blackstone code

Chapter 486 Ending and Rebirth [This chapter is named by book friend...-88]
If this request had been made a few hours earlier, the young man would have left the room like a servant even if he didn't want to.

But now everything is different, he didn't leave immediately, but looked at his father, Mr. Simon, "You plan to leave..."

"I heard from the steward that you are selling everything here."

"Factories, shops, warehouses and things in warehouses, you dismissed all the workers, including the house under our feet, and it is also in your sale plan!" The boy's voice was not so loud, but it sounded like a thunderbolt on Simon Mr. heart.

All these things he did were exposed, and he was a little panicked, "No, that's not true!"

For the first time, the boy didn't lower his head and remained silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little panicked during his persecution. He felt that this man was not as powerful as he thought.

"You are actually ready to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you will leave here. You didn't even plan to leave with me and my mother. You planned to leave us here and give us nothing. We stay!"

He had already guessed the truest situation, and Mr. Simon's mood stabilized instead. In this kind of relationship he was more familiar with, he quickly found his place.

"These are not things you should understand, understand, let me say it again, now I ask you to leave here immediately, immediately!", he pointed at the door, the majesty of being a father, the majesty of being the ruler of this family began again Diffuse.

The boy began to feel the changes in his heart like the process he had experienced countless times from disappointment to despair. Little by little, he felt that he was swallowed by darkness.

His expression was a bit painful, and he wanted to squeeze out some smiles, but these smiles were not very good-looking, "We can leave, let's go together, the three of us, go anywhere, the country you came from, or you didn't go Regardless of the country we lived in, we are a family and should live together..."

"Tell me, you plan to take us with you..."

He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon remained silent. He pursed his lips, his lips lost their color, just like his current emotion, pale and nervous.

He never admits that the person who has a darker complexion and looks more like his mother than himself is his child. At the same time, he also knows that this is actually a fact, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

The longer he stays here, the more he misses his cheating wife and his son who only uses the word "father" to express his closeness except when writing letters asking for money. The mother and son here are just props for him to integrate into the local society. vase, and a mongrel.

The strange look with a hint of displeasure and hatred made the young man completely desperate. He didn't leave the room, but just went to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his hair with both hands and fell into a kind of mania.

"Why, if you don't like me, if you don't like your mother, why did you marry her and give birth to me?", he questioned Mr. Simon.

He had guessed like this before, but he always told himself that it was just his wild imagination, how could someone not love his child.

He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon, such as the way he expresses love differently, such as he is actually paying attention to himself secretly...

He tried to deceive himself into believing that the lie he made up was the truth of the world, but it seemed that he failed.

Mr. Simon seemed to look away at this moment, and his voice was also indifferent, "Because if I don't have a son like you, some local people won't want to do business with me."

"I know what they think, they think you will be my successor and inherit everything I have, they think you are also from Nagalil..." Mr. Simon paused as he spoke, he seemed to think of something, but Emotions prevented him from having a chance to think, "You are indeed a Nagalilian!"

A strange smile appeared on his face, "And I, I am not from Nagalil, nor should my son be from Nagalil."

"You're right, I didn't fucking treat you as my child from the very beginning, and I didn't intend to take you away, I can't stand you, now that your use value is gone, I don't even I will take you away!"

"How about it? I've told you everything you want to know. Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with the answer?"

"If you're satisfied, get out of my room, I'll be mad when I see you now!"

The young man raised his head slowly with tears streaming down his cheeks. Sometimes the muscles on his face would twitch uncontrollably. With those tears and some snot, it was honestly not very pretty.

"So, you never loved me, did you?", he asked, the last question.

Mr. Simon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Never."

"I always thought that you didn't like me because I didn't do well enough, even though I knew I was lying to myself."

"You rejected the last chance, please allow me...to call you Papa (Dad)..."

Papa is a kinder name for father in the localization of Nagalil. The titles of father and mother are too written. There are not many people who speak this way in real life, except for their family environment and the education they receive. In addition to doing so, most of the time, people will actually use such a more humane title to refer to their parents.

Just when Mr. Simon was a little stunned, the young man grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was a little weird, and he was even a little disappointed.

"You don't know how to shoot, and you don't dare to do that. I will leave some money for you and your mother, so that you can live well. Now stop saying those unpleasant things and put down the gun. From my in the room……"

Bang!
The whole world seemed to be occupied by this huge sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him and thought of the time when he first came here not long ago.

Preton is a very good hunter, and he also likes hunting very much. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to come to him, but fortunately, he had a successful experience in the past, which made him more or less in his own country. contacts.

Pretton took a fancy to Mr. Simon. He is not a garbage collector who puts everything in his pocket. He only wants those valuable people to serve him.

In order to please Pretton, Mr. Simon sent some good hunting guns to Pretton.

These shotguns may not be able to play a good role on the frontal battlefield, but they have excellent performance in hunting.

Larger caliber, faster chamber speed, and more terrifying tearing force, he still remembers that the maker of this shotgun told him very proudly when he delivered these shotguns, even if he faced a crazy big Elephants don't need to panic.

Just spread your feet slightly one after the other, stabilize the center of gravity of the body, then put the butt of the gun on the shoulder socket, aim at the elephant's head, and pull the trigger.

After a bang, the frenzied elephant would fall heavily to the ground like a rag doll, unable to threaten anything anymore.

He fell backwards, falling slowly, and he saw blood drops falling slowly in the air, the blood was not as bright red as people imagined, but rather dull.

He saw some bone fragments, and was surprised to see another eyeball. The nerve of that eyeball and a piece of muscle were slowly flying in the air. He could even see infinite fear from that eye, as well as own reflection.

A poor wretch with half his head missing!

With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body twitching subconsciously, and stopped after only a few short twitches, blood gushed out from his head.

The young man who was overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, and the door of the room was knocked open. The housekeeper and the young man rushed in, and they saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.

Compared with the surprised expression on the young man's face, the butler pulled out the cloth from the coffee table with a heavy expression, and covered Mr. Simon's missing half of his head.

The blood quickly dyed the white doily red, and the young man wiped away the tears on his face. He looked at Mr. Simon who was lying on the ground without vital signs, and his heart was very complicated.

He once thought it was a mountain that he could not cross, but at this moment it collapsed in front of him. Human life is really fragile.

He didn't know how to describe his feeling at this moment, all kinds of emotions were churning, but compared to these, he still had some new work to do.

"What shall I do next?" The young man looked at the young man, "I have already shown my sincerity,"

The young man nodded and seemed to agree very much, "Leave everything to me. From this moment on, you, your family, and your property will all be protected and cared for by the Nagalil Al-Shabaab !"

After a while, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.

The riots spread here from other places, and some people also set their sights on Mr. Simon's house. After all, among the foreigners here, everyone probably has a consensus on who is richer.

But just when they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a dead body with its head covered on the lawn. Several young people were talking loudly. Probably some thugs sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon some type of.

At the same time, they also told others that Mr. Simon's child, a Nagalil teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon's property and wealth, and he was also a member of the Nagalil Shabaab.

If you don't want to cause trouble, if you don't want to cause trouble for your family, it's best not to set foot in this yard!
The influence and reputation of the Al-Shabab in Nagalil are actually insufficient, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most convincing thing to others.

People remembered the dead Mr. Simon, remembered the Youth Party, and the weapons in the hands of the Youth Party.

They expressed fear and left here.

Sitting in the living room facing his mother who didn't look very sad, the young man stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.

He didn't know if this decision was right or wrong, but at least he was fighting for a chance.

An opportunity to take control of your own destiny.

(End of this chapter)