I’m Not Shouldering This Blame Chapter 33: Capture

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14-year-old Johnson poked his head cautiously out of the ruins.

The rain stopped.

There was a noise in the distance, and the high-power homemade hand-held lamp was dazzling.

The hovercraft and kayaks traveling through the stagnant water, and people wearing raincoats, used things like harpoons to pick up obstacles and rummaged for valuables.

——They are not search and rescue personnel, but survivors who escaped the hurricane.

They violently scrambled for valuables, rushed into the half-collapsed store, and forcibly pried. Opened the cash register box, took out the wet banknotes, and scattered coins slipped between their fingers and rolled into the stagnant water. .

"Look! Old Holly, poor old fellow!"

After the body lying in the ruins was found, the mob kicked it maliciously and laughed loudly.

"Where is the gold ring on this old guy's hand, did you take it?"

"I didn't see it!" The man who was the first to lift the furniture to find the corpse raised his hands, and exclaimed.

Others obviously didn't believe it, and soon a fight began.

Johnson took advantage of the chaos called scuffles and scuffles, and ran away.

"Huh, huh." The gasping boy, just about to slow down, heard the screams and the dull sound of sharp weapons cutting into the flesh from the ruins behind him. Johnson shivered, unable to take a rest, borrowed Fleeing hurriedly under the cover of darkness.

He has never experienced such a terrible disaster, but he knows what people will do for money

Johnson lived with his uncle Lake in a slum area for many years. He has seen prostitutes and women who kill prostitutes, and he has seen gamblers who have lost red eyes and stabbed people with knives, and deceived elderly women who were seriously ill. The dregs of people's last money.

When he was seven years old, one of his little friends died beside the trash can in the alley.

The slum area is not big, and more than a hundred people are huddled in this dirty and shabby place. There are no strangers here. When the child saw the face of the other person, the criminal who had just succeeded in the robbery gave the boy a head without saying anything. gun.

When Johnson took the overdue food from the bakery and rushed to share it with his friends, all he saw was the cold corpse lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

The case was broken after a month.

The criminal robbed a basketball player who went to a seaside city on vacation. He also had a blood hole in his chest, but he survived with luck. The robber originally only wanted money, but found that the prey was muscular and worried that he would not be able to get it.

The case was a lot of trouble, the criminal went to jail, and the newspapers were very concerned about the innocent child who died. The whole page mourned the prisoner, but even the child’s name was misspelled.

The only benefit that the child received before and after his death was to be moved into the cemetery after the church.

Compared to his little friend, Johnson is already very lucky. The newspapers let many people know about the slums of Pedorion, South Saskatchewan, and there are some children who have not studied and can't fill their stomachs.

It coincides with the election year in the United States. A certain candidate seized the opportunity and was funded by a charitable foundation to pay all the fees for these children until they graduated from the twelfth grade.

Johnson was late for his other children to go to school for a year, but he was finally able to go to school, and he was able to eat one free lunch at school every day.

He cannot transfer school because the tuition fee was paid to this public school many years ago.

No matter what, Johnson will insist on reading the book. The opportunity is hard-won, and people who get it easily will not understand it.

——When Johnson made up his mind, he would never have thought that one day, he would blow up his school.

Avoiding those mobsters fighting for valuables, Johnson was struggling to swim in the stagnant water. When he woke up in this rubble four days ago, he found a surge of strength in his body.

But Johnson didn't dare to use it at all. He remembered the terrible situation of the school very clearly.

He wants to go out to a place where the disaster is relatively light, to seek help, or to pretend to be an orphan separated from his family. Fourteen-year-old Johnson Brown believes that being alive is the most important thing.

Even if he is afraid, he will leave here.

Two days later, with the food found in the ruins, Johnson finally walked out of the hard-hit area and found a rescue point set up in a small town after the hurricane.

The skinny child immediately caught people's attention, and soon he had a warm blanket, a cup of hot milk and easy-to-digest biscuits.

He was extremely hungry, but still restrained himself.

The action of drinking milk slowly seemed very educated. No one suspected that this was a kid in a slum. They asked Johnson's family, but the boy bowed his head and said nothing.

"God! This poor child!"

It was a fat old woman who distributed the supplies, and she hugged the boy pityingly.

Johnson is stiff, because he knows this old woman.

The old woman is the owner of a bakery in Pedorion City. She always venomously drove out the tramp who made trouble and upset her trash can. Johnson had her head broken when she was a child. The old woman's current behavior obviously did not remember Johnson at all. She embraced the boy who lost his family in the hurricane, not from the dirty slum, the **** raised by the scumbag gamblers.

The arms are warm, but Johnson's heart is cold.

This embarrassment did not last long. The South Saskatchewan rescue team came back. They brought back many survivors, and the rescue station became busy. No one continued to question Johnson's origin.

The boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief, watching the surroundings, and suddenly someone stopped him in surprise.

"Hi, little Johnson!"

Johnson took a step back vigilantly, like a frightened hamster.

The man didn't catch him rashly, but looked worriedly: "Katie called me just now and said that I was worried about your safety. You look okay, which is great."

Katie was the female public school teacher who helped Johnson. After being fired, she left South Saskatchewan.

This man with a caring look and a blanket for Johnson is a friend of Katie, a lawyer who once wanted to get rid of campus violence for Johnson.

"How did you get here, where is your uncle Lake?"

"I don't know." Johnson whispered.

This is very vague. It can be understood that Lake disappeared in the hurricane. It can also be said that Lake was only looking for his life and did not think of his nephew at all.

The lawyer looked at the boy sympathetically: "Forgive me, Johnson. Although this is rude, I still think that your guardian’s disappearance or death in the legal sense is actually a good thing for you."

Johnson looked up, looking at each other with bright eyes.

"Children who lost their loved ones in the hurricane have the opportunity to be adopted by other families. You can get a better education, a new environment, and a bright future."

The shackles of poverty, the shadow of campus violence, the beating and scolding of uncle gamblers... Why can Johnson miss all these opportunities?

"But, I don't know..."

Johnson lowered his head, as if to shrink himself into a ball, so poor that he wanted to touch his head.

"I really don't know, where is Uncle Lake, maybe he...he actually escaped."

"Yes, it's very possible! God bless you, Johnson." The lawyer touched the boy's head and deliberately didn't say anything to God. He was satisfied to see Johnson struggling and restless.

——Expecting the death of my uncle, for a child, the guilt is a bit serious.

The man patiently said to Johnson: "Katie and I will get married next year. Because of work, we don’t plan to have children for the time being, but we don’t mind making an extra breakfast every day. Johnson, night will not last forever. You can defeat it by going out."

Johnson nodded slowly.

"Good boy." The lawyer patted the boy on the shoulder, like a father encouraging the child.

Reck the gambler? Of course he died long ago. He was shot and killed before the hurricane, and his body was thrown in a ditch on the side of the road.

***

The dense fog weather for three consecutive days has severely affected the smooth flow of Haihuai Expressway.

Trucks running long-distance freight were jammed at the high-speed entrance. Several drivers yawned and left the cab and strolled nearby. It was so boring to wait, someone talked about strange things.

"...This is the road! I hit here a few days ago and surrounded the interview car with the police!" The middle-aged driver with a cigarette in his mouth flicked his soot, "I heard that it was a young girl who died. Below the river embankment."

"What a bullshit! There are roads and guardrails here, so you can't die when you roll down the road. Could it be that you committed suicide by jumping into the river?"

"Who knows, I heard from my son that there were two little girls who went to the movies at night and never came back. Until now, there is still one who has never seen anyone or a dead body."

The middle-aged driver deliberately went to his cab and took out a newspaper and pointed it to everyone to read: "The missing girl’s family is willing to pay 30,000 yuan and offer a reward for clues. Some extra money..."

While speaking, someone suddenly yelled at the dense fog.

Everyone is inexplicable.

"Just now, there was a figure in the fog just now." The yelling driver trembled, "It looks like a girl student, looks...like this picture."

Everyone laughed suddenly.

"Brother, your set is too outdated! To be scary, you should say that you are a drenched female ghost!"

"Really! Suddenly disappeared!" The driver flushed.

There was another ridicule. No one paid attention to the truck parked in the dense fog. Suddenly, the door of a cab slowly opened and closed again after half a minute.

A hundred meters away on the bank of the river, a girl appeared out of thin air in the half-high grass, her appearance was exactly the same as the missing girl. She opened the small black bag that she had just stolen from the cab, and was satisfied to see the stack of pink banknotes inside. After she carried the thing into her arms, she flipped through the newspaper.

To blame, the driver was unlucky. She had to put the newspaper against the window glass, just because she was in a hurry to leave Huaicheng and was short of money.

"Hurricane Jennifer struck South Saskatchewan with amazing power. Not far from the landing site, a school substation exploded..." The girl was reading this news when she suddenly saw silhouettes appearing in the surrounding fog. She ate Shocked, he activated his ability and his figure disappeared instantly.

The crowd rushing out of the thick fog threw a big net in their heads!

The net rope is tightened, and the middle protruding out is an invisible cuboid.

"Papa!"

Suddenly two durians were smashed out of the cuboid, but the armed police holding the anti-riot shield easily stopped them.

"Report to Major Zhang that the target has been captured, please proceed to the next step."