Chapter 642 (1/2)
”Mr. mccor, that's all the information.”
”Thank you.”
”Good luck.”
After coming out of prison, Michael first went to the shop to buy a razor and sorted out his image in a humble hotel.
Then he went to the street, walked around and did nothing.
The next day, Michael bought a ticket to New York and set out on his last journey to revenge.
Michael is a descendant of British immigrants. According to the racial speech, he is a ”white man” in the true sense
He looks like a deep man, in the car, a few girls from the hint to him, only get a smile shake his head.
It added to his charm, but Michael didn't care.
His only thought now was revenge. He would never forget the scene of his wife falling on fire in the street.
The demons in their white robes and pointed triangular hats burned her alive, a nightmare that Michael would never forget.
So when those people found him and put the photos and addresses of the people who were involved in that night in front of Michael, he knew what to do.
He has been waiting too long for this day.
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On June 11, New York, isolationism was recognized by more and more people.
The first movement committee, whose main leaders gathered in New York Times Square, called for ”freedom, freedom from war, independence of the United States,” and other slogans.
Just as people were shouting along with the slogan, several gunshots occurred in the square.
In the middle of the rally, two of the four spokesmen who stepped on wooden boxes were killed on the spot. Then the shooter threw away his pistol and sat quietly on the ground waiting for the police to arrive.
The police are not far away from him, but the scene is chaotic and fleeing crowd, so that the police can not get close to it.
It took them more than ten minutes before they finally crowded into the crowd and pointed a gun at the ”dangerous” murderer.
Michael was arrested on two counts of first-degree murder.
In court, Michael confessed to his crime, and when the judge asked why he did it, he had a smile on his lips.
”Your honor, where does your wife come from? England, France, Germany, the Netherlands, Ireland or Spain? ” Michael's tone was full of irony.
”Mr. Michael, does this question have anything to do with the question you are going to answer?” Asked the judge in court.
”Yes... Because my wife is from India, does anyone remember the arson and murder of his wife in the street eight years ago? My name is Michael tannenba. ”
When Michael said that, there was a brief silence in the courtroom, and then the exclamation suddenly rang out: ”Michael tanrumba, arson... God!”
Michael tannenba, who was sentenced to eight years in prison for manslaughter, died of his wife after he put gasoline in his car and unintentionally started a fire.
His wife fled from the car to the street and crawled for tens of meters before she was completely burnt to death. At that time, she still had a 6-month-old baby in her abdomen.
”Silence, silence...” the judge pounded his mallet, but he couldn't stop the noise.