The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"When we were young, we went to the kitchen to steal food together, and I was the only one who was punished."

Bolivar's breath caught.

"Go out to play together, obviously you insisted on running out, but I was the only one locked up in the end."

"You did your homework wrong, and I was the one who was beaten."

"When you do bad things, you always borrow my certificate and name."

His tone was reminiscent and rambling, as if he was blaming the children whose parents were biased, but also seemed to be just ordinary chatter.

"You may have forgotten these things long ago. After all, it's not an important thing."

"I'll follow whatever you do. If it's done well, it's yours. If it's messed up, it's mine."

He stopped suddenly, the air in the room was stagnant, and he opened his mouth slowly after a while.

"You are always like this, pushing me out over and over again, blocking the knife for you."

"Now, if you kill someone, I will be the one to take the blame."

"...others say I should be thankful for that."

"After all, I'm so useless. If I didn't look a bit like you, I would have been caught by the organization and treated as cannon fodder." Garcia snorted, "Madam saw this and took me out of the orphanage on purpose. come out."

The expression on Bolivar's face faded away.

He remembered the words of the woman in his memory.

Don't worry, Polly.I have already prepared for you, everything.

His gaze slowly moved upwards to the other person's face. He had the same black hair as himself, and there were few in the world, almost golden amber eyes.

This is what my mother said, everything is ready.

Garcia raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I know very well that this is the only reason Madam allows me to live, and it is also my only hope."

"I should repay the favor."

I am your shadow and substitute.

"But I hate that reason."

"I hate shadows and supporting characters the most." Garcia grabbed Bolivar's hand and said word by word, "You always feel that you are not the protagonist of this world. You are the enemy general who was defeated by the protagonist."

"However, my boss, who has so many you, is not the protagonist, so what am I? I am the bones under your feet."

"It's my flesh and blood that completed your command and piled up your victory." He whispered in Bolivar's ear.

"No winning general cares what the soldiers think."

"The bed I was born on is doomed, and I will be an ant all my life."

"This world will never be kind to me. It's terrible. People outside are greedy, stupid and stupid."

"I have nothing since I was born. I am not a human, but a dog, born to kneel; a resource, plundered and squeezed. I will never have a way out."

"My origin is the original sin. Even if I am not recruited by the organization, the ending is the same. In order to survive, and to live better, I have to endure many insults that I should not have endured."

"You must smash your teeth and swallow your blood, and always 'give way' to those who have capital and status."

"There are classes in this world. Recognize your godfather, hug your thighs, find relationships, seek connections, and get beaten up with a smile on your face."

"Never ending, do you know this pain? Everything is destined at birth."

Bolivar was silent, why didn't he know.He knows it all too well.Bosses who don't treat people as people, domineering monopolies emerge in endlessly, even if they choose an iron job, they have to endure mediocrity and depend on others for a lifetime.

When something happens, you are the scapegoat.You are only surrounded by people who obviously don't understand anything, but still find themselves by bullying the weak.

"I don't actually hate you. After all, it was destined when I was born. Even if I want to hate you, I should go to my parents."

"But it's because I look a little like you!" His tone was filled with excitement, and his face was full of sarcasm.

"This is really a great blessing for me!"

"I should have been dealt with at 12 and set free."

"From that moment on, I lost even the slightest hope. I am your puppet, your shadow, your extra hand."

"Being forced to live with this, to live unfairly, to be bored and monotonous day in and day out."

"You are the source of my pain, always reminding me that someone can live like a human being without doing anything, so happy."

"You are a prince. I am your dog, your servant."

"The pursuit of my life is only what you can get at your fingertips."

"Every day in your house disgusts me so much that I want to die immediately."

"I think every day why I haven't been beaten to death yet."

"Even if there is no hope, I can't give up...otherwise my life will be a joke..."

"I have endured it for so long."

"I kneel like a dog in front of you, just so that one day I can stand like a man." Garcia said expressionlessly, pointing his gun at Bolivar, but keeping his eyes ajar, Don't go to Bolivar.

"Now, I finally have the possibility to overthrow you."

"When I became your best weapon, I also had the opportunity to counterattack you."

Bolivar looked at him, but couldn't reply a complete sentence.

He knows how lucky he is here. Of the billions of people in this world, perhaps only tens of thousands can be called human beings, and the rest are numb cattle, sheep, animals, screws, cornerstones, and slaves.

They endure all kinds of injustice, being consumed as various accessories without knowing it, or even taking it for granted.There are also some ordinary people who are sober and suffering in the iron house.When they are alive, they suffer all day long, or they sink into chaos, or they are in the same boat.

People in every age always feel that they are free, happy and fair at the moment.If a dynasty does not come to an end, its people will always be blinded by the prosperity in front of them and the pain of the past, ignoring the shortcomings of the moment.

This has been the case in reincarnation for thousands of years, and the farmhands think the same way when they look at slaves, and the common people think the same way when they look at farmhands.

Even, they will accuse their own kind of being greedy and insatiable, wanting too much.

In order to survive and obtain more resources, animals will fight against and squeeze their own kind.

Why do thoughtful people still follow the laws of animals.

Bolivar's hands were trembling, and something he had been forgetting was awakened by Garcia again.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his stomach throbbed, making him want to curl up into a ball.

He clearly realized that I, too, was once a member of the beast.

"I'm afraid, after today, countless people will scold me for being ungrateful, wolf-hearted, greedy and despicable." Garcia laughed.

"I have always hated myself as your shadow." His tone was hoarse and gentle, and his tone became slightly slow, "...I have selfish intentions."

Thinking of this, Garcia was silent for a second.

The darkness in front of him also seemed to be lighter, and the light reflected his face, dyeing his cheeks a warm color.

"If the gentleman hadn't thought of it in the end, it would be nice to use this trick."

"I've also thought about it, it's not bad to not see each other, and I don't want to have such an argument with you." Garcia's tone was light, as if he was dreaming, "I sent all the people I could mobilize to try to deal with that The handle in Mr.'s hand. Before he sends out the message, intercept it..."

"But unfortunately, I have made all my efforts. It is probably God's will." Garcia looked at the open space in the corner, his face was a little dazed, "We still made it this far."

Neither of the two people in the room spoke.The cold wind blows in through the crack of the door, making the lights flicker.The TV in the room finished broadcasting the news, leaving only black and white snowflakes, making the sound of electric current, which stood out in the small and quiet room.

"Let go, Garcia." Bolivar watched the other party's eyes fall elsewhere, did not dare to look at his own face, and suddenly took a deep breath, "Don't force yourself all the time."

There was a crack on Garcia's calm face, and his fingers holding the gun were slightly hard.

"You didn't explain the whole reason why you hate me. When you were on the top floor of Grid, your reaction state was abnormal, like a knee jerk reaction. It is obviously a trained stress reaction." Bolivar spoke a little vaguely.

Garcia said nothing, and his brows were stained with gloom.

"I don't know everything, I only guessed part of it." Bolivar said, "Someone specially trained you. Once I get hurt, you must protect me with all of you, just like a psychological suggestion."

Hearing this sentence, Garcia didn't speak, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

"...Yeah, boss, otherwise you are so vigilant, how could you trust other people," Garcia sneered, "You think that with this control over me, you can sit back and relax."

"But as long as I don't look directly at you, I can still kill you."

Bolivar could clearly feel the shaking of the opponent's hand covering his mouth.

"Not."

"Although I don't have a complete memory of the past, I know what I thought before. Human nature basically does not change." Bolivar said slowly.

"I never believed in these tactics."

Garcia's breathing stopped suddenly. At that moment, he actually had an urge to block Bolivar's mouth even harder, so that he would stop talking.

He had a hunch that what happened next was something he couldn't bear.

Bolivar looked at the other party, suddenly relieved, and showed a very gentle smile, which made Garcia's hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.

Garcia let go of his hand completely, weakly restraining himself from wanting to back away.

Sometimes, taking a step back means that everything is lost.

He clearly heard Bolivar say: "Garcia, you always have the right to betray me and stab a knife in my heart."

The room was pitch black, and the shadows seemed to come to life in an instant, like a wild beast that chooses to eat people.

Garcia looked at the other party and felt that he suddenly became shorter.The house and Bolivar in front of him seemed to come alive, expanding and becoming extraordinarily tall.

It seemed that countless steel needles were piercing him, making the hairs all over his body stand on end.

Bolivar continued: "I just suddenly figured something out."

"I don't even believe my parents. Why do I feel that you can be trusted."

Garcia heard the other party say something that made his scalp tingle in a gentle tone.

He wanted to stop the other party and tell him not to speak, but there was a longing in his heart that he couldn't even explain.

Bolivar didn't care about the other party's expression, but let out a long sigh of relief as if a big rock had finally fallen.

Why is there a person who believes in a person like myself.

Bolivar slowly closed his eyes.

Sure enough, nothing changed.

A person who has persecution paranoia and crazily speculates about everything with malice, who will he trust.

Actually I don't trust anyone.

Anyone will betray me.

Even parents and children.

Bolivar said softly: "How can a person like me who is cold-hearted and uses the greatest malice to figure out everything be trusted."

"I only believe in fairness."

Bolivar's tone trembled, and his breathing gradually became short of breath: "I pride myself on being excellent. I grew up smoothly and graduated from a well-known university. No matter what I study, it is very easy. I can easily get a Ph. D., and there is no subject I am not good at."

"I am a child of other people's family in the eyes of others. After leaving school, I will always find a job more smoothly than others. I can always understand other people's implication. I am very economical and can make money in whatever I do."

"Here I am also the pride of my parents, the proud son of heaven in the eyes of outsiders."

Bolivar's throat seemed to be pinched suddenly, his voice was extremely hoarse: "But it can't hide the fact that I'm just a garbage, a puddle of stinking mud."

"Whether it's before or after. No matter how the circumstances change. The fact that I'm a piece of shit doesn't change a bit."

"On the first day I came here, I knew that Winster was innocent and wronged, but I was afraid of being exposed, so I kept silent. I was guilty."

"The three young students I met in the bar, who had just turned [-], I knew they were not guilty of death, but I was afraid of being exposed, so I kept silent and let the organization deal with them. I am guilty."

"In many cases, I clearly predicted that there would be a murder in advance, but I was afraid of being exposed, so I kept silent and didn't try to do anything..."

"In order to deal with that gentleman, I dragged countless businesses and families into the water. Even if it was saved in time, countless people lost their jobs, went bankrupt, lost their wives, and even committed suicide in despair."

"I know all the injustice and tragedy you've been through in the past, but just stood by."

"I backed down when you needed my help."

Garcia gasped for breath.

"I've always been a hopeless trash who sucks on other people's flesh and blood and uses my privileges to gain benefits."

"I never learned to be brave in the face of righteousness. For my own safety, I can push others to die."

"I knew it was wrong, but for my own benefit, I chose to remain silent."

"As long as I achieve my goal, I can ignore how others are tortured."

"I do see that so many people are suffering and I want to help them. But everything is based on the condition that I am safe."

"Even if I did not break the law, the law cannot judge me. Even if those who claim to be righteous are worse than me, they are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks and criticize me."

"But it can't hide the fact that these are all related to me. I violated my conscience." Bolivar seemed to be stuck in his throat, and spit out three words, "I'm guilty."

Bolivar felt that tears were sliding down his face, and his tone was extremely hoarse: "I'm such a useless coward."

"How I wish I was a great man, that I could have bravery and justice."

"I think that's what I thought in the past, so he is willing to believe you."

The only people I'll trust are the people I'm sorry for.

You are the one who paid for me and was robbed by me, but was owed by me for various reasons.

Whatever you choose, I'm happy to accept it.

Because I admit that I was wrong, sorry for you.

I was prepared for today's scene and fully accepted it.

"If you want to take revenge on me, I will accept it completely. This is the sin I deserve. You are the person I am most sorry for. You are not a stranger on the side of the road, but my relatives and friends I grew up with."

Bolivar reached out subconsciously, wanting to touch the opponent's head, but was avoided.

Garcia's whole body was trembling, as if he had been burned, and he took several steps back.

"I'll give you the initiative." Bolivar lowered his eyes and couldn't help laughing, "Because I'm a coward who can't even say an apology."

"Stop talking..." Garcia's throat clucked, his voice was extremely weak.

"Even if I forget, the peace in my heart tells me at this moment," Bolivar said. "I am not surprised that today is here."

"Do what you want, Garcia," Bolivar said. "Shoot and we'll be even."

"..." Bolivar turned his head expectantly and looked at him.

The atmosphere was like a tense string, and his actions were the last straw, causing the bowstring to snap.

"I told you to stop!" Garcia couldn't bear it anymore.He screamed and knocked everything on the table to the ground, and it clattered against the wall.

His whole body trembled with the shout, as if he was crazy: "Shut up!"

He couldn't believe that all he got was compensation and charity, and everything he did became a joke.

"Who do you think you are!" he yelled, tears pouring out uncontrollably, "Fuck you and get even!"

The thing that he had dreamed all his life suddenly hit his head and face today, like a wave swept him to the bottom of the sea, and made him unable to breathe.

"If I want something, I will just take it with my own hands!"

"I don't need your pity and charity!"

what is this?What have I become?

"You lie! You shut up!"

Bolivar looked at him quietly: "You should be the clearest, what I said is the truth."

It was precisely because of the clarity that made him even more desperate.

Garcia looked at him, feeling as if he had been swallowed by some huge monster, and there was some extremely intense emotion that wanted to assimilate him.

His brain felt dizzy and his eyes were dazzled with tears.My whole body was burning, and my heart was beating fast.

He couldn't utter a word, he could only half-bend, stumbled backwards, finally bumped into the wall and slid on the ground.

He let out a meaningless whine: "You're a bastard..."

Tears came pouring down in big drops, and he thought he would never cry.

All the suffering and injustice of the past seemed to be recognized at this moment, and seemed to have meaning in an instant.

It was as if a child heard that his father, who had grown up with him all the time but ignored him and only brought him discipline and orders, suddenly said to him, sorry.I know that I have been domineering and unreasonable in asking you before, and I have been asking you to do what I think.It's not fair to you.I admit, I'm really sorry for you.

So you know it too...

At that moment, he clearly realized that he was also cared about and loved.I am not a simple tool to realize your dreams.

He could feel tears blurring his vision, and his voice was full of crying: "You are a bastard..."

"How powerful you are, Bolivar!"

"Everything is within your calculations!"

"Let me tell you, I won't be cheated by you again, I definitely won't."

He was laughing and crying at the same time, even his words were breathless, obviously he was the one with a gun, but he looked worse than Bolivar.

"You don't want to succeed!" He rolled down the fragments of the vase in front of him, letting the broken porcelain pierce his hands bloody, "I've had enough of you."

"The only thing I want in this life is me."

"However, I have lived in your shadow all my life!"

Tears flowed down his cheeks to the ground, mixing with the blood.

"You gave me my name, all my knowledge comes from you, I imitate you, I will be your cow and horse, and I will never be able to break through everything you gave me."

"Right now, you're still using your bad tricks to lie to me!"

His voice was so high that the door was buzzing.

Garcia glared at Bolivar, but there was no deterrence, and tears could not be restrained from sliding down: "How long do you think I have been with you! How much do I know about your methods!"

Bolivar quietly watched each other's hysteria.

He has always been afraid of death, but at this moment, being pointed at with a gun by the other party, he is not afraid at all.

It seems to be the calmness of accepting everything after thorough thinking.

He looked at each other madly.

"Aren't you very proud?" Garcia looked at Bolivar's face, trembling hands and feet, as if collapsed.

His hands tightly grabbed the clothes on his chest, his nails scratched the fabric on his chest, and the nails cracked, but he didn't notice it at all.

In the end, the corners of his mouth trembled, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "I have done so much in order to be able to turn things around and bear the burden of humiliation."

"You are very proud."

"..." Garcia's hand holding the gun fell completely, and he seemed to give up completely.

"It's sad to admit, even now, that you did all the right things and you won. I couldn't hurt you."

But at this moment, Bolivar felt a bad premonition of being out of control.

The smile on the corner of Garcia's mouth slowly narrowed, he raised his head and looked at Bolivar: "But I don't want to see you anymore."

"This world is too small for me because of you."

"Wait, Garcia. I don't need you to do anything for me." Bolivar grabbed the other's hand, not worried that Garcia, who seemed to be insane, shot him dead.

"I apologize for my past. I accept any revenge and accusations from you."

"I have the courage to bear my past mistakes! You don't need to carry this matter. Let's go out, and I can solve this matter." Bolivar said, his speech became faster and faster, and his heart was raised, no Know what you're nervous about.

"I am not incapable of the past." He promised, trying to convince the other party.

Garcia slammed Bolivar's hand away: "It's too late, Boli."

"It's too late." Garcia stared into each other's eyes and said word by word.

"Garcia?"

He backed away from Bolivar's hand.

"I have been following other people's orders and living as a pawn. Mother, the director of the orphanage, madam, and you after that."

"Even pointing a gun at you today was set up by that gentleman." Garcia smiled.

"Now is probably the only time in my life that I make my own decision."

"Wait!" Bolivar's lips were dry, and the tingling feeling rushed from the tailbone to the top of the head.

Under Bolivar's shocked gaze, Garcia showed a smile of revenge: "Do you think you won? No!"

He put the muzzle of the gun to his heart, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the bright red exploded, staining Bolivar's head and face red.

"No no no no no no!!"

Bolivar subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed Garcia.He just felt that it was slippery everywhere, and he couldn't grasp it at all. He didn't know where so much blood came from.

Why is this happening?

Why is this happening?

What went wrong? !

don't want!don't want!don't want!

"You shot me! I'm here! Aren't you going to take revenge on me!" Bolivar felt that the scene in front of him was about to crack, and his headache was terrible.

The scene in front of him made him feel top-heavy, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"No." Bolivar's voice was very soft, his throat seemed to be clenched tightly by someone, and he couldn't utter a word.

Garcia, who fell to the ground, laughed. As he laughed, a lot of blood gushed out from the wound and mouth with his movements: "You lost..."

"...Okay, okay, I lost, don't laugh, don't drag the wound!" Bolivar made a hoarse voice, completely losing his previous calmness.

"..." Garcia stared at the other person's face, his smile slowly shrinking.

"But I didn't win." Garcia's eyes gradually darkened, and his tone remained unchanged: "I said it clearly before, and I won't listen to anything you say."

"The most powerful thing about you is your mouth. You can coax others to die and make them work for you." Garcia's tone gradually slowed down. "I saw so many prey, how did I get caught by you?"

"...but why did I still listen." His voice seemed regretful and weak.

Bolivar said nothing.

At the same time, in the police station that they don't know.

Fei Yingli, who was specially invited to investigate the case, shouted: "I found the key evidence!"

She looked beaming: "The case can be overturned."

"Sure enough, it was framed."

"The camera is blurry, and I can only see the color of the other person's hair and eyes."

"At that time, Bolivar's passport had a use record in Australia, and he was not at the scene of the crime at all."

"The records show that the murderer bought this car locally, but I found a third party's hair on the woman's body!"

"This is the ironclad proof that someone framed Mr. Bolivar!"

"Then as long as the gene is compared to the owner of the hair, Mr. Bolivar can be exonerated."

Hearing this, other people in the room subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and clapped their hands in congratulations.

But Curacao, who was standing in the corner, still looked worried. She asked her subordinate softly, "Have you found the boss yet?"

"What are you worried about?" Ivy gave her a strange look, "Isn't it confirmed that Garcia took the boss away and hid it?"

"If you have this spare time, you might as well worry about it. It has been seven days. Is Toru Amuro, who you have forgotten, still alive." Ivy complained and glared at Curacao.These two people got dizzy in such a hurry, and they were reminded by Zhu Fu Jingguang, who hurried over later, that they realized that there was one person missing.

Speaking of this, Curacao was also a little embarrassed, but she still expressed her hesitation: "...Will Mr. Garcia betray..."

"Garcia? Do you think he will betray?" Ivy sneered, "It is impossible for him to betray the boss."

Curacao was taken aback: "Why?"

"Because I trust the boss." Ivy raised her chin slightly, with a hint of arrogance, "He has never misjudged anyone on this point."

No one can escape the hunting net and betray my boss.

The room is empty except for the TV, which flickers and rustles the snowflakes.

"I've said so much, I don't want to be one of your dogs anymore, I don't want to die as your shadow anymore."

"Okay, whatever... you can say whatever you want..." Bolivar felt dizzy, and he spoke incoherently, "Hold on first, don't die..."

He thought, what am I going to do, I have superpowers, I want to save him quickly...

However, he couldn't think of anything that could solve the problem at hand, as if he was stupid.

"Ah, ambulance, call an ambulance..." He just remembered, and hastily pulled out his cell phone to call the police.

On the contrary, the person involved looked indifferent, and said intermittently: "...It's actually quite good to be your shadow."

"What I said before was all angry words, you are not that bad..."

Bolivar could hear his own clear and crazy heartbeat, and the red color reminded him of countless bad pasts: "...I beg you, don't talk, don't waste energy—"

He knelt down on the ground in vain, letting the opponent's blood stain his shirt red.

"This is too domineering," Garcia smiled feebly, "It's time for my last words, and I won't listen to you anymore."

The words of last words completely nailed Bolivar to the ground, and all his movements froze.

"I have nothing but myself. My mind and my body are the only assets I have," Garcia said. "I bet them all on you."

The expression on his face was very calm, even smiling: "In the future, it will get better...you must not lose."

Bolivar reached out numbly and grabbed the other's outstretched hand.

"Farewell, boss." His voice became softer, his hands slowly dropped, and he stopped breathing completely.

The face somewhat similar to Bolivar wore a serene and peaceful smile that had never been seen before, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with the ending.

Bolivar watched the other party's blood flow less and less, and finally dried up completely.

He felt as if he was broken, as if he had taken root.

But he wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

There was only one cold thought in his heart.Well, now, I'm alone again.

This is retribution.

retribution!retribution!

Because I killed so many people, because I turned a blind eye to the pain of so many people.

I can obviously arrange other things better.I could obviously work harder.

it's all my fault……

Bolivar felt a great grievance rising up, and he could feel the wailing sound of his bones cracking.

His soul screamed questioning.

Why, so many people have done so many evil things.Who avenged them?

How many wicked people died of poverty and wealth all their lives, while the good people were poor and suffered a lot.

Why me.

"Polly?!" It seemed that someone broke into the door and called his name.

But he couldn't hear anything.

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The author has something to say:

to be frank……

Bolivar looked at Garcia purely for the son he picked up halfway.

He was in his 20s before he came here, and the actual age difference between the two is more than 20 years old.

At the beginning, it was probably the feeling of a young man in his 20s who just became a father. He treats children like toys and likes to play tricks on others.But he didn't notice that something was wrong with where he was.Later, I found that something was wrong. I regretted it, felt guilty, and was timid and afraid of death. I didn't dare to stand up and speak hard.In the end, there is only one wrong step, one step at a time.

He can only desperately show his belly to the other party every day, hoping that one day the other party will stab him, so that he can feel at ease.

This is also the so-called, severe persecution paranoia can only trust the other party when expecting others to harm him.

After struggling for more than two days, I still played the original ending. Well, this is the real ending.After all, Garcia killed countless innocent people without mercy.

For the record, the number of collections at this moment is 11080, the number of nutrient solutions is 2140, and the number of overlord tickets is 143, 16, and 15.

Unpaid refills will be converted into extras.

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