Dante's Marvel Journey

Chapter 79 Old Rickon's Past
After the school experienced the "forced demolition" by Dante and the Succubus Queen, the teaching building was completely destroyed, and the other buildings were also in dire straits.

Therefore, the school was closed, and Dante and others moved out temporarily.

A week after the school was "demolished", Dante found old Rickon who was praying in the ruins of the school. Looking at the old Rickon's back, Dante said with a little guilt: "Old Rickon, how do you feel?" gone?"

Old Rickon stopped praying, turned to look at Dante, and sighed: "Oh, maybe this is the Lord's test for me, you don't have to feel guilty. I'm just worried that the school is gone, what will those children do during this time .”

Old Rickon stepped forward and patted Dante on the shoulder, then said, "Dante, let me tell you a story."

"A story about what?"

Old Rickon laughed, "A story about a bastard."

"It's really rare, you can still swear, let me guess, this bastard is you, right?"

Old Rickon laughed, "Yes, I used to be a jerk.

I was also born in Hell's Kitchen, my mother was a prostitute, and my father was a delivery man who delivered laundry detergent.

And I, like most of the people here, joined a gang when I was a teenager and followed my so-called big brother all day long.One day, my elder brother said to me in front of many people: Rickon, I have always been very optimistic about you, you can achieve great things, do you want me to take you to meet our Boos, if you can get his appreciation , when the time comes, the beauty of money, you can have whatever you want. "

"How old were you at the time, you believed such nonsense."

"I was 16 years old, I really believed his nonsense, and then he told me that before taking me to meet our Boos, I'd better do one thing alone, and then he would help me mention it in front of Boos, I was more appreciated by Boos. After he finished speaking, he gave me a Magnum pistol, which was the first time I held a gun, and I was very excited at the time."

Old Rickon paused when he said this, and after coming here for a while, he continued with a hoarse voice: "My elder brother told me that a priest came to Hell's Kitchen not long ago, and he came here to preach. When he said this, everyone Everyone laughed, including me. He went on to say that this priest is from outside and definitely has at least 50 dollars on him, and it is too wasteful to leave this 50 dollars to such a fool. Since this stupid priest If we brought it here, wouldn’t we be sorry for ourselves if we didn’t take it. After he finished speaking, we laughed unscrupulously again, as if, for us at that time, this kind of thing was a matter of course.”

"Then, did you go?"

"Yes, because in Hell's Kitchen, for a 16-year-old minor, robbing or even murdering is at best being caught in a juvenile detention center, and then he can come out soon. After he comes out, he can even talk to many people. Bragging about your experiences and enjoying their admiring looks. That was the thinking of many teenagers in Hell's Kitchen at the time, and it is still circulating in Hell's Kitchen today."

Old Rickon closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then, my elder brother took me to the place where the priest lived, a dilapidated apartment. He stood at the door of the apartment and said, "Rickon, go, I'll go I will meet you here, you will be successful, right? This is my answer: Of course! Then I knocked on the door of the priest, pointed the Magnum pistol in my hand at his head, and asked him to pay the money Come out. The priest said: Son, you don’t have to do this. Impatiently, I knocked out his front teeth with the butt of a gun, and said, “Hurry up, you idiot, if you talk nonsense, I’ll cut a hole in your forehead for you.”

There was another silence, and Dante said when he saw this, "If you really can't continue talking, then don't. I can guess the general ending."

Old Rickon sighed, and then said: "The priest turned around and rummaged for a long time, and handed me 7 dollars and a Bible. I stared at him angrily, smashed the Bible on his face, and then He gave him some more butts, and shouted: I know you have $50, are you kidding me? Quickly take them all out. He picked up the Bible, prayed with blood on his face, and told Me, that’s all he has left, and the rest is given to the homeless man. I shot in anger, and the bullet passed through the Bible and entered his body. One life, 7 dollars.”

Old Rickon paused again, and continued: "It didn't take long before I was caught in the juvenile detention center, where I met an old teacher who came to give lessons to us hopeless bastards. He came up to me privately and told me that the priest I killed was his adopted son, and I said, so what, you old man trying to avenge him? But he said, no, That was John's own choice. Obviously, he failed to save anyone. At that time, I just sneered a few times and ignored him. I didn't even remember the priest's name. Until later, I was alone My companion was also arrested, and he told me that my father was dead, and he went to my elder brother to argue, and my elder brother shot him dead with the same Magnum pistol that I shot the priest."

Old Rickon wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued: "At this time, the old teacher found me again and told me that this is the reason why his adopted son John wanted to save us. I punched him in the face angrily. Just like treating his adopted son, he knocked out his front teeth. After that, he never came to me again. When I went out, I found that my mother had disappeared and the house had been destroyed. Burned, I asked around what happened, someone told me that my mother died in an alley, and the body was dragged away until it stinks, but no one knows where her body was dragged away , my house was set on fire by my elder brother long after my father died, which also caused my mother to die in a corner where no one cares about. The most ridiculous thing is that my elder brother also died, It is said that it was because of robbery, but was shot dead, and also died in a corner where no one cares about."

Dante glanced at the old Rickon who was smiling wryly, and said, "You were really a jerk before. Then, how did you become a priest?"

"At that time, I was 24 years old. I didn't have any skills, and I couldn't even recognize English words. I could only wander on the streets of New York. At that time, I was very confused, just like you when I met you for the first time. It was the same as you at that time. I met a person, the old teacher, who took me in on the street. I asked him why, and he smiled and said: Maybe it’s because I am similar to John. I didn’t know it until then. I remembered the name of the priest who was killed by me, and I also got to know that John. He is indeed very similar to me, and it is almost the same as saying that I am a copy of him. He started to teach me how to read, and then I started to learn it seriously. It took In 3 years, I learned all the knowledge he taught me, and also learned many other things. Like his previous adopted son John, I also became a priest. Later, before he died, I asked him, do you I think what should I do to change Hell's Kitchen, so that there will be no more people like me in Hell's Kitchen. After thinking for a long time, he smiled and said: Maybe, knowledge. So, I returned to Hell's Kitchen, With the help of a few old friends, this school has been propped up."

"Don't worry, Stark has already said that he will help rebuild the school, as well as Sophia, the money is enough, and the students will come back soon." Dante looked at the ruins of the school and comforted Old Rickon .

"I know." Old Rickon smiled and asked, "Dante, do you think Hell's Kitchen can really be saved? I've been doing it for so long, am I doing useless work?"

Dante glanced at Old Rickon and said, "Who knows, if there are a few more people like you, maybe they can successfully change Hell's Kitchen."

Dante knew that the reason why Hell's Kitchen was chaotic and the crime rate so high boiled down to one word: poor.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the United States is huge. It is a country at the helm of capitalists. If you want to get rid of the word "poor" in Hell's Kitchen, it is probably useless if God comes.

In this matter, Dante is powerless. Even if he puts black wood and white ivory on the heads of Jin Bing and Mrs. Gao and asks them to distribute the money to ordinary people, it will not help, but will make Hell's Kitchen even more chaotic.

As for why, the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

Old Rickon smiled and said, "Yes, Hell's Kitchen will change, but I don't know if I can see the day when Hell's Kitchen changes before I die."

Dante shrugged and comforted: "Perhaps, it may have been changed by you."

　Originally this chapter was going to be published in the front, but I thought it would be on the shelves, 6000 words is too shabby, so I changed it with the previous chapter, I hope it will not affect your viewing experience.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)