MTL - I’m Not Shouldering This Blame-Chapter 122 twists and turns

The bullet hit the wall and the smoke filled the entire block.

Johnson shrinks behind a refrigerator, the teenager's face is covered with black and gray stains, and he wears very outdated clothes - a pink jacket with a woolen skirt and a hair clip on his head.

He closed his eyes and breathed in a hurry, looking as if he was scared and his body shivered.

The gunshots stopped, and Johnson shrank there, and the skirt came out from the back of the fridge.

The sound of the leather boots on the rubble was getting closer and closer to this side. Suddenly the refrigerator that Johnson leaned on flew up and he fell to the ground with a wolf, screaming in fear.

"Ah, hey, what I found, a little wild cat."

Johnson's reddish-brown hair was left long, because the whole person was very thin because of malnutrition, and then covered part of the cheek with his hair, so that the face was only the size of the palm, the wolf was stained with dust, the blue eyes were wet, Full of fear.

A rough big hand squeezed the shoulder of "her" and lifted Johnson up.

He struggled like a girl, kicked, and reached out to try to scratch.

A gun withstood his chest, the other side maliciously used a hot muzzle, through the clothes to smash the "girl" slightly curved chest, the soft depression effect is very satisfied with the mob.

"Little wild cat, very scared! Want to scream and shout your parents, your driver, your bodyguard?"

Johnson's clothes are now famous. He also put on a small platinum brooch and a string of pearl necklaces. Now the brooch is rude and the clothes are broken.

A close-up of Johnson saw the face of the gunman's bald head.

Some familiar, seen on TV, wanted...

It was discovered that the "girl" recognized herself, and the mob was more excited. He licked his lips and imagined the little girl in her hand mourning and screaming.

"You guys who grew up sitting in the US dollar, drinking red wine, driving a sports car, going out to hook up a woman to seduce men in their teens, your parents have money, no matter what mistakes you can make, you can take them. Everyone else is junk... Little wild cat, you will soon become a junk toy!"

Johnson was pale, and he was dragged his neck and dragged out all the way.

Lying on the side of the road, the dead body was shot and there was a scream of screams coming from the ruins.

The wanted criminals whistled and brought the "trophy" to the intersection. There are dozens of heavily armed abilities, men and women, ankle boots and a submachine gun.

"Whoever let you bring people out, kill."

"Play and kill." The mob touched Johnson's chest with his hand and bargained with his companion.

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

It was a woman who spoke. She was very angry and looked at Johnson with a look of her eyes.

"Girl" humiliated under the palm of the thug, the sobbing of fear, looks very pitiful.

There are many people interested in "her", and a man even whispers.

"The little wild cat can't wait until the business is done."

There is a hint of ridicule in the eyes of women: these people do not know what the s-level abilities mean, but they are all desperate people who can buy drugs and gold anyway.

The woman gestured and someone immediately pulled a person from the back of the car and tied it with a rope.

"Is the sniper ready?"

"Yes, all in place."

"What about anesthesia bombs?"

"Enough for an elephant to fall asleep, if our savior can't hold back the effect, even if he is unlucky!"

The hostage was dragged to the front, and several guns pointed at his key points. His mouth was blocked by a dirty towel, and there were traces of abuse on his limbs. His pupils were scattered and his lips were black.

"How much did you want to kill someone?"

"It was originally an addictive amount. Who knows that our big star didn't even have marijuana? After the injection of the new purifying agent, the body reacted so much..."

"Okay! We have to control the target for a long time. If he dies too early, we should not live. The news of the s-level abilities is bought by our boss from the holy door organization. It is worth a lot. Mr. Little Morenza, must live to return to the real world, and we can extort enough benefits from Wolf Morensa."

"No, Federico Morenza can't leave alive. You guys ran to the United States. When you kill someone, you run. Wolff's old wolf is not so good! Offended the godfather, we are across the East Coast. Can't mix!"

The mob on the shoulder of Johnson also roared and opposed: "Because this is abandoning the world, we will promise this business, otherwise you will give me tens of thousands of dollars, and I will not find Mr. Moransa's nephew!"

In the face of guilt, the woman holds her arm and dismissively said: "Wolf Morenza is just an ordinary person. He has no power. We have a powerful power. It is God's chosen person. You are still afraid of an old age. The godfather who should give way?"

"**, do you know how many people are working for the Morensa family?" Someone sneered, "Why are you helping the Mexican corn borer, why should the Holy Gate organization sell the information to you because it does not want to offend Mr. Morensa? Even if people kill, you have to shake it out. I can't buy arms anymore on the East Coast. All hotel resorts and even motel waiters will receive my overnight photos, can't enter the black market, can't enter the casino, and the street prostitutes. I will betray me! I can still hang around in fbi, and Wolf Morensa wants to kill, only to escape to the western farm!"

"You can leave the United States." The woman said coldly.

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

One side is thinking about giving a little lesson to this group of Mexican drug dealers. The other side sneers and wants to control Johnson Brown. The young man’s anger always vents, let the group of people go to see God.

The woman retired to the rear and took the hostage and immediately picked up the horn and shouted at the ruined neighborhood.

Teenage boys, first threatening and tempting, and then use the hostage to scare a few words, basically enough.

The information bought from the St. Men’s organization is that Federico Morenza has taken over the homeless savior boy, the aura of the king superstar, it is easy for the teenager to worship, plus Federico has money, even if dropped into abandoned The world also had his uncle's men to help him and help him hide.

- However, not everyone is loyal to Mr. Morensa, even if it is very loyal, half a month after the abandonment of the world, the inventory of those addicts is gone, nowhere to buy, in the face of drugs, they do not hesitate to sell Federico.

Federek, who went out looking for food, was late, and the savior boy must be in a hurry.

The woman’s face just showed a smile, and suddenly felt a cold back.

Wind.

The black whirlwind blows everyone down, the submachine gun bullets shoot, and people can't even open their eyes.

The wind formed a circle of shields around Federek, and the bullets that were shot were all offset, so that the precise control of close range, before the reaction of everyone, Johnson ran over and put Federek's arm on his shoulder. .

After using wind power to help reduce part of the weight, Johnson turned his head. He hesitated for less than ten seconds. He finally waved his hand and dropped several lightning bolts behind the wind circle.

The metal barrel is conductive, and there is a scream and an irritating smell in the wind.

Johnson has run away with people.

The wind wiped the black ash off his face. Johnson had a tight face and he was still a little trembling, but his expression was firm.

The wind passed the subtle sounds in the distance to him. Johnson heard the woman screaming anger and smugly, warning him that Federico Morenza had a drug addiction two hours later. This new drug is only theirs. Only in hand.

Johnson didn't return.

Years of hardships have taught Johnson to know that once they succumb to those drug dealers, casinos, and other intimidators, they only fall into the darker abyss and can no longer escape.

There is a gambler uncle, Johnson, many people try to trick him into stealing and robbery. Many boys like him have embarked on this road. In the end, these boys went to jail, and after the adults with the money were eaten and drunk, they went to find the next poor child.

Throwing the mob far behind and confirming the safety around him, Johnson chose a basement.

Federico didn't shoot. His injury only looked serious. It was a baseball bat or other hard object. Johnson had the experience of taking care of the gambler's uncle. He quickly handled the injuries, but what about the drugs? ......

Johnson was restless.

Of course, he knows that people who use drugs can't see anything except drugs.

From the dialogue of the mob, Johnson heard everything because of himself, doubts in the heart of the young, he began to suspect that the female teacher Katie and lawyer Charlie, but Mr. Morenza...

At this time, Federico woke up. He instinctively wanted to stand up. After seeing Johnson's horrified face and the surrounding environment, he slowly lay down. His headache was splitting and his stomach was twitching. His coma was just that the mind could not control the body. Federico knew what happened after he was attacked.

"Go away."

"Mr. Morenza..."

"Remember my words, your name is Hulakan, your future involves the fate of many people." Federek tried his best to make his voice clearer. He used the simplest sentence to make the world a book. The protagonist Johnson Brown will describe the things he has encountered.

He does not evaluate Johnson's life in the original book, nor does he evaluate the choice of the Savior. There is nothing you should not believe in anyone's suggestions in the future.

"This is what you should know."

After insisting on these words, Federico’s eyes were black. He urged Johnson to leave and warned him: “The new drug illusion is more obvious, I will become me, see what are monsters, you are leaving! ”

Johnson was lost by the pupil of his focal length, and his stern expression shook.

Outside the basement, a group of monsters attracted by high-level abilities were gathered.

When Johnson heard the roar and turned and ran out, Federico breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the cold, damp floor and felt as if he had returned to the front.

A dilapidated house, seriously ill, a singer who only creates but the scorpion is not ideal. He is stationed in a small bar, and he is born orphaned. He can't find a way out and is destitute.

The first time he heard a question that could be traversed in his dreams, although he couldn’t eat too much, he still had hope, and he had a healthy body. He felt that it was absurd to go through the book of Abandoner. One year, that voice did not appear again.

After he suffered from illness and robbed him of his music, he began to hold a national tour concert. When he was about to die, he heard the voice again. It was a consciousness. In order to survive, he hesitated and agreed.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself a seven-year-old boy. I had a shot in my body and I was covered in blood. The man who was holding the child crying looked at him with surprise. When he couldn’t say anything, he was too angry and fainted...

Wolf's enemies, the guns retaliated against his family, only one life, Wolfe Morenza's nephew.

No, his nephew has long since died.

How similar, it is also a basement.

Federico didn't understand why he was born again in the boy's body. The fatal wound quickly healed. The boy's uncle was too heavy for him to be photographed for more than a month.

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

Wolf's nephew died. He was just a replacement for the body. In the years when Wolfe made his mark, Federek asked him everything, only responsible for taking the food home.

Later, he left Wolf Morensa early, because no matter who he is, he will not be happy to see a stealer. Now the life of stealing will end.

The whole body seems to have the pain of the worms crawling, letting Federico know that the drug addiction has occurred.

He twisted and rolled, making a terrible scream, scratching the nails on the ground and hitting the wall with his head. This is a struggle of willpower, the pain of dying. He has forgotten for twenty years, and now it is like a flood.

Coma, wake up, and coma, repeated.

When Federek was conscious again, he felt that someone was feeding him to drink water and found that he opened his eyes. The teenager was shocked. He went out a few meters like a cat and hid him in the corner, as if he was afraid of him going crazy again.

"..."

Didn't you actually leave?

Federek pulled his mouth and Johnson approached him cautiously. "Mr. Morensa, are you awake?"

"Those people?" In just three words, Federek said it was very difficult.

Johnson was cramped and almost buried his head in his chest: "Dead... dead."

"you?"

Johnson nodded in confusion, and those people followed the traces of the monsters. He couldn’t leave with Federico, and he dared not take the monster away, leaving Federek alone.

Federico is a little lost, and the abandonment of the world is so dangerous. The protagonist Johnson will one day become the one who has the name of the hurricane thunderstorm. Of course, it is inevitable to kill, but knowing that it is a complete matter with the eyes.

"I, my next time..."

"Good boy, you are very smart." Federico remembers the clothes that Johnson used to save himself.

He had been eager to get a compliment from the orphans, but he never had it. His blood-stained palms touched the dusty faces of the teenager, and Federek sighed in his heart.

Johnson seemed to be happy, and he ran to the side and took a white bra to see Federico.

"I saw this magical gathering on the TV shopping that Katie watched. The model is a man. After wearing a bust, there is a store in the neighborhood. It took me ten minutes to figure out how to wear it. Not found."

"..."