Blackstone Code Chapter 485: End and freshmen [this
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If this request had been placed a few hours earlier, the young man would have left the room like a servant, even if he didn't want to.
But everything is different now, instead of leaving immediately, he looks at his father, Mr. Simon, "You're going to leave..."
"I heard from the housekeeper that you are selling everything here."
"In factories, shops, warehouses and things in the warehouse, you have dismissed all the workers, including the house under our feet, and it is also in your plan to sell!" The boy's voice was not so loud, but it was like a thunderbolt It struck in Mr. Simon's heart.
These things he did were exposed, and he panicked a little, "No, that's not true!"
For the first time, the boy did not lower his head and remained silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little panicked during his questioning. 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 are not even planning to leave with my mother and me, you are planning to leave us here, and what Don't leave us alone!"
He has guessed the most real situation, but Mr. Simon's mood has stabilized. In this familiar relationship, he quickly found his place.
"These are not things you should know about, understand, I repeat, now I ask you to get out of here immediately, immediately!", he pointed to the door, the majesty of being a father, of being the ruler of this family The majesty began to permeate again.
The young man began to feel the changes in his heart as he had experienced countless times from disappointment to despair. Little by little, he felt that he was swallowed by darkness.
His expression was a little 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, go to the country you came from, go No matter the country you haven't been to, 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 the color of blood, and he was as pale and nervous as he was now.
He never admits that this person who has a heavier complexion and looks more like his mother than himself is his own 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 derailed wife and his son who only uses the word "daddy" to express his closeness when writing letters asking for money. The mother and son here are just someone he integrates into the local society. props, vase, and a bastard.
The unhappy and hateful look in the stranger's eyes made the boy completely desperate. He didn't leave the room, but just walked to the sofa and sat down. .
"Why, if you don't like me, you don't like your mother, why did you marry her and give birth to me?", he questioned Mr. Simon.
He had such conjectures before, but he always told himself that it was all his imagination, how could anyone not love their children.
He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon, like he expresses his love differently, like he's actually paying attention to himself in secret...
He tried to deceive himself into believing that his own lies were the truth of the world, but it seemed, 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 will not want to do business with me."
"I know what they think, they think you will be my successor and inherit everything from me, they think you are also a Nagalil...", Mr. Simon paused, he seemed to think What, but the emotion gave him no chance to think, "You are indeed a Nagalil!"
He had a very odd smile on his face, "And I, I'm not Nagalil, and my son shouldn't be Nagalil."
"You're right, I didn't **** treat you as my child from the beginning, and I didn't plan to take you away, I can't stand you, now your use value is gone, I I won't take you away!"
"How about it, I've told you everything you want to know, are you satisfied now, are you satisfied with this answer?"
"If you're satisfied, get out of my room, I'll be **** when I see you now!"
The young man raised his head slowly with tears streaming down his face. The muscles on his face sometimes twitched uncontrollably. With those tears and some snot, it was not very good to be honest.
"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 wasn't good enough, even though I knew I was lying to myself."
"You turned down the last chance, please allow me...call you papa (daddy)..."
papa is a more friendly name for father in the localization of Nagalil. Names such as father and mother are too literal. There are not many people who speak this way in real life, except for the family environment and the education they received. In addition to making them have to do this, most of the time, people still refer to their parents by such a more human title.
Just as 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, even a little disappointed.
"You wouldn't shoot, and you wouldn't dare to do that. I'll leave some money for you and your mother, so you can have a good life, stop saying unpleasant things now, and put the gun down, From my room..."
Boom!
The whole world seems 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.
Pretton is a very good hunter and likes to hunt 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. Consider a bit of a network.
Preton took a fancy to Mr. Simon, he is not a garbage collector, he puts everything in his pocket, he only wants those valuable people to serve him.
In order to please Preton, Mr. Simon asked someone to get some good shotguns for Preton.
These shotguns may not work well on a frontal battlefield, but they do excel in hunting.
Larger caliber, faster chamber speed, more terrifying tearing power, he still remembered that the manufacturer of this shotgun was very proud to tell him when he delivered these shotguns, even if he was facing one Crazy elephants don't need to panic.
Just spread your feet slightly in tandem to stabilize your body's center of gravity, then place the **** on your shoulder, aim at the elephant's head, and pull the trigger.
After a bang, the mad elephant will fall to the ground like a rag doll, unable to threaten anything anymore.
He fell backwards, slowly, he saw the blood droplets in the air were falling slowly, the blood was not as bright red as people imagined, it was a little dull.
He saw some bone fragments, and was surprised to see another eyeball. The nerve of that eyeball was connected to a muscle and was flying slowly in the air. He could even see the infinite from that eye. Fear, and its own reflection.
A poor **** without half of his head!
With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body twitched subconsciously, and stopped after only a few twitches, blood gushing out from his head.
The young man who was overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, the door of the room was also knocked open, the housekeeper and the young man rushed in, and they saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.
Compared to the surprised expression on the young man's face, the butler took out the cloth from the coffee table with a heavy expression, and covered it over Mr. Simon's missing half of his head.
The blood soon dyed the white pad red. The young man wiped away the tears on his face. He looked at Mr. Simon, who was lying on the ground and had lost his vital signs. His heart was very complicated.
He once thought that the mountain he couldn't cross collapsed in front of him at this moment. Human life is really fragile.
He doesn't know how to describe how he feels at this time, all kinds of emotions are churning, but he still has some new work to do.
"What shall I do next?", the young man looked at the young man, "I have shown my sincerity,"
The young man nodded and seemed to agree, "Leave everything to me next, from this moment on, you, your family, and your property will all be subject to the al-Shabaab of Nagalil. Protect and look after!"
For a short while, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.
The riots spread here from other places, and some people are also eyeing Mr. Simon's house. After all, among the foreigners here, who is richer, everyone probably has a perception.
But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a corpse with its head covered on the lawn. Several young people were talking loudly. Probably a thug had sneaked in and beat him to death. Mr. Simon or something.
At the same time they also expressed to others that Mr. Simon's child, a Nagalil teenager, will inherit Mr. Simon's estate and wealth, and he is also a member of the Nagalil al-Shabaab ~IndoMTL.com~ If you don't want to cause trouble, if you don't want to cause trouble to your family, it's best not to set foot in this yard!
The influence and reputation of the Nagalil al-Shabaab are actually not enough, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most persuasive thing to others.
People remember the dead Mr. Simon, remember al-Shabaab, and the weapons in the hands of al-Shabaab.
They expressed fear and left.
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 doesn't know if the decision is right or wrong, but at least he's fighting for his chance.
The chance to take control of your own destiny.
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