Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 700 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light III

The sky in the Level I quarantine zone was low, with heavy clouds and raindrops hitting the dilapidated buildings, as if crying for this abandoned area.

The air was filled with a damp smell. Under the dilapidated awning, the accumulated water gathered into a shallow puddle, which swayed slightly and reflected the decorative lights of the broken floors not far away, forming a colorful stream of light.

The lights that were not extinguished appeared soft and dreamy through the filter of rain, rendering this already dead block like a flowing watercolor painting, hazy and with a hint of strange beauty.

On the street in the distance, a black car drove quietly, rain slid down the roof, and the headlights penetrated a blurred beam of light in the rain and fog.

The wheel hub of the car flashed with a silver metallic luster, and a slight sound of water was made when it rolled over the slippery road in the rain.

The car slowly stopped at the edge of the dilapidated quarantine area, and the rain slid down the car window, reflecting the faint light outside the window.

The appearance of the car is clean and simple, and the paint is shimmering under the rain curtain, as if it is integrated with this rainy world, low-key and solemn.

In the driver's seat, a young man tightly grasped the steering wheel.

His face was covered with freckles, and there was a pair of horse ears on his head, which trembled slightly as the car stopped.

He wore a simple and formal coat with a high collar and a silver badge on his left chest. The pattern of the badge was an abstract image of a horse ear and a human hand holding each other.

In the back seat, there was a slender woman.

Her uniform was well-cut, outlining a fit and capable line, her eyes were deep, showing a cold dark blue, and her eyes revealed determination and coldness.

Her golden hair was tied into a tight ponytail, revealing her neck line. If you look closely, you will find a faint blue sheen on her neck, as if it was embedded with a crystal-like texture, which is an early symptom of mineral disease.

She said nothing, her face was firm, and her eyes looked through the car window at this quarantine area full of barrenness and despair.

In the awning, Lina and her friends' horse ears suddenly stood up, like frightened little beasts.

They heard the engine sound of the vehicle.

A moment of alertness made them all stop and look into the distance.

The sound of rain sounded softly in their ears, and the children's eyes passed through the rain curtain, and the sound of the vehicle in the distance gradually became clear.

A black car slowly drove into sight, and the rain hit the car window, blurring its outline, but it was familiar enough for these children.

Their eyes gradually changed from the initial vigilance and fear to excitement, like prey suddenly found a familiar protector.

"It's Ms. Sophia, the people from the Pseudo-Human Sports League are here!" One of Lina's friends shouted excitedly, with uncontrollable joy in his voice.

After the car stopped, Tom, the freckled young man who was driving, leaned out of the car window and said jokingly to the children:

"Big sister, it seems that we have found another group of little rascals who don't go home honestly after school."

There was some ridicule in his voice, and his eyes glanced at Lina hiding in the crowd, "Hey, the little girl from the Hart family is here too? I guess she secretly came to watch the horse racing game behind your father's back again? If he finds out, hey, little girl, you will be scolded."

Hearing Tom's words, Lina lowered her head shyly and clenched the cards in her hand tightly.

She looked a little guilty, but her eyes full of expectation were still staring at the projection of the horse racing girl played on the Zeppelin airship.

The door of the back seat was gently pushed open, and Sophia Williams walked down.

Her tall figure looked particularly upright in the rain, and her stern face softened a little at this moment. When she looked at the children, she was as warm as a big sister next door.

"Just wait here."

She carried the gun box with the folding gun on her back, walked steadily, and said to Tom briefly:

"This time I will personally talk to the people of the Workers' Union about what happened today."

The freckled young man Tom frowned slightly and asked worriedly:

"Are you sure you are alone? The four rangers under the fat-headed big-eared pig and the people of the Liberation Hoofbeats..."

Before he finished speaking, Sofia had already picked up a black umbrella from the car. After opening the umbrella, she said calmly:

"The Neutral Union has informed me that the hounds of the Cultural Committee have evacuated the quarantine area, and today's blockade has been lifted, so you don't have to worry about this. As for the liberation of hoofbeats... If Mikhail Garcia wants to kill me, he will come here to do it himself."

Sofia's tone was calm and a little confident, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

She smiled and added in a relaxed tone:

"In fact, I hope to see him again - to see with my own eyes what kind of monster our former colleagues and current enemies have become."

After that, she walked towards the children in the rain, her smile under the umbrella warm and firm, like a harbor in the storm.

When the children saw Sofia approaching, they immediately swarmed up and shouted her name excitedly.

"Ms. Sofia, what delicious food did you bring this time?"

"I heard that you brought a lot of candy last time. Did you bring it to us today?"

"Do you have any new stories to tell us?"

"Where are the clothes you promised to bring us last time? That beautiful coat!"

Each child's words were filled with childish excitement and dependence, and their eyes shone with unreserved trust in Sophia.

With a warm smile on her face, Sophia responded to each child's questions one by one.

"Candies have been delivered to the supply area. Today there are not only candies, but also some new clothes and books."

"We'll tell the story next time. Your mission today is to go home for dinner. Hurry up and don't get caught in the rain outside."

She smiled and patted a few naughty children on the head. Her tone was soft but showed tender care:

"Hurry to the supply area and go home as soon as you get the things. Don't let your family worry. Remember?"

"Remember, ma'am!" the children responded in unison, waving their umbrellas happily, jumping towards the supply area, and gradually disappeared into the rain.

Sofia watched them until the last child left.

Her smile faded slightly, and then she turned her head and focused her eyes on Lina, who was standing aside a little shyly, holding the card.

"You are still such a ghost." Sofia smiled, stretched out her index finger and lightly poked Lina's forehead, and joked, "You are silent because you know that I am going to find your father and want me to give you something." You cover, right?"

Lina, who had seen through her thoughts, smiled sheepishly, then naturally took Sophia's hand, looked up at her, and said as if to change the subject:

"When you come here this time, you must be talking to dad about commonplace things like suppressants, district promotion, employment, or horse racing girls, right? You guys always argue for a long time, and I can memorize your conversations."

After hearing this, Sophia couldn't help laughing, with a bit of endearment in her eyes:

"This time is different from before."

She lowered her head slightly, with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes, and her voice became slightly deeper.

Lina raised her head, looked up at Sophia's cheek, and noticed that the other party showed a rare complex expression that she had never seen before - mixed with worry, calmness, and a bit of secret nervousness.

This expression made Lina a little uneasy, and she couldn't help but ask:

"What's the difference?"

Sofia patted the back of Lina's hand gently, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and then she whispered:

“The new borough of Manhattan is going to change.”

This sentence seemed particularly heavy in the silence of the rain, bringing with it some indescribable premonition.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the fine raindrops hit the awning diagonally like silk threads, making a slight knocking sound. There is a moist atmosphere in the air, and the streets are slightly shiny under the wash of rain.

"change of weather?"

Lina tilted her head, with confusion and confusion in her tone. She didn't fully understand what Sophia said.

Sophia Williams looked down at the little girl in her hand. After a moment of silence, a complicated expression appeared on her face.

She raised her head and looked at the distant sky, where the projection of the horse racing on the Zeppelin was still flashing, but it seemed so distant and unfamiliar.

Her expression gradually became solemn, as if the storm in front of her brought an uneasy future.

She lowered her head again, gently held Lina's hand, and said in a firm but gentle tone:

"Lina, you only need to know one thing - no matter what happens, no matter how the day changes, the Pseudoman Movement Alliance and I will stand in front of you and protect you."

"No one can hurt you."

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at the gun box behind her. The weapon decorated with runes and crystals lay quietly inside.

She clenched her hands slowly, then raised her head, her eyes were as firm as iron, and she said solemnly:

“I promise you this in the name of ‘Morning Light’.”

After saying that, Sophia raised the umbrella above her head, looked down at Lina slightly, her eyes softened a little.

Lina was still a little confused, but she felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

Ms. Sophia always gives people a very handsome feeling now, well... even more handsome than Miss Alicia of "Silver Moon Hoof" during the competition!

The little girl thought in her heart.

Sofia didn't say anything more, she just held Lina's little hand tightly and turned around and walked into the rain curtain.

Their figures gradually blurred in the rain.

Under the umbrella.

Their figures slowly merged into the spreading rain and mist.

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04:25 PM. Weather/light rain

Manhattan New Area·JH District.

This area is close to the port, and its name sounds like a peaceful and peaceful place, but it is actually a desolate area on the edge of the city.

Far away from the bustling and political center of Manhattan, this place is considered one of the isolation places for "infected people".

The headquarters of the Neutrality Federation is located in this remote corner. There are no high-rise buildings around the building, only some low and dilapidated warehouses and factory buildings.

Several deserted streets extend to the port, and the wheels of trucks passing by occasionally grind over the water-logged roads, making bursts of harsh sounds.

The Neutral Federation is one of the few civil organizations among the infected.

It maintains a nominal cooperative relationship with the federal government, but it is also deliberately marginalized because of the identity of these "wonderful hoof disease" infected people.

Although JH District sounds like a peaceful place, in fact, it is an isolation zone deliberately arranged by federal politicians to isolate infected people from the center of Manhattan and away from political circles and public sight.

Although the infected have officially recognized identities on the surface, there is still obvious discrimination and injustice behind them.

Despite this, the appearance of this area has quietly changed in recent months.

The new world's high-speed construction trend has swept in, and some creative and futuristic buildings have begun to appear here.

New buildings such as towering skyscrapers, glass-covered squares, mechanical sculptures, and biomechanical laboratories have embellished this originally quiet and desolate area with a brand new look.

These unique buildings form a sharp contrast with the old factory warehouses, bringing a sense of disharmony in time.

These new buildings have attracted the attention of more and more investors and developers, and some powerful guys in the federal government have begun to have crooked ideas.

Although they have never explicitly expressed their support for the rights of the infected, the development potential of this land has made them salivate.

The place that was originally regarded as an abandoned place has now become a new hunting ground for capital operations.

In front of the headquarters of the Infected Neutral Federation, several new buildings in the high-speed style form a sharp contrast with the old buildings of the Federation.

The headquarters of the Federation is an old building eroded by time, and the mottled marks on the outer wall are vaguely visible.

The sign at the door swayed in the wind, engraved with the words "Infected Neutral Federation". Although the handwriting is clear, it reveals a sense of isolation and helplessness.

Inside the Federation, the atmosphere is equally dull and tense. Although they have joined the government system in name, they have never been able to truly integrate into the mainstream political circle.

Many infected people are still forced to live on the margins of society and cannot get the respect and rights they deserve.

The current situation is becoming more and more complicated, and the federal government's coveting of this area makes the members of the Federation more vigilant.

In the president's office of the Federation.

Fifty-two-year-old Selina Lockhart sat behind her simple and tidy desk, with a cold and solemn look.

President Selina's appearance is different from others, and her typical horse features are particularly obvious: her horse ears stick out from her silver-gray hair, and her tail is elegantly ponytailed; although she looks nearly fifty years old, her figure still retains the unique strength and agility of people infected with odd-toed hooves, especially her leg muscles, which appear tough and strong after years of training.

The old president is an acquired infection of benign odd-toed hooves, which gives her stronger endurance than ordinary people, but also becomes a sign that she is incompatible with society.

In front of her, there are several documents marked with the word "top secret". The thick stack of papers looks extremely heavy, and each one records chilling facts.

The handwriting on the documents is clear, and the texture of the paper is heavy, as if every second these words exist will become the fuse of a social unrest. Selina knows that once these reports are leaked, violent conflicts between infected people and humans will break out.

The numbers in the first report of the incident report pierced her heart, and a trace of grief and anger flashed in Selina's eyes.

In the indiscriminate attack in Zone G, the Level I quarantine zone for infected people, five people died, twenty people were seriously injured, and housing and infrastructure were destroyed. Witnesses described the "Rangers" of the Cultural Committee shooting innocent infected people with heavy weapons.

"Shut up forever", these cold lines lingered in Selina's mind, and she clenched her fists.

Houses were set on fire and residents lost their homes, which was undoubtedly a death sentence for the entire community.

Her eyes moved to another more disturbing report about multiple kidnappings and disappearances in the quarantine zone.

This horrific planned violence is not just a series of attacks, but also specifically targets those infected leaders and activists who dare to speak out and oppose government policies.

Aya - she remembered this name, the brave girl who protested the quarantine policy, and now there is no news.

Selina opened the third report, and the content also made her heart chill.

The equipment of the processing plant in the industrial zone of Zone E was looted, the workers were beaten, and the millions of losses brought the entire community to the brink of economic collapse.

The looting and destruction of the black market in Area C deprived the infected of their only way to obtain medical supplies and daily necessities.

The last report was like a cold needle piercing Selina's heart.

Forced labor, extremely harsh conditions, many infected people were taken away and no news was heard. The existence of the "slave market" has become a dark reality that the infected cannot escape.

This is not the first time she has faced such a thing.

But every time, Selina knows that the living space of the infected is being eroded bit by bit.

And this time, the situation may be even more dangerous.

She closed her eyes, and her fingers accidentally grabbed a pen on the table. The tip of the pen gently poked on the table, and it seemed that she could hear the wood making a slight neigh.

Among the four social groups dominated by equine trotters, the Infected Neutral Federation has always been regarded as the most "cowardly".

They try to remain neutral between the infected and normal humans, do not want to be involved in any confrontation with extreme forces, and do not want to have a head-on conflict with the government.

Compared with other infected organizations, they are more willing to promote the integration of infected people into society through pragmatic cooperation. However, this neutral stance makes their position within the infected community particularly awkward.

The Pseudoman Movement Alliance, Liberation Hooves, the Infected Persons Neutral Federation, and the Infected Persons Workers Federation—these four organizations represent the four social groups of people infected with equine strange hoof disease.

Each group has its own goals.

Pseudoman Sports League.

This is a moderate organization that advocates equal rights for HIV-positive people and is committed to promoting social acceptance of HIV-positive people through legal means.

This organization is composed of a group of infected people with high aberration rate but good education and social status. They hope to fight for the equal rights of infected people in society through public dialogue, protests and legislative promotion.

The sound of liberating hooves.

It is a radical organization of infected persons that is extremely opposed to the Edici government and horse racing, and advocates fighting for the rights of infected persons through violent resistance and acts of destruction.

They believe that any peaceful means are futile and that only by attacking the core structures of government and society can the fate of the infected be truly changed.

PLHIV.

As the name suggests, this is an organization composed of workers, manual laborers and grassroots workers, mainly composed of infected people who are forced to do low-paying, dangerous or strenuous work inside and outside quarantine areas.

Their goal is to fight for the rights and interests of infected people in the working environment, as well as better wages and working conditions through strikes, protests, marches and other means.

Infected Neutral Federation.

A group that tries to maintain a neutral attitude between infected people and normal humans. They advocate avoiding confrontation with any extreme forces and do not want to directly conflict with the government.

They believe that through neutral stance and pragmatic cooperation, infected people can gradually integrate into society without resorting to violence or fierce resistance.

The four groups represent the four main social groups of people with [Perissophthia].

You should know that the infections caused by oddfoot disease are divided into many types, such as congenital and acquired, benign and malignant.

People with mild congenital abnormalities usually come from infected families, and their parents or ancestors are all infected. This infection is passed down within the family, and they have known since childhood that they are different from ordinary humans, so they have a firmer sense of their identity.

Sometimes, they have an extremely contradictory relationship with normal human society - the macro question of whether pseudo-human beings belong to the human group has been discussed countless times. Even the Kingdom of Heaven has different opinions on the pseudo-human group.

A group of people with acquired mild aberrations. These people were originally ordinary humans who became infected during sudden infection events.

They usually experience great psychological shock, their originally peaceful lives are broken by the infection, and their social relationships and careers are also affected.

People with mild acquired deformities often have a difficult time accepting their new identities.

They may deny or hide their aberrations at the beginning and try to return to their original lives, but social rejection forces them to eventually face reality.

Selina Lockhart, as the president of the Neutral Federation, is exactly such an acquired infection.

Her horse ears, pony tail, and strong leg muscles all indicate her deformity, but she still retains her inner self-identity as an ordinary human being.

Like her, many people in the Neutral Federation find it difficult to fully accept the fact that they are out of touch with society. Therefore, the "fragility" of this organization is particularly prominent.

In the eyes of other infected organizations, this moderation and cowardice of the Neutral Federation is a manifestation of "compromise", and has even been claimed as a "traitor" by the Liberation Hoof.

Moderates in the Puppet Movement Alliance are also dissatisfied with them, believing that the neutral federation does not have the courage to push for real change.

Even among the infected, many young members have gradually lost confidence in the federation and turned to groups that are more active in fighting, especially when they see the government doing nothing and other groups making little progress in their struggles.

These contradictions and pressures have made it extremely difficult for the leadership of the Neutral Federation.

They worked hard to maintain the neutrality of the group, but they clearly realized that the patience of the infected was running out, and their own original beliefs were beginning to falter.

External oppression and internal divisions have put the Neutral Federation into unprecedented difficulties.

Selena faces not only government suppression and social discrimination every day, but also doubts and opposition from infected people.

As president, she tries to maintain a balance between various interests, but such a balance is obviously becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

President Selina Lockhart sat in her office, the thick top-secret document in front of her like a cold stone, pressing on her heart.

Her fingers gently slid across the document cover, and an extremely cold feeling spread throughout her body along her fingertips, making her shiver.

These files contained countless horrific truths - the ravages of the Rangers, the disappearances in the community, and the plundering of the property of the infected, all of which were like sharp knives piercing her heart.

But even so, Selina once again made the familiar but painful decision-she must hide these secrets and deal with these problems before they explode.

[Stability must be greater than anything else! 】

She clutched the document tightly and felt her heart aching.

Whenever she made such a timid decision, the stinging feeling was like a cry from the depths of her conscience, reminding her that she was turning her back on something important.

However, there is no turning back from this road.

As the president of the Neutral Union, her duties are not only leadership, but also protection, to protect those infected groups who have no power to protect themselves.

And she believes that only through stability and compromise can the infected gradually integrate into this cruel society.

She repeatedly reminds herself in her heart: stability is above all else.

This is her philosophy, and it is also the belief that has supported her to this day.

She always tells herself that the turning point between the infected and human society is just around the corner.

And the key to all this has appeared-the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord of Hell's Kitchen.

She firmly believes that it is the great man who founded the Administration who can truly break this predicament and bring a new dawn.

The Administration founded by the angel has long been the key to breaking the deadlock in her heart.

It is not just a huge government agency, but a symbol, a bond that allows the infected to re-establish a relationship with normal humans.

Selina believes that all her efforts, all her compromises and forbearance are for the arrival of this moment.

The work she has done for the infected community, the uneasy conscience she has carried, and even those suffocating choices are all for waiting for the opportunity to intervene like the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven.

She has found a way for the infected to survive and be accepted in this hostile society.

And she believes that the Administration is that way.

Not only that, the horse race is also a breakthrough that she firmly believes in.

She has always believed that horse racing is not just a competition, it represents the communication and understanding between the infected and human society.

She watched the infected players fighting on the track, gradually eliminating the barriers between them and humans, and the society's perception of them was also subtly changing.

This is the result of Selina's long-term policy promotion (at least she really thinks so), and it is also her unremitting belief that the infected do not need to fight for their rights through violence, but to win the respect of society by showing their strength, perseverance and courage.

She is sure that all this is the result of her efforts.

Through the competition, the infected let humans realize that they are not just "aliens", but also an indispensable part of society.

Every game held is a proof of her years of endurance. The torment of conscience that kept her awake at night in the past now seems to be for this moment of victory.

"Everything I did was right."

Selena whispered softly, holding the heavy document tightly in her hand, as if it was the only force that supported her to this day.

Then, her eyes turned involuntarily to the screen on the wall, where a horse race was being played - [Silver Moon Hoof Alicia].

That was her "pride" all along.

Alicia, the name that once made her feel joy and pain in her heart.

Outsiders don't know that Selena's life is not the "success and tenacity" on the surface.

She had a short marriage with a normal human.

This marriage did not have much emotion, but was more out of political and interest considerations. The two of them understood each other tacitly and took what they needed.

The marriage ended quickly, leaving almost no trace worth remembering.

However, this marriage brought her a complicated "gift" - her daughter, Alicia.

A child infected with congenital odd-toed hoof disease.

She once felt pain, fear, and even hatred for Alicia, because she knew the world's attitude towards children like Alicia.

She was afraid that this child would become a huge obstacle in her career and life.

But as time went on, Alicia's existence became her biggest driving force.

So, she found a reason for her cowardice: she wanted to use all her efforts to change this society, to fight for a world where Alicia and all infected people could live more uprightly.

Selina's eyes gradually became dull, she was immersed in the game on the screen, and the sound of Silver Moon's hooves echoed throughout the office.

Alicia on the screen, like a silver lightning, ran hard on the track, showing her dazzling talent and will.

Selina looked at this scene, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart-it was the pride of a mother, and the pain brought by a secret that had never been made public.

"Ding ding ding~~~"

"Ding ding ding~~~"

"Ding ding ding~~~"

Just as she was immersed in this emotion, suddenly, a rapid dripping sound rang in the office.

Selina was slightly startled, her eyes slowly moved away from the screen, turned to the source of the sound, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Before she could react, a huge explosion suddenly tore through the silence.

"Boom!"

The shock wave of the explosion instantly engulfed her office, the windows and walls were shattered by the violent air waves, and the whole room was plunged into flames and black smoke.

Documents and tables and chairs flew everywhere, and the air was filled with thick smoke and the hot breath of flames.

When the staff outside finally rushed into the office engulfed by flames, they saw a shocking scene:

The desk had turned into a pile of burning ruins, and the whole room was filled with the smell of burning and broken debris. And in the wreckage, there lay a body that had been blown to pieces.

Selina Lockhart, the president of the Infected Neutral Federation who once insisted on "stability above all else".

Half of her body was blown to pieces, and the remaining limbs were scattered in the burning flames.

The screen in the office was still on, but the race on the track had nothing to do with this hellish scene.

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04:40 PM. Weather/heavy rain.

Away from the chaos after the Neutrality Federation explosion, a black Maybach drove quietly over the viaduct, the rain splashed by the wheels causing ripples around the car.

The Maybach decelerated quickly and slid into a hidden parking space. There were still water droplets on the car body from the high-speed driving, and it looked cold and solemn in the rain.

In the car, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat. His black hair was of medium length, tied back casually, a bit rough, and he had a tired but determined look on his face.

His eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of imperceptible sharpness.

He answered the phone, and after a few seconds of silence, he responded in a low voice:

"I see, you did a great job."

There was a hint of fatigue in his words, but also anger that could not be concealed.

He hung up the phone quickly, as if one more word would send him completely out of control.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a green-haired girl, scantily clad, with shiny nose and earrings, full of rebellious and unruly vibes.

She asked with a slightly teasing tone:

"It seems Selena is dead, what happens next? What do you plan to do next?"

The man did not turn to look at her, his eyes were still staring ahead.

The raindrops outside the car window hit the glass like bullets, and everything outside seemed to be isolated from the tense atmosphere inside the car.

The green-haired girl couldn't help but smile and continued to test: "Stop pretending, you know we can't stop. However, the adult in Hell's Kitchen has decided to--"

Before he finished speaking, Mikhail Garcia turned back sharply, his eyes showing almost uncontrollable anger and hatred, like a beast forced into a desperate situation.

"Do you know how Assis died?" His voice was low, but every word was as sharp as a blade, piercing people's hearts.

The green-haired girl was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

Assis, who is it?

She seemed unfamiliar with the name, but felt the strong emotion in his words.

Mikhail did not stop and continued speaking, with anger and pain that could not be concealed in his tone.

"Assis, he originally had everything - he was talented, outstanding, and even qualified as a lawyer in human society. He just wanted to use his abilities to prove that he was no different from the so-called 'normal' people."

"But those damn bastards don't think so."

His voice gradually became deeper, filled with suppressed anger and pain.

"They caught him and tortured him, not even for revenge, not for so-called justice - just to satisfy their morbid curiosity. Do you know what questions they asked?"

Mikhail sneered, a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

"They wanted to know if Assis's genitals were the same as those of ordinary humans. They tortured him and abused him for this question, and finally... they got the answer."

The girl's eyes widened, as if she was shocked by this crazy story.

Mikhail's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but the anger and hatred were bone-piercingly clear.

"They hung Assis and used his genitals as bait... to fish."

He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "They took a person's life and dignity and used it as their entertainment tool."

Mikhail took a deep breath and held the steering wheel tightly with his hands, his knuckles turning white.

"If you want to hear such stories, I have many more, and they are all different."

Mikhail's voice gradually became hoarse, the flames of anger burned in his eyes, and his chest heaved violently. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and punched the dashboard of the car suddenly, roaring:

“What is the Kingdom of Heaven doing when we hypocrites are being bullied?!

Where are these so-called ‘angels’? Where were the angels when Assis was tortured and killed by those beasts? !

They are high above, overlooking all living beings, but when innocent people suffer and blood flows like rivers, who will save us? ! "

“When Assis was hanged and trampled as a plaything, where was the so-called justice?

They keep saying they want to protect order and maintain peace, but what's the result? "

"There are also those other persecuted people who were captured, killed, and even traded as slaves. Where are the angels?! Where is the Kingdom of Heaven?!"

He paused suddenly, his eyes filled with unyielding and angry light, like a beast forced into a desperate situation, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice:

"So what about the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven? What has he changed? He is just like the selfish guys in the Kingdom of Heaven, and the same as those 'human supremacists' - they are all cold-blooded animals!"

The air in the car seemed to freeze instantly, the green-haired girl couldn't laugh anymore, and Mikhail's expression gradually turned calm.

The only sound left in the entire carriage was the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, like a lament for the dead.

"So, you think I can stop?"

Mikhail Garcia asked coldly, with endless pain and hatred in his tone.