers are also affected.

People with acquired mild deformities often have a difficult time accepting their new identity.

They may deny or hide their distortions in the beginning and try to return to their original lives, but social rejection forces them to face reality in the end.

Selina Lockhart, as the president of the Neutral Union, is such an acquired infected person.

Her pony ears, pony tail and muscular legs all reveal her deformity, but she still retains her inner self-identity as an ordinary human being.

Like her, many people in the Neutral Union find it difficult to fully accept the fact that they are out of touch with society. Therefore, the "vulnerability" of this organization is particularly prominent.

In the eyes of other infected organizations, the mediocrity and cowardice of the Neutral Federation is a manifestation of "compromise", and they are even called "traitors" by Jiefangti.

The moderates in the Pseudo-Human Movement Alliance are also dissatisfied with them, believing that the neutral federation does not have the courage to promote real change.

Even among the infected, many young members have gradually lost confidence in the federation and turned to more active groups, especially when they see the government doing nothing and other groups making some progress in their struggles.

These contradictions and pressures made the leadership of the Neutral Federation extremely difficult.

They tried hard to maintain the neutrality of the group, but they were clearly aware that the patience of the infected was wearing out and their own original beliefs were beginning to crumble.

External oppression and internal divisions have put the Neutral Federation into an unprecedented predicament.

What Selena faces every day is not only government suppression and social discrimination, but also questioning and opposition from within the infected community.

As president, she tried to maintain a balance between various interests, but such a balance was obviously becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

President Selina Lockhart sat in her office, the thick top-secret document in front of her like a cold stone pressing on her heart.

Her fingers gently slid across the cover of the document, and the icy feeling spread through her fingertips and spread throughout her body, making her shiver.

These documents contained countless terrible truths - the rampage of the Rangers, the disappearances in the community, the looting of the infected's property, all of which were like sharp blades piercing her heart.

But even so, Selena once again made that familiar but painful decision - she had to hide these secrets, deal with these problems, and not let them explode.

【Stability must be above all else! 】

She clutched the document tightly, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

Every time she made such a cowardly decision, the stinging feeling was like a cry from deep within her conscience, reminding her that she was turning her back on something important.

However, there is no turning back on this path.

As the president of the Neutral Federation, her responsibilities include not only leadership, but also protection, protecting those infected people who no longer have the power to protect themselves.

She believes that only through stability and compromise can infected people gradually integrate into this cruel society.

She kept reminding herself in her heart: stability is above all else.

This is her philosophy, and it is also the belief that has supported her to where she is today.

She always told herself that the turning point between the infected and human society was just around the corner.

And the key to all of this has appeared—the fourth sword-wielder in Heaven, the Lord of Hell's Kitchen.

She firmly believed that it was the great man who founded the Authority who could truly break this predicament and bring a new dawn.

The administration established by the angel had long been the key to breaking the impasse in her mind.

It is not just a huge government agency, but a symbol, a bond that allows the infected to re-establish relationships with normal humans.

Selena believed that all her efforts, all her compromises and forbearance were for the arrival of this moment.

The work she did for the infected community, the uneasy conscience she carried, and even the suffocating choices she made were all to wait for the opportunity for intervention like that of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven.

She has found a way for the infected to survive and be accepted in this hostile society.

And she believes the Authority is that path.

Not only that, racecourse competitions are also a breakthrough that she firmly believes in.

She has always believed that horse racing is more than just a competition, it represents communication and understanding between infected people and human society.

She watched the infected athletes fighting hard on the track, gradually eliminating the barriers between them and humans, and the society's perception of them was also undergoing subtle changes.

This is the result of Selina's long-term policy promotion (at least she really thinks so) and her unremitting belief that people with infection do not need to fight for their rights through violence, but to win the respect of society by demonstrating their strength, perseverance and courage.

She was convinced that all this was the result of her hard work.

Through competition, the infected make humans realize that they are not just "aliens" but an indispensable part of society.

Every match she held was a testament to the humiliation she had endured for many years. All the torment of conscience that had kept her awake at night in the past now seemed to be for the sake of this moment of victory.

“Everything I did was right.”

Selina whispered softly, holding the heavy document tightly in her hand, as if it was the only force that supported her to this day.

Then, her eyes involuntarily turned to the screen on the wall, where a horse racing event was being broadcast - [Silver Moon Hoof Alicia].

That has always been her "pride".

Alicia, a name that once brought her mixed feelings of joy and pain deep in her heart.

Outsiders don’t know that Selena’s life is not as “successful and tough” as it seems.

She had a brief marriage to a normal human being.

This marriage did not have much emotion, but was more based on political and interest considerations. The two people understood each other tacitly and got what they needed.

The marriage ended very quickly, leaving almost no trace worth remembering.

However, the marriage brought her a complicated "gift" - her daughter, Alicia.

A child infected with congenital perissodactyly.

She felt pain, fear, and even hatred for Alicia for a time because she knew how the world treated children like Alicia.

She was afraid that the child would become a huge obstacle to her career and life.

But as time went on, Alicia's presence became her greatest driving force.

So, she found another excuse for her cowardice: she wanted to use all her efforts to change this society, to fight for a world where Alicia and all the infected people could live more uprightly.

Selina's eyes gradually became dull as she was immersed in the game on the screen. The sound of Silver Moon's hooves echoed throughout the office.

Alicia on the screen was like a silver lightning, running hard on the track, showing her dazzling talent and will.

Selina watched this scene, with an indescribable complex emotion surging in her heart - it was the pride of a mother, and the pain brought by a secret that had never been made public.

"Didi didi~~~"

"Didi didi~~~"

"Didi didi~~~"

Just as she was immersed in this emotion, suddenly, a rapid beeping sound was heard in the office.

Selina was slightly startled, her eyes slowly moved away from the screen and turned to the source of the sound, her pupils slightly shrank.

Before she could react, a huge explosion suddenly tore through the silence.

"boom------!"

The shock wave of the explosion instantly engulfed her office. The windows and walls were shattered by the violent air waves, and the entire room was engulfed in flames and black smoke.

Documents, tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with thick smoke and the hot smell of flames.

When the staff outside finally rushed into the flames-engulfed office, they saw a horrifying scene:

The desk had turned into a pile of burning ruins, and the whole room was filled with the smell of burning and broken debris. And in the wreckage, there lay a body that had been blown to pieces.

Selina Lockhart, the president of the Neutral Federation of the Infected, who once insisted that "stability is above all else."

Half of her body was blown to pieces, and the remains were scattered in the burning flames.

The screens in the office were still on, but the race on the track had nothing to do with this hellish scene.

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04:40 PM. Weather/Heavy Rain.

Outside the chaos following the explosion at the Neutral Union, a black Maybach drove quietly across the viaduct, the rain splashed by its wheels creating ripples around the car.

The Maybach quickly slowed down and slid into a hidden parking space. There were still water droplets on the car body from the high-speed driving just now, and it looked cold and solemn in the rain.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man was sitting in the driver's seat. He had medium-length black hair, casually tied behind his head, a bit rough, and a tired but determined look on his face.

His eyes were cold, with a barely perceptible sharpness.

He answered the phone, and after a few seconds of silence, he responded in a low voice:

"I see, you guys did a great job."

There was a hint of weariness in his words, but also an undisguised anger.

He quickly hung up the phone, as if one more word would cause him to completely lose control.

Sitting on the passenger seat was a green-haired girl, wearing revealing clothes, with shiny nose and earrings, full of rebellious and unruly aura.

She asked with a slightly teasing tone:
"It seems that Selina is dead. What happens next? What are you going to do next?"

The man did not turn to look at her, his eyes still staring forward.

The raindrops outside the car window hit the glass like bullets, and everything in the outside world seemed isolated from the tense atmosphere inside the car.

The green-haired girl couldn't help but smile and continued to test: "Don't pretend, you know we can't stop. But the master in Hell's Kitchen has decided to--"

Before he could finish his words, Mikhail Garcia turned around abruptly, his eyes revealing almost uncontrollable anger and hatred, like a beast cornered.

"Do you know how Yasis died?" His voice was low, but every word was as sharp as a knife, piercing into people's hearts.

The green-haired girl was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

Assis, who is it?

She seemed unfamiliar with the name, but she felt the strong emotions in his words.

Mikhail did not stop and continued speaking, his tone filled with undisguised anger and pain.

"Assis, he originally had everything - he was talented, capable, and even qualified as a lawyer in human society. He just wanted to use his abilities to prove that he was no different from those so-called 'normal' people."

"But those damn bastards don't think so."

His voice gradually became low, filled with suppressed anger and pain.

"They captured him and tortured him, not even for revenge, not for so-called justice - just to satisfy their morbid curiosity. Do you know what questions they asked?"

Mikhail sneered, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

"They wanted to know if Yasis's genitals were the same as those of ordinary humans. They tortured and abused him for this question, and finally... they got the answer."

The girl's eyes widened as if she was shocked by this crazy story.

Mikhail's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but the anger and hatred in it were piercingly clear.

"They hanged Yasis and used his genitals as bait... for fishing."

He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. "They took a person's life and dignity and used it as a tool for their entertainment."

Mikhail took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"If you want to hear stories like this, I have many more, and they are all different."

Mikhail's voice gradually became hoarse, the flames of anger burned in his eyes, his chest rose and fell violently, he could no longer suppress his inner anger, suddenly punched the dashboard in the car, and roared:
"What is Heaven doing when we hypocrites are being humiliated?!

Where are these so-called "angels"? When Yasis was being slaughtered by those beasts, where were the angels? !

They are high up, looking down on all living things, but when innocent people suffer and blood flows like a river, who will save us? ! "

“Where is the so-called justice when Asis is hanged and trampled on like a plaything?
They keep saying they want to protect order and maintain peace, but what is the result? "

"And all those other persecuted people who were captured, killed, and even traded as slaves, where are the angels?! Where is heaven?!"

He paused suddenly, his eyes filled with unyielding and angry light, like a beast cornered, he gritted his teeth and whispered:
"So what if he is the fourth sword bearer in Heaven? What has changed? He is just like those selfish guys in Heaven, like those 'human supremacists' - they are all cold-blooded animals!"

The air in the car seemed to freeze in an instant. The green-haired girl could no longer laugh, and Mikhail's expression gradually became calm.

The only sound in the entire carriage was the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, like a elegy for the dead.

"So, you think I can stop?"

Mikhail Garcia asked coldly, his tone filled with endless pain and hatred.