Vol 3 Chapter 16: Those fathers!

Apple City, McPherson's house.
As a fairly successful businessman, the McPherson family has already entered the middle class. As a husband and father, McPherson is proud to make his wife and daughter live a better life through their own efforts.
This has been the case for more than ten years, until three months ago ...
His daughter is missing!
A trip to Cherry City made his daughter disappear.
The first time, McPherson called the police and rushed to Cherry City.
But nothing was found.
Even after three months passed, his daughter was silent.
This makes McPherson desperate.
But he dared not show a little.
Because he knew his wife was desperate than himself.
At this time, he is her dependence.
Once he also showed despair, the whole family was ruined.
Therefore, he encourages his wife every day.
Sadness and remorse will only be revealed when no one sees it.
why?
Why can't he accompany his daughter?
Why is he so busy?
Every self-blame made McPherson heartbroken.
Today is no exception.
When it was still dawn, McPherson quietly left the bedroom and entered the study. He had a head in his head and sat there with no focus.
He didn't wake up until the sun shone on him and the nanny started to have a busy breakfast.
Crack, crack.
Raising his hand and patting his cheek gently, McPherson dispelled the negative emotions on his face, and he kept himself smiling.
He is going to see his wife.
And at this time-
Drops, drops.
The fax machine rang.
McPherson froze.
After his daughter disappeared, he handed over the company's business to his deputy, looking for his daughter's whereabouts and accompanying his wife wholeheartedly.
With a little curiosity, McPherson looked at the paper spit out from the fax.
When looking at the content above, McPherson struggled to keep his smiling face completely distorted.
Anger filled the face of the husband and father.
"Cherry City?"
"Big man?"
"Emord?"
McPherson gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed through his teeth.
He almost subconsciously picked up the shotgun placed in the study cabinet.
He wished that these people collapsed one shot at a time.
However, the remaining reason told him that he could not be so impulsive.
He is too weak to be alone.
He needs to unite more people.
And this is not difficult. After his daughter disappeared, McPherson found out that Apple City was traveling to Cherry City and the missing girls were not only his daughters, but many others.
Naturally, these families are united.
Many people and great strength.
This is the consensus of all.
Some of these families have also made some terrible comments, but many families are reluctant to believe.
And now?
Looking at the names above, McPherson walked straight to the phone.
Face to face always face it, do n’t you?
He now only hopes that his daughter, more girls are safe and sound.
As for those people?
He wants to let these go to hell!
He swears!
...
Boyka in Pineapple City was sober again from a hangover.
Subconsciously, he touched the wine bottle.
He didn't want to be sober, he just wanted to be drunk.
Because only in this way can he forget the pain of losing his daughter.
That is his daughter.
His only daughter.
His only relative.
Losing his daughter, he felt his world collapsed.
Get drunk!
Get drunk!
Get drunk and forget everything!
Baika, who was thinking about this, twisted the stopper, but when he was about to drink his bottle of wine from his neck, the door slammed open and a middle-aged man ran in.
"Don't drink it!"
"There is news from Duda and Kola."
Duda, the daughter of Boyka.
Cora, the daughter of this middle-aged man.
The two disappeared together when they went to Cherry City a month ago.
"what?"
"What are you talking about old Cora?"
Boyka threw away the bottle and grabbed his old friend's arm.
"look by youself!"
Old Cora handed the fax in his hand to Old Tal.
He lowered his head and rubbed his blurry vision. When Baika saw the contents clearly, his face quickly turned red, and a haggle appeared in his eyes.
"Don't be impulsive, we have to contact more people."
"do you know?"
Old Cora persuaded his old friend.
"Ok, I know."
"You go to contact other people and I will wake myself up."
Boyka said to the bathroom.
Old Cora watched vigorously flush his old friend, without hesitation, turned and ran out.
He wants to notify more people.
In the footsteps of his old friend, Boyka raised his head, and he looked at the mourning himself in the mirror.
"I let you down again!"
"Sorry, this is the last time!"
Boyka whispered that he began to clean his beard, hair, and dirty pajamas with a razor, which was ripped off by him, revealing a surprisingly hardcover body.
Especially on the shoulders, each has an octagonal tattoo.
The outer tiger head muscles are attached to the arms, and there are a series of tattoos like wire coils.
And there is a point in the circle on the left chest that seems to be drawn by hand.
The octagonal star on both shoulders comes from his previous organization.
The external tiger head muscles with wire tattoos on his arms are the things he doesn't want to remember most, a prison career.
Tattoos on the chest?
That was the habit and skill he acquired in the prison life he didn't want to remember the most.
The former is disdainful.
The latter is ... a master of fighting.
Baika's palms covered the tattoos on his chest.
He took a deep breath.
He had vowed not to abuse force.
but……
Someone always forced him!
Why is someone always pushing him!
He just hoped An An could spend the rest of his life steadily!
Since you have broken my life, then I will use my teeth for my teeth and my eyes for my eyes!
Boyka, determined, his eyes glowed as if in substance.
He raised his fist and hit the wall of the bathroom.
boom!
In the muffled sound, the tiled bathroom wall shattered directly, revealing a bladder inside. Boyka grabbed the bladder out, slapped the dust on it and pulled it straight away.
Brown vintage jacket, stained T-shirt and trousers, and ... blooded boxer bandages.
Boyka picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.
His eyes were more chilled.
Like a sword out of the sheath.
At the next moment, he put on the T-shirt and trousers, then put on the old jacket and walked straight out.
Wait?
He can't wait.
He wanted to personally send those to hell.
...
Time is the best healing medicine.
I don't know who said this.
But for Shelton, this sentence is shit.
The wife was killed and the daughter was missing. For Shelton, time has long become a poison.
With each passing day, the toxicity becomes heavier.
He lived like a walking dead, if not to find his daughter as a belief, he had already finished himself.
And now?
He looked at the fax in his hand and he wept.
"wait for me!"
"I'm coming!"
"Dad is here!"
With such words, Shelton entered the basement.
This was his research room.
It was his interest.
Only after the wife was killed and the daughter disappeared, the research project here changed.
Become dangerous and deadly.
...
Cherry City, Hunter's residence.
David and Hunt sent out a fax.
These faxes were sent to the parents of the missing girls.
They are very clear that relying on their own power can not fight against the big figures of the Cherry City. Only by gathering more people can they compete with it.
There are hundreds of missing girls in several cities around Cherry City.
From the morning to the afternoon, the two people were busy.
But the fax machine that Hunt just bought was already hot.
"And continue?"
Hunter pointed to the fax addresses of major newspapers and TV stations including Apple City and Pineapple City, including Cherry City.
Obviously, this young man does not believe these media.
Because, he has seen too many times, these media's face.
It really made him sick.
"Ok."
"This matter needs more attention!"
"Otherwise, although those parents will make some waves, they will eventually disappear."
David nodded vigorously.
This is the way he came up with, not the way.
Although the gathered parents are powerful, their enemies are even stronger.
Some necessary support is necessary.
otherwise……
Will still fail!
David knows exactly what the big guys will do when they are pressed.
As if he knew what they had to face after these faxes were sent.
The eyes and ears of those big men are extraordinary.
In other words, those who want to get close to the big guys will definitely report it.
About ten minutes?
five minutes?
In a shorter time, they will become the target.
Squeak, squeak.
Send a fax.
David took out several pieces of toast and two boxes of milk from the refrigerator. Without heat, he just ate with Hunter.
Their time is running out.
After the two had finished eating quickly, David kept the notebook close to him.
Hunter checked the bullet of the pistol.
Then the two went out.
They need to hide for a while and wait until the final assembly.
Of course, this is the best result.
In fact, just when David drove out of the street—
boom!
A car hit the door of David's car straight, and the car with full horsepower drove the car driven by David straight to the side wall.
The airbag exploded directly.
While waiting for David and Hunt to recover, a group of strong men in black suits had surrounded them and raised their guns.
There was a bitter smile on David's face.
Although it was expected, these people came faster than he thought.
Moreover, the other party did not mean to talk at all.
It's coming out.
"Sorry ~ EbookFREE.me ~ David once again apologized to his partner.
"It's okay, I chose it myself."
Hunter shrugged.
The two smiled at each other.
Then, at the same time draw a gun.
It is not the habit of the two to sit back and wait.
Even if you die, you have to fight back.
David and Hunt took the gun quickly, but they still couldn't compare to those black suits that had already made the aiming posture.
These people immediately pulled the trigger and beat David and Hunt into horse honeycombs.
But someone is faster-
Bi!