The trajectory of the world king in the United States

If regret was useful, Jon might be kinder to Catherine. Unfortunately, the most useless emotion in the world is regret. Regret cannot change the past and will only drag down the future. The premise is that Fat Jon, a member of Jamie's gang, is still If there is a future.

Seb shook the water in his hand and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Catherine standing there. Her eyes were filled with tears, not because of fear or fear anymore, but because of the end of the bad and dark life in the past. Tears filled her eyes, and a light shone in the darkness.

That was Seb walking towards her, this 75-meter-tall, not handsome, bartender with a popular face and a smile like an old cat, this mysterious man who was saved from the brink of death by her.

She watched Fatty Jon struggling hard on the rope. She saw all the scenes in the past where he beat her and saw all the traces of abuse, but all this has passed. Her suffering, the years of darkness. , ended.

"Save him? Catherine?"

Seb looked at the little girl, he knelt down, grinned in front of her, wiped away her tears, and whispered, "You can ask me to let him go. After all, if he dies because of you, you might He will become like me, a bad person."

"You are not a bad person"

Catherine blurted out, but she also seemed a little hesitant. After accepting everything about this sudden change, her 0-year-old little brain obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm of thinking. She blindly believed everything Seber said, and she felt that what Seber said It made sense, and she began to think about whether to save Jon.

At this moment, Jon's face showed ecstasy, but Seb looked back at him, with a sneer on his lips. He stretched out his fingers, curled up, and hit Catherine's head hard, knocking Jon out. The last hope is extinguished.

"Catherine, remember that the only way to end hatred and start a new life is to get rid of old memories. If you think he will change his ways if you let him go, don't be stupid. Look at the things on his bedside. He is addicted to drugs. How can the guy who still buys bo cǎi change his ways? If you let him go, you will only harm another child, a child like you."

"Based on what you know about him, do you think he might change his ways and find a job that can support him and allow him to take drugs? No, no, no, he will just find one or two people like you. The kid is even more crazily loyal to his boss Jamie in exchange for more dirty money."

Seb's eyes moved around Jon like a poisonous snake. He stood behind Catherine, holding her shoulders with both hands, and whispered in the ears of Catherine, who had completely lost her ability to think for herself. his opinion,

"And after this experience, in order to prevent the recurrence of this time, he will only torture the next child even more, or even kill him. Moreover, he will call the police and catch me and you will watch with pleasure. We are both being thrown into jail, so are you still willing to let him go?"

Catherine was frightened. She shook her head violently, like a frightened cat.

"I won't let you go"

"good boy"

Seb licked his lips and stuffed the bun into Catherine's hand with a malicious look on his face, "I taught him a lesson for you just now. Now it's your turn. Don't be afraid. Such a scumbag shouldn't live in the world. You This is doing good deeds. In the ancient East, there is a saying, "To punish evil is to promote good." It doesn't matter if you don't understand. In short, killing a bad person is equivalent to saving a good person."

He stood up and patted Catherine on the shoulder.

"Go."

Seb walked out of the room and stood outside the door. He suddenly missed his father's cigars, especially in such a bad environment. He stood there, looking at the dirty darkness, waiting for Catherine. He wanted to see what decision this child would make next to the abyss.

He had experienced almost the same thing. At that time, he chose to end that dark life, die with his fresh life, kill the child in his heart with his own hands, and let the soul of a brand new adult stand in his body. rise.

Only when the boy dies does the man appear.

But a few minutes later, a frustrated Catherine walked out of the room. The cloth in her hand was clean, and the other hand was holding a somewhat tattered bear doll. Obviously, she still couldn't make up her mind. Keep your head down,

"I'm sorry, Cyberme"

Seeing this scene, Seb shook his head, reached out to take the cloth back from her hand, and inserted it into her waist. After all, this was just a 0-year-old child, and it was indeed a bit difficult for her to do all this.

"It's okay, kid, let him suffer more."

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Seb touched her head and then saw the stuffed bear in her hand, "Is this your friend?"

Catherine nodded. This was the only toy she had with Jon. When she was most helpless, she would hold it and fall asleep in those frightened nights. But just when Seb was about to stand up, Catherine Suddenly he stretched out his hand, held the sleeve of his new clothes with his fingers, and wiped Seb's cheek. He was not gentle. Such a child had not yet learned to be gentle, but he was much closer than before.

"The blood has not been washed away."

Seiber was stunned for a moment, then showed a satisfied smile.

Who said there was no gain? Who said it was worthless?

He snorted, turned around, and walked down the stairs. Catherine followed. She breathed a sigh of relief and finally looked back at the hell she had lived in for years. Then she stretched out her hand and took the initiative to take Seb's waving hand. The young man did not look back, but the smile on his lips became gentler.

The two people, one large and one small, quickly walked out of the stairway that smelled of rot. Seb saw the blood stains on Catherine's clothes. He took off his coat and put it on the little girl. They sat on the floor just like when they came. In the train car covered with graffiti, leave the damn narrow island.

The scenery outside the window has not changed much, it is still the kind of cold sunlight reflected between high-rise buildings. That kind of halo makes people feel a little drowsy at this point, but Catherine's body leaning against Seb is no longer shaking. , she hugged Seb's arm tightly. When the young man turned around, he saw that the little girl had fallen asleep holding her tattered stuffed bear.

He looked at the horribly emaciated girl holding his arm, who had just woken up from a nightmare that shouldn't have happened. Seber's eyes changed. He looked out the window at the sunlight swaying in the sun, speeding by. In the light and shadow of the train, he seemed to have found the answer to the previous question.

In this life, a person must leave something in this world.

Literary men use pens, soldiers use glory, businessmen use money, what about a reborn guy who can only use violence to solve problems?

It's better to leave a child who can find a happy life. At least he can be a child's hero.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Seb walked back to the Old Gun Bar with Catherine. Catherine put on his coat, held Seb's hand, timidly looked at the big shabby sign in front of her, and followed Seb in.

The agreement has been signed a long time ago. Dad is the only one busy in the whole store. He doesn't know the thrilling things Seb has been doing in the past few hours. The old man seems to be in a good mood. He is humming old songs while cleaning up. Glass, when he saw Seb pushing open the door and walking in, Dad shouted,

"Hey, damn lazy boy, where have you been? Come here and help me pack these things. Let's go see Robin at night. Who is this girl?"

Seb shrugged.

"mine"

"I am I am heii, my name is Katherine Anne Hawke"

Catherine, who had been silent for a long time, took the initiative to speak. Her voice was a little swaying, but it was much louder than the timid one before. She held the hand in Seb's palm and clenched it into a fist nervously at this moment. Seb raised his eyebrows. Then he reached out and patted Catherine's head, but did not refute this loud statement.

But dad is a mature man. He glanced at Catherine's arms covered with hemostatic patches, her thin face, and the small wounds on her cheeks, and he guessed exactly what happened. The old man sighed. .

But he had a sharp tongue, so he accentuated his tone, holding his pipe in his mouth as if mockingly, and looked at Seb,

"Tsk, tsk, you lazy guy has learned to do good things, but you bastard, do you have money? You don't have a dime, how do you support her? Do you want me, an old man, to make money to support a little girl?"

"Hey, old man, don't forget, you still owe me $5."

Seb lazily stretched out his finger and waved it in front of his father, which made him choke and speechless immediately. The old man snorted coldly, threw the rag in his hand on the bar, walked over, and stood In front of Catherine.

The little girl looked at this calm, white-haired old man with some fear, but soon, he saw a gentle smile on Father Christian's face, which was like a sharp old knife. Seb took Catherine's hand and said to the young man,

"Go and clean this place before me and the girl come back, otherwise I will kick you out, lazy ass, but you are still my man now."

Then he said to Catherine,

"Come on, little girl, grandpa, I will take you to buy clothes. Girls must learn to be kind to themselves. It is not okay to wear these cheap things. Well, just use your brother's money. I don't think he will refuse. Yes Come on, Seb"

The young man who had already picked up the rag gestured to his father with his middle finger, and then watched his father lead the reluctant Catherine to the old pickup truck outside the door. The corners of his mouth curved, but he quickly returned to normal. He began to sort out the glasses that his father had not finished sorting, and while he was working, he hummed some weird songs that didn't fit the tune.

There were many things going on today. He killed 4 people. His hatred with Jamie was endless. He also dropped a fat man who deserved to go to hell and left him to die. Finally, he rescued a little girl from the dark hell. Well, This is a good thing.

"Gentlemen, I like to do good things."

Seb wiped the last glass, threw the rag in his hand on the table, then spread his hands and shouted in the empty bar, "Doing good things makes me happy."

The voice echoed back and forth in the empty bar, almost like a lunatic, but no matter what, he finally had a third friend in this strange world.

He rescued his father, Robin he rescued, and Catherine who was also rescued by him.

He is no longer alone. This is a good start for a new life.