I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 122 twists and turns

Bullets hit the wall, and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire block.

Johnson huddled behind a refrigerator. The teenager's face was covered with black and gray stains. He was wearing very inappropriate clothes-pink coat and woolen skirt, and a hairpin on his head.

He closed his eyes, breathed rapidly, looked frightened, and trembled slightly.

The gunshots stopped, and Johnson was still huddled, the hem of his skirt poking out from behind the refrigerator.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the rubble was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the refrigerator 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 stray cat."

Johnson's reddish-brown hair was grown to the length of his ears, and he was very thin because of malnutrition. He then covered part of his cheeks with his hair, making his face only the size of a palm. It was covered with dust in a mess, and his blue eyes were wet. full of fear.

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

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

A gun pressed against his chest, and the other party maliciously rubbed the slightly curvy chest of the "girl" through the clothes with the steaming muzzle of the gun. The soft concave effect satisfied the thugs very much.

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

Johnson is now wearing designer clothes, and he also put on a small platinum brooch and a string of pearl necklaces for himself. Now the brooch has been roughly pulled off, and the clothes have a small tear.

At close range, Johnson saw the hideous face of the gunman with a bald head and beard.

It looks familiar, I have seen it on TV, the arrest warrant...

The thug was even more excited when he found that the "girl" had recognized him. He licked his lips, imagining what it would be like to make the little girl in his hand howl and scream.

"You guys who grew up sitting in piles of dollars, drinking red wine, driving sports cars, going out to seduce women and seduce men in your teens, your parents are rich, no matter what mistakes you make, they can help you, Everyone else is garbage...Little wild cat, you will soon become a carnival toy for the garbage!"

Johnson's face was pale, and he was strangled and dragged all the way out.

On the side of the road lay dead corpses, and there were constant screams from the ruins.

The wanted criminal whistled and brought the "trophy" to the intersection. There were dozens of fully armed supernatural beings, both men and women, wearing combat boots and holding submachine guns.

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

"Kill if you play." The thug touched Johnson's chest with his hands, bargaining with his companions.

"You have to figure out what we're doing, an S-level power user is hiding in this block..."

It was a woman who was speaking, and she was angry, and she looked at Johnson with a scrutiny.

The "maiden" looked pitiful as she let out humiliating, terrified sobs at the hands of the mob.

There were plenty of people interested in "her" and one guy even whistled.

"It's almost time to finish the business, the little wild cat can't wait."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's eyes: These people don't know what S-level powers mean, but it's okay, anyway, they are all desperadoes who can be bought with drugs and gold.

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

"Are the snipers ready?"

"Yes, everything is in place."

"What about the narcotic bomb?"

"It's enough to make an elephant fall asleep. If our savior can't sustain the drug effect and die suddenly, let him be unlucky!"

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

"How much injection, do you want to kill people?"

"Originally, it was an addictive amount. Who knew that our big star had never even drunk marijuana. After injecting the new purification agent, his body reacted so strongly..."

"Okay! We want to control the target for a long time. If he dies too early, we will all die. The news of the S-level supernatural being was bought by our boss from the Holy Gate organization. It is very valuable. This Little Mr. Morensa, we must return to the real world alive, so that we can blackmail enough benefits from Wolfe Morensa."

"No, Federico Morenza can't leave alive. You guys come to the United States, kill people and run away. Wolfe's old wolf is not easy to mess with! Offended the godfather, we are in the whole East The coast can't get mixed up!"

The thugs who grabbed Johnson's shoulders also roared and objected: "We agreed to this business because this is an abandoned world. Otherwise, if you give me tens of thousands of dollars more, I won't trouble Mr. Morenza's nephew!"

Facing the internal strife, the woman crossed her arms and said disdainfully: "Wolf Morensa is just an ordinary person. He has not obtained supernatural powers. We already have great power and are chosen by God. You are still afraid of a The old godfather who should step aside?"

"Shit, do you know how many people work for the Morenza family?" Someone sarcastically said, "You bunch of Mexican corn guys, why would the Holy Door organization sell you information, because it doesn't want to offend Mr. Morenza! It’s okay to kill people. You still have to shake it out. I can no longer buy arms on the east coast. All hotel resorts and even motel waiters will receive my wanted photos. I can’t enter the black market, I can’t enter the casino, and the prostitutes on the street will Betray me! I can still dawdle with the FBI, and the only way for Wolfe Morenza to kill is to escape to the West Farm!"

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

Faced with a large number of guns, people like Baldhead kept their mouths shut.

One party viciously wanted to teach the group of Mexican drug dealers a lesson, while the other party sneered and wanted to control Johnson Brown. The teenager's anger always wanted to vent, so let these guys go to God.

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

For a teenage boy, it is basically enough to intimidate and lure him first, and then use hostages to scare him a few words.

The information bought from the Holy Gate organization is that Federico Morenza has taken in the homeless savior boy. Abandoned World also has his uncle's men to help him and help him hide.

——However, not everyone is loyal to Mr. Morenza. Even if they are loyal, half a month after the abandonment of the world, those drug addicts have no stock and nowhere to buy. In the face of drugs, they sold them without hesitation. Federico.

Federico, who went out to look for food, has not returned for a long time. The savior boy must be in a hurry.

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

wind.

The black whirlwind blew everyone up and down, submachine gun bullets shot indiscriminately, and people couldn't even open their eyes.

The wind formed a circle of shields around Federico, and all the bullets fired were deflected. With such close-range and precise control, Johnson ran over and put Federik's arm on his shoulder before everyone could react. .

After using the wind ability 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 lightning bolts fell from the wind circle behind him.

The metal gun barrel conducts electricity, and there are screams and anxious smells in the wind.

Johnson has already run away with people.

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

The wind could carry the subtle voices in the distance to his ears, and Johnson heard the woman shouting angrily and triumphantly, warning him that Federico Morenza would be addicted to drugs in two hours, and this new drug was only available They have what they have.

Johnson didn't look back.

Years of hard experience let Johnson know that once he succumbs to those drug dealers, casino people and other coercants, he can only fall into a darker abyss and can no longer escape.

Johnson, who had an uncle who was a gambler, had many people trying to trick him into stealing and robbing.A lot of boys of his origins went down that road, and those boys ended up in jail, and the adults with the stolen money ate and drank and went on to the next poor kid.

Leaving the mob far behind and making sure the surroundings were safe, Johnson chose a basement.

Federico was not shot, his injuries only looked serious, hit by a baseball bat or other hard objects, Johnson has experience in taking care of uncle gamblers, he took care of those injuries quickly, but what about drugs ...

Johnson fidgeted.

Of course he knew that drug addicts couldn't see anything but drugs.

From the thug's conversation, Johnson heard that everything was because of himself, and doubts grew in the boy's heart. He began to suspect the female teacher Katie and the lawyer Charlie, but Mr. Morensa...

At this time Federico woke up. He instinctively wanted to get up on the ground. After seeing Johnson's frightened face and the surrounding environment, he slowly lay down again. He had a splitting headache and his stomach twitched. His coma was just that his consciousness could not control his body. , Federico knew what happened to him after he was attacked.

"Come on."

"Mr. Morenza..."

"Remember my words, your name is Huracan, your future involves the fate of many people." Federico tried his best to make his voice clearer. He used the simplest sentence to describe this world as a book, The things that the protagonist Johnson Brown will encounter are described again.

He did not comment on Johnson's life in the original book, nor did he comment on the choice of the savior, nor did he suggest that you should not trust anyone in the future.

"That's what you should know."

After struggling to say these words, Federico’s eyes darkened, and he urged Johnson to leave, warning him: “The hallucinogenic effect of the new drug is more obvious, I will become not me, everything looks like a monster, you leave quickly! "

Johnson was trembling with fear from his out-of-focus pupils and stern expression.

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

Johnson heard the roar, turned around and ran outside, Federico heaved a sigh of relief, lying on the cold and wet floor, he suddenly felt as if he had returned to before time travel.

Dilapidated house, seriously ill, a singer who can only compose but has an unsatisfactory voice, stays in a small bar, was born as an orphan, can't find a way out, and is destitute.

The first time he heard the question that he could travel through time in a dream, although he could hardly eat, he still had hope and had a healthy body. He thought it was absurd to time travel into the book "The Abandoned", For a year, that voice never appeared again.

When he was suffering from illness, the person who snatched his score started to tour the United States. When he was about to die, he heard that voice again. It was a consciousness. In order to be able to live, he hesitated and then agreed.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had turned into a seven-year-old boy. He had been shot in the body and was covered in blood. The man who was holding the child and crying looked at him in surprise. Before he could say anything, he passed out because of the serious injury...

Wolfe's enemy, shot and killed his family, only one survived, Wolfe Morensa's nephew.

No, his nephew was long dead, too.

How similar, that is 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 the serious injury.

A real child, of course, cannot take care of the wounded and beg for relief.

Wolfe's nephew died, and he was just a person who lived in place of this body. During the years of Wolfe's prosperity, Federico didn't ask him about everything, and was only responsible for bringing food home.

Later, he even left Wolfe Morenza early, because no matter who he was, he would not be happy to see a stealer, and now this life of stealing will come to an end.

It was as if insects were gnawing and crawling all over his body, which let Federico know that the drug addiction had begun.

He writhed and writhed, screaming horribly, scratching the ground with his nails curling, and banging his head against the wall.It was a battle of willpower, a near-death pain he had forgotten for 20 years, and now swept up like a tidal wave.

coma, wake up from pain, coma again, over and over again.

When Federico became conscious again, he felt someone feeding him water, and when he opened his eyes, the teenager was startled, and ran out several meters like a cat, hiding in a corner and watching him quietly, as if he was afraid that he would go crazy again.

"..."

Didn't you leave?

Federico twitched the corners of his mouth, and Johnson approached him cautiously, with a pleasant expression on his face: "Mr. Morensa, are you awake?"

"Those people?" Federico struggled to speak just three words.

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

"you?"

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

Federico was a little distracted. Abandoning the world is so dangerous. The protagonist Johnson will one day become the man with the name of the god of hurricanes and thunderstorms. Of course, he will inevitably kill people, but knowing it and seeing it with his own eyes are completely different.

"I, next time..."

"Good boy, you're smart." Federik remembered the clothes Johnson was wearing when he came to rescue him.

Born as an orphan, he once longed for praise and approval, but never once, his bloodstained palm touched the boy's dusty face, Federico sighed inwardly.

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

"I saw this thing called the magic gather on the infomercial Katie was watching, the model was a man with an A in the bust, there was a store down the block, it took me 10 minutes to figure out how to wear it, and sure enough Not found."

"..."