I’m Not Shouldering This Blame Chapter 122: Twists and turns

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The bullet hit the wall, and the smell of gunpowder filled the whole block.

Johnson shrank behind a refrigerator. The teenager's face was stained with black and gray stains. He was wearing very out-of-the-box clothes-a pink coat and woolen skirt, and a hairpin on his head.

He closed his eyes and breathed quickly, looking scared, and his body was trembling slightly.

The sound stopped softly, Johnson was still shrinking there, a corner of the skirt protruding from the back of the refrigerator.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the rubble was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the refrigerator that Johnson was leaning on flew into the air, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, screaming in fear.

"Aha, look what I found, a little wild cat."

Johnson’s red-brown hair remained as long as his ears. He was very thin because of malnutrition. He covered a part of his cheek with his hair, making that face the size of a palm, smeared with dust and blue eyes. It was wet and full of fear.

A big rough hand pinched "her" by the shoulder and lifted Johnson up.

He struggled like a girl, kicking and hitting, reaching out and trying to scratch.

A gun was against his chest, and the opponent maliciously used a steaming muzzle to rub the slightly curvy chest of the "girl" through the clothes. The soft concave effect made the mob very satisfied.

"Little wild cat, be scared! Want to scream to your parents, your driver, your bodyguard?"

Johnson’s clothes are all famous brands now. He also put on himself a small platinum brooch and a string of pearl necklaces. Now the brooch has been rudely pulled off, and the clothes have a small hole torn.

Johnson saw the bald and beard face of the gunman up close.

Some familiar, seen on TV, wanted order...

The mob was even more excited when the "maiden" recognized him. He licked his lips, imagining how the little girl in his hand would scream.

"You guys who grew up sitting on a pile of dollars, drink red wine, drive a sports car, go out to hook up with women to seduce men in your teens, your parents have money, and you can give it to you no matter what mistakes you make. Go around, everyone else is rubbish...Little wild cat, you will soon become a toy for the rubbish!"

Johnson was pale, he was strangled and dragged out.

The dead body was lying on the side of the road, and there were constant screams from the ruins.

The wanted man whistled and brought the "trophies" to the intersection. There were dozens of fully armed supernaturalists, both men and women, wearing combat boots and holding assault guns.

"Who asked you to bring people out, kill them."

"Kill once you have played." The mob touched Johnson's chest with his hand, bargaining with his companions.

"You have to figure out what we are doing, an s-level ability is hiding in this block..."

It was a woman who was talking. She was very angry, and looked at Johnson with scrutiny.

The "maiden" made a humiliating, terrified sob under the palm of the mob, looking very pitiful.

There are many people interested in "her", and one man even whistled.

"The business is almost done, Little Wildcat can't wait."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's eyes: These people didn't know what the s-level superpowers meant, but anyway, they were desperadoes who can buy poison and gold.

The woman made a gesture, and immediately someone dragged a man tied back with a rope from a car behind.

"Are the snipers ready?"

"Yes, everything is in place."

"What about anesthesia bombs?"

"Enough to make an elephant fall asleep, if our savior can't sustain the sudden death of the medicine, even he is unlucky!"

The hostage was dragged to the front, several guns were pointed at his vitals, his mouth was blocked by a dirty towel, and there were traces of torture on his limbs, his pupils were dilated, and his lips were black.

"How many injections, do you want to kill people?"

"It was originally an addictive amount. Who knew that our big star hadn't even knocked the hemp before. After the injection of the new purifier, the body reacted so much..."

"Okay! We need to control the target for a long time. If he dies too early, we don’t live anymore. The news of the S-level superpower is our boss bought from the Sacred Gate organization, which is very valuable. , The little Mr. Morenza, we must live back to the real world before we can extort enough benefits from Wolf Morensa."

"No, Federico Morenza can't leave alive. You guys ran to the United States and ran away if they killed people. Wolf's old wolf is not easy to provoke! Offended this godfather, we I can’t get mixed up on the entire east coast!"

The mob who pinched Johnson's shoulder also snarled objection: "Because this is a deserted world, we agreed to this business, otherwise you can give me tens of thousands of dollars, and I will not trouble Mr. Morenza’s nephew. !"

Faced with infighting, the woman held her arms and said disdainfully: "Wolf Morenza is just an ordinary person. He has no power. We already have great power. We are the people chosen by God. You Are you still afraid of an old godfather who should give way?"

"Shit, do you know how many people work for the Morenza family?" Someone sneered loudly, "You Mexican corn guys, why did the Santos sell the information to you, because it doesn't want to offend Moren. Mr. Sa! Even if the person is killed. You have to shake it out. I can no longer buy arms on the east coast. All hotel resorts and even motel attendants will receive my wanted photos. You can’t enter the black market, you can’t enter the casino, and the streets. The prostitutes and girls will betray me! I can still hang on at fbi. The only way to kill Wolf Morensa is to escape to the farm in the west!"

"You can leave America." The woman said coldly.

Faced with a large number of guns, people like the bald closed their mouths.

One side viciously wanted to teach this group of Mexican drug dealers a lesson, and the other side sneered and wanted to control Johnson Brown. After the teenager's anger always vented, let this group of guys go to God.

The woman retreated to the back, and the hostage holder immediately picked up the loudspeaker and shouted at the ruined neighborhood.

For teenage boys, it is basically enough to threaten and lure first, and then use hostages to scare a few words.

The information purchased from the Sacred Gate organization is that Federico Morenza has taken in the homeless savior boy, the halo of the Uranus superstar, it is easy for the boy to worship, plus Federico is rich, Even if he fell into the abandoned world, his uncle's men helped him and helped him hide.

——However, not everyone is loyal to Mr. Morenza. Even if they are loyal, half a month after abandoning the world, the stocks of those drug addicts are gone, and there is nowhere to buy them. In front of drugs, they He betrayed Federico without hesitation.

Federick, who was out looking for food, has not returned. The savior boy must be in a hurry.

Just a smile appeared on the woman's face, and she suddenly felt a chill at the back of her neck.

Wind.

The black whirlwind blows everyone around, shooting machine gun bullets randomly, and people can't even open their eyes.

The wind formed a circle of shields around Federico, and all the bullets that were shot were deflected, so that the precise control at close range, before everyone could react, Johnson ran over and struggling to put Federico’s arm on On his shoulders.

After using the wind power to help reduce some of the weight, Johnson turned his head, he hesitated for less than ten seconds, and finally waved his hand, and several thunder and lightning fell in the wind circle behind him.

The metal barrel is conductive, and there is a screaming and anxious smell from the sound of the wind.

Johnson has already run away with someone.

The wind erased the black and gray on his face, and Johnson's face was tense. He was still trembling slightly with fear, but his expression was firm.

Wind energy transmitted a small voice from a distance into his ears. Johnson heard the woman yelling angrily and triumphantly, warning him that Federico Morenza would have a drug addiction in two hours. This new type of poison . Products are only available in their hands.

Johnson never looked back.

Years of hardship made Johnson know that once he succumbed to the drug dealers, casino people, and other coercors, he would only fall into a darker abyss and never escape.

Johnson, an uncle of the gambler, has many people trying to trick him into stealing and robbery. Many boys of his origin have embarked on this road. Eventually these boys went to jail. After the adults with the stolen money ate and drank, they went to find the next poor child.

Leaving the mob far behind and confirming the safety of the surroundings, Johnson chose a basement.

Federico was not shot. His injuries just looked serious. They were caused by baseball bats or other hard objects. Johnson has experience in taking care of uncle gamblers. He quickly took care of those injuries. However, What to do with poison...

Johnson is fidgeting.

Of course he knows that people who take drugs can see nothing but drugs.

From the mob’s conversation, Johnson heard everything because of himself. Doubts grew in the young man’s heart. He began to doubt the female teacher Katie and the lawyer Charlie, but Mr. Morenza...

At this time Federico woke up. He instinctively wanted to stand up. After seeing Johnson's panicked face and surrounding environment, he slowly lay down. He had a splitting headache and his stomach twitched. His coma was just consciousness. Unable to control his body, Federico knew what happened to him after being attacked.

"Hurry up."

"Mr. Morenza..."

"Remember my words, your name is Huracan, and your future involves the fate of many people." Federico tried his best to make his voice clearer. He used the simplest sentence to make this world one This book, what the protagonist Johnson Brown will encounter.

He does not comment on Johnson's life in the original book, nor does he comment on the choice of the savior, let alone the advice of you not to believe anyone in the future.

"This is what you should know."

After insisting on saying these words, Federico's eyes turned black. He urged Johnson to leave and warned him: "The new type of poison. The effect of making illusions is more obvious. I will become not me. Everything is a monster. , Leave soon!"

Johnson was trembling with his stern expression on his pupils that had lost focus.

A group of monsters attracted by high-level abilities soon gathered outside the basement.

Johnson heard the roar and turned around and ran outside. Federico sighed in relief. He was lying on the cold and wet floor, suddenly feeling like he was back before the crossing.

The dilapidated house, severely ill, a singer who can only compose but has an unsatisfactory voice, resides in a small bar, was born as an orphan, cannot find a way out, and is destitute.

The first time he heard a transversal question in his dream, although he was almost out of food, he still had hope. He had a healthy body. He felt that it was very easy to travel through the book "The Forsaken". Absurd, that voice never appeared again for the next year.

He was tortured by illness, and the person who snatched his music began to hold a national tour. When he was about to die, he heard the voice again. It was a consciousness. In order to live, he hesitated and agreed.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that I had become a seven-year-old boy. He was shot in the body, covered in blood. The man holding the baby crying looked at him in surprise, and fainted because of his injuries...

Wolf's enemy, shot and avenged his family, only one survivor, Wolf Morenza's nephew.

No, his nephew is already dead.

How similar, it's also a basement.

Federico didn't understand why he was reborn in the boy's body. The fatal wound healed quickly, but the boy's uncle was taken care of by him for more than a month because of his injuries.

A real child, of course, can’t take care of the wounded and beg and wait for relief.

Wolf’s nephew is dead. He is just a person who lives in place of this body. During the years of Wolf’s fortune, Federico only asked about everything about him, he was only responsible for bringing the food. go home.

Later, he left Wolf Morensa even earlier, because no matter who it was, he wouldn't be happy to see a thief, and now this stolen life will come to an end.

There seemed to be bugs all over the body gnawing and crawling pain, letting Federico know that the drug addiction had occurred.

He twists and rolls, makes a terrible cry, rolls his nails scratching the ground, and hits the wall with his head. This is a struggle of willpower, and the pain of dying he has forgotten for twenty years, now it is surging like a tide.

Unconscious, awakened in pain, and unconscious again and again.

When Federico became conscious again, he felt that someone was feeding him and he opened his eyes. The boy was startled, and ran out like a cat for several meters, hiding in the corner and looking at him quietly, as if afraid of him. Go crazy again.

"..."

Didn't you actually leave?

Federico twitched his mouth, Johnson approached him cautiously, with a surprised expression: "Mr. Morenza, are you awake?"

"Those people?" Federico spoke very hard in just three words.

Johnson became awkward and almost buried his head in his chest: "Dead...dead."

"You?"

Johnson nodded in a panic, and those people followed the monster's trail. He couldn't take Federico away, let alone lead the monster away, leaving Federico alone here.

Federico is a little lost, and abandoning the world is so dangerous. The protagonist Johnson will one day become the person with the name of the **** of hurricanes and thunderstorms. Of course, it is inevitable to kill, but knowing that it is completely different from seeing it with his own eyes.

"Me, next time..."

"Good boy, you are very smart." Federico remembers the clothes Johnson wore when he came to rescue him.

He was born as an orphan and he wanted to be praised, but never once. His blood-stained palm touched the boy's dust-stained face, and Federico sighed in his heart.

Johnson seemed to be suddenly happy. He ran to the side and showed Federico a white bra.

"I saw this thing called magic gathering on the TV shopping that Katie watched. The model is a man. After putting it on, there is a on the bust. There is a shop in the block. It took me ten minutes to figure out how to wear it. Yes, it was not discovered."

"..."