Abyss Express

Chapter 83③·Traffic accident

[Part①·Just a joke]

You drive along SR-9 aimlessly.

He was not interested in the fire that was getting farther and farther behind him. An indescribable ecstasy takes over your mind.

Ben Richter, the fire is like a ritual, a sacrificial ritual that is prevalent in Mormonism.

You are reborn and nothing seems to matter.

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

The sun gradually sank into the high-rise buildings in the city. In this ecstatic mood, you slowly parked the car next to another motel, squeezed into the mezzanine bed in the back of the truck, and 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 I enter dreamland, it doesn't look like the real world. It seems that you haven't woken up at all, you are still having a serial dream, a dream within a dream.

Your ankles felt like they were tightly bound, and so did your hands.

It looks like you've been robbed and kidnapped in this van's converted mezzanine bed.

There are two more strangers in the front row, both 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 ins and outs.

These two black brothers carefully pried open the door of the truck, then 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 you get at the supermarket checkout! It's pretty good!"

"There is also a cart of cosmetics. Let's find an old warehouse and ask the warehouse owner for help. Anyway, there are many people willing to spend money to search for treasures!" The brother with darker skin said excitedly: "Can you sell it for two thousand dollars?"

The brown-skinned brother responded: "It should only be worth eight hundred, I don't think it can be more."

The black-skinned brother then said: "I'll drive!"

"This guy's driver's license seems to be forged." The brown-skinned brother noticed the driving document——

——It does not belong to you, it is just a driver temporarily found by the logistics company.

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

At the same time, you also learned the names of these two young men.

They are Anse and Rhodes.

"He seemed to be awake," Rhodes said.

Ansai was a little nervous: "Don't make a sound! Stay quiet."

You didn't say anything. Years of experience as a police officer told you that these two young men were very destructive.

There were originally many avoidable murders, but because of a little conflict escalation, thefts turned into robberies, robberies turned into fights, fights turned into shootings, and finally shootings turned into killing entire families.

It lasted for about a minute, but the black brother still didn't move and seemed to be maintaining a silent confrontation with you.

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

Rhodes laughed: "Hahahahaha!"

Judging from their mental state, you are not sure whether these two little brothers have just lost their leaves, or drunk alcohol - or whether they are all poisonous.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's go! Rhodes! Take him with you!" Ansai said excitedly: "Let's take him to find the warehouse together!"

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

"Why?"

Rhodes, an experienced criminal, said immediately: "There was no way he could call the police if he was in the car."

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

"I said, you are not allowed to make a sound." Ansai emphasized, suddenly taking out a gun from his clothes.

Almost instantly, you were filled with anger again, and then reason forcibly washed away the flame——

——Because it is a toy gun, it is just a model for home defense. It may be able to shoot thirty feet away and hurt dogs.

It is of no use at all against burglars. If a police officer sees it, he will immediately think it is a real person.

If these two young men were stopped by a police officer, they would die! Will be killed by this fake gun!

They just stole cars, not serious criminals, and they should not die under the gun of the police.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore." You closed your mouth, just hoping that Brother Rhodes' driving skills would be better and that he would not hit the traffic inspection.

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

Entering the hilly side with more complex terrain, and arriving at the suburban roads with dense vegetation, there are fewer pedestrians.

Unfortunately, you still have no way to break free from the rope, and there is no chance to escape this restraint. You are a lamb to the slaughter.

Ansai started to smoke and suddenly asked you questions.

"How did you get this car?"

Rhodes thought his partner was asking him, so he immediately said, "It only takes me a minute to pick this kind of rubbish lock."

"I'm not asking you! You idiot! I'm asking the person behind us." Ansai emphasized: "Uncle."

"Can I speak?" You asked tentatively, "I won't get shot, right?"

Ansai laughed, 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 the driver, right?"

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

"I killed three people." You didn't hesitate and immediately told the truth. Even in front of the judge, you would still say this: "Killed a YouTube anchor, oh no."

"It should be two anchors, and then at the exit of the parking lot, there is an idiot who wants to come in the opposite direction."

"I pushed him onto the highway and he was probably hit by a tanker truck and died."

This series of words shocked Ansai boy——

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

In front of you, a murderer, they can only be regarded as low-level gangsters.

"Are you kidding me?"

You then said: "No, I'm not joking. If you send me to the Orlando Police Department, you should be able to get a hard-earned salary. Maybe it will be published in the newspaper and become the headline news tomorrow. You will become two little heroes." . The Sheriff will reward you - I urge you to do so."

"He must be lying!" Rhodes cursed: "Damn, there are so many ideas?! Are we going to fall into a trap? Ansai! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

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

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

What to talk about with them? What's there to talk about between a murderer and two thieves?

Maybe they are gang members, but you used to be a police officer and you don't understand the gang culture in the community. You haven't been to the Shark Gang to get goods for a long, long time. You only know about this organization that they hire many children to transport drugs.

[Part②·Fire-burning red clouds]

You are powerless to change all this, you can only watch the car continue to drive into the depths of darkness.

You finally shut up—

——Boy Rhodes didn’t want to give up.

Regarding the arrogance you just said, he seems to feel angry and annoyed, and wants to distinguish between high and low.

"Hey! Ansai! Shall we play again?"

Ansai: "What are you playing for?"

"Just the last time! I played before entering the juvenile correctional center!" Rhodes continued: "I found a cyclist on the road."

Ansai became excited: "Yes!"

Rhodes: "Then put this stolen car on his ass!"

Do you understand half of it or not? The English spoken by these two little niggas is really bad, with local Florida slang and swear words.

It’s not until the car enters the service road and reaches the living area that you understand the true meaning of this “game”.

They drove onto a dim road with no sidewalk.

The red clouds in the sky are like the flames of hell, and the clouds are like the claws of the devil.

A new, weak, aging target appeared - just as the two brothers thought.

This old man is riding a bicycle and is the best target.

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

Rhodes: "Yes! There was only one minor injury last time! He was also an old man!"

Ansai grinned and said, "What should I say to the judge?"

Rhodes: "It was a traffic accident!"

Ansai turned on his phone and prepared to record.

"Send it to Push? Do you want a YouTube channel too?"

Rhodes stepped on the accelerator lightly and slowly increased speed with the bicycle.

"Of course! Of course!"

Ansai cursed loudly: "Kill this old white man! Damn, I worked so hard! Is paying taxes just to feed this kind of social bug! How can he retire with peace of mind? How does he qualify for a pension? !”

You barely had time to react or anything to do.

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

You simply can't understand why -

——Why did these two young people hit an old man riding a bicycle in the evening with their car?

Do they know each other? Do they have a grudge?

Did they ever have an irresolvable grudge?

Why?

Ben Richter?

Why?

"Bang!--"

Just a moment! The old man's back hit the front cover of the truck hard, and he was thrown onto the lawn. The rear wheel of the bicycle was also deformed!

Ansai boy laughed.

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

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

"Hahahahahahaha!" Rhodes shouted: "Eat shit!"

But the old man didn't respond. After falling into the lawn, there was no sound again.

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

In just thirty seconds, from planning to execution, it seems that this is not the first time that this has happened——

——They once went to a juvenile correctional center because they stole a car and hit someone.

One month's supervision time could not reform these two monsters at all. They came out of the squad room, stole the truck again, and killed an old man who was over fifty and looked to be in his sixties or seventies.

and

Rhodes' face was red, like an overly excited baboon, he got into the driver's seat and started the car. Skillfully put into reverse gear, changed the angle, and quickly left the scene.

"Same thing this time! Traffic accident! Traffic accident!"

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

Rhodes: "I'm so scared!"

Anse: "You can't be racist just because I'm a black man!"

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

Ansai: "Hahahahahahahaha!~Hahahahahaha!~"

You are dominated by anger again, but your body cannot break free. You no longer have any mental power to roar or shout. All this only makes you feel panic.

Fiery fire burst out from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the black smoke turned into a thick mist again.

It gradually crawled out, and the black dog nestled at 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!

"Fire? Holy shit!"

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

The tongues of fire don't seem to be able to hurt you, Mr. Ben, the flames seem to have other intentions.

It climbed onto the hood of the car and tried to burn the cab. Rhodes gave up the wheel and the truck plunged into a field and hit a utility pole.

Just for a moment, the flame went out.

You rolled outwards with the huge thrust, hit the seat and came to an abrupt stop.

When you woke up, the police car was parked on the side of the road, and four police officers caught you——

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

They seemed to throw away their toys as soon as they met the police to save their dogs’ lives.

They know that a toy can't fight the real thing, it can't kill the strong, it can only be used to scare the weak.

And you? You seem to have become the victim and will be interrogated in detail later.

The county police seemed to pin all the charges on Rhodes, because these two boys were indeed in a state of drug driving, and they couldn't walk in a straight line at all——

——Even if you walk fifteen feet along the straight markings of the highway, it seems to be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

When it's your turn, when you come to this white line of fate, you seem to feel that everything is so ridiculous and unreasonable.

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

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

A policewoman said this -

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

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

The police sergeant on the other side who was still on alert said——

"—They just killed the chief of police in Orlando, who had just retired a little over two months ago."

All of a sudden, your mind goes blank and you become a walking zombie. After walking this fifteen-foot white line, I returned to the policewoman for interrogation.

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

You said: "No"

"Asthma or something"

"No."

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

"No."

"Do you know Anse Antony and Rhodes Anthony?"

"I don't know them."

"The bank account records here show that you owe a debt to Florida State University."

"Do you want to cooperate with the investigation?"

"Yes, go back to the police station first. You may have to go to court, Ben Richter."

You can still see Rhodes flashing his middle finger to the body camera.

The little beast Ansai was still laughing. They had no idea what heinous crime they had committed.

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

——They can still move on to the next game.

It was just a traffic accident.