The domineering president meets her

I vaguely remember that he banged on the door without hesitation and shouted

"I'm here. I'm here. I'm the one you're looking for."

No matter how hard I tried, the door panel didn't budge at all, let alone any sound being able to be transmitted.

He was usually calm, but at this moment he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Hey, there it is!

He struggled again to slide the wheels of the wheelchair using both hands alternately, and quickly slid to the stepped pile of flour.

At this moment, he really hated himself for being so incompetent. These legs were really useless at this critical moment. He dragged his legs, which hurt whenever he moved, and climbed up the grain pile with difficulty. He crawled step by step towards the small window of the vent. The wind blowing in from outside made the blades of the blower turn from time to time.

It was a dry and mild autumn, but the wind made him feel chilled to the bone.

"Hey, I'm here." He shouted loudly, but the wind rushed into his throat, choking him and making him cough.

He shouted a few more times without giving up, but the autumn wind seemed to be against him, blowing towards him non-stop and penetrating into his lungs.

He coughed so hard that his eyes were tearful. He tried hard to open his eyes and looked through the small window. About 20 to 30 meters away, he saw the little girl's hands tied behind her back. One of the brothers with tattoos on his hands was holding the little girl like a chicken with one hand and grabbing her hair with the other hand, forcing her to look up and look at the leader.

Judging from her lip shape, the little girl was shouting, "I won't tell you. You people wearing hoods are definitely not good people."

"Humph, you're still pretty tough. Show your toughness to the King of Hell."

The leader, with a ferocious face and a half-smile that gave people goosebumps, turned around and said to the younger brother beside him: "Get rid of her, drag her to the back mountain and throw her in the ditch."

"yes, Sir."

Just as the tattooed boy was about to pick up his silenced pistol and attack the little girl, a whistling and majestic police siren sounded from the street in the distance, causing him to put the pistol away and put it on his waist. He spat and gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, this son of a bitch! Brother, what should we do now?"

Everyone was a little frightened when they heard the sirens. They looked at each other and dared not act rashly.

"Brother, you guys go first, I'll cover you." Suddenly another thin younger brother spoke.

"Okay. One hundred and fourty-seven. You stay and assist him. Make quick decisions and finish the job cleanly. We will wait for you at the last delivery point." The indignant leader gave a brief explanation and then led the other accomplices to escape over the wall.

According to the rules of the organization, names are never called when doing things. Everyone only has a number, and the number is changed every time something is done.

This is conducive to the development of things. No one knows each other in the organization. Even if someone is arrested by the police, it is impossible to trace back to find other members of the criminal gang.

The skinny little brother looked at the stubborn little girl in front of him. His own sister looked very similar to the little girl. She was also the same age when they last met.

When he was young, he was disobedient and had no interest in studying. He couldn't even make it to vocational high school and dropped out of school early. In the end, he got into trouble with his drug-addicted friends, until the police came to his house and handcuffed his wrists. His father, who had been kept in the dark and thought that he was studying well in school, saw this and got so angry that he had a myocardial infarction on the spot. His face was full of pain, his brows were furrowed, one hand grabbed the clothes at his chest, and the other hand reached for something nearby.

The mother was so scared that she quickly called an ambulance, then got some medicine for her father who was lying on the side, and held his back to help him breathe.

She also tried to explain to the police: "Comrade police, my child is usually very well behaved. Did you misunderstand him?"

She turned her head and looked at him helplessly: "Son, please say something."

My own sister looks very similar to the little girl in front of me, and was the same age at that time. She hugged my thigh and cried, "Brother, brother, please don't leave. Apologize to the police uncle and they will forgive you."

A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, but unfortunately, I have already embarked on the road of no return and can only go all the way to the end.

It's sad to think about these things, but there were other accomplices watching us.

He picked up the stick, closed his eyes, and randomly hit the girl's arms and body a few times. Then, the impatient Yi Si Qi standing by slapped him hard and kicked him hard. He snatched the stick from his hand and scolded him: "You fucking donkey, useless thing, I'm going to send her to death."

After saying that, he mercilessly kicked the little girl to the ground and beat her to death without any rules. Instantly, blood flowed down the little girl's forehead, quickly passing through her tender face and dripping onto her collar, but she didn't say a word.

The skinny little brother who was kicked down couldn't help but get up and hugged Yi Si Qi around the waist, pushing him away, anxiously

"Brother, this is bad. The police are at the door. Let's leave quickly. You see, her head is broken by you. She is bleeding so much. I guess she won't survive. As long as you have the green mountains, you will not be afraid of the firewood. Let's not make things worse. Just go back and report to the big brother."

"Hmph, you're lucky." 147 gritted his teeth and wanted to kick the little girl, but his waist was restrained and he couldn't move.

Then he turned around and punched the thin man on the forehead again: "You are a donkey, why are you pulling me so hard? I will settle the score with you when I get back."

While he turned around and wasn't paying attention, the skinny little brother wanted to move forward to see how the little girl was doing.

"Hurry up, you bastard, stop dawdling." 147 shouted impatiently.

The thin one touched his nose, dared not say a word, and followed dejectedly. The two of them climbed over the wall and escaped.

In the warehouse, he looked through the vent at her lying motionless on the ground in the distance, as if time had stood still.

In a panic, he stepped on empty air without noticing and fell from a flour bag more than two meters high. The pain in his legs was so severe that his eyes went dark and he fainted.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I vaguely heard my mother’s voice calling me, and then I felt someone picking me up.

The sudden strong sunlight from outside stung his eyes, which were tightly closed. But when he thought of the little girl's last appearance, he struggled to stand up, opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at that place. There was nothing except fallen leaves and spots of blood through the leaves.

Since then, no matter how high the price was, there was no news about her.

Just when I had given up looking for her, she suddenly appeared without any warning.

Looking at the photos in the file, a person's appearance will change with the situation, but those clear and innocent eyes will never change.

It matches that familiar look, there's no doubt about it.