The Emperor’s Angel of Death

It took Soshyan two seconds to guess why the lady wanted to hide the photo in her hair. Someone must have checked her body before coming. And she was so hesitant because someone warned her not to say anything. Say something bad.

Looking at the small faces covered in dust and dirt and the eyes that were almost losing their luster in the photos, Soshiyang suddenly wanted to cry and laugh, and finally turned into a strong murderous intention -

He wanted to kill people, until the breath he was holding in his chest was released...

He could almost simulate it in his mind. These children under ten years old worked in the factory for 14 to 16 hours a day. The overloaded and high-intensity labor made them exhausted. Sometimes they fell asleep without even having the energy to eat. Their working environment is like hell, with crude factory buildings, poor ventilation, deafening roars of machines and dirty, hot air that ravages their young bodies, leaving diseases, injuries and death with them.

Maybe it's just a distraction or a nap, and they will be sucked into the roaring machine and crushed to pieces by the huge gears and pistons...

If the meaning of life is only the faint scream in the roar of the machine, then what right do they have to ask them to worship, believe in, love, and fight for whom?

Soshyan suddenly felt very painful, unusually painful. He even envied warriors like Seth and Tiberius. They didn't have to think about this at all, and they didn't care about it, let alone understand it. Just fight like a weapon, slaughter, and rage is broken.

Even like Coz, picking up the butcher's knife, killing everything, and burning everything seems to be such a bad choice. At most, I can't just see everything, and I need to take care of everything. In a sense, More nervous.

But I can do that, but I can't do that. Even my reason tells me that even killing these factory owners and managers is meaningless. This is a problem of a few people.

I used to be proud of my reason and reasoning, which my daughter saw as my magic weapon to defeat many opponents, but now I don’t hate that ability at all—

"...Dear Grandpa Angel, show your mercy. The teacher said that you are the most beautiful hero in the world. You are sent by the God Emperor to bring mercy to everyone. Please take you away from there. Where are you going? It’s okay. My family may not be able to survive anymore. Brother Rod, who took good care of you in the future, died after seventy shifts. My hand was rolled back by the machine. The supervisor kept shouting to protect the machine. We used a saw. I saw brother Rod's hand alive. I screamed very happily. Blood spurted everywhere. We didn't care about me at all... I wrote you a letter. I hope you can read it. Your writing is ugly. The teacher can only I secretly give you classes in the evening, but you are always sleepy, and there is no time, there is only a light, and everyone is gathered together... The teacher is really bad and bad, always leaving everyone else outside the classroom during the day Food scraps were secretly left for you, and you were made to sleep outside the classroom instead of next to the smelly ditch. Everyone said you should be an angel too! Please have mercy on you lucky orphans, dear Grandpa Angel."

I looked at the male teacher who was still choking and asked warmly:

Hao Mo gasped for a few breaths and continued to read out the previous words through gritted teeth.

"...Aznar...the message belt is coming back...I..."

These people who had already been sitting under the chairs immediately looked at you with all kinds of surprised eyes. Then something even more surprising happened to us. Soshyan hurriedly lowered his body. Because he was wearing armor, I He even knelt down on one knee.

"Yes Yes!"

"What's wrong?"

"Feel sorry."

All the soldiers turned their heads to look at Soshyan, but Soshyan just closed his eyes and replied warmly:

"Chapter Commander, I asked you to kill those beasts!"

"Little man, there are not hundreds of millions of children like that outside the hive city... We either have no parents and are sold out of the factory by the orphanage in order to make a living, or we are sold out of the factory by our own parents. We are treated like livestock. Treat...that's how it should be, that's how it should be! Few of us die in low-intensity labor while still young, or are disabled due to accidents. Many of us will become gang members before we are a little younger. Thug, some boys will even be sold to brothels once they reach the age! Our family may not be clean and our background is very humble, but villain, you must doubt you, our character is definitely not the same as ours. Just like dirt! Absolutely! Our dirty skin is still wrapped in a simple and vicious heart! We know how to help each other better than anyone else! We know how to take care of the powerful better than anyone else, even we ourselves are very powerful! "

Soshiyang pursed his lips and could only squeeze out two words.

Perhaps it was just an instinctive action. Soshyan turned over the photo, only to find that there was no content on the back.

Haoma's hands were shaking as I read, anger burning in my eyes and skin.

You suddenly burst into tears, covered your face with your hands, and fell to the ground.

The teacher put his hands on his hands and looked at Soshyan with tears streaming down his face.

Haoma, who was standing against the pillar to my left, immediately took a step back, and Soshyan stretched out the letter to him.

"Read it and let everyone hear it."

After just looking at it for two seconds, my brows immediately wrinkled.

Hao Mo took a deep breath, suppressed the anger on his face, and then said hastily:

"Read it out."

This is a letter, written in very elegant writing.

"... Aznar... last night... told me that no angel has come to that world... I am very depressed... I haven't worked for 17 consecutive hours... I still use 1 I wrote a letter when I was an adult...I said I wanted to dream about an angel...I gave it the letter...I fell asleep...went to bed...when the bell rang in the morning...you see Until I opened my eyes and stared straight down... as if I wanted to see through the ceiling and roof... where the angel should be..."

"I see, where is that girl from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com now?"

Soshiyang looked at the past for a while, closed his eyes, and said:

As he read to the end, Hao Mo was still gasping for breath, while Suo Shiyang opened his eyes, not a little gloomy, but more powerful.

"Finish reading."

Although there was no confusion in his heart, Haomo still put the weapon outside his elbow, took off his helmet, and walked over to take the photo from Soshyan.

"exist."

"Did he ghostwrite that letter?"

"Dear Grandpa Angel, your name is Aznar. You are writing to you. I wish you a weak and bad health. Please ask the God Emperor to bless you with all the best. You are an orphan with a father and a mother. After a long time, you will be in Adidas leather shoes. Working in a factory, few of your friends are working outside, Big Wick, Ka, Yani... Originally there was no Veil, but he was taken away after one of your shifts. You were sold by your parents. Outside the factory, but it seems that the factory owner asked you to go to another place again. I heard it was because you were 13 years old. You kept crying after you left... You were beaten yesterday, and you secretly went to the maintenance room After sleeping outside for a long time, you were too tired. The supervisor grabbed your hair, pulled you outside the open space, and whipped you hard with the work leather strap... On this day after your eleventh shift, you Because I messed with a wrong part, the supervisor broke off your right thumb with a wrench. I always hit you with whatever I picked up... There was nothing to eat. There was only water in the morning, and the white water was not there yet. A little bit of glutinous rice, and you can only eat your seventh meal of glutinous rice flour during the 5-minute break... But there is always no sand outside the glutinous rice flour, and the jammed tooth socket has been slowly worn away. I always say that I have a toothache, and there is no time to use it. Hit yourself on the head with a tin can.”

"Homa."