"OH shit! Stop, please stop."
The tip of the knife pierced the skin, tearing through muscle.
Blood seeped from Jack’s thigh.
"OH god! Oh god, soone stop him?" Jack scread.
"Deal?" My words were like the devil’s whisper, brooking no refusal.
"Damn it. Alright, alright, deal, I’ll be their informant, damn it!"
I sheathed the dagger, turning to the two female cops. "Simple?"
"Mother Fucker Kenny, you’re committing a cri right in front of ." Stella held her head, unsure of what to do.
The trainee rested a hand on the gun grip, watching warily, a dangerous guy here.
"The process is nothing anyone cares about; we want results. Now you have a new informant. Upholding the law, protecting citizens—sotis light can’t dispel darkness, but darkness can consu darkness."
"Kenny!" Stella was in distress. As police officers, they needed to abide by the law.
But I didn’t have to—I could do what they couldn’t.
Why does the smart Batman feel powerless against the Joker?
Because darkness can consu light.
Compared to Captain Arica, Venom is more free.
"Officer, we accepted help from a criminal." The trainee looked painfully at her instructor.
Stella recalled the supermarket case. Yes, once again, the police had accepted a criminal’s help.
God must be crazy!
"Perhaps. He can indeed do what we cannot."
I took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and waved at the two female cops.
"You’re welco!"
I headed towards the drink shop by the beach.
Watching my back, Stella’s expression was a bit complicated.
"Instructor, who is this guy?"
"Kenny Clark."
"The butcher of Miami?" the trainee scread, "My god, aren’t we arresting him?"
Stella shook her head, "No, we have no evidence, maybe."
"Maybe what?" the trainee curiously looked at her instructor. Stella seed quite familiar with him.
"Maybe he’s a hero!"
"A hero?"
"Yes." Stella looked at my back, "An unconventional hero walking in darkness."
Am I a hero?
I never thought so, I just have my own principles.
I’m a bad guy, but I’m still kind.
Arriving at the agreed drink shop, the beach and the sea weren’t far away.
Three girls were sitting by the wooden table—Anna in a tank top and jeans, Jesse in yoga pants and a knit short sleeve, and another Asian girl I hadn’t t.
She had long black hair, crying at the mont.
Anna hugged her shoulders to comfort her, "It’s okay, don’t cry, it’ll be resolved. If you need money, I can lend it to you."
"Those guys are just a bunch of wild dogs, they’ll eat you down to the bone, call the police."
Jesse said angrily.
"I can’t call the police," the Asian girl cried, "I did borrow money. It’s an economic dispute, they’ll find my father and mother, I don’t want to cause them trouble, I beg you, Anna, help please."
"Did you sign a loan contract?" Anna held a contract, her sweet face showing anger. "Do you know there are many traps here, the interest is very high, you borrowed ten thousand dollars, now you need to repay thirty thousand. Thirty thousand dollars, it’s not sothing you can afford."
Thirty thousand dollars is a huge amount of money for a kid.
"What should I do? They’ll take away, take back to Seoul, and I’ll have to work for them," the girl cried.
Jesse comforted her, "We will find a way."
"What way? She’ll be taken back to South Korea, beco a girl at a club or a venue, sell her body, the principal and interest will keep increasing, as long as there are excuses, adding living expenses, she’ll spend a lifeti as a money-making tool for them, until the day she dies."
"Kenny?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)