[Comprehensive + Fulian Thor] Liars and Juvenile Offenders

Nathan, who died like a puppet, woke up at night.

The street was quiet, one of the bulbs of the street lamp was broken, and it stood half-darkly by the side of the road, like a huge monster blind in one eye.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the red-haired girl sitting beside him.

"India?" Nathan showed an unbelievable expression, which made his bluish-white face look a little funny, but he couldn't hide his happy expression, "What's the matter, worry about me? You may be the first A person who came back to life with me."

Hearing the voice, India looked at him.

"Anyway, I have a home and can't go back, so I might as well wait for you here." The girl looked at the other party carefully, and then smiled slightly, "How is it, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No, refreshed." Nathan said, "If you want to come and have a shot, I can accompany you."

Seeing that he was fine, India ignored him and stood up to leave.

"Hey, are you going home?"

"Yeah, let's see if my stepfather who punched me came home. If I don't, I'll go to bed." The girl yawned. Obviously, it was already the early morning of the next day, and she stayed here After a long time, "Loki almost killed me after he killed you. I was so scared that I didn't even explain to him that you can't die," she cut contemptuously, "This terrible idiot."

She thought about it, but was still very unhappy.

"Norse mythology must have been written by him himself."

Before reaching the door of the house, the girl heard crying and roaring along the street.

India, who is only 17 years old, in addition to crime, nightclubs, alcohol, and nicotine in her life, there is another crime from which she cannot escape.

When she saw her stepfather beat her biological mother until her face was covered with blood, the girl picked up the mowing knife thrown in the weeds in front of the door, and walked towards the tall and strong demon.

The drunken man was only focused on venting punches and punches, and didn't even notice the deliberately light footsteps behind him.

The next second, India raised the lawn mower.

However, the woman struggling and crying under the man suddenly showed a terrified expression, and she screamed: "India, don't! Don't do this—"

The girl cursed in her heart, before she could escape, she was spotted by the man who turned around vigilantly, and then she was pushed and staggered, her feet were unsteady, and she fell to the ground.

"Little brat," foster father Cullen showed a cruel smile, "put down your knife."

"Let go of my mother first." India turned over neatly and stood up, stepping back with the knife in hand.

This is the daily life of her family.

A violent adoptive father, and a mother who likes to spoil her things the most.

"Your mother is disobedient, I'm going to beat her." Cullen said, "It's you, what are you doing with the knife?" He slowly approached the girl, "Are you going to kill me?!"

"So what if you hacked to death?!" India swung the knife fiercely forward, showing a vicious smile, "I will kill you first, and then I will bury you in the yard as fertilizer. Dare?!"

India's mother got up, covering her face and weeping.

"India...don't say that..."

Cullen smiled coldly. In the cold wind, his drunkenness disappeared a lot, and his eyes staring at the girl became more greedy.

India noticed the hostile expression of the other party, as if being licked by a gnat, she immediately felt nauseous.

She was very angry at her mother's appearance,

She simply hated this disgusting adoptive father and her unworthy mother.

As if he knew what the girl was thinking, Cullen's disgusted face was full of pride: "Your mother can't leave me, and you, sooner or later, you can't leave me either."

India was silent, with an angry expression, but in an instant, she rolled her eyes and lowered her head.

Seeing her like this, the man smiled with satisfaction, then stepped forward, looked at the girl who seemed to have lost her will to resist, and grabbed the knife in her hand.

He also grabbed her hand.

India lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was a little scared.

Cullen's expression made him look extremely proud, and he immediately touched the hand that he had been thinking about for a long time. The delicate and soft touch made his muscular muscles tense with excitement.

Then, he grabbed the girl's hair and approached her.

"I just said, you should be obedient earlier——"

"No—Cullum—" India's mother was still crying, she crawled over and grabbed the man's pant leg, "You can't...that's my daughter..."

Cullen turned his head, intending to kick the woman away.

At this moment, India suddenly raised her head, her eyes were as cold as lightning, she quickly raised her knees, and slammed directly on the man's cock steadily and hard.

Loki is a god, but this disgusting man is not.

So he couldn't resist the blow.

Under the heavy blow, the man let go of his hand and fell down crying.

"Fuck! You goddamn—"

His face was flushed red, his expression was distorted by pain, and the sound of howling and breaking down was especially harsh in the silent night.

"Ku, Kulun..." India's mother looked at her daughter in horror, "India, how could you do this?"

India put her pockets expressionlessly, and there was no trace of crying on her face.

Obviously, she had faked everything just now.

"Shut up, Mom, you are already cowardly enough, what else can you do besides being beaten?"

The girl showed a disdainful expression on her face. She looked at her mother coldly, and picked up the machete from the ground.

"If you hate him, kill him now, or he will continue to beat you when he recovers."

Mother muttered, as if frightened, she had no intention of reaching out her hand at all.

This result is not surprising to girls.

Her mother, a beautiful woman who used to not even know how to do housework and was spoiled like a princess by her father, is now forced to marry a fist-fighting man as a second wife, and suffers beatings and insults every day .

Not only that, but the beast also took a fancy to him.

Thinking of this, India sighed.

"This is your own choice, remember not to regret it."

She left a word indifferently, and then kicked hard on the head of the rolling man again.

The man straightened up and fainted.

"I'm leaving, and I'll come back after a while. Be careful, don't be beaten to death by him."

India ordered.

"I know... I know, but India..."

The woman suddenly spoke in a low voice, with a bit of pleading in her tone.

"what?"

"I have no money, India."

There was a look of longing in the mother's eyes.

The girl took half a step back, showing an expression of disbelief that made her laugh.

"You want money again, use it for drinks, use it for drugs, don't you?"

She looked at her mother's face, and for a moment, grief and helplessness surged up together. She gritted her teeth, but she couldn't refuse her mother's request.

The other party's white and tender hands were now wrinkled, and her face was thin and sunken. Her hair was tied up in a mess behind her head, and she was wearing crumpled clothes. The woman looked at least 20 years older than her actual age.

India did not refuse, nor did she agree. She looked at the longing woman in her eyes and suddenly felt very sad.

"What's so good about Cullen that you insist on being with him? Just because when Dad died—did he help you when Dad died?! He has a plan! You can't not know!"

The girl couldn't control her emotions, and raised her voice: "My father will definitely regret it if he sees your ghost like this——"

"Snap"!

India's mother suddenly stood up and slapped her daughter hard in the face.

"You don't deserve to mention your father!"

The woman suddenly became serious, her sickness and weakness disappeared a bit, and her cheeks were flushed abnormally.

It seems that only when her previous husband is mentioned, will she have other emotions besides sadness and cowardice.

India's long hair was parted and fell, covering the visible scar on her forehead.

"What about you? Are you worthy?"

she asked in a low voice.

There was fire and blood in the girl's gaze, and she used her clear eyes to illuminate the distressed appearance of the woman opposite.

"You are not worthy."

After saying this, she picked up the orange jumpsuit she threw on the ground, turned and left the slum.

……

Before she was ten years old, India thought she was very happy.

She has a heroic father, a beautiful mother and a happy and ordinary family.

Although my father is very busy at work, he always drives me and my mother out for picnics on weekends. She will tell them what they will meet in school and worry about grades and tests.

At that time, the things she worried about were all trivial matters.

"I want a barrel of gasoline." After giving the boss some money, India showed a bright smile, with an innocent expression, like a little girl, "Dad asked me to buy it. If I go back late, he Will tell me."

Later, due to an accident, she lost everything.

The former home, the tall and handsome father, and the gentle and beautiful mother back then.

And—their identities.

"Today I'm going to play a big game." India said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I had a fight with my stepfather last night, and the old guy still wants to fuck me, if I didn't destroy him Lower body, now I may have to call my mother a sister."

"That's great India," Nathan said, "do I need to call you Auntie instead?"

"Shut up, idiot." India sneered, "wait for the news," she paused, "how did you say that? Oh! Long live Hydra!"

She was talking nonsense with a pretty smile on her face.

After hanging up the phone, the girl walked to the door of a basement with the heavy barrel of gasoline while recalling the past. The shutter door was closed, obviously it was not business hours.

She unscrewed the lid and poured the entire barrel of gasoline down.

Then, India lit a cigarette for herself first, and then threw the lighter down.

The overwhelming flames were ignited with a bang.

The heat wave almost set off a somersault for the girls.

But she was very happy, pursing her lips and smiling like a ten-year-old child.

"I'm so happy." She hummed softly and stood not far away for a while.

Then he turned and left the underground boxing gym.

——This is the entire property of her adoptive father Cullen.

Just when the girl finished all this and was about to go to the city center to start a new life, she saw a tall and straight figure not far away.

The man kept looking at her with a casual smile on his face, waiting for her to walk by.

And India really walked over. She faced Loki speechlessly, sighed, and asked, "Do you all like STK?"

"You burned someone else's shop?" Loki didn't answer her, his expression was unpredictable.

India sneered, and walked over the man indifferently: "Does it have something to do with you? This is my stepfather's underground boxing gym, where people are beaten to death every day. I burned it as a good deed, right?"

She turned her head and said viciously.

"As a juvenile delinquent, isn't it right to atone for the crimes you have committed?"

"Of course it is," Loki smiled, "Then can you explain—"

"Explain what?!"

"What is STK?"

India was startled, and burst out laughing: "Ah? Hahahahahahaha! STK means perverted stalker, how do you like it?"

And Loki didn't smile.

The girl instantly became alert.

The next second, the man raised his hand.

This time, India learned to be smart. She avoided the opponent's attack direction, then took out a knife and stabbed directly.

—but it was empty.

The man in front of her gradually disappeared, and the girl saw Loki showing a nasty smile: "Stupid."

Realizing that she was played by the other party's illusion, India stomped her feet and cursed: "Pervert! Peeping Tom! Damn it!"

The author has something to say: In the early stage, there were many plots where girls and gods killed each other (.)

Falling in love later, let me tell you that it’s really——