Of course he can bear it.

He has endured it for 20 years.

Different from other children, he regarded joining gangs as his ambition since he was a child, fantasizing that he is majestic and majestic, and is greeted with smiles everywhere.

He was only 5 years old at the time, and he hated gangsters so much.

How could he not hate it?

Originally he had a happy family.A family of three, happy and harmonious.

My father is a policeman, leaving early and returning late every day.Although there was very little time with him, every night when his father came back, he would rub his head lovingly.

He knew his father was busy, but he didn't blame him, because he knew his father was a hero.

His mother was loving and gentle, and always took good care of him and his father.He gave him a lot of company and love that his father could not do.

He loves his father and mother very much.

But one day, my father left and never came back.

Mother cried, and he cried too.

He didn't know what was wrong.Where did father go?

My father was gone, and my mother was also depressed.

A thick layer of dust fell on the warm and tidy hut in the past, and the mother's eyes were also covered with a layer of dust.

I can't even wipe it off.

Another day, my mother suddenly regained her energy, dressed herself up well, and put on new clothes for him.

He wondered what happened to his mother?Could it be that father is finally coming back?

He couldn't help laughing, and when his mother looked up and saw him smiling, she shed a few tears.

His mother took him and walked a long way.

The two people who were originally neat and tidy became gray.

They went to a place where the wall was as high as several people, and there were still people with guns standing in front of the door.

After walking in and going around several times, he saw his father through the glass.

He seemed to be trapped in a big cage.

A hero is trapped in a cage.

His mother led him closer to his father, and he saw his father crying.

Looking up at my mother, she too was crying.

Mother picked him up and pressed his little face to the glass.

Dad stretched out his hand as if rubbing his head.

He stared blankly at the light shining in his father's eyes.

It is the father's tears.

It was the first time he saw his father cry.

His father taught him boys to be strong.

He resisted crying, but his nose was sore.

The family of three was separated by glass, and no one spoke.

But later he realized belatedly that his father had said a lot, but he didn't understand it.

Father said let him grow up well, grow up to be a good person, take good care of his mother, take good care of himself...

The time together was short, and he and his mother had to go out soon, but his father remained in the glass.

Now he was crying, crying heartbreakingly, and he called his father indistinctly.

But his father turned away from looking at him.

And so they went home.

Walked all the way, cried all the way.

He cried, and my mother cried too.

After that, after that, he never saw his father in the glass again.

His mother was depressed and ill for several years, and left him too.

He knew that it was all to blame for those people who showed their might and looked majestic, but in fact they were evil.

It was they who killed the father and then the mother.

He became taciturn and gradually matured.

He worked hard to make money, studied hard, swallowed all the hardships, and watered his increasingly tough heart.

Debts must be repaid, and revenge must be avenged.

He won't let the Falcons go.

Finally, when he returned from his studies, he stood on the enemy's territory.

He wanted to return his father's innocence, and he also wanted to make the person who harmed him pay the price.

The person sitting on the sofa noticed the gaze from the man in the suit, and pointed at him, "Scar, who is this man?"

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